#sorry it took me so long! thanks for the compliment buddy :)

[call-me-eds]

Baby

Steve Harrington x Reader

Snapshots of your relationship with Steve through his most used nickname.

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“Hey, Baby!” a voice blurted out at you as you tried to flag down a taxi. Your body was tired, and your mind was far too clear to ignore it. All you wanted to do was get home and go to sleep; the promise of brunch with friends the next day all too alluring.

On most nights out you were hell-bent on making friends with anyone who looked your way. Tonight, after a long and painful work week, you didn’t have the patience to entertain anyone long enough to even buy you a drink, so you definitely didn’t have the mental capacity to talk to someone you yelled at you on the side of the road.

“He’s cute,” your friend smiled, not giving you much of a choice in ignoring the guy that called out for you. She grabbed your shoulders and turned you around so you were facing him.

The long-haired man was cute, but you were sure he was just yelling out the generic pet name to see who it stuck to. His attention was already turned back toward his clearly more mild-mannered friend, who was helping to keep him on his feet.

“How can I help you?” you asked with more bite in your voice than normal, the evening of drinking and dancing sucking up your already depleted energy.

“See, I told you, Harrington, all you have to do is put yourself out there.” You finally broke your gaze from the drunk embarrassment to really look at his friend, who was red enough for the both of them. He was holding much more of the weight of his buddy than the girl on the other side of him, barely taller than you and certainly skinnier.

‘Harrington’s’ arm was flexing impressively, and you couldn’t help but think that your friend meant he was the cute one of the bunch. Although cute didn’t really describe him. He was gorgeous.

“He belong to you?” you asked, although you assumed they wouldn’t have such a firm hold on someone they had just met.

“Unfortunately,” he nodded, barely even looking at you.

“What do you mean, unfortunately? I’m getting you the girl!” Your eyes widened in amusement, suddenly in a much more agreeable mood to be flirted with.

“Shut up, man,” the stranger sighed.

“Baby, he’s been talking about you all night, I couldn’t believe he was going to leave without making a move.” You laughed harder than you would have if you were sober, along with the girl they were with.

“Eddie!” he chastised. “I’m sorry, he’s clearly very drunk and does not have boundaries.”

“Oh, please, he’s like this when he’s sober,” the girl said.

“No, it’s working,” you shook your head, shocking them both. “You should thank him.”

“See,” Eddie beamed. He did not get the chance to receive gratitude from his friend, though, before throwing up all over your shoes.

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You found out later that the friend’s name was Steve. He didn’t have any siblings, his favorite color was blue, and he was even better-looking in the daylight. Now, at golden hour, while he’s laying on his side on a picnic blanket licking a drip of strawberry juice from his thumb, you can barely stand to look at him.

Steve had been your boyfriend for a total of two weeks. It was new, you were still trying to figure out how much affection to give him, so you settled for staring.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked, teasing. His wickedly long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he sent you a wink, and your blush deepened. It did not take long to figure out that Steve loved to tease.

“The least you can do is get if off for me, Baby,” he grinned, lifting his arm to welcome you into his space. You gladly took the invitation and slid toward him, pressing your lips all over his cheeks, nose, and lips, making more of a mess.

“You’re beautiful,” you smiled. Steve got embarrassed when you tried to pay him compliments, even though he showered you with them. You could tell it was not just the newness of your relationship; you had seen him hype up Robin, the only friend of his you’d met so far that wasn’t on the brink of alcohol poisoning, to the point where she had enough confidence to tell a barista that actually, she was a fan of live music, and did she mention she was a friend of Dorothy?

To put it plainly, Steve was magic.

You were happy to bask in it, letting him take center stage so you could stand back and watch him be magnificent.

The nickname started as a joke; a cute reminder of how you’d been mushed into each other’s lives. Steve said he had to take the endearment for himself, otherwise Eddie would happily stick to using it instead of your name to get under his skin.

As your relationship grew you would flit between ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart', 'babe’, but Steve stuck to ‘baby’ like it was on your birth certificate. It became more than your name, it was a mantra, a bargaining chip, a threat, and a promise all rolled into two syllables. Coming from Steve, you were happy to take them all.

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The day had been all too overwhelming. The expectation of getting a promotion with a savings-insulating raise. The company-wide meeting where you watched it go to a man who did half of the work you did. The champagne toast to celebrate him. The disappointment.

You tried to muster up the energy to go on your planned date with Steve, but when he walked into your apartment and greeted you hello with a bouquet of flowers and a warm hug, everything flowed out of you.

He laughed initially when it seemed like you were trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs, but your strength didn’t fade, even though you were shaking.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you cried. He knew this already, you called him from your desk to break the news while your coworkers were in the conference room.

“I know, Baby, I’m so sorry,” he sighed, rubbing your back. You didn’t have the chance to overthink the fact that this was the first time you had been so emotionally vulnerable in front of Steve. Sure, you’d sniffled at movies and whined to him when you were hit with a bad headache, but nothing like this.

The realization hit you like the stapler you imagined throwing at your boss’ head earlier that afternoon. This was too much, he would get freaked out. You were being dramatic, and he certainly didn’t want to see you like this when you were supposed to be wearing a pretty dress with your makeup done.

“I’m sorry, I was supposed to be ready by now,” you said, gracefully wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “Let me just wash my face.”

Steve grabbed your wrist as you tried to flee to the bathroom.

“Hey, are you kidding? We’re not going anywhere except the couch,” he pulled you back to him, putting his hand on the back of your head to almost force you into his chest. “Maybe the shower if you want.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell?” you asked through sharp inhales, conceding and melting into him.

“No, I’m trying to tell you I want to see you naked,” he joked, succeeding in his attempt to coax a smile out of you. You stepped on his foot gently and he allowed himself a laugh, deciding you needed a little bit of light-heartedness.

“I’m really disappointed,” you sighed after a few minutes of silent swaying back and forth, your thoughts and Steve’s touch battling it out to see who would win in the battle of your mood.

“It sucks,” he agreed, and it felt even better than his arms. It did suck, and you were sad, and needed the space to have that recognized. “But, Baby, you’re so much better than that guy, they’ll regret their decision in a week and offer you the job. Probably even more money, too. Then you can take me out,” he said, so sure of it that you almost believed him. His faith in you was sky high, and having Steve Harrington tell you how great you are and pressing kisses into your neck did wonders for the ego.

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It felt silly to be this excited for Steve to come home after only being gone for a long weekend, but there were no payphones in the wilderness so he couldn’t exactly call you from the campsite. If you were at your place, you’d have a bit of time to prepare for his return with a phone call, but you were at Steve’s.

An increasing bug problem meant your building had to be fumigated, and you needed to get out for a few days. Steve disguised you staying at his place as a favor to him while he was gone, although you thought his two plants would be just fine without water for a few days.

It was odd to be there without him at first, but it was comfortable. He cleared a drawer for you a few weeks back, and you thought it might be nice to finally fill it while you were staying here.

Not a minute after you were done making sure any trace of you was cleaned up after, you heard his key in the lock.

“Honey, I’m home!” You didn’t have the resolve not to scamper to the door and meet him before he could even step into the kitchen. He caught you easily as you threw yourself at him and pulled you tightly against his chest.

“I missed you,” he sighed, warm breath igniting goosebumps on the skin of your neck. You nodded and attempted to breathe in his scent, despite being surrounded by it for the weekend, but were met with pine and dirt and nothing like the normal clean scent of your boy.

“Want to take a shower and I’ll order dinner?” you asked.

“What, you don’t like the rugged smell of the woods?” he asked, pulling away so you would have a clear view of his teasing, cocked eyebrow.

“No, it’s fine, just not you,” you said, smoothing down his windbreaker like you were getting creases out of a dress shirt. You sent him off with another kiss and fluttered around the kitchen, feeling like you were walking on air. Steve was intoxicating.

He came back to you after a longer shower than normal, taking the time to scrub underneath his fingernails no matter how badly he was itching to be by your side again.

“What’s this?” he asked, sliding the key that you left on the counter into his palm.

“I didn’t want to forget it on my key ring,” you explained, unboxing the chinese food that came to the door while Steve was in the shower. Your place was ready to be lived in as of yesterday, but you stayed until Steve was back.

“Hm,” Steve nodded, sitting at his counter and playing with the key in his hands. “Come here.” he extended his arm to you and you flew to it like a magnet, happy to snuggle into his side and give him all of the affection that had been building up over the last few days.

“Why don’t you hang on to it?” he said into your hairline. A shocked exhale on his neck gives him the wrong idea for just a second that you might not accept.

“Really?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His affirming nod was so slight, but your stare was so intense that if Steve moved just a millimeter you could clock it.

Tears were dangerously close to giving away just how much this meant to you, even though you knew Steve could tell. Still, you had to attempt to lighten the heavy but wonderful air around you.

“Giving me a key, letting me stay here,” you listed. “Be careful, you might give a girl the wrong idea,” you joked.

“What idea? That I love you?” he asked, sucking you right back into the beautiful reality he created and allowed you to live in. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, not trusting your brain to be able to form the correct words.

Steve tightened his grip on your waist, not able to portray his feelings any other way.

“Come on, Baby, you know how much I adore you. Of course I love you,” he said softly.

Maybe the loneliness of the woods had gotten to him, or he had been bitten by some sort of lovebug out there that scientists had yet to discover. Either way, you wouldn’t fight him on it.

“I love you, too.”

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The silence in the back of the cab was suffocating. Even the poor driver caught Steve’s bite when he simply asked if he had caught the Reds afternoon game. It was the last time anyone spoke until you and Steve were climbing out.

“Thank you.” It was more curt than you intended, but the man was spared from the true rage you were feeling. It increased with every passing moment, and you could have torn the door off of its hinges once Steve dropped the keys trying to unlock it.

You planned on going up to his apartment, getting the things you left there before leaving for the fateful dinner that sent you two into one of the smaller, but nastier, fights you had had, and going back to your own place.

It wasn’t anything serious that set you both off, but boy did neither one of you know how to pull a punch. It would have been easy to blame the comment he made about your makeup looking different, or that you always picked the same restaurant, but you went after his lack of planning being the reason for having no choice but to take the late reservation, and how he forgot to pick up your jacket from the dry cleaner so you were cold. It went past the point of return when he brought up your ex-boyfriend, and you sent out one last jab about his longest relationship barely lasting a year before you demanded the check and threw money to cover your dinner down on the table and waited outside for a cab. You barely got through a glass of wine, you wish you had driven.

In Steve’s apartment, now, usually filled with so much love, you were stomping around each other. You were collecting your toothbrush from the bathroom when, still in your heels, you took a small misstep over your own feet and Steve’s instincts grabbed your waist to steady you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, pushing his hands off of you; he held them up like he was being arrested.

“Jesus, fine,” he muttered. You shoved the few outfits you had tried on earlier haphazardly into your bag, not taking the time to fold them. The thought of taking out the iron tomorrow curdled your blood even further.

Just like most other things tonight, Steve ruined your plan of a quiet escape (save a slam of his door) by blocking the doorway before you could leave his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” he sighed, clearly reaching the point of the argument where he just wanted to kiss and make up. He always got there before you, and instead of waiting insisted on reaching his hand out to drag you there.

“I’m going home. I don’t want to be here, and you don’t want me here,” you explained. Trying to push past him wasn’t too well thought out, but you braved the physical contact and scooted him out of your way.

“I never said I didn’t want you here,” he corrected, the smugness still in his voice that made you want to rip his vocal chords out. Your boyfriend had an incredible talent to be the nastiest girl you knew.

“Oh, my bad. Why would I have thought that when you’ve been so loving tonight?” you sneered.

And of all things, he chuckled. Your eyes nearly burst out of your head.

“Do you even know what you’re mad about? Baby, come on, this is so stupid,” he sighed. That was the last straw.

“You can’t do that!” He jumped a little at the screech in your voice. You hadn’t even expected the noise that came out of you, but the steam coming out of your ears softened the blow.

“What?” he asked, not daring to come closer to you now.

“Call me ‘baby’ and be charming to make me forgive you. It’s not fair.” The muscles twitching under his cheeks made it obvious that he was trying his damndest not to smile.

He didn’t like that you were angry, no, he just loved that you couldn’t stay mad at him. Steve thought that this is what a healthy relationship was. Annoying each other to the point of ending the night early wasn’t great, but that’s all it was: annoyance. If he couldn’t be suave enough to pull you out of it then he had no business being your boyfriend.

The words left your mouth and melted the tough exterior you were trying to maintain. Your shoulders dropped, crossed arms following. Your traitorous feet inched closer to the hunk in front of you, still in his dinner clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his arms once he thought you wouldn’t pull away and pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Please stay. Let me make it up to you, Baby.”

His whispered promises always had a talent of coming true.

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His sweat dripping on your collarbone sizzles off in a nanosecond. You’re both slick with it, with the friction between your bodies.

“Baby,” he gasps, neck slightly twitching as he tries to stave off what you’ve been trying to pull from him. You're shaking beneath him, yourself, grounded only by his dull fingernails digging into your calf.

There’s no need to respond, you just nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, hoping to be smothered by him. Steve obliges just slightly, insisting on holding his own weight above you and only letting your chests mush together and his stomach rub against yours at the discretion of his hips.

The whine that comes from his throat sends a shiver up your spine. He’s so strong all of the time, seeing him let go and be completely inhibitionless drives you closer to the edge.

“Almost, Steve, almost,” you warn him, although he takes it as incentive.

You were generally in charge in the bedroom, and Steve was more than happy to be bossed around, but something was different this evening. Steve shifted his grip from your leg to your wrist, almost pinning you to the mattress and tacitly communicating that he didn’t want you to flip him over and ride him like a mechanical bull.

Change was good, it certainly felt good, so you just leaned into his movements and met his hips, forcing stray hairs missed by a razor to get acquainted with his moles that were for your eyes only. Well, yours and the fertility doctor you had been going to.

