#and feel free to debate or ask questions i know this is very rambly and disorganized
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The Event of the Season- Part 1
A/N: Tumblr dot com does not like my gifs, but I will continue to make them so suck on that Tumblr dot com. Anyways, you know the drill, feel free to let me know if you hate this or love this. Enjoy! Happy New Years Eve! MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: You overestimated your alcohol tolerance and accidentally confessed to Spencer Reid that you uh... love him. Oops.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader
Genre: ????
Warnings: Foul Language, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of Rossi, The L word, Anxiety, Lack of Editing, I am sorry if this is bad? I usually don't write things with multiple parts.
Word Count: 1,115
You don’t own a dark brown leather couch… that’s why waking up on one was so weird.
Everything is blurry, but even through the blur you can see it. Green walls. Warm lighting. Way too many bookshelves… it all was very much Spencer Reid. But that is impossible. Why would you be in Spencer Reid’s apartment?
“Hey,” he speaks softly almost as if he is worried about scaring you. You jumping a little probably didn’t help. You look to the doorway he’s standing in. It’s the doorway to his bedroom. You glance behind him. You see his bedpost, his sheets have been slept in, you can see that. A sense of relief passes over you.
“Uh hi… Spencer—”
“You got really drunk at Rossi’s,” he blurts out abruptly, “I rode with Emily to the party, we were some of the last attendees. Emily drove both of us to my apartment because I said I needed to take care of you… you were incredibly sick. I’m sorry, waking up like this must be very confusing.”
Letting that sink in, you close your eyes trying to remember. You remember going to Rossi’s, you spent a lot of your night drinking with Garcia and gossiping, the two of you danced with one another, Morgan came up and Garcia left you to hang out with him for a bit, you started drinking again, and it all gets progressively fuzzier the further the night went along.
“I am so sorry…” You feel the need to apologise.
“It’s okay…do you uh-remember anything?” He asks, briefly glancing at the floor before his eyes land back where they were. Now that is curious…he wants to know what you remember, implying there is something you need to remember and it is possibly associated with him… hmm. That’s totally not suspicious.
“I remember drinking with Garcia… talking with Garcia…dancing with Garcia… Morgan took her away… I started drinking again. That’s it.”
“You don’t remember anything after that?” Spencer questions walking closer to your position on the couch. You look at him confused, scanning him for signs. You’re getting nothing from his features other than those damn puppy eyes with his eyebrows upturned. His tongue slides over his lip before he bites his lip softly, he’s thinking, debating with himself.
“What did I do, Spencer?” You feel the need to ask. We’re clearly having this conversation for a reason, if he’d just throw you a bone…
“You don’t remember it, I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Spencer turns to go into his bedroom.
“Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, Spencer?” You get up off the couch, worry laces its way into your facial expression. You feel a pit in your stomach forming. He pauses to look back at you.
“I’m sorry,” he apologises.
“Yes, Spencer, you are sorry, I get it. But please don’t leave me hanging like this. Tell me. I’m really sorry if I did something wrong, I really appreciate that you helped me—” your ramblings trail off. The cardigan he’s wearing looks familiar, the sleeves… you have a fuzzy memory of seeing the sleeves of Reid’s cardigan being rolled up his arms. He was helping you onto the couch.
“No, Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong, but you did say some things…” he trails off and you instantly walk back to the couch, sitting back down. There’s is plenty that you could have said in your drunken stupor to Dr. Spencer Reid. Like how he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, or how his hands make you feel the need to hold your breath, or how you spent one time staring at his ass for 3 full minutes while Hotch was speaking to you and you still don’t know what that conversation was about to this day. However, you can think of a handful that would be causing this conversation and you didn’t want to have any of those conversations, especially not today… but you still had to know.
“What did I say, Spencer? Please, be honest with me, I’m serious,” you pleaded to him, it was almost pathetic. The shakiness that was in your voice was thick. Spencer went over to the couch, sat next to you and put a comforting hand on your thigh, smoothing the hand back and forth on it before looking at you.