Once he was confident that you would stay beneath him, he moved his hand between your bodies, and started to massage you in the way only he had been able to do.

The euphoria he brought you drowned out all noise, so you weren’t sure what Steve called you, if anything, when he came. But he did stroke your hair and call you sweet things for long enough afterward that you were fine with whatever he said.

“I think that was the one,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he grinned. “Think I put a baby in my Baby?”

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you laughed, pushing his chest hard enough that in his tired state, he flopped from his side onto his back. You tossed a leg over him and rested your head on his chest for a nanosecond before he had you flipped like a pretzel, expertly shoving a pillow under your hips so they were elevated like he had every day for the last month.

“Maybe if you let me cuddle you my hormones will get the point,” you frowned, missing the hours of pillowtalk you were used to by now.

“Well, we need all the help we can get. So gravity it is,” he said, lying next to you again, so close but too far.

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me be on top?” you laughed, but he refused to be embarrassed.

“I’ve done, research, Baby! It’s for real,” he ensured, and you believed him with everything you had. So much so that you stared at the ceiling for over an hour until he was satisfied that if his swimmers were going to reach your eggs, they had enough time to get there.

It wasn’t too hard of an ask, though, with him by your side the entire time chatting through every sweet thought that came into his head.

In three months time, after a blood test and some crossed fingers and toes, he would start putting those plans into action, molding them to any desire you had for the perfect combination.

In three years, when you had a sibling for your baby boy on the way, when asked what his mother’s name was, he thought it was “Baby.”

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[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

Hi, can you do ‘falling in love’ but with Haley?

Haley Falling in Love with the Farmer Headcanons

Ofc! I'm so sorry this took so long; I've been really tired and busy the last couple of days. I love Haley so much. I hope you enjoy what I've written. <3

When she first met you, she thought you were too grubby for her. You're constantly covered in grass, coal, seawater, seaweed, and animal poop. How is that ever going to mix with their perfect image? She tended to avoid you but wasn't as mean as she can come off in the game.

She finds out something is up when they catch herself planning you a bouquet. Nothing romantic, but something with a nice message attached through the flowers used. Her first instinct is to panic. She doesn't want to have a thing for the farmer! She'd even date Clint if she had to. Well, that's a lie, but she pretended it wasn't.

Eventually, she (somehow) gets used to this new feeling and sees it as an opportunity for herself. As a response, she goes super sweet. Sweetheart Omori to sweetheart candy. So many compliments over everything you do. Even if it's something they'd earlier considered annoying or gross.

Lots of physical affection, too. Tons of hugs whenever they see you, cuddling on her bed or the couch, etc. She'll surprise you with a big bear hug from behind a lot. Once she did it while you were fishing at the dock and you both ended up falling into the water. They claim they were so upset. but Emily can tell she sort of liked it.

Fashion shows! You know they've got a ton of clothes, so she shares them with you. You end up in her frilly outfits and find them taking photos of you. You probably need a lot of encouragement to not throw the clothes out into the river.

"Come on, you look good in everything! This will take you from cute to gorgeous."

She sends you a ton of bouquets. A lot of them are just found on your doorstep (they can't be bothered to find you lol), but sometimes they'll give them to you in person to see your first reaction. Unless you know floriography, you wouldn't realise she's confessing to you twice a week. If you do happen to know it and Haley finds out, they'll immediately switch to the most friend-zoned messages possible. "Thank you, my dearest platonic friendly friend friend, for being so platonic with me and our friendly buddy pal friendship."

It's obvious in a Haley sort of way. By that, I mean for most people it's very clear, but for Emily and Alex they're under the impression Haley's just made a new friend. Let's be honest, she doesn't have a big friend group, or even friend pair, so who knows how she really acts around them.

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Sorry if this is a bit too short. I'm trying to get the creativity flowing again. I hope you enjoyed it and remember to take care of yourself!

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv x reader #sdv x farmer #sdv haley #haley sdv #stardew valley haley #sdv haley x reader #ieatsmallorphansnamedtom

[guardedserum]

Chapter two, Johnny’s Perspective. (Part one)⬇️

Chapter two.

The sky was getting darker and cars started showin’ up to The Nightly Double as we got there, me and Ponyboy crawled through a hole in the fence while Dally jumped over it; either he was too big to fit or he was just doing it Dallas Winston style. We found a row of seats behind two classy-looking girls and sat down. Dally was already eyeing them and it seemed like Ponyboy noticed as well. That’s when Dallas started actin’ real bad. I knew he could talk dirty but half the stuff that came out of his mouth I had never heard of before. The girls looked like they were gettin’ mad. “Pony I’m gonna go get a coke..” I huffed before quickly getting up from my chair and going over to the concession stand where there was already a long line. I didn’t mind waiting. While I was waiting a fight broke out between a Greaser and a Soc because the Greaser bumped into the Soc and the guy took offence to it. That was until the manager of the concession stand stopped the two of them before it got ugly.

Soon I got my coke and left before anything else happened. As I got back to my seat I saw that Dally was still botherin’ the red-haired girl. “Would you just be nice and leave us alone?” The redhead pleaded. “I’m never nice; you want a coke or somethin’?” Dallas questioned. “I want you to leave us alone!” She got angrier, though her friend seemed entertained by the whole thing. “C’mon Little Orphan Annie, you want a coke or not?” Dallas’ eyebrows furrowed. “Get lost hood!” The redhead snapped; her eyes were about as firey as her hair. Dallas immediately got up with his palms raised in mock surrender. “Alright alright, I know when I’m not wanted..” He mumbled with a slight smirk on his face as he walked away. “I didn’t know Dally could read..” Ponyboy stated, surprised that Dallas even knew about that comic strip. “You gonna start in on us too?” She had turned to us; my eyes widened and I stared at them anxiously. Ponyboy shook his head. “No,” He stated. Her face softened and she smiled, which made me relax a little. “You don’t look the type to do something like that.. What’s your name?” She asked, I saw Pony deflate a little at the question, I knew he hated tellin’ people his name. “Ponyboy Curtis..” His cheeks had a light dusting of red on them. “And this is my buddy Johnny.” He introduced me as well as I sat back in my seat, which I was thankful for.

“That’s an original and lovely name; I like it.” She smiled, Ponyboy seemed grateful for her honesty. “I got a brother named Sodapop; says so on his birth certificate.” He said. “I’m Sherri but everybody calls me Cherry cause of my hair.” “Yeah Cherry Valance, I know you; we go to the same school. You’re a cheerleader.” Pony stated. “You don’t look old enough to be going to high school.” The black-haired girl hummed. “I ain’t; I got put up a year.” Ponyboy said proudly. “What are you nice boys doing hanging around with that trash?” Cherry questioned, I exhaled softly. “That’s Dallas; we’re buddies.” Me and Ponyboy said at the same time. Cherry had an apologetic look on her face. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She apologised. “Ponyboy, your brother, doesn’t he work down at the DX?” Ponyboy nodded. “Man your brother is one doll; shoulda known you’s were brothers,” She complimented, Ponyboy grinned pridefully. “How come we don’t see your brother at school anymore?” The black-haired girl whose name was Marcia asked, “Isn’t he sixteen?” She questioned. “He’s a dropout.” Ponyboy said harshly, he hated it when Soda dropped out. Cherry was about to say something when Dallas came strutting back over holding a few cokes. He handed one to Marcia who took it eagerly and then handed the other to Cherry then sat down next to her. “That might cool you off.” Cherry squeezed the paper cup slightly, making the coke spill over the top, then she threw it in Dally’s face. “Maybe when you learn to talk and act decent I might cool off too!” She hissed. Dallas just wiped it off his face with his sleeve and put his arm around her. “Firey huh? That’s how I like ‘em.” Cherry was about to push him off, which I knew was gonna make Dallas mad.

“Leave her alone Dal’..” I gulped, standing up. Dally was for sure gonna beat my head in, but he just looked at me like I said something really nasty. “What did you say to me you little shit?” He fumed, removing his arm from Cherry’s shoulders and getting up, knocking the seat in front of him. “C’mon Dal’.. Leave her alone..” My voice got quieter, but Dallas just stared at me in disbelief before he turned and stalked off. I was certain he would have slapped me upside the head but no, you don’t just tell Dally Winston what to do and get away with it.

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“Thanks he had me scared half to death.” Cherry let out a sigh of relief. “Sure didn’t show it.. Ain’t nobody talk to Dally like that.” I managed to say. “Well you did,” She smiled, I felt my ears heat up. I felt bad for tellin’ Dallas to stop but them girls didn’t do nothin’ wrong. “Well you can sit up here; you can protect us.” Marcia grinned, me and Ponyboy glanced at each other. The gang would freak out once we told them. “Alright,” I said before getting up and sitting next to Marcia while Pony sat next to Cherry.

“How old are you guys?” Marcia asked, looking at me, then at Ponyboy. “I’m fourteen,” Ponyboy answered, “Sixteen.” I said. “Huh funny.. I thought you’s were both-” “Sixteen.” Cherry answered for Marcia, which I was grateful for; I looked younger than I was and I hated it. “How come you weren’t scared of us like you was of Dally?” I asked curiously; usually most Soc girls were scared of us. “Oh I’ve heard of Dallas Winston; nobody can get on his level of bad.” She stated and Marcia nodded in agreement. “Y’all don’t look mean either.” Marcia added. “Sure, we’re young and innocent..” Ponyboy grumbled, resting his chin in his hand. “No no.. Not innocent; you’ve seen too much to be innocent. You’re just not dirty.”

“Dally’s okay,” I said, defending Dallas. “He’d leave you alone if he knew who you was.” Ponyboy added. “Well I’m glad he doesn’t know us.” Marcia stated matter of factly. “I kinda admire him..” Cherry mumbled. I was saying stuff out my mind; I really wasn’t paying attention to them and it seemed like Cherry was into talking with Pony more than me and Marcia was too busy watching the movie. “How come y’all came with no car? This is a Soc hangout and most of the Soc’s have cars,” Ponyboy questioned. “Our boyfriends decided it would be a good idea to bring some alcohol with them.” Marcia stated, sipping her coke. “It’s not my idea of a good time to sit around and watch people get drunk.. I wouldn’t mind it so much if they were at home drinking; then they wouldn’t risk gettin’ hurt. But they decide to drink while driving to a movie with us in the car!” Cherry was startin’ to get hacked off, not at us, but at her and Marcia’s boyfriends. “I’d like to die on my own terms, not get into a car wreck because two drunk teenagers couldn’t put the flask down for twenty minutes!” She finally relaxed back down in her chair, flicking her hair out of her face where the wind had blown harshly.

I went to take a sip of my coke when I felt a hard hand land on my shoulder. I could feel the colour drain from my face. “Alright Greasers you’ve had it.” A low voice growled. “Jeez Two-Bit! Scare us to death!” Ponyboy gasped, Two-Bit chuckled. My breathing was shallow and my skin felt cold; it seemed like Pony and Two-Bit noticed. “Sorry Johnny, I forgot.” Two-Bit ruffled up my hair. “So who are they? Your great-grandmothers?” “Great grandmothers, twice removed.” Cherry added. I was still getting my wits back together, not paying real attention to their conversation. All I heard was something about me and Pony being greasy hoods, being Shanghai’ed and something about ten camels. “Hey Johnnycake! Say somethin’ in Arabian,” Two-Bit’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Cut it out man!” I whined. “They asked us to sit up here with them after Dally left so we could protect them.” I felt a little bad getting tense around Two-Bit but he just grinned at me.

“Where is Dallas anyway?” Two-Bit questioned, but before either me or Ponyboy could say anything, Tim Shepard had appeared next to us. “Yeah where is ol’ Dally?” He asked curtly. I didn’t like Tim much and honestly I was kinda scared of him but hell I respected him; not only was he a fellow Greaser, he was Dally’s buddy, which made him a buddy to all of us. “He left Tim.” Ponyboy stated, “Man I know he slashed my tires! Curly told me.” Tim got a little louder which made one of the movie goers shush him, which caused Tim to flip him off. “Honesty Tim we haven’t seen him! Y’all seen Dally?” Ponyboy asked the rest of us, we all shook our heads. “No he left.” Cherry added. That made Tim cool down a little before he left. “Dally got a blade?” Two-Bit asked quietly, so Timothy Shepard wouldn’t hear him and come back. “He busted his this morning,” I stated. “Good, Tim’ll fight fair as long as he don’t got one.” The girls looked kinda nervous now. “Y’all aren’t planning on playing rough are you?” “Oh a little skin fighting ain’t rough,” Two-Bit stated. “Blows off steam more than anything.”

“Yeah boy real simple.” Cherry smirked. But what Two-Bit said was true; if Dally and Tim were to have it out, they’d never hate each other afterwards. And Dallas did deserve it; nobody likes having slashed tires and he did get himself caught so it was all on him. “Yeah! If he gets killed or something, you can just bury him no sweat!” Marcia joked, man she and Two-Bit were alike. “You dig okay baby.” Two-Bit grinned at Marcia who grinned back. “Ponyboy would you come with me and get some popcorn?” Cherry asked, getting up from her seat. “Yeah sure,” Ponyboy got up too. “Any of y’all want some?” Cherry asked, “I do!” Marcia accepted. “Yeah same; get Johnny some too; I’m buyin’.” Two-Bit handed Pony some coins before the two of them wandered off to the concession stand. “Thanks Two-Bit.. But I coulda’ paid for mine.” I stated, I felt bad that Two-Bit had wasted his money on me, even though he didn’t really earn it as he didn’t have a job and he planned to stay that way. “Shut it kid. My money, my rules.” Two-Bit grinned before he turned to Marcia and started a conversation with her.

Now I was wishing I had someone to talk to, kinda wishing I didn’t tell Dally off. If there was another girl here I was for sure never gonna talk to her. I’m kind of scared of girls to be honest. Not that I’m a loser or anything, just that most of the girls that talked to me, besides Evie, Sandy, and Sylvia, all looked like they wanted to spit on me if they had the chance. The movie was getting boring too; it was one of them beach movies that come out every year that have no storyline. I sipped at my coke. I wanted a weed, though I had a lighter but no cancer sticks on me. Soon Cherry and Ponyboy came back with an armful of popcorn, Pony handed me and Two-Bit ours while Cherry handed one to Marcia.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #darry curtis #two bit mathews

[starset21]

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

A/N: This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using so it may change in the future chapters.

Looking for the next chapter? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

Summary:  She’s on her way to a Christmas ball to meet her brother Jackson, a fighter pilot in the Navy. There, she spots a certain blonde, tall drink of water with gold wings clad in full dress uniform waiting at the bar.

Chapter 1: The Christmas Ball

“Oh, my. I feel like I should be standing at attention,” Kayleigh whispered to her brother.

“Relax, Kate. Even the most disciplined sailors know how to have fun. You just wait until this dance floor fills up. I'll go get our table number.”

Kate took a deep breath. “Okay. I'll get drinks,” she told him before walking over to the open bar.

“Hi. A red wine and a whiskey neat, please,” she ordered. The bartender got to work quickly and was handing them to her within a minute. “Thank you so much,” she handed him a 5-dollar tip before taking them and turning around only to run smack into a woman wearing white, effectively spilling her red wine over the white fabric.

“I'm so sorry!” she gasped, turning and setting the drinks down and picking up a towel to hand to the woman.

“We have literally been here for three minutes,” the woman complained.

“I- i-i-i-i'm… I'm gonna get your dress dry-cleaned. Actually, you know what? I'm gonna go get you a new dress. I'm gonna actually go to the mall right now,” Kate rambled on.

“I finally found a flattering white dress… Of course, this happens,” the woman mutters. 

“I'm so sorry. I feel terrible,” she apologizes. “It's... fine. Accidents happen. If you'll excuse me, I am headed to the restroom.”

The woman leaves, leaving Kate with the handsome stranger.

“I'm so sorry,” she apologizes again.

“Red wine, the enemy of flattering white dresses everywhere,” the handsome blonde quipped.

“Yeah. It's a fashion emergency if I've ever seen one,” Kate muttered embarrassed.

“She'll survive. Although you might want to have your date grab your drinks for you next time,” he suggested.

“Oh, no, I'm not…” she trailed off when another man patted the handsome blonde on the shoulder.

“Hangman! Long time no see, buddy.” The two men speak for a moment.

“I better get back to my date,” Kate tells the man. “It was nice meeting you,” he tells her before she walks off. 

“Kate! Over here,” her brother calls out, standing with a familiar face.

“Merry Christmas! It's so good to see you again,” the older man greeted and opened his arms for a hug.

“It's good to see you too, Captain Kerner,” Kate hugged him.

“No, no, no, you're a civilian. No formalities. It’s Ron or Slider... I cannot believe how grown up you are, I haven't seen you since your Dad's funeral.”

Kate nodded. “Yeah. You gave such a beautiful speech, sir.”

“Thank you. Sam was one of the finest RIOs and a great wingman out at sea,” he complimented.

“Yeah, he was the best,” Jackson chimed in.

“He would have been proud of you two. Your stories in the paper, Kate, and, of course, you following in his footsteps on the Polaris, Jackson,” Ron told them.

“It's my honor to serve, sir,” Jackson smiled.

“It's a shame, however, that you didn't sign up for the Christmas tiger cruise along with your mom this year. You could have seen your brother in action,” Ron told Kate.

“I just have so much work right now. Big stories percolating,” she countered.

“A chance to watch Jackson launch a $65 million jet off the deck of a carrier, why, that's a big story,” Ron laughed. “Not to mention we're gonna make a stop in New York City this year,” he added after a pause.

“Isn't it too late, sir? The cruise leaves Norfolk day after tomorrow,” Jackson asked.

“We carry 6,000 people on the ship. I think we can find an extra bunk for Kate,” Ron patted him on the back.

“Kate?” he asks.

“Well, thank you, really, for the offer, but it's just so last-minute with Christmas being ten days away,” She tells the older man.

“Well, the offer is there if you change your mind,” Ron told her with a smile.

“Sir!” A younger service member approached them. “Ah, yes. If you'll excuse me? It was great catching up.” 

“You know Captain Kerner is my boss, right?” Jackson muttered to Kate as the older man walked away. “Like, my big boss?” he stressed.

“Yeah, I know. I'm not interested in going on a tiger cruise, okay? I didn't want to go when we were little, I don't really want to go now,” she told him.

“I get it. Now, the more important question is, where are those drinks?” he asked her.

“Oh, um…” Kate trailed off.

“Isn't that your shawl?” Jackson asks, his eyes following the woman she had spilled wine on. Kate nodded. “Who is that, anyway?” He looked at his sister.

“I don't know. I had a little bit of an accident at the bar. Some guy actually told me to have my date get the drinks next time,” she tells him, hanging her head in embarrassment.

“From the looks of that woman's dress, maybe you should have got the Merlot?” Jackson teased.

“Affirmative,” Kate sighed.

“Come on,” Jackson offered her an arm and led her to the table where they caught up on each other's lives. 

“Oh, it's Jenny. I'm gonna grab this,” Jackson told her, grabbing his phone and standing.

Kate nodded and yawned. “I know the military can be stiff… But are we really that boring?” Hangman, the handsome stranger from earlier approached.

“Sorry, it's just… It's been a long day,” Kate tells him.

“There's your shawl. Solo again?” he asks as she takes the shawl from him.

“Thank you. What about you? Is your date okay?” Kate asks.

“She's a little traumatized.”

Kate’s cheeks flushed. “Seriously?” she lamented.

“She likes things to be… Just right,” he told her.

“Oh. A good match for you, then.”

Hangman raised a brow. “Based on...?” he questioned.

“I just know most military officers are meticulous,” Kate told him.

“I can be pretty easygoing. Spontaneous, even,” he countered.

“There you are. Your tie's a little crooked, Jake,” the woman in white came up to him and fiddled with his tie. The lieutenant mouths sorry to Kate before being led away by his date.

“Is Jenny okay?” Kate asked when Jackson returned to the table.

“She's good. She'll be back tomorrow. Look, I'm real glad you came with me tonight,” he told her.

“Me too,” Kate smiled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me. May I have your attention, please? The captain would like to say a few words.”

Ron steps forward. “Thank you, Commander. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Captain Ron Kerner, skipper of the USS Polaris, and I want to wish you all happy holidays and thank you for coming to the Navy Christmas ball. Now, as you know, while the Navy is not about self, but country, I look around this room tonight and I see so many fine men and women who make incredible sacrifices for this nation every day. And I'm not just talking about the sailors, but those who love them, as well. My apologies… I know we're not an easy bunch. And I can't wait to host your families on the Christmas tiger cruise. It's always exciting to me when they get to see what an incredible job you do on the ship. So during this holiday season, be thankful for family and for this fine country. Raise your glasses in a toast. To the Navy!” he cheered.

“To the Navy!” Everyone repeated.

“Merry Christmas,” he finished before the music began once more.

#starset writes #jake seresin x oc #fic:// u.s.s christmas #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #top gun au

[radspacefuckk]

On New Year’s Eve, I had to put my dog Hunter down. AKA da hunny AKA Mr. AKA the goofiest boy ever. He just turned 11 years old. Originally took him in cuz his eye was red and full of blood. Turns out he had terminal cancer and it was just a matter of time. You never really know how special that bond is between you and your pet. He fought so hard to stay alive. I miss him so fucking much. Waking up to not see his face there smiling at me fucking sucks. The house just feels empty without his presence. He was always such a happy dog with a huge personality. Although he was big he still acted as if he was a pup. Had the energy of a pup as well, everyone was surprised when I told them his age. All he wanted to do was play fetch. Even on his last day we played although he was slowly bleeding internally. I wish I had more time with him, wish I tried harder with him. I know he’s in a better place but it still fucking sucks. Everything happened so quickly and it just all feels so surreal. He was the most handsome boy ever, he got compliments everywhere we went. Even at vet appointments everyone said how good of a boy he was. I miss you so much buddy I’m sorry it had to be this way. Going through the stages of grief is wild. I’m still in denial of it all. At times I still feel like he’s gonna turn the corner and pop his head out. Thank you for being the best dog ever. Thank you for staying by my side for as long as you could. Thank you for choosing me in this lifetime. I wouldn’t be the same without you. I’ll see you in the next one bud.

#tw #death #mine #my dog

[ravendruid]

From the compliments prompt:

— “i’ve always loved your [insert feature/trait], i think it’s one of the best things about you.”

With platonic best buds of all time; Pike and Grog?

Hi!!! Sorry, this took me so long. For the life of me, I could not write anything decent yesterday. I hope it was worth the wait <3 “I’ve always loved your [insert feature/trait], I think it’s one of the best things about you.”

Grog knows his strength better than anyone, he knows how much pressure to put into his fist to properly punch someone, but he also knows just how gentle he has to be with Pike and Scanlan. 

Sometimes, when Grog is not paying attention, Pike sees the way he picks up the gnomes so carefully and gently places them on his shoulders with hands the size of their entire bodies. She knows he could easily smash them into a puree – mostly Scanlan because Pike is a Monstah – but Pike is never afraid of Grog hurting her.

Because she has known him for a long time, Pike can also see the way he doubts himself sometimes, especially after the way his soul darkened so much with Craven Edge – that was the only moment since meeting him that Pike feared for her life – so, when she saw him sitting in the training room's sand pit, Pike knew he was questioning himself again.

“Hey, buddy, what's wrong?” Pike asked, sitting by his side and resting her small hand on his.

“Pikey, am I a monster?” Grog asked, looking at her with such sad eyes that her heart clenched in her chest.

“Of course not, buddy. Why do you think that?”

“What if I can’t control my rage anymore? What if I can’t stop and I hurt someone? What if I hurt you?”

“Grog! We’ve talked about this before,” Pike gave him a reassuring smile. “You are not a monster, and I believe in you. I know you can control your rage and that you won’t hurt anyone, especially not me. Besides,” she climbed onto Grog’s lap and tried to wrap her arms around him, “Do you really think I would let you harm anyone? I will just bonk you in the head with my gauntlets. I’m stronger than you know. Remember that!” She admonished him with a finger.

“But people don’t like me because I’m a Goliath, and Goliaths are mean.”

“People are stupid, Grog. They are stupid, and they don’t know you. We know you. I know you! You’re the kindest Goliath we have ever met.” 

Grog sniffled loudly, rubbing the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I’ve always loved your kind heart, I think it’s one of the best things about you. We all love you so much, Grog. We all trust you with our lives, even Vax.” Pike finished with another hug. “Do you want some ale?”

“Ye, I think so,” Grog said as he grabbed his cask of ale and two mugs from the bag of holding. “Thanks for cheering me up, Pikey. You are my bestest buddy.”

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #pike trickfoot #grog strongjaw #Monstahs #prompted

[veersnz]

hello my dear i am so late but i have just seen you reblogged this andddd if you'd still like to: 💛 🔐🍌🌝 and if u want~ ⭐️ boop (yes, there's a yellow theme <33 to match ur blog~)

Hellooo!! Don't worry better late than never haha (and also that gives me an opportunity to fill the 💛 asked by that poor anon whom I had completely forgotten, I'm so sorry buddy I promise I was just very busy 😭) How cute and thoughtful ✨ - 💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself? Not to sound like a narcissist, but I love a lot of stuff about myself xD (on good days at least lmao) I'd say my favorite is my hands, everyone compliments them at some point or another haha. They're very long and slender and even though I got shit for them (during the anon hate period for those who remember, they said they looked like a skeleton's hand xD) I still love them a lot~ it's just a struggle to find rings lmao - 🔐 something no one would guess about you That I'm bald !! Well maybe a few people know because of that picrew I posted a while ago but yeah I have no hair left lmao xD well I'm not completely hairless, I just probably have 1 cm left of hair (0,3 inches for our american friends~) I think it's absolutely not something people expect, especially when I'm wearing a cap or a beanie but I've been rocking that haircut for a year now almost and I still love it so much xD (this is the sign you're looking for if you wanna shave your head 😉) - 🍌 what is one talent you wish you had Play the piano ! Or any instrument honestly haha. I used to play the flute but I forgot how to and now I wish I could go back in time. I miss playing music. One day I'll definitely get back to it !!! - 🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone Oh god I have no idea cause I watch so much scary or weird stuff, most of the things I think about have trigger warning lists as long as my arm 💀 Perhaps a tamer one would be Love, Death and Robots ? It's a great show, lots of amazing episodes and while some episodes are a bit forgettable, some of them are mindblowing. Definitely worth a watch ! mention of eating disorder and mental health

- ⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? Definitely overcoming my eating disorders. I struggled for a long time and after 8 years I'm finally free from this hell. It took a lot of work, dedication and sacrifices and I'm proud of myself for surviving and thriving today. It's important because someone close to me couldn't recover from it, to this day they're still suffering in the throes of an0rex1a like I used to be. We still call each other regularly and seeing me recover and have the life they could never have has made them feel a lot better. They will most likely never get better but at least they didn't see me fall victim to this horrible disease too. My recovery is bringing them the happiness they deserve. It's important for me and for them and in the end that's why this is my biggest accomplishment as it goes beyond my sole experience. I hope to one day share my story and help those beyond my circle of friends and family

Thank you so much Waterfall for all those asks 💖

#not snz #ask

[the-void-writes]

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"

Thank you so much for always giving me fun prompts and ideas buddy 💖 You always help me feel better. I hope you like some Will and Dante healing a little.

For All Eternity - Fears

Dante stopped when he realized that Will was no longer beside him. He turned and found his partner at the edge of the crosswalk, staring at the lines on the pavement as though they were venomous snakes. Even as the snow turned the street to pure white, he didn’t move an inch.

“Will?”

He blinked and shook himself awake. His eyes looked misty.

“I’m sorry… I thought I stopped doing that.”