“You… told me I was beautiful, you clinged to me whenever I would try to leave, you asked me to stay, and then you told me you loved me. Then, you proceeded to tell me not to tell Reid that you loved him because it would ruin your life,” Spencer looked straight at you, but the pit in your stomach turned into a raging fire of nerves. You close your eyes and you can see it. You can remember bits and pieces of it.
“Ah, I see,” you nod and look at the coffee table in front of you. There’s a big pile of books on it, some of them are even in other languages.
“Y/N please say something.”
“I don’t know what to say Spence,” You reply, about ready to sink into an endless abyss.
“I do have feelings for you Y/N, just so you know,” Spencer says, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world…
“Why else would I hold your hair back while you’re puking in my apartment bathroom’s toilet, make you drink some water, and then tuck you in on my couch?”
“…I hate you,” you glare at him.
“Actually if I recall correctly, you love me and—”
“Spencer Reid, you are treading on thin ice,” you utter in annoyance.
“Aw, I’m sorry, what would make this up for you,” he is fighting off a smile as he asks the rhetorical question, before getting closer to you, his moving from your thigh, to your hair as he puts some of it behind your ear. You mess with his cardigan, acting like it’s messed up and you’re fixing it, gripping the side.
“You can’t.”
“I think I can,” Spencer looks down at your hand “fixing his cardigan”, grabbing the wrist of the hand “fixing his cardigan” lightly, before meeting your eyes. He leans in and brushes his lips softly against yours. Chaste. You groan, wanting to continue, but realising you haven’t brushed your teeth, you’re still in last night’s clothes, you feel icky. You pull away.
“I need to be less gross for the direction this is going,” you say, pouting. He is unmoving, face still merely an inch from yours. He sighs softly.
“We can go to yours.”
“WE??” you ask, eyes widening, looking at him like he has lost his mind.
“Yes, we.”
#dr. spencer reid#criminal minds#spencer reid#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid x reader
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Intro Post!
Hello hello! You can call me Anne [she/her]. I'm a young artist, aspiring to become a full-time (or at least part-time) animator/illustrator. Currently working on my AUs (fics and art likewise).
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Curiosity Killed the Cat (2)
Andrew Neiman x Figure Skater!reader
R U MINE? "I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be; and satisfaction feels like a distant memory"
a/n: instead of blushing when y/n gets embarrassed or flustered , I used "invading eye-contact" as an alternative. + sorry this part might seem really long, might not be able to update for a while
Every other Friday, Andrew and his father either went to the movies or a random restaurant Andrew's father was dying to try. Although, this night was a bit different. His father wasn't able to make it, and instead sent Andrew money to buy take-out at the restaurant his father had been rambling about. As he entered the restaurant, he took a second to check out his surroundings, it looked like a combination of a bar and an 80s restaurant. He took a mental note to check out the Jukebox.
"Didn't think I'd see you here, you're stalking me now?" A familiar voice said, "y/n? you work here?" he asked. "Been working here since the beginning of the year, what brings you here?" she asked. "I'd usually be here with my dad but he wasn't able to make it" he explained, "there goes your partner in crime" she said, earning a small chuckle from him. "Anyways, you ready to order" she asked, "surprise me" he said, "if you say so" she said, relaying the order to chef.
"Didn't know you had a boyfriend y/n" her coworker, Nikolai said, causing her to lightly shove him. "He's not my boyfriend, I just met him last week" she replied, "but you think he's cute?" Nikolai questioned, "yeah, a bit" she admitted. "So do something about it!" He exclaimed, "Jesus, keep your voice down!" she said, the duos conversation was cut short by the chef handing out Andrew's order to y/n. "Orders ready" she said softly, observing his concentrated face as he skipped through each of the songs on the Jukebox. "Thanks," he said handing her money.
It was like a lightbulb flickered over her head as she had most brilliant idea. "Are you free Monday night? There's this movie I'd think you'd like, and I happen to have the blu-ray version of it" she asked. Andrew's mind went blank for a second, "Yeah, I'm free" was all he managed to say, mentally cringing at how he sounded. "Can I get your number then? In case anything comes up" he asked holding out his phone. The duo exchanged numbers, Andrew putting his contact name with a ':)' at the end. "See you Monday" Andrew said, internally celebrating, "Cya!" she said as he exited. "Real smooth, you're gonna have to teach me that line one day" Nikolai teased.