“Is it the street?” Dante helped him back onto the sidewalk, away from the thankfully-nonexistent traffic. “Here, is that better? What else can I do?”

Will shook his head. “Nothing, thank you. It’s just some silly little thing—”

“Not if it puts that kind of fear in your eyes.” He kissed Will’s forehead. “Your pain isn’t silly to me, baby.”

He tried to lead Will over to a bench, but Will stopped him. There was still darkness in his eyes.

“Could we stand, please? I’m sorry.”

Dante smiled. “You can stand on my back and I’ll be okay with it, as long as it makes you comfortable.”

“Please, have some standards.”

“My standards are perfect.” He held Will closer, almost losing him in the thickness of his jacket. “They led me to you, after all.”

Will’s face felt warm against the winter air. “Dante—”

“I’m gonna keep complimenting you until you tell me what’s up.”

Will sighed and looped his fingers through Dante’s jacket zipper one at a time as he collected his thoughts.

“I told you about Jason, right? About the crash and everything?”

“Yeah, you did.”

That was all it took to get the gears in Dante’s head turning. His face softened, and he spoke gently and quietly.

“Oh, sweetie, you’re scared to cross the street.”

Will screwed his eyes shut. “It’s such a stupid problem.”

“No, not at all! It’s perfectly understandable.”

“It’s not, though! I had to hold my sister’s hand every time we went to school. I’m the older one, I should have been caring for them— And those fucking drivers— You know they knew about the whole thing? I think that’s why they all started driving faster and honking their horns every second— They wanted to watch me fall over and have a stroke or something—”

Will stopped as he felt Dante pulling his hands out of his hair. He didn’t realize he had fallen back into that habit. Dante held his hands to his chest, snow building up in his hair and on his shoulders as he stood patiently.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I wish I could go back and beat the crap out of that whole town.”

“Dante—”

“Your fears aren’t stupid. They fucking tortured you— Of course, you’re still gonna react the way that you do. They’re the ones to be mad at, not you. It’s not your fault, Will.”

Tears stung Will’s cheeks. Dante tried to kiss them away, leaving the comforting warmth of his breath on his skin.

“I never told you, either,” Dante said, “but I’m scared of heights.”

Will blinked. “You are?”

“Mom always said I got it from her, but I know exactly where it started. The youth center used to set up carnivals for the summer, and my brother just loved that damn ferris wheel, so I’d go with him each and every time. We’re up there one night, enjoying the air and the food, and I lean out a bit to look at the rest of the carnival— and the bar just breaks off, like it’s nothing. I wouldn’t be here today if my brother hadn’t caught me.”

Dante smiled to himself, remembering his brother, their family, and everything that they had before their stepfather showed up. Life had been tough, but it had kept them together for a short while. They hadn’t needed Waller’s money to be happy.

Will stroked his thumb along Dante’s cheek, catching a single tear.

“Your fears aren’t stupid, either. I’m so glad your brother was there.”

He smiled as Dante cupped his face and kissed him. In truth, this was the best thing Waller had ever done for him. Waller had led him to Vani, which led him to Paradise, which led him to Will. No gift could ever be greater than the love of this wonderful man.

They finally parted, snow sticking to the lips and noses, and Dante laughed breathlessly.

“You know, if you don’t feel like crossing that street, I’m more than happy to carry you back home.”

Will laughed, and it sounded like all of the softest bells in the universe ringing in one grand chorus.

“Maybe I can just grab your hand, if that’s okay?”

Dante smiled. “That works, too.”

He took his hand and walked with him across the street. Snow crunched under their boots as they took careful steps, stopping a few times so Will could calm his shaking legs.

“It’s okay,” Dante said. “You’re okay. I’m right here with you.”

As they walked, Will’s grip on Dante’s hand grew more relaxed. There were no cars, no people, just the two of them. They reached the end of the crosswalk, and Will released his breath, watching it float into the night.

“How are you feeling?” Dante asked.

Will smiled. “Better, thank you.”

“You did good, baby. We can keep practicing whenever you want.”

“Maybe I can help you someday, too… If you want.”

Dante grinned. “That sounds perfect.”

#writeblr #ask games #wip: for all eternity

[sash-au]

[A few years in the future] Cooper, fixing his mask: Why do villains always need to hit me in the fuckin face? Lila: Take it as a compliment, you have a very punchable face Cooper: Like, I can understand breaking the helmet, it's the first fuckin thing you see on my costume, but seriously? My mask??? You have to fuckin work for that shit, it's barely breakable!!! Lila: Sorry, but I have very little sympathy for the guy who wears a motorcycle mask under a face-covering helmet Cooper: Hey, fuck you, it's intimidating Lila: You're right, just thinking about the amount of condensation under that bitch is terrifying Cooper: Motherfucker- Nate, walking in: Hey guys, what are you working on? Cooper: I was fighting Batroc and he damaged my mask Nate: Your mostly cloth mask??? How the fuck did he do that??? Plus aren't you wearing a face covering helmet? Lila: Oh, he took it off to be "intimidating" Cooper: It WAS intimidating Nate: Yeah, so intimidating that he kicked you in the fuckin face Lila, high fiving Nate: Oh ho ho, shit Cooper: Great, now there's fuckin... two of you. What the fuck do you want, Nate? Nate: Oh... yeah, it's just that um... I'm going on this thing tonight... with a... uh... a friend of mine, and I uh... I think there's something I need to tell you guys Lila and Cooper, in unison: You're gay Nate: I'M SORRY WHAT??? Cooper: Hm? Nate: I HAVEN'T TOLD THAT TO ANYBODY, I BARELY EVEN KNEW, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW??? Lila: Nate, we're your siblings. We know you better than anybody. And on top of that, we love you Cooper: Yeah, and you're also really fuckin terrible at hiding it Lila: Also that. Yeah, mostly that, actually Nate: Ok, wow. First of all, I wasn't hiding it, I was discovering myself. And second of all, no I fuckin was not! Cooper: Yeah, you were Nate: No, I wasn't! Lila: Yeah, sorry, but you kind of were Nate: Was not! Cooper: Do you really wanna fuckin go there, bud? Nate: Do you have evidence? Lila: Yeah, we do Nate: Sure. I'd like to see you fuckin try Cooper: You sure about that? Nate: Yeah. I am Lila: It'd save you a lot of embarrassment if you just trusted us here Nate: There was absolutely no evidence that either of you could have known until this exact second when I told you- Lila, over the intercom: Agent Oliver Johnson to the Repair Lab please Nate: What are you doing- Cooper: Don't say we didn't warn you Nate: I take it back just don't- Ollie, speeding in: Hey Lila, what's up? Nate: [Looking at anything but Ollie] Lila: Hey Ollie, I need to wash the Sky-Cycle, wanna help? Ollie: Oh, yeah, sure, no problem! Cooper: And it's pretty dirty, you're probably gonna get soaking wet, I'd lose the shirt Nate: Sorry, lose the what- Ollie: Oh, yeah, that's a good point- Nate: Ok, I get it! I get your point, ok! Cut it out! Cooper: Told you so. Lila? Lila: You know what, Ollie? I'm gonna take it out tonight, never mind, you're good. Ollie: Oh, ok! Sounds good, see you later, guys! Ollie, winking at Nate before speeding off again: See you around, Nate Nate, flustered: Heh, bye Nate, to Lila and Cooper: I fuckin hate you both Cooper: Hey, don't hate us, we warned you Lila: Ok, ok. In all seriousness- what's his name? Nate, sighing: ...Joshua Lila: Is he nice? Nate: Oh absolutely! And he's fuckin hilarious, and we get along so well, and he's got these beautiful blue eyes- Lila: Well, we're happy for you, buddy. Really. Nate: ...Thanks, Lila Legacy, walking in: So seeing as I just saw Ollie Johnson run by with his shirt half off, am I safe in assuming that Nate finally came out? Nate: Oh, for fuck's sake- DID ANYBODY NOT KNOW??? Legacy: ...No Legacy, to Cooper: How the fuck did your mask get busted? Cooper: It's a long story Legacy: You took off your helmet for dramatic effect, didn't you? Cooper: IT'S INTIMIDATING

#sash au quote #lila barton #cooper barton #nate barton #ollie johnson #legacy carter #nate x ollie #joshua miller #nate x joshua #quote cred to @thepandaredd on tik tok

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Thank you so much, Ma! And you're welcome, you deserve the best. Okay.. here goes ((long, I'm sorry (｡•́︿•̀｡)))

I was always told by my mother to not have a crush until the third grade, and growing up I took that to heart. Even when I reached third grade, I never thought of/looked at someone in that way-admiration, romantic attraction.

Lots of people had a crush on me while growing up, from elementary, middle school, the neighborhood kid, and highschool (Not bragging but is this considered living the Y/N life? (• ▽ •;)). But I didn't understand the feeling at all. I nailed my mother's words onto my brain and heart, even when I'm already passed the third grade.

Then I met this person, let's call them C. I got drawn to them because they played instrument really well (well they approached first) and we had the same interest, art and music. They were funny, has a weirdo energy, funny in their own way(in a good way). I met their partner and we became foodie buddies.

There was one time that made me feel off but it suddenly made my heart beat in a different way. When their partner wasn't present, I was chilling with them, talking about anything (I don't remember what we were talking about at that time), out of the blue C confessed to me that they liked me (romantically) and if they weren't with their current partner, they would have "married me on the spot" -in their words. The conversation didn't become awkward at least, but at the same time I don't really know what to say to that. So I just complimented his current partner instead that I'm certain they're much better (I was flustered on the inside, but I was oblivious back then).

They broke up, because of a certain incident (no it didn't involve me, so I hope you won't assume ><). I was there through their dark times, gave them comfort. I wanted to reach out to their partner too, but they blocked me.

Well now they're all better! They're striving again, they moved on and went on with their life and made those quotes of "never gonna fall in love again" and all that. C's partner was great! (I still miss them and our food talks).

One day, they told me they got a date and I felt so weird that time. I felt sad , hurt like I didn't want them to be taken away.. my heart felt like it's being squeezed painfully so. It was the first time I felt it, jealousy?

Some of my friends call me names that are mostly used for romantic partners. Like Love, Darling, Little Angel, etc.

C then started to call me a pet name (baby girl (ﾉД＼*)aa) too and I have never felt so warm before, I felt flustered. I am used to it from friends (and mother, she calls me Love), but coming from C, it felt different. Are they teasing me?? Or do they just feel comfortable calling me that?

I realized that I might be developing romantic feelings for C (or I probably already had them before, I was just oblivious), but I don't know if I can accept it. We're thousands of miles apart and I told C before that a ldr won't work for me, but I've always done anything necessary for people I care for, and for C, I might, if I could. I don't know if they still have feelings for me (most likely they don't). Besides, I do think it won't work at all, I'm traveling to the West soon for my future, chances of us actually meeting is pretty low. I'd like to focus on my future career first after all.

It felt right, but it was at the wrong time I guess. I just hope in the next life, they grows up in a better home life and maybe we could meet again, but we won't be so far apart anymore.

Why I'm afraid to confront about this to my mother is that... I've always come off as distant with a resting b--ch face (my friend drew my resting b--ch face while in class one time) So I don't really know how she'll react, she teases me a lot (I almost completely twisted an ankle one time and she made a joke about me having an arthritis. I told C about it and they laughed at me (ب_ب)). She'll probaby make fun of me or something. I face my own problems, so it never felt really necessary to tell her about this... so I am here, figuring out a way to move on from my (first time) feelings. It feels weird.

((ah I'm embarrassed haha (●´⌓`●)))

~Silent anon

Awe Silent anon!! First off, please don't be embarrashed! I can assure you this is a very common issues amongst ALL age groups! Relationships are hard, attraction can be really confusing as well! It sounds like C did have feeling for you (or perhaps maybe still does) but that circumstances didn't allow you to be together at that time. At the same time, now your life is changing and circumstances for you are changing, thus making it difficult for you to be together.

Long distance can be very hard and stressful and I don't blame you for not wanting to do it. Especially when you have all the opportunities coming up for you!

So I've always approached situations like this, if it's meant to be, it will happen. You'll keep running into each other or something will keep pulling you together. I'm a firm believer in romantic crap like that 😅

Also, it's ok to not get over someone you like. I still think about my first "real crush" and it's been 16 years since I last seen him 🤣 I doubt he would even know who I was now! It's perfectional normal and natural to have feelings and have difficulty moving on. Sometimes we just need time and sometimes we find something else to fill that gap that's left from that person. I think there's a chance you will probably think about C for a while and that's ok! Getting over someone can be hard but it works of one of 2 ways. Either you end up with them or you end up apart.

Thanks for sharing your struggles! I know how hard it can be to come forward but trust me, you are not alone on feeling this way at all! It's a part of being human and learning ourselves.

I hope this helps in some way!!

#my lovely bbys #silent anon

[simplysiriuslyjoking]

So yesterday I had an emotional and physical meltdown.

I suffer from depression, sleep issues, anxiety, IBS and Fibro myalgia. I have been having pains and being late to work for a month and I explained it again and again to my boss, had a funeral on Sunday, Brother sent to help Turkey because of the earthquake, money problems, no social life and studying twice a week in a different city.

I go out every day at 9 AM and come back at 11PM. On Thursday I found my partner making an inappropriate joke to a past sex partner and a compliment about her being really hot naked when they were fuck buddies, but I was hotter (according to the message).

I flipped out so hard, we broke things in anger, screamed about life in general, I work hard and here he is speaking about another's body like it was normal in a closed relationship. The neighbours called the police, I drank half a bottle of whisky and had to explain that we weren't beating eachother, we weren't violent towards each other and that we aren't a danger, just a meltdown because the situation of being 30 in this world is fucking us up. They left and I collapsed into bed. The next day my partner apologised and said I was right, and all that while I am puking my soul out for five hours. He took care of me and we are ok, but mentally I can't believe I went this far. I want to run to a different country, a different world, hide inside my books and forget I exist.

Sorry for the long rant. Needed to tell someone. Thank you for either reading or scrolling past.

#Meltdown #mental issues #relationship couple #Economy #World situation

[bazmichaels]

High School - Part Four

I had a couple of dates over the winter of my senior year – with girls. The first one was awful. I went with a softball player to a basketball game. I wasn’t driving yet, so she came to pick me up. We were just very uncomfortable with each other the whole time. When the game ended, we went out to her car, and it wouldn’t start. No matter what we tried, it didn’t start, so she had to call her dad, who came down, got the car started, and then we switched cars. She drove me home in her dad’s van. We never went out again. The second date was with a girl named Lisa who was friends with my buddies, but suddenly became very flirty with me. I was driving by then, so I took her out to a movie, and it was very nice. I took her back to her house, went in and met her parents, who left us alone to make out like crazy on the couch (sorry, I know I told you this wasn’t a kissing book). I got into a bit of trouble when I got home because it was late during a heavy snowstorm, and I didn't call my mom. But after our lovely date, Lisa stopped coming around like she did before, and I was too wimpy to track her down and find out what happened. She did come over and say hi to me at a class reunion, and was flirty again, but I was married by then. I found out she was working at DARPA, so she must have been super smart. Soon it was time for tennis season. After last season, we came into this season feeling very confident. Then, at some point, we realized that we lost our four best players to graduation. That was a sobering thought. To further bring down the mood, we met our new coach, Steve Brandenberry. This dude was an assistant football coach, but not in the psycho crew, so I felt good about that. It soon became apparent, however, that he knew next to nothing about tennis. Uh oh. The first time he watched me serve, he was amazed, and he said I had the hardest serve he had ever seen. Ok, thanks for the compliment, but that was just sad. He had obviously never seen any good tennis. We eventually started calling him Coach Dingleberry behind his back when we were talking about tennis. He was super nice, and we liked him. We just had no respect for his tennis acumen. We had a real battle in the preseason practices to determine our spots on the team. It became obvious that Robbie Rowland was our number one. His dad owned a successful carpet store in town and had a nice house up the hill from the school with a tennis court in their yard. I think Robbie and I played one of our head-to-head matches at his house on a weekend. It didn’t take him long to figure out that all he had to do to hold his serve was to spin it out to my backhand, charge the net and volley my lollipop return into the open court. I only had a slice backhand at that point, and I was essentially defenseless against that play. The other guys on the team either didn’t figure that strategy out, or were unable to execute it, because I emerged as the number two singles player on the team.

That was great for me, but I knew Robbie and I were not nearly the same caliber of players that the previous #1 and #2 players were the year before. Sure enough, we scratched out a 6-9 record that year. I don’t know why there was a discrepancy between the number of matches between my Junior and Senior years. I can’t find a record of my personal match results for the season, but I suspect it was around the same as our season record. I did win the Most Improved Player award at the end of the season, so I was happy with it.

I have a few random thoughts on the season, which is somewhat fuzzy at this point. 1) My biggest upset win was against a player from Fairmont West, which was one of the rich schools in our league. The wind was howling and the wind screens on our courts (it was a home match) were tattered and torn and were doing next to nothing. I figured that with the wind blowing as hard as it was, sideways across the court, I had to swing out and hit hard. That was my jam. The other dude was probably used to playing on indoor courts at the country club, and I was having fun experimenting with different spins with and against the wind. 2) At Springfield South, they didn’t have a girls’ team, and the boys’ team had a girl on their team. She played in the #2 slot, so I played against her in our match. I beat her 6-1, 6-0, and I got ragged on by the guys on my team for losing a game. Hey, I was still far from consistent, and I had a chance of losing a game or two to anyone. Plus, she was cute and we kind of started flirting with each other on court. It was a little distracting. 3) The best player I faced was a guy from Centerville High School, by far the richest school in our league. They were the bane of my high school existence. They destroyed us all 3 years in football, wrestling, and tennis. They probably beat us in every sport. Even when our team was so good in tennis last year, they beat us 5-0. I played a dude that was one of best players in the greater Dayton area and got a scholarship to play for the University of Cincinnati Bearcats (A Bearcat, also known as a Binturong, is neither a bear nor a cat – it’s a weasel. It’s also native to Southeast Asia, which is nowhere near Cincinnati, Ohio. I suspect you knew that last part. But I digress.) I was prepared to take my beating, and I did, but I managed to serve out a game in each set to keep my streak going – I was outmatched several times, but I never lost a set at 6-0. I was kind of proud of that. I played a few tournaments in the summer and won some matches here and there and kept getting better. Probably the most important activity I did in high school, that helped me in the long run was being a computer lab assistant. I had a natural affinity for programming computers and a talent for it. We had a fairly small computer lab with maybe three video terminals hooked up to a mainframe somewhere, I think at a local college.

We also had a printer that used that green-striped printer paper with all the holes on the sides, and a paper terminal that printed both what you typed and what the output was on paper.

You could store a program on a strip of pink paper with holes in it, and then run it later by feeding the tape through a reading slot.

The D&D type guys that I mentioned earlier would play adventure games on that terminal. I only played a Star Trek game on that one – it was pretty good. But I spent most of my time in the lab experimenting with writing different programs in the BASIC programming language. Just simple stuff like printing out text to the screen, writing for-loops and if-then-else statements, some math functions, etc. I helped people with their projects if they came into the lab, which was ostensibly what our jobs were as lab assistants, but we mostly just had free access to the computer lab. I learned a lot through hands on experimentation and repetition. I will now share a very important nugget of information that I learned in the computer lab that has nothing to do with computers or coding.

One spring afternoon, I found myself alone in the computer lab with the lovely Terri Wilkins, a fellow lab assistant. She was a popular girl, a cheerleader, and she was always invited to the cool kids’ parties because she was pretty and sweet, even though she didn’t seem to ‘party’. You can locate her in the picture above sitting down on the bottom right of the steps in the white dress. It was a rare occasion for me to be alone with her at any time, and we were having a nice chat. At one point, she asked me the following question: “Are you taking anyone to Prom?” At first, I was in shock, and I didn’t know how to speak, much less what to say. I eventually mumbled something indicating that I hadn’t asked anyone, and I probably wouldn’t go, and I’d never been to a school dance, and I didn’t know how to dance, and I hated disco music – which was all true, but it was objectively the wrong answer to that question. Can anyone out there tell me the correct answer? OK, it looks like all of you. What was it? Right. The only correct answer would have been: “No, I haven’t asked anyone yet. Would you like to go with me?” That is the lesson for today, for everyone that is or will be in high school. I saw that she went to the Prom with John McCurdy, my buddy from the football team. They made a nice couple. I, of course, did not attend the aforementioned disco fest, for I do not care for such music. Plus, I had many important things to do that night. Very important. Many things. Here are a few other random things I remember from high school. I couldn’t figure out a good narrative to introduce them, so these are a la carte anecdotes that I’m just including because I still remembering them.

HOMECOMING TP ADVENTURE – My senior year I found out about a school tradition that we apparently had for thousands of years. Every year on the night before the big Homecoming Day, the seniors on the football team would TP the houses of the cheerleaders, and the cheerleaders would do the same to the senior football players’ houses. I don’t know what the cheerleaders’ modus operandi was, but we all piled into the back of someone’s pickup truck, drove to a convenience store, bought the place out of its toilet paper stock, and whoever was 18 bought some nasty 3.2% beer, and then we all piled back in the truck with our supplies. It would be helpful if I could tell you how many of us there were, but I can’t remember, and I don’t know how to look it up. Suffice it to say that we had a completely full pickup truck bed full of football players, holding toilet paper and beer. Someone came up with a route between all the houses we needed to visit that night, and we headed out for the first house. When we got there, we just started chucking toilet paper rolls up into the biggest tree in the yard – no rhyme or reason to it. As we were going from house to house, we passed by one of the football players’ houses, and its yard was decorated like friggin’ Disneyland. It was gorgeous. At some point during our journey, we caught the attention of a local police officer. We ever-so-slyly lay down in the bed of the truck, so as not to be seen be the police officers in the car following us. We were geniuses! Just a truck driving down the road. Nothing to see here. Then the moron driving the truck sped up and went over the speed limit. The lights flashed. We pulled over. We nervously smiled and nodded to the officers as they walked up and peered into the bed of the truck. Since we were upholding a time-honored tradition, the officers were well aware of what we were up to. They made sure the driver wasn’t drinking, wished us good luck on the game, and went about their business. When I got home, my yard, too was decorated with ribbons and bows made of toilet paper. Beautiful.

MOVIES – I went to some movies with Chip and the boys. One of the most memorable ones was the original Halloween. It was the first popular slasher movie of its time, and, frankly, it freaked us out. For some damn reason, the exit of the theater took us into a dark alley with hedges all along the way. Fun note, the movie’s murderous villain mysteriously appears from and disappears into hedges throughout the movie.

I was there with a bunch of burly, macho, manly, young athletic men, and every time the wind blew the leaves on the hedges, we peed our pants a little and tried not to scream like little girls. Others we saw (that I liked) were Grease, Animal House, Superman, Heaven Can Wait, Foul Play, The Amityville Horror, Apocalypse Now, The Jerk, Alien, 10, Meatballs, The Warriors, Life of Brian, and North Dallas Forty. I went to see Star Trek: The Motion Picture with my mom. She and I were both huge Star Trek fans, and it was so cool watching her watch the Star Trek universe take place on the big screen.

One motion picture that needs a special explanation is called The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was a senior in high school and the movie had been out for a few years, but I hadn’t heard of it. So, one night, my friends and I went to a movie theater in Dayton, and they brought along some weird stuff like toast and newspapers and squirt guns. We walked into the theater and the president of our student council, and several of his student government cohorts were running around at the front of the theater spraying the audience with super soakers, and getting sprayed back, and everyone was laughing and having fun. Then the movie started.

It was super goofy at first. Then the audience participation part started, and people sprayed water when it was raining on the screen, holding newspapers over their heads like the characters in the movie, throwing toast in the air when someone on the screen raised a glass and said, “A toast!”. Certain lines in the movie elicited canned, often hilarious, responses from the audience.

And then – and then, it got super gay, and kept getting gayer and gayer and gayer. Now, this was small-town Ohio in the 70s, and every guy who wasn’t (secretly) gay themselves was completely homophobic. I mean, I didn’t know anyone who would go out and beat up gay men, but no one I knew was supportive of gay rights, and we all casually used gay-bashing terms that I eventually realized were inappropriate and hurtful. But during this movie, everyone was fine with super, super gay stuff happening on screen. Some of my super-macho friends bought the soundtrack and sang along with the songs, including “Sweet Transvestite, from Transexual Transylvania”. Interesting. I grew out of my homophobic attitudes as I got older and moved further away from Dayton, Ohio, by the way. I’m still personally very straight, but I’m completely supportive of those who are not. Love is love. Sex between consenting adults is none of my business.

KING’S ISLAND – I made a few trips to a big amusement park between Dayton and Cincinnati called King’s Island. I think I might have gone with my family once or twice, but I mostly went with Chip and the boys. The park was growing at that time, so there would be new rides that popped up between visits sometimes. The most anticipated ride that we heard about was The Beast – the largest wooden roller coaster in the world.

It was the summer, so the line was very long. In the early afternoon that day, the skies opened up and dumped a biblical amount of rain on the park. Everyone scrambled to leave the park as soon as they could. We waved goodbye to all the weather wimps and hightailed it to The Beast. We practically walked on to the ride as the line had quickly disintegrated. We rode the coaster in the pouring rain and ran back around to the entrance and ran through all the empty lanes to get right back on and go again. I don’t know how many times in a row we went, but it was a lot. We eventually went on some other rides. We basically had the park all to ourselves. All we had to do was be good with getting wet on a warm summer day. It was a great day.

COLLEGE/FOOTBALL DECISIONS – I was accepted into several colleges, but I needed to pick one. We wouldn’t be able to visit any of the schools, so I needed to choose my college sight unseen. It’s a good thing I had the Internet to research everything I needed to know. Oh, wait, I had to see what information I could find in books. I decided to start by comparing raw data from the book I had that listed information about all the schools in the country. Ohio State was the best school with the highest profile – a degree from OSU would hold the most weight of any of the inexpensive schools I applied to. Its enrollment was already over 50,000 students on campus. That seemed too big. I also mentioned earlier that the football program was too good for me to walk on to. I finally decided on Western Kentucky University. It didn’t have a sterling academic reputation, but it was the best I could do on a budget. I sent in my acceptance form and that was it. Next, I had to decide whether to try to walk on to the football team. My friend Buddy Phillips, who got his job taken away when Coach Cra-Cra installed a running/option offense, had been talking to the coach at Murray State University about walking on, was down at our field one day when I was doing my kicking practice. He was doing passing drills with a guy that was playing for Murray State, which was a division 1-AA football program that happened to play in the same conference (the Ohio Valley Conference) as Western Kentucky. He saw me punting and when he found out I was going to WKU, he told me I could easily walk on there. I called the head football coach, Jimmy Feix, and told him I was going to WKU and was an all-league kicker/punter, and he said to come on out for the team and he would send me the information I needed. That was easy. I was going to be a college football player! The only problem is that I didn’t have access to my high school weight room, and I couldn't lift weights over the summer. I still practiced kicking, though.

JIMMY FEIX PLAYED QB FOR WKU FROM 1949-1952. IN 1952, HE BECAME THE FIRST WKU ATHLETE TO BE NAMED AN ALL-AMERICAN. DRAFTED BY THE NFL'S NEW YORK GIANTS, HE UNFORTUNATELY SUFFERED AN INJURY DURING A 1953 PRE-SEASON GAME FORCING HIM TO GIVE UP HIS PLAYING CAREER. HE TOOK OVER AS WKU HEAD COACH IN 1968 AND BECAME THE WINNINGEST HEAD COACH IN WKU FOOTBALL HISTORY.