MONDAY (italics = text messages)
Andrew stared at the numbers "511". He debated if he should wait a few more minutes before knocking, or if he should just get it over with. He knocked on the apartment door, and soon y/n unlocked it. He stared at her for a few moments, taking in her appearance. "Hey! you made it" she said with a small smile, as she let him in. He looked around her room, her many skating and academic awards were on a shelf on the left side of her room, along with a small desk with a sewing machine and what looked like a costume. On the wall behind her bed, there were posters of her favorite music artists, as well as figure skaters he didn't recognize. Lastly, the desk by her bed had a bunch of family and baby pictures, followed by cheesecake sleeping on the edge of bed.
"Make yourself at home" She said as she put on the movie, and grabbed a bunch of snacks from her snack drawer. "What's the movie about anyways?" he asked as he laid on the bed, "If I told you, it would be a spoiler" she said as she awkwardly laid beside him. Both of them struggling a bit to lay on the twin size mattress, "for the price we pay for these apartments, I'd think the beds would be a bit bigger" Andrew commented. "You should've brought your mattress over and combined them" she added. Eventually the two settled on a more comfortable position, y/n rested her head on his chest, with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "You comfortable?" Andrew questioned, "very comfortable" she said, breaking eye-contact with him as she played the movie.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked him, propping herself on her elbow, he nodded in response. "I'm going to assume you enjoy playing the drums, do you think you could live without playing them?" she asked. "No way, I've been playing the drums since I could walk, it would feel weird if I stopped, for whatever reason" he responded, "I got into Schaffer because I wanted to pursue it as a career" he added. "Holy shit! That's amazing, you should give me your autograph, I could resell it when your super famous!" She exclaimed, "Don't get me wrong, it's great school but I'm only an alternate drummer" he sighed. "I wanna earn my spot in the core band" he added, "and you will! Everyone starts somewhere, doesn't matter if you're an alternative or not, doesn't deny the fact that you're capable".
"What's the story with you and skating?" He asked, "Well, it was my mom's idea actually, she put me up for it when I was 6, won my first competition when I was 8, never stopped since" she began. She told him about how it expensive it was, but how much she managed to accomplish. "Sectionals are in 3 months, If I make it the top 4, then I move on to regionals" She added. "Would you mind If I watched you skate at Sectionals?" Andrew asked, now staring at ceiling. "You'd really come?" She said, excitement laced in her voice, "Of course I would" He responded.
"Only on one condition, I get to watch you perform on stage" she reasoned, "Deal" he said. Hours later, the duo finished the movie. "Are you free in 2 weeks, there's this really good pizza place, I'd like to you take you out to" he said. "I should be free," she said, "great, it's a date! If you want it to be, I-". "It's a date," she confirmed, a bright smile on her face, "good luck with drumming, don't overwork yourself!" she added as they walked to the door, "same goes to you, goodnight y/n" he said before exiting.
#whiplash 2014#whiplash#andrew nieman x reader#andrew neiman#andrew nieman#miles teller#fanfic#miles teller x reader#andrew neiman x reader
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Restless
Summary: N reflects and comes to a decision, with the help of a friend.
Notes: Some context for my version of N: he never said farewell to the protags ( Alexis and Elliot) and left when the two were severely hurt. It's something that eats at him constantly, even after they have forgiven him. He bounds himself in Unova because of it.
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I have made plenty of mistakes in my life. Some were not my fault. But they still haunt me. Leaving without a goodbye….
"N?" Kamari questions, looking up at him, a slight concern in his eyes. Poochyena stops biting at his arm, looking up at N curiously, " Are you alright? You were spacing out there,"
N smiles, waving his hand slightly.
" I'm alright. I was just…..thinking,"
It's a guilt that I carry with me for a long time. I have long since apologized, have long since forgiven. But it still hurts. Cursing me at the back of my mind. How I left them. They were hurt and I left them-
" Hm," Kamari hums, focusing his attention on Poochyena, giving her a few scratches, " Penny for your thoughts then?"