SOBRIETY - High School was when I first had to start choosing whether I would ‘party’ or not. I was under the legal drinking age the whole time I was in high school, and smoking weed was illegal. One of my life goals has been to stay out of prison. Seriously. Try being a Hispanic young male in a White community. That included juvenile prison, so that just made my decision easier. I was not only worried that I would get caught and arrested, but in the back of my mind, I was afraid I would lose control of my senses and do something stupid and/or dangerous. I had heard the rumors about my father being violent, and I had seen a few people do some really dumb things when they were messed up. I would have been much more popular if I had chosen to ‘party’ with the cool kids but being popular wasn’t worth the risk to me. This was just the start of a lifelong pressure campaign for me to go against my instincts.

#memoir #high school

[annesthaeticc]

Midnight Love | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

Midnight Love | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

| a song fic, kinda; Midnight Love by girl in red (listen to the song here)

| 3451 words

| angst, fluff, implied smut (dirty jokes)

| You've just had enough. It's been two years of the same thing and you want something to change, you want him and only him, you want to finally love him and him to love you.

| NOTE: hello i am back bitchezz! oh wow, i feel like it's been a long time since i wrote a dr strange one. i was playing with the wedding!stephen idea for a long time now and last night at around 3 am, i outlined this fic. i hope u guys like it as much as i do! pls let me know ur thioughts ! comments, hearts, and reblogs, are much loved by moi <3

You sighed as you took in your reflection in your vanity mirror. Still wondering why you are even doing this, you absently picked up the bottle of mascara and wiped the brush across your lashes, making it curl. Why are you doing this? Just why? Today was the dreaded date, the day that’s been marked with a red—no, blue highlighter on your diary. Just get through the day, you whispered to yourself, applying the last spritz of perfume on your neck. You stood up and teetered on your heels, shiny and sparkly to match your dress. You were once again berating yourself for being anxious and nervous for such a stupid reason when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of on Dr Stephen Strange. The renowned surgeon now retired from performing neurosurgery and now a very much active superhero protecting reality and time. You opened the door and it revealed such an immaculate sight of Stephen, one you’ll definitely never forget. You whistled, a wide smile threatening to form on your lips, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“You scrub up well, doc.” you giggled.

“I prefer the robes much more. Now please can we get a move on?”

“And I prefer this, sorry but I am such a sucker for men who wear suits.” you stepped out of your house, clicking the door shut. Stephen scoffed and walked forward, stopping a few steps from you.

“You’re fucking the wrong guy, then.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I think I am.” you replied with a small smile. You reached out and touched his tie, adjusting it lightly.

“You look beautiful by the way.” he complimented you, watching your cheeks burn red.

“What? No clever comeback on that one?” he challenged you. You ducked your head and smiled.

“Are you wearing that blush makeup thing or are you actually blushing?” he pushed further, laughing at his attempt to tease you. You turned and face him, shyly looking up at him, “Thank you.” He stepped closer to you, and lightly kissed the corner of your lips. “I mean it. Now come on, we’ll be late.” his baritone voice grumbled before he drew you in, held your hand, and led you to the waiting taxi.

As the yellow taxi morphed into the busy streets of New York, you watched the streets and the high buildings fly past the window. You opted to be quiet, to be left alone with your thoughts as Stephen idly ran his thumb on your hand, soothing you and not helping you calm down at all at the same time. Why were you so nervous, anyway? Well, it’s because of the mere fact that you are attending as Stephen’s plus one in Dr Christine Palmer’s wedding. There was history between them, an ex of some sort, and Stephen didn’t like to talk about it too much, because it was in the past. And it’s going to stay that way.

Why were you bothered so much anyway? You and Stephen are just friends.

Friends; not the kind of friends who run to each other when they’ve got boyfriend or girlfriend troubles or problems in life in a general sense, a shoulder to cry on, that kind of friends. No, you and Stephen aren’t that kind of friends, you were the kind of friends who come over to each other’s’ flat, fucks, and at least have 5 orgasms in a row. It’s a bit much but hey, it’s true. Dr Stephen Strange is your fuck buddy and sometimes your stamina cannot keep up.

You stole a glance at the said man and he was also deep in thought. Sometimes, you want to crawl up in his head and stay there, just so you could know what he’s thinking about. Stephen sensed this and squeezed your hand and looked at you. He asked if you were okay and you nodded before gazing back at the window.

Yes, you were friends. The kind of friends who hold each other’s hand at the back of the taxi. But not the kind of friends who should have feelings for each other.

How the two of you started this arrangement, was actually unexpected. You remember the night clearly. As if it’s embedded itself right there in your core memory, one you’re sure you’ll never forget; never in a million lifetimes.

You were in line, waiting for your fried rice and orange chicken when he walked in the restaurant. It was a tiny Chinese place in Greenwich Village, the place only consisted of a few tables, a counter, and a kitchen at the back. But people loved the place, it was run by family to family and the menu and the recipes almost never changed. Just like your life, you were wondering, no, hoping, for something new to happen into your mundane life. You were idly thinking about it as your ear pricked up as the number of your order was called. You collected your food, thanked the staff who gave you service, and checked out the bag of food, subtly inhaling the delicious scent.

As if the universe, or some mighty being out there heard you, something in your life changed. You literally bumped into the change himself. Said change was wearing light blue shirt, black jacket, and sweatpants. You felt him before you heard him and before you knew it, your fried rice was all over the floor of the restaurant. You apologized profusely, flustered and a bit angry for having to buy another carton of fried rice.

He apologized too, and gave you a kind smile.

And unexpectedly, he offered to pay for half of your fried rice. Stephen was surprised too, when he heard himself say that.

But there was something in the air that night. No one knew what it was. You of all people were clueless of what it is. Maybe it was an after effect of the Blip, loneliness hung in the air like a perpetual sort of way, it was always there, spreading misery like it is a disease. Anyway, people sought out people when it happened. People suddenly valued the company of another, appreciating it and treasuring it like a precious stone.

People lost people, and then they moved on, gained more people in their lives.

Maybe Stephen was feeling particularly lonely that night. But who really knows?

And so, the two of you exchanged contact numbers and separated ways. The next time you saw him, you both ended up on his bed, panting and relishing the post-orgasmic high. That was also the night the two of you agreed that whatever you have; it’s purely physical. It’s just sex. No commitments. No chocolate hearts and flowers. No romantic dates. No Christmases, no Valentine’s. It’s just sex.

Lizzie, your best friend, scoffed at such an arrangement. It’s bullshit, she said. You’ll always remember what she said; “it’s a bunch of nonsense. Because it just doesn’t stop at sex. You’ll want more. Next thing you know, he’s cooking you breakfast. Or he’s asking you to go somewhere with him. And then you’ll be hanging Christmas ornaments on his tree. Next thing you know, you’re invited as his plus one at a wedding or some shit—"

“Your relationship with him, whatever it is, is none of my business, for now. But when he breaks your heart, when this—whatever you two have breaks your heart, it becomes my business.”

How right she was. Especially the wedding part. And this, whatever you two have has been going on for two years. In those two years, it wasn’t just sex. Because somehow, in the middle of it, the two of you craved for more. But scared to do so much more. Scared to cross the proverbial boundary that leads to commitment. Scared to be free; free of feeling and being in love.

The car rolled to a stop at the church and your thoughts stopped too. It was time to focus, time to stop thinking about being in love with Stephen. Ever the gentleman, he paid the driver and helped you out of the car. In instinct, he offered his hand and you took it. The two of you walked hand in hand towards the small chapel, quietly processing and musing about the event.

It wasn’t over the top, it was simple. Almost endearing in a sort of way. You wanted a wedding like this.

“But will you ever get married?” Stephen replied, and it later registered to you that you said that out loud.

“I have no idea. Why don’t you check your time thingy if I do?”

“I don’t want to.” he quickly responded.

“Why not? That way I’ll have one less invitation in the pile.” you joked. He looked at you questioningly.

“’Cause I won’t send you one. I’ll just tell you to come, RSVP your name and badger until you come.” you laughed softly.

“Either way, I won’t check if you’ll get married or not. I don’t think it's worth it.” he said stoically, trying to mask what he really meant to say. I don’t want to see if you’ll get married because I want to save myself the disappointment that in the far future, I won’t be the man you’ll be marrying.

You hummed, waiting for his harsh words to sink into you. You looked up at him and offered him a small smile that he graciously returned. He led you across the room, introducing you to his past colleagues.

“This is Y/N, my friend.” he said, too many times. Repetitive, like a chant that has started to poison your head. My friend. My friend. It was painful to the point you wanted to cry and leave. But before you could, the ceremony started.

The bride, Christine, was really beautiful. For a moment you forgot your insecurities and stared at her in awe as she walked down the aisle in her white gown. You tore your gaze from her and turned to look at the man beside you. His face was impassive, giving nothing away, but you could feel his trembling yet elegant hands gently trace your lower back, you folded your arm into your back, his fingers found yours and interlocked them together into a subtle hold.

You couldn’t read him, you couldn’t figure him out, but you were sure you could feel him. And for a moment, that was enough.

Stephen remained quiet throughout the ceremony, the vows made by the newlywed, the excited cheers, muted in the background as his thoughts wildly bounced around his head. He was overthinking, yes, and it was such an understatement. The instant second, he laid eyes on you; you were wearing a navy-blue dress and glittery strappy heels, your hair in a beautiful mess, your face relaxed, laughing and blushing, his heart stuttered and his mind malfunctioned.

You were stunning. And you were not his.

It troubled him greatly that you were settling on your arrangement, almost too content in just being fuck buddies. Because no, he was getting tired of it. He doesn’t want to settle on just that. He wanted you. And only you. But something always held him back, perhaps it was the amount of work he has; his plate is almost too full for his liking, perhaps it was the fear of suddenly losing you because of the dangers of his superhero gig. But when you held his hand behind your back, it was when he realized why was afraid of so many things when your smile and your touch are enough to chase away the fear. Stephen decided it was enough. Whatever you two have needs to stop at being just that, it needs to be more.

“I do.” “I do.” Rings were exchanged. Tears were shed.

“Are you okay?” you asked him as he glanced at you.

“Yeah, I am.” he exhaled.

Soon enough, the ceremony ended and people started to pile outside, taking pictures and congratulating the newlyweds. Soon enough, you were introduced to the bride, Christine. She pulled you away from Stephen discreetly and said, “He told me a lot of things about you.”

“Did he? Good things, I hope.”

“It’s all good, don’t worry. And your dress, you look amazing.” she smiled, and you knew, you like her.

“Not as amazing as you. Congratulations. Really beautiful ceremony.” you said with a smile.

“I hope he is treating you well, he’s a bit of dick but I know you’ve been really good for him.” she said, holding your hand lightly. You giggled and reassured her that it’s all fine, that he is treating you well.

“Now come on, let’s look out for a glass of champagne, I am dying for a drink.” she sighed and smiled. The two of you got along fine and you could see why Stephen was smitten with her. She was charming and nice.

The two of you, you and Stephen, found yourselves within the wedding crowd, waiting to get settled in the assigned tables and chairs in the reception, flute of champagne in your hand and in his, the banter started.

“Weddings huh, the end of an era.” you sighed dramatically.

“Hardly, I think it’s the beginning of one.” he replied with a smirk.

“Who are you and what have you done to Stephen Strange?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.

“You’re forgetting the ‘doctor’, darling, and no, it’s still me, just a bit optimistic.” he chuckled.

“You’re hardly a doctor anymore,” you scoffed and gave him a wink.

“Perhaps, I should remind you later, when we’re alone. Remind you that I am your doctor whether you need one or not.” he whispered into your ear, and immediately you sucked in a breath, taken aback. A shiver ran up your spine and you exhaled the breath you were holding in.

“I’m sure I don’t need a doctor, I’m perfectly fine. But I’ll let you check me up, examine me, probe me and poke me anyway.” you replied and winked at him before moving away from his presence.

Wedding receptions were always fun, or at least that’s what you think. There’s food, booze, and cake. Things you’ll never turn down even if you were secretly pining for the man next you and secretly angry at yourself for letting yourself fall in love with him. As the night wore on, your wine glass was refilled almost always. The dance floor opened up and under the colored lights, you watched the newlywed dance for the first time. Their movements are slow and sweet, matching their favorite song. Under the spinning and altering colored lights, you wondered if you’ll ever experience the same with the man beside you, Stephen Strange.

As if he heard your thoughts, he stood up and straightened up his jacket before offering his hand to yours, silently urging you to join him on the dancefloor. You accepted with a smile, holding on to his hand, scared to let go, scared to let this fleeting moment end.

He led you to the side of the dancefloor, guided your hands where it should be, and drew you in close to him, your bodies almost touching. Stephen swayed into the song, leading you with him. You watched him, your gentle gaze meeting his nervous one.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice almost drowning into the song.

“You.”

“What about me?” his voice was laced with curiosity.

“You really look amazing in that suit; I want it to stay on while you’re fucking me.” you whispered into his ear, it was now his turn to get flustered.

“And I want to fuck you too, but your high heels will stay on.” he retaliated, you giggled and you let your head fall into his broad chest.

You could hear the steady pounding of his heart and you wanted nothing but to stay there, right there in that moment. If you could just keep it in a bottle and save it for a sad rainy day. The song morphed into another and the two of you still swayed along to the melody. You were a bit drunk and you wanted nothing but Stephen’s company.

There was something about the song that made your ears prick up and listen carefully. Maybe it was the dull and steady beat, almost matching Stephen’s heartbeat. Maybe it was the powerful piano accompaniment, or the hauntingly beautiful voice of the artist. Maybe it was the lyrics.

Oh oh,

I can’t be you midnight love,

When your silver is my gold,

Oh, oh oh,

In this light I swear, I’m blind,

Oh, oh oh,

In this light I swear you’re mine.

The song was appallingly apt to what you were currently feeling, it bothered you, a niggling feeling that crawled up your skin. As the song drew to its end, you were distancing yourself more from Stephen. You finally had enough.