N ponders a bit, debating on whether or not to share his thoughts. He glances at Kamari, who's patiently waiting for his answer. While he could never put a finger as to why, Kamari has always made him comfortable to just. Speak. He always listens, no matter how long N tends to ramble. That…..and tends to know when something is bothering him. How? He doesn't really know. But nothing really escapes Kamari, so why bother to hide it?
I promised that I wouldn't leave after that. Not like that, anyway. I found some clarity, and continue to learn and grow here, in Unova. I've never felt so happy…..but even so, I can't help but feel-
"-restless" N shrugs, " Like I should be doing something," he sighs, slumping slightly down the tree trunk he's resting on.
Kamari is silent for a second, and Poochyena ditches him as she jumps onto N's lap, her tail wagging happily.
'You should go on a run, mister! That helps me!' she exclaims, and N chuckles at her excitement.
" Oh? Well maybe I have to give it a try" he muses at he pets Poochyena on the head.
"What did she say?" Kamari asks, inching a bit closer.
" She said I should go for a run," N chuckles, and Kamari smiles ever so slightly.
" I don't think that'll help much, girl," Kamari says, also giving Poochyena head pats, spoiling the girl. Her tail wags happily.
"....N."
"Hm?"
" Have you considered traveling again? Outside of the region, I mean"
N's eyes widen slightly, a small panic enter his heart.
" I- no! No, I can't just leave, I just-"
"N."
Kamari's voice is strong, yet gentle. He looks at N with sternly, yet ultimately understanding.
" Do you want to leave, N?"
And I know it's selfish. After all the pain I caused.
"....would you wait for me?"
So very selfish
" Of course,"
But it feels so good to fly. To not be bound. To be free.
"...I miss traveling, Kamari. I miss exploring the world,"
" And you still can. I understand. I'm sure they all will,"
' Yeah! I'll wait for you! I'll be a big strong Mightyena when you come back!!!' Poochyena cries, determination in her eyes.
N feels like he's going to cry.
…..how Kamari does this to me, I don't know. But I am forever thankful.
I don't want to be restless anymore. I want to travel and see different places and people- more than what Unova has to offer. I will be better this time. I will say farewell. I will keep in touch. I'll even send gifts.
….I have made many mistakes in my life. I guess it's time for me to forgive myself for them, hm?
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What’s your attraction to Abby Anderson? I love asking lesbians this question because they all say different but very wholesome things
you wanna know about my attraction………..to abigail anderson????? okay. buckle in. this may will get ramble-y (the rest will be below the cut bc i have a friend who hasn’t played pt 2 yet)
also, first lemme make it clear this ask is specifically about abby so i'm obviously going to focus on her, but y'all know i love my baby girl el and ngl could probably write 20x this about her because i have much more to go off of (my username is literally ellie's pussy btw.)
so i will not lie to you. my attraction to abby is not exactly….linear. i first got a hold of part 2 a few months after it came out—i had managed to stay spoiler free despite the transphobes/homophobes/misogynists jumping out of the woodwork—and i…fucking loved the story. jury’s still out on which storyline i like better, although; i don’t think i could put one above the other, really.
it was brutal, emotionally. after joel’s death i stopped playing for an entire month. literally was just processing in my down time, vomiting words onto paper to get my thoughts and feelings out and make sense of them. it was…rough. so naturally, i disliked abby. but- i’m also gay asf. so you already know it was conflicting for me (i blame the horny part of my brain). like hello????? big buff lesbian video game woman????????? that is literally exactly my type. but also, i watched her do the unspeakable.
and then of course, my regurgitated thoughts and emotions and random thought processes and word bubbles were coming to fruition, and i started to make sense of it all. i understand abby. just like i understand ellie. and that’s all it boils down to: understanding. they are two sides of the same coin. for fucks sake they live in a fucked up world surrounded by fucked up people and fucking undead fungus people trying to kill them around every corner (i could literally go on and on and on about the different factions that came to be after outbreak day and how they parallel current/historical american society, and human psychology in general, but i digress)
ANYWAYS, to make a long story somewhat shorter, i played abby’s storyline. of course, i was enamored by her—i feel this sort of similarity, personality wise, with her. the reserve she maintains, her sarcastic, oftentimes dry sense of humor, her passion. abby anderson may be a lot of things, but she’s nothing if not passionate—and you can see it everywhere, in her love of books, in the way she loves her friends, in her honesty (debatable), in the way revenge takes over her body and mind (because passion isn’t always positive, you know), all of it.
i got over the...incident... after my second play through (also partially because in my brain everyone's alive and happy and have all ten fingers and are safe and sound in their beds at night and free of physical pain and emotional turmoil). i now have over 1000hrs on the game (hello autism) and i...find something different about the story every. single. time. about abby, about her life, about everything, how it's all connected and different and the same and fucked up and beautiful.
she’s guarded. but she’s somehow…gentle. i don’t know how to explain it. i want to hold her and squeeze her and kiss her forehead and tell her everything’s going to be okay and never let anything or anyone to hurt her ever again.
she’s special. and she’s…abby. and yeah- i love her physically, but i love her mental.
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hello PLEASE gimme ur Addams thoughts… I too am insane
YES HELLO I WILL GLADLY RAMBLE ABOUT THEM FOREVER. here's a random selection of headcanons for u <3 feel free to ask for specific opinions or whatever if u want
gonna apologise in advance for the lack of pugsley :( i know the least about him as a character
this isn't actually a headcanon i just need to share that one of my boyfriend's coworkers looks EXACTLY like lurch and therefore it is his nickname. it makes me giggle every time he tells me work stories because i literally just imagine lurch addamsfamily fixing cars n shit
anyway! all of them are autistic. all of them. yes, including lurch, and fester, and thing. they all have a sorta shared spin for horror/macabre shit, but also their own individual ones - gomez likes fencing (and lowkey trains #autism), morticia likes plants, wednesday likes historical torture devices, etc etc
gomez and morticia are t4t and bi4bi, and also polyam (i don't think either of them have met anybody they want to include yet, but they're certainly both open to the idea, as long as it brings them joy! you can be a very dedicated lover AND polyam)
wednesday is nonbinary ("if you ever use the words little or girl to describe me again..." 🤨🏳️⚧️), aroace-spec, and defo likes girls in some way lol. she uses all pronouns bc she doesn't care, but leans towards she/it/they & spooky neos
i am admittedly fond of the "gomez is allergic to roses and that's why morticia cuts their heads off" theory ngl
also like - whether or not gomez is human seems to be debatable at best? since a lot of the other addamses are undead i sorta just assumed he was too ngl (this isn't a strict headcanon i have, just a musing)
i like to think that the reason thing manages to be sentient and functional despite literally just being a hand is because he's a dead addams who was dismembered, and, when he was brought back for a family gathering or smthn, he accidentally possessed the wrong bit and got stuck. and that was ages and ages ago, so nobody really remembers who he used to be.
lurch is also genderspicy, as a treat (he/it zombzgender lurch ftw, i am cringe and i am free)
all of the addamses know sign language - both the single and double handed signs, because sometimes thing prefers to communicate that way. they learnt partially because their family is so diverse that there's bound to be SOMEONE who's deaf/hoh or mute, and partially just because they're very social people (contrary to what people expect) and would never pass down an opportunity to talk to new people
gomez has really good instincts and can tell when ppl r sneaking up on him etc etc bc of the amount of times he got his ass absolutely handed to him in fester's surprise fights when they were kids. he can also pick out fester's footsteps from a crowd because he's so used to honing in on them to prepare for battle TM
i'm gonna stop there bc it's 2am and i have to go eat food but like -- pls pls pls ask me questions n shit about them i am Going Insane and need to yell <3
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It’s pathetically amusing how quickly fic has turned me into a little hypocrite. Out of one side of my mouth is the firm declaration that “Kanan is dead g’dam it! It’s sacrilege to mess with that story line. Dead’s dead!!” Out of the other side comes drooling words of worship of the authors who resurrected one of my favourite ships: NighThrawn.
What can I say?