I can’t be your midnight love. When your silver is my gold. You finally had enough calls during the middle of the night, calls full of want and need. You finally had enough of the uncertain and empty words that hung in the air. You finally had enough of all of it.

You wanted him. You want him all to yourself. You want more of him. You want to stay in the morning and wake up next to him. You want to finally stop leaving, and him leaving every after meeting.

In this light I swear, I’m blind. In this light I swear you’re mine. How could you be blinded by fear for so long? You were blindfolded for a long time. You forgot to actually look for the light, the shining light of realization that there’s nothing you want more in this world but to be with him and only him. You want nothing in this lifetime but to love him and only him.

Tears pricked your eyes as you parted with him, leaving him on the dancefloor. Stunned, Stephen stood there, watching you disappear under the lights and within the party crowd. It took him seconds to realize that he should follow you and at least make sure you get home safe, as he always did.

He found you outside the hotel, waving for a taxi. Stephen cautiously approached you and noticed you were lightly shivering. So, he removed his jacket and walked towards where you were pacing.

“Y/N,” he said, passing his jacket to you and you shrugged, moving away from him. You hastily wiped your tears and sniffed. He looked so beautiful and it’s heartbreaking.

“Y/N please, let’s talk. Tell me what’s wrong.” he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. You still looked away from him, gathering the strength to face him and show him how you were so in love with him, it’s breaking you. You took a few deep breaths before the words tumbled out of your trembling lips.

“I can’t be your midnight love.” you echoed the lyrics of the song. 6 words that meant so much. Meant so much love and so much pain.

“Not anymore, Stephen. I’m ending this.” you continued. You watched him with glassy eyes. He walked the small distance between the two of you and draped his jacket on your shoulders. Finally, you felt a sense of warmth. You ducked your head, embarrassed at crying in front of him.

“Look at me.” he said gently, tipping your chin lightly. You did and your gazes met.

“If you want to end this, then I’m with you. I want to stop whatever is going on between us, because I want more, Y/N,”

“I want you, and only you. Selfish as it may sound, and I know you deserve better—” you cut off his speech, holding your finger up to his lips.

“And I want you, Stephen. Only you. I don’t deserve better, no, I deserve us.” you said, your voice fading.

Stephen gave you his shy smile, the one you’ve come to know, the one he’s only reserved for you. He leant in, lightly touching his soft lips to yours. You kissed him back, chaste and sweet, short with full of promise. When the two of you parted, he planted his forehead against yours, whispering the words against your lips; “You should know, and you should always remember, you weren’t just my midnight love. I loved you and I will always love you in every second of the day, every second of the night.”

“And you were mine, Stephen. I will love you always, and timelessly.” you replied before kissing him once more.

“Will the suit still stay on?” he asked jokingly and you giggled.

“And I’ll keep on my high heels, Strange.”

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[baroquebucky]

smooth like butter

bucky just loves flirting with you

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a/n: hi hi bffs !! hope ur all doing well <3 here is a flirty bucky fic inspired by butter !! he is so charming i am gonna punch a wall,, hope u all enjoy let me know what u guys think & remember to stream butter <33

Bucky didn’t think he had it in him anymore, he thought surely that part of him from the 40s was long gone, erased from him after all these years.

Then his eyes landed on you at the coffee shop, a bright smile on your face as you picked up your order and made small talk with the barista, you looked so happy and god you were the most beautiful person in the world. He felt himself blushing as you turned around, his gaze quickly focusing on the the coffee infront of him.

He pulled his phone and immediately texted Sam, not know how to handle the situation.

just talk to her buck, I’m sure you’ll fall into routine like back in the day ;)

Bucky scoffed at his message, looking up to find you but you were nowhere in sight. He frowned, looking out the window and seeing you walking down the street, coffee in hand. His heart dropped a bit, upset he would never see you again, but he brushed it off quickly.

Sam was over for the weekend, the two sat in Buckys living room, watching a soccer game and making small talk.

“was thinking of getting a cat” bucky mentioned, taking a sip of his beer and looking at Sam. The man smiled, nudging his friend.

“ooh okay! gonna get yourself a little grumpy staring partner i see” Sam teased and bucky rolled his eyes smiling at his friend.

“dunno if i should, you know since we go on missions all the time” he frowned and Sam shook his head.

“you can always ask your neighbors to cat sit if your gone for too long, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a hassle” Sam assured his friend and bucky smiled, nodding his head as the two friends relaxed.

The next day bucky headed to the nearest animal shelter, nervous to pick out his new feline friend, his eyes shining as they took him around the facility, presenting each of the cats with utmost pride.

“this guys name is alpine, he’s quite mellow and sweet, very well behaved and house trained” Buckys eyes met with the cats and he smiled, the cat purring into Buckys hand.

“I’ll take him” he smiled, the cat cooing up to the super soldier with ease. As he signed all the papers, alpine continued to purr into Buckys touch, excited to finally have a home.

“you can pick him up in two to three weeks after we finish up checking him out and giving him some shots! We’ll give you a call two days prior if that’s fine with you?” The receptionist smiled and bucky nodded, waving goodbye to alpine and walking out the shelter doors.

Bucky had a smile on his face and his eyes were for once off the floor, smiling to himself as he shopped for his new friend, getting him all sorts of toys and treats. He easily went up the stairs to his apartment before stopping at his door and realizing he need to unlock the door. The boxed and bags he had so delicately balanced came tumbling down as he set them down to reach for his key.

“fuck” he whispered, trying to balance everything only to have him drop his key.

“let me help!” he heard a sweet voice, he was too embarrassed to look up, fumbling with everything as you took half the things in your hand and let him grab the keys. Bucky looked up and met your eyes, his heart raced and he realized it was you, from the coffee shop.

He didn’t let his state linger for long, quickly moving to unlock the door and grab the rest of the things from the floor, holding the door open and inviting you in.

“you can set it on the counter, thanks so much” he smiled, you nodded, placing everything down gently as your arms already shook from how heavy the boxes were.

“you’re getting a cat?” You smiled and bucky heard sams words ringing in his ears, just be yourself, let the 40s flow back to you, he had scoffed at him before but now here was bucky, letting himself just trust his gut.

“yeah! i get lonely sometimes and ive always wanted a cat” bucky smiled, your knees buckled. God his smile, that had to be the most charming smile in all of Brooklyn, you were sure of it.

“oh nice! I used to have a cat, his name was mittens” you smiled, nervous as he looked at you, your fiddled with your fingers before realizing he probably wanted you to leave.

“I’ll get going don’t wanna bother you” you smiled, waving goodbye to him.

“wait!” bucky called out and you stopped in your tracks, face flushed as you turned around. Bucky smiled at you before speaking up.

“what’s your name? I could’ve sworn I’ve never seen you around, i would’ve remembered someone a pretty as you” he asked and you chuckled lightly, blushing at his words and your palms sweating a bit.

“y/n, I’m two doors down” you smiled and he returned it, walking up to you, your heart raced in your chest as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand quickly, noting the way his hands were much warmer than yours and how his calloused hand felt against yours. Your stomach was in knots by the time you pulled away, mind racing and wondering if he felt how sweaty your hands were.

“I’m bucky” he replied, “I’ll see you around i hope” bucky grinned and you nodded.

“if you ever need anything you know where to find me!” You shot him one last grin and walked out, face hot and heart racing. You felt a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing once you shut the door to your apartment, you were so flustered by him you were fucking sweating.

You had seen bucky in the halls a couple times, flashing each other a smile and making small talk. Each and every time you found yourself nervous under his gaze, sweating once the two of you parted ways and you hoped to god he never noticed. Bucky being the observant super soldier he was, did notice, but he found it sickeningly sweet. His heart fluttering as he noticed the way your heart rate quickened around him, the way you fumbled over your words at times and fiddled with your fingers.

Bucky took any and every opportunity to talk to you, helping you with groceries even if you weren’t struggling, dropping stuff on purpose for you to help him out. He even invited you out for dinner a couple times, the two of you getting along perfectly and conversation flowing easily.

“you know you have a really nice smile” you complimented him as you stopped infront of your door.

“do i?” Bucky grinned and you nodded, heart racing as you looked away from him, “then whyd you always look away when i smile at you?” He teased your mouth flew open.

“i- well it’s just- you-” he cut you off with a small laugh.

“just teasing you doll, i have the same smile as my mom” he spoke softly and you smiled, you hand squeezing his slightly, “you should get to bed, don’t you have work in the morning?” Bucky grinned and you nodded.

“You’re quite the charmer james” you whispered and you looked into his blue eyes, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon” you smiled before walking into your apartment, leaving bucky outside smiling like a fool.

The shelter called bucky a couple days after that date and bucky couldn’t get to the shelter fast enough, excited to bring home his new friend. Scooping him up into his arms and signing a couple more papers before walking out of the shelter with a wide smile, cooing at the white cat.

“got someone who i think’ll wanna meet you buddy” he smiled, pulling into the apartment complex and walking up to his apartment, letting himself in and setting down alpine to explore.

“youll pee here, this is your litter box, best of the best for you” bucky smiled, pointing everything out to the cat. He played with him for a bit, giving the cat sometime to get used to his surroundings before going two doors down and knocking, a smile on his face.

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, you weren’t expecting anyone so who was this? You looked through the peephole and saw bucky, a small smile on his face as he looked down at the floor and then back down to his door.

“oh god, oh fuck” you whispered, looking at the mirror next to you and taking in your appearance, you were in sweats and a t shirt, hair slightly messy. You tried fixing your hair to the best of your abilities before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

Bucky could hear you panicking, he bit his lip to stop the smile on his face. But he failed miserably as you opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“hi bucky! i wasn’t expecting you” you laughed softly and he gave you a small smile.

“sorry, i just- i got alpine- my cat, i picked him up today and figured maybe you wanna meet him?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck and your eyes lit up, a smile on your face as you nodded quickly.

“oh! yes oh my god yeah let’s go!” You giggled, following bucky quickly down the hall and into his apartment. Your eyes landed on the white cat and your hands flew to your mouth.

“he’s so cute!” You cried out, bucky smiling at your reaction, alpine quickly noticing you and walking up to you. “hi little kitty, are you alpine? such a sweet name for a sweet boy!” you cooed, smiling as you crouched down and let the cat. Bucky couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering, cheeks flushing as he watched you.

“can i pick him up?” You asked, looking up at bucky and he nodded, you swiftly picked the cat up with a wide smile.

“you can sit on the couch if you’d like” bucky smiled and you thanked him, gently sitting on the couch and bucky followed suit, giving you some space. The two of you took turns petting and cuddling on alpine, soft giggled filling his apartment.

“thanks for introducing me” you spoke and bucky grinned at you.

“‘course, had to show him the most beautiful gal here” bucky smiled and you blushed at his comment, but he didn’t stop there. “i was wondering actually uh- stark has this gala thing- i mean you can say no it’s just- do you wanna go with me?”

Now it was Buckys turn to blush, he knew there was a huge chance you’d say no. I mean you hardly knew each other, the longest you had talked was for like 30 minutes in your apartment when he helped you bring up groceries two days ago.

“me?” You questioned, eyes wide as bucky nodded.

“I’ll get a dress for you and everything, just need to take someone and I’d prefer it be you” he smiled, how could you say no to him?

“uh- i wow- i mean” you sputtered out before stopping yourself and nodding, “yeah okay” you smiled and bucky grinned.

“thanks so much doll” he spoke and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, giddy with excitement.

Soon enough the gala came and bucky dropped off your dress, letting you know he’d drop by at 5:30 to pick you up to head to the dance. You were nervous as you slipped the gown on, it was a black to match the suit he’d be wearing, somewhat simple but had some pretty accents throughout that made it absolutely stunning.

You got ready quickly, bucky knocking at the door before you had a chance to slip your shoes on. You opened the door with a smile, Buckys mouth falling open.

“oh wow” was all he said, immediately closing his mouth and clearing his throat, “i mean- i- hi” he chuckled and you smiled, letting him.

“i brought you flowers” he grinned and you blushed, smiling at the beautiful roses he handed you.

“bucky barnes ever the gentleman” you grinned and he smirked.

“only the best for my gal” he shot back and your heart raced, moving to put the flowers in water and rushing to slip your heels on.

“let me just finish getting ready, I’ll be done in a minute” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as you put on some earrings.

“you’re so gorgeous, melting my heart like it’s butter” he smiled, dazed in your beauty. Your heart continued to face and you smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

“oh hush” you protested, finally finishing and holding the door for the two of you to head out. He offered you his arm and you gladly too it, taking the elevator and stealing a glance at him. Bucky noticed and smiled, standing up a bit straighter.

As the two of you arrived you grew self conscious, there were so many other people here, so many girls that were much prettier than you and most likely much better than you. Bucky noticed your discomfort quickly and pulled you closer to him, giving you a reassuring smile.

The two of you walking over to where the rest of the team was and he smiled widely as Sam and steve made eye contact with him. Tony flashing you a smile.

“hey guys” bucky smiled and you followed his lead, grinning at everybody, trying to appear composed even though you were absolutely yelling your lungs out on the inside. “this is y/n, y/n this is- well this is the rest of the team” he chuckled and you laughed softly.

“hi! it’s a pleasure to meet you all” you greeted and they smiled, wanda immediately coming up to you and giving you a hug.

“I’m wanda! It’s nice to meet you, do you wanna get a drink?” She asked and you looked at bucky quickly before smiling with a nod, natasha following the two of you as you all walked over to the bar, bucky sitting next to steve and Sam.

“you’re dating bucky?” She whispered and you blushed, shaking your head.

“oh no! we’re just neighbors- well we’re friends, we talk sometimes” you rambled and Natasha smiled.

“ever since you helped him with whatever it was last week or two weeks ago he hasn’t shut up about you” Natasha whispered and you blushed, looking over at where bucky was and your heart raced as you made eye contact with him, quickly turning your head away from him.

“it’s true, even came to me for advice, I’m the one who suggested he ask you to come tonight!” Wanda smiled widely and you took a sip from your drink.