It started with the Putting on a Show collaboration with @draculard and it may be the end of me, as I seemed to have tripped and fallen into a fleece-lined rabbit hole with From Fire to Ice. (I would tag your collaborator, but I don’t know their handle) I am currently in a holding pattern: refusing to read chapter 8 like an insolent child prolonging night chores to avoid bed🤣 I don’t want this damn thing to end😢
I few burning questions have developed in the interim, as I forestall the eventual end of the fic. Please indulge me if you will😊
I am amazed at how perfectly accurate y’all capture what I consider to be one of the greatest losses to Star Wars canon, Nightswan. As I read, it ignited an internal debate as to whether it is more difficult to resurrect a deceased character and breathe life into him, or is it actually more freedom to develop a character without the constraints of canon? Building a bit on this query: what IS the prep that one experiences when developing a character far beyond his canon life? Are there perimeters pre-set for personality? (like a profile) or do you just sit down and let the fingers do the walking?
Obviously, I could be overthinking the process, if so, feel free to gently nudge me off the edge back into my fleece-lined rabbit hole🤣🤣
Sorry this sat in the ask box for so long!! It's @jewelliffer who wrote Ice to Fire with me 😁
That's all something I never really thought about directly 🤔 There's certainly a lot of freedom in taking a less-developed character and building them out from the small hints of their personality and backstory we do get in canon, regardless of whether the character has a canon death or just.. isn't around much. I can come up with my own take on who that character is and where they come from, without worrying about contradictions with canon material or making them wildly OOC with what can be reasonably expected based on canon. So I guess instead of putting the work in to make them feel properly in-character, it takes different work to make them feel like a fully-fledged character in their own right, rather than an enigmatic supporting character we don't know much about.
I know with Nightswan in particular, for me personally, just including him in multiple fics is probably what helped me develop most of my own take on his personality? I'm sure my earliest Nightswan fics have a relatively less well-developed, less deep character for him, for that very reason. Contrast that with my most recent (I think?) version of Nightswan: the AU - Canon Divergence Nevil in Inflection Point. In that one, I developed my own backstory and personality for him to the point that he's very nearly an OC inspired by canon Nightswan. But it was necessary to make the story work since he's even more a 'main character' of that fic than Thrawn himself 😂 And I would bet that a lot of my Nevil personality there was strongly influenced by jewell's development of him for our nightthrawn fic!
Does all that rambling actually.. answer anything? 🤣🙈 jewell, any thoughts on your end? 👀
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Astronomy asks: how about 5H, 6H, and 7H for Shannon and Colm? 😚
thank you for the ask!! ❤️
i'm in a picture mood today despite all of them coming out not quite as i wanted them to...so have this as a free bonus ✨
5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?
probably surprisingly, shannon is big into video games 🎮 she's also a bit of a musician and singer on the side, just rather shy about it
one of colm's hobbies is not playing sports but watching them. this man has a whole ass twitter account where he rambles exclusively about sports, mostly gaelic football and soccer (okay, football...i'll call it by the word the rest of the world uses) but grant is also slowly turning him into a hockey fan, albeit a very confused one
has he ever gotten into a fight on twitter over sports? yes
another one of colm's hobbies is reading about and debating philosophy, though. go figure. sure, it was his major, but shockingly he is interested in the subject itself and didn't just pick it at random
6H ⇢ do you consider yourself a workaholic?
honestly no (?) for both LOL
shannon kind of is but more so in the way that she enjoys the subject she's an expert in on a personal level, so she doesn't mind churning through a ton of papers or writing one up. but it's not the work she's concerned with, it's the actual content for her personal interests
colm definitely is not. don't get him wrong, he's passionate about his current work with the bar he owns, but he went that direction in life because it feels less like work and more like having fun. the whole, you know, 9-5 bullshit would actually kill this man. he really hates working on other people's time and he'd rather NOT be on the hook for some stupid boss
7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?
they're married, so i'll answer for each of them one of the green flags they saw in each other
for shannon, one of those green flags was willingness to sacrifice to not stand in the way of each other's ambitions.
if you think about it, they have a very unconventional relationship. they were together at the same university, always around each other, for four years in ireland, then he came to live with her in the u.s. they were there maybe a few months before she decided to go back to get her doctorate. he didn't want to go back, especially since he'd already established the bar, and she didn't want to force him to go back either, so they lived separately for six years. they even got married in the middle of that, when she was about a year out from finishing her degree.
but at no point was the distance ever an issue for them because they put in the work so their relationship didn't fall apart. it sucked but he trusted she would come back and she trusted him to wait. he was willing to sacrifice so many opportunities for them to be together. and she knew he was absolutely the one for her when he said he would wait a thousand lifetimes for her if that meant achieving her dreams first.