“let’s change the topic, what’s your favorite pasta shape?” You smiled.

Steve and Sam cheered on bucky as he sat down next to them.

“told you she would say yes!” Sam smiled, patting his back.

“i knew you still had it in you” steve smirked and bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched you talk and laugh with nat and wanda.

“shes perfect” bucky mumbled, face beating up as Sam and steve made a fuss, “oh will you two shut up” he rolled his eyes, smile still on his face as his two friends continued to tease him, forcing him to spill his guts.

“can i buy you drink sweet cheeks?” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, thinking they were talking to Natasha or wanda. The two girls looked at you with wide eyes when you didn’t react. Your eyes wide when you realized they were talking to you.

“me?” You asked, laughing slightly as the man nodded, a smirk on his face. You looked over at wanda and Natasha and they gave you a wink, your heart raced.

“uh- okay i guess” you smiled, ordering up enough for the three of you before smiling at the man, downing your shot with wanda and Natasha and ditching the man before he could even see where the three of you headed off to.

Bucky smiled as he watched the way you doubled over in laughter with the girls, wiping at your eyes softly to stop the tears of joy from ruining your makeup.

Soon enough the three of you walked back to the team, you sat next to bucky, letting yourself relax into his touch. After a couple minutes you saw steve and bucky both perk up, the sound of some 40s song playing as couples swayed on the dance floor.

“would you care to dance with me doll?” bucky asked with a smile and your heart raced.

“oh i don’t know how to dance” you whispered and Buckys smile only grew, “I’ll teach you darlin” he smirked as he easily pulled to to your feet, leading you to the dance floor and ignoring the whoops and cheers from the others.

With seconds the two of you were on the dance floor, bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you stood in front of him, looking around at everyone.

“eyes on me doll, or else you won’t learn” he teased you felt your stomach flutter. “side step right left to my beat doll, just follow the flow of the music” he spoke softly, your arms snaking around his neck and his cautiously let his hands rest on your hips.

“look at you, already getting the hang of it” he praised you and your heart raced, smiling up at him, you were only inches away from his face.

“you know nat and wanda told me some pretty crazy things” you whispered and bucky hummed.

“things like what?” he smirked, already knowing what you were gonna say.

“like how you’ve been talking ‘bout me” you spoke, the two of you still swaying to the music.

“i have been doll” he replied quickly, spinning you around before catching you back in his arms once again.

“what’ve you been saying?” You asked, breathless as the two of you were closer than before.

“oh you know, just how you’re the girl of my dreams, how i wanna make you my girl but i dunno what you’d say” he spoke smoothly, his cool tone causing your knees to buckle. Bucky held you up firmly, smiling at you.

“oh” you managed to squeak out, “well i wouldn’t say no” was all you managed out and bucky laughed softly. Your blue eyes met his and you felt your heartbeat in your ears, eyes flickering down to his lips. “what- what else did you say” you asked and he smiled.

“let me show you, talk is cheap and don’t mean a thing” he mumbled, slowly leaning into you, without a moments hesitation you crashed your lips onto his, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouths moved together, smiling into the kiss and pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

For a second the world melted away, it was just the two of you, rocking back and forth to the soft music as you smiled into the kiss, pulling away breathless with sparkling eyes and pink lips.

Then everything came back to you, suddenly everyone’s presence was a little too prominent for your liking, face growing hot. Bucky smiled at you, not wasting a second before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along, walking out of the venue and waving goodbye to everyone hastily. Wanda and Natasha shot you a thumbs up and you smiled brightly.

Within moments the two of you were alone outside, the cool Brooklyn air refreshing both of your flushed skin.

“you know, was gonna ask you to be my girl with a bunch of flowers and over a candle lit dinner” bucky chuckled and you smiled softly at him, your fingers intertwining in his hand.

“why don’t you?” you asked softly, he smiled at you as he threw his head back with a soft groan.

“cant wait that long doll face, i just wanna be yours already” he grinned, looking at you with soft eyes, adoration clear on his face.

“what’re you waiting for barnes?” You teased, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms over your chest.

“for us to get back to your apartment so i can kiss you all night” he shot back with a smirk, loving the way you looked at him with wide eyes and your heart raced. He pulled you into his chest, kissing you on the lips quickly before pulling away, not caring that he had red lipstick all over his mouth or that it was now smudged on your lips now.

“will you be my girl y/n?” He asked breathless, the stars twinkling above the two of you and the cold New York wind cooling your hot bodies.

“depends” you smiled, “how much time do i get to spend with alpine?” Bucky smiled brightly at you, picking you up in his arms and walking to the car.

“of course I’ll be your girl james” you replied, kissing up his neck and leaving a trail of red lipstick. Bucky opened the door with one hand, easily holding you up with his other before setting you down in the car seat.

“i know, just wanted to hear you say it” he smirked and you gasped.

“you’re too cocky for your own good” you teased him as he slid into the drivers seat.

“not cocky, just charming, that what you called me didn’t you” he replied quickly, leaning over and kissing you before starting to drive back to your apartment.

It’s safe to say that you spent a lot of time with alpine, cat sitting when bucky was away on missions and lazing the weekends away cuddled in bed or on the couch with bucky.

There was never a dull moment in your relationship with bucky, constantly flirting with you as if he hadn’t been dating you for years already. The Brooklyn boy was head over heels for you and was not afraid to let the world know.

Which is why he reminded you everyday how much he loved you. Because to him, you were his whole world and all he’d ever need.

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[violetnotez]

that multilingual s/o hc was a big brainer 👀 so i got this idea from that like can you do one where gojo and megumi (or any of of the jjk boys really) has a crush on a foreigner sorcerer who's new to the academy and he thinks that they don't understand him so they keep complimenting them or saying stuff around them but little do they know they were actually studying Japanese and understands him clearly and one day they just replied to him in their language and dude's like rlly embarrassed or something jsksk i just rlly thought it'll be cute and funny. thank you!

P.S this took longer than I thought I'm so sorry I-✌️

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Ahhh I’m so happy you liked those JJK hc 😭😭😭 and omgggg babe this idea is genuine AHHH

characters: gojo, megumi, itadori, inumaki, sukuna

GOJO

When he first heard that he’s be getting a teacher aid, he was kinda bummed

Like Really, he’s Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru doesn’t need help 😑

But ohohohoho

When he saw you

Man was head over heels- first thought was “Damn, I could get used to this” 💀

He’s instantly buddy buddy with you

Even if you didn’t fully understand him, you’d get a feeling he’s flirting with you

He always uses any opportunity to touch you, whether that be wrapping an arm around your shoulder, insisting to braid your hair, or grabbing your hand

Like he has no shame💀💀

If it weren’t for your confused face and blushing cheeks his students would be sure you two were dating

He has a lot of nicknames for you, thinking you wouldn’t understand what he’s saying

Like, “Would ya mind passing me that stapler...doll face” 😄

He starts giggling like a 5 year old 💀

His favorite nick names “sweets, gorgeous, and of course “doll”

But the nicknames will get more and more ridiculous, just to see how far he can get without getting caught by you

(Megumi has given his Sensei multiple looks of disgust in the past few months)

He has no clue you actually understand him, until the day he calls you “his darling pudding,” (whatever the fuck that means💀) after you did a food run to his fav café

You couldn’t help but chuckle, saying “Gojo, usually your nicknames are cute, but this one is terrible,”

This man is SHOCKED

But of course, Gojo keeps his cool, secretly glad he had his eyes covered so you can’t see how confused he was a moment ago

“So which one do you like? Doll face, sweetheart, cutie...? I could keep going if you’d like?”

He shamelessly flirting, you both know it and you don’t mind

You hum, pursing your lips to the side,

“Why don’t you take me out to dinner, and I’ll tell you then,” you give him a snarky smile and Gojo feels like he feel in love right then and there

“That’s a done deal...after you tell me how long you’ve been able to understand me”💀

MEGUMI

Megumi, even if he was 100% convinced you couldn’t understand him, would still be a little apprehensive to flirt right in front of you

When you first came to Jujutsu High, he honestly thought “wow they’re really...pretty-“

You’d probabaly think he doesn’t like you because he barely talks to you, and when he does he cuts the conversation short

But nah, he just caught feels 😩

He thinks you look adorable when your confused by a couple of words in Japanese and Yuuji and Nobara have to try and explain it to you 🥺

That makes him feel more open to talk to you,,,

The way he’s different with you is that he congratulates you a lot more than he does with anyone else

“Good job”, “you’re getting a lot better,” “you’re amazing,” cute stuff like that 💕

Also touches you a lot more, like puts his hand on your back for a second or two, or will grab your wrist if he thinks you two might in danger on a mission

(The dude turns bright red when he does that 💀)

Once though he lets it slip

One day you were really curious about his curse technique and wanted to know how he did his hand signs

So he showed you how he did it first (not using his curse energy to actually summon them of course 💀), and then you tried it yourself

But you were fumbling with the placement of your fingers

“Okay if I can...touch you?” He asks, and he looks so nervous (ahhhhhh💀)

You nod with a smile, and that’s when he gently takes your digits and guides them

He’s DYING INSIDE-he never actually got to touch your hands before and he’s just kinda in love right now 🥺

Like they’re so cute against his own, and soft, and small- UGH

“Your hands are-cute,” he whispers, and honestly he was just saying to himself, not for you to actually understand

That’s when you wrap your digits around his, making him hold your hand

Lmao his heart might have stopped 💀

“Mine might be cute,” you giggle, “but you have the prettiest hands I’ve seen.”

He legit doesn’t know what to do, and just looks like a dead fish 💀

Until he finally walks up and is like “You heard me?”

Kinda loves and hates Yuuji and Nobara for helping you with your Japanese right now 💀

YUUJI

You know I had to do him

Literally when he first met you, he was like HOLY SHIT THEYRE HOT-

He honestly thinks it’s so so SO cute that you at first would fumble with your Japanese, or would looke a little confused by some words

You’re just so adorable to him (like please, just marry him 😩)

He is very patient with you, and even offers to help you with your Japanese!

He just has the biggest crush istg

Like he’s incredibly protective over you, in training and especially on missions

He always chuckling when you two talk one on one, always saying “you’re so funny” or “you’re too cute”, always having a blush

He knows you don’t understand him fully, but it’s still kinda nerve wracking

But your confused stares and small smiles gives him courage to be vocal about his feelings

And he’s VERY vocal about it-

Like he would be gushing to Nobara about how cool you were in training today, or man, she was so cute when she didn’t understand me at first, or how he brushed his skin against yours by accident and how soft you skin was-

“Itadori, you do realize she’s right there-“

“Yeah, but I’m sure she doesn’t understand me-“

“Oh, I do Yuuji-“ you were just smiling, carrying your books as you look straight ahead like what you said didn’t throw Yuuji into a frenzy

Nobara gives him a look that’s says “You can’t be more dumb-“

Poor Yuuji is sputtering, like he doesn’t know WHAT to do-

“, I didn’t mean it-well I meant it but-I, I just thought you were really cool today-well, you’re always cool, I didn’t mean it like it was a one time thing ya know? I didn’t mean to make it sound wierd, like I don’t love you or anything- but, Uh, Uh ya know doesn’t mean I don’t like you-“

Poor thing, his brain legit stopped working 💀

Just tell him “it’s okay, I like you too”

He’ll just breath a sigh of relief, and then it’ll hit him:

You like. Him.

Porbabaly gets all smiley and blushy and twirl you around 🥺

INUMAKI

I feel like Inumaki would be head over heels for an international student

He just finds you so cute 🥺🥺🥺

Also the fact you’re trying so hard to learn his own language and Japanese makes him literally fall in love lmao

Like you are determined to understand what all his ingredient talk means,,,,

When you get something right, he literally shakes his head up and down like crazy and he’s hiding a smile under his collar

Maki and Panda know he has a crush and tease him all the time 💀

You would probabaly know he has a crush on you, or just get the feeling he does

Cause he’s very clingy

If anybody but him gets to spar with you he grabs your arm and says “Tuna” 😠

Which translates to “they’re mineeeee back off” 💀

One time he did that and you thought he was cold 💀

This dude took advantage and started snuggling into you like he was freezing lmao

(Even stuttered “T-tuna” 😂💀)

Also sighs like a lovesick puppy whenever he thinks you’re not around

You are tho 💀

Poor thing wants to ask you out, but doesn’t know how to say it without his cursed speech getting in the way

(Wants you to go on a date on your own free will, not cause of his technique 🥺)

One day though he sighs out one of his ingredients all lovesick, thinking you wouldn’t understand what he meant, and you ask “Inumaki, what’s that mean?”

And then Maki goes, “Oh it just means he thinks you look cute-“

Inumaki’s face turned completely red 😂🥺🥺🥺

“Toge, is that true?”

Poor guy just nods his head all numb (with Panda giggling in the background), and also probably rethinking his choice in friends

“Well, I think you’re cute too-“

Your flirting with him

Holy shit-

He loves his friends now 💀

SUKUNA

LMAO okay okay this is kinda just for shits and giggles

But like could you imagine Sukuna just popping out of Yuuji’s cheek and saying like creepy ass pick up lines he thinks is hot 💀

Like “look at that fresh little lamb, wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth into that-“

Like huney. Wtf.

Yuuji is literally red as a tomato and profusely apologizing to you

But your kinda confused, like what did he say?

Yuuji has the biggest sigh of relief

Now the problem was you started to notice Yuuji has a whole spaz attack everytime Sukuna seems to talk to you

And only you.

Soooo finally one day you actually catch what Sukuna is saying

“Sukuna, you do realize I’m not just a piece of meat right?”

Yuuji dies .

Sukuna is laughing his ass off.

“Are you sure about that?”

This bitch-

You just smile, replying back with “I’m very sure.”

Yuuji is literally screaming at Sukuna in his head for doing that, while he is just cackling

Probabaly bugs Yuuji to be close to you all the time so he can say his creepy pick up lines 💀

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[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

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"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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