(he's very proud of her btw)
for colm, one of those green flags was how much she cares about investing in him and his interests. didn't matter if she knew absolutely nothing about his passions, she wanted to hear him talk about them and she remembered everything he said. she'd ask him randomly about those passions, too, like if she saw something online about it or just had a question. plus, she tried her hardest to come up with questions to keep him talking, even if those questions were stupid
that meant a lot to him, especially having grown up in a very chaotic household where he felt like literally no one paid any attention to him and didn't care about him as an individual. he was shocked really that she cared so much but he felt like that said a lot about her. and of course, when it came time to pursuing his passions for a career, she was his biggest supporter and still is. in that six years apart, despite being hours and hours away, she did more for him in keeping the bar alive and running than the people he is in business with 😭
#asks#hlcn: oc info#hlcn: story extras#hlcn: shannon#hlcn: colm#ts4 genetics really made shannon eerily similar in appearance to mom and grandma#literally the wedding pic here makes her look identical to grandma in her wedding pic
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| She/Her | 19 | Lesbian | INTP |
Hi, I am Mg and I scream about characters and stuff!
➤Current hyperfixation: MILGRAM
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Fandom specific info, tag guide and post masterlist below ⤵
》》 About me
➜ I go by Mg but you are free to use whatever nickname you want
➜ 19 so not a minor. University trying to kick my ass but idgaf
➜ I am just... very gay, apologies for that, I love women
➜ English/Portuguese/Spanish (awful speaker but I understand)
➜ I am a cat person. This is very important and not ironic at all
➜ I am very shy and it's hard for me to initiate conversations but if I start talking I can't shut up
➜ I have some trouble understanding social cues so if something I said wasn't worded correctly or something I did came across in a way that made you feel uncomfortable, please reach out to me. I am trying to grow as a person!
》》 Milgram Specific Info
I joined this fandom early September, exactly one week after TPM's release. I haven't been here for that long but it has been a blast. Can't wait for trial 3 to destroy us all!
➜ Characters:
My favourite character is Kotoko. My posts and reblogs are usually about her. Literally can't leave my brain
Having said that there is no character I dislike and I love discussing all of them so if you ever want my opinion on someone feel free to ask. I love reading theories about every character
➜ Ships and Pairings:
All ships in this blog are tagged so you may filter at your own discretion. While I understand this is not exactly the right series for it I do indulge in some shipping
My favourite pairing is 0610 and I won't shut up about them
Other pairings I like include 0507, muurei and 0909
I am open to most other ships to varying degrees, just don't ship adults with children please.
I love most platonic pairings, especially 030910 (they are siblings your honor), 0010, 0710, 0104, 0206, 0810, etc.
➜ Voting:
I will be voting everyone innocent on the third trial regardless of what they do. We will be definitely pushed to vote guilty and I am not falling for that.
JOIN THE T3 INNO ARMY TODAY!
》》 Other Info
➜ I write sometimes and have an AO3 but haven't posted anything in a while
➜ I have a youtube channel where I post my videos unlisted
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》》 Post Masterlist
This is not everything under "my posts" only the stuff of relevance.
Disclaimer for my Kotoko posting
➜ Videos and AMVs
Hated by Life Itself - Milgram AMV
Kotoko's ear phones voice lines (VERY BAD QUALITY, low sound)
➜ Theories and analysis
Lucky and Kotoko's relationship (Thoughts on Deep Cover)
Analysis on the start of Deep Cover
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #1
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #2
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #3
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #4
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #5
Overanalysing Kotoko's answers #6
Kotoko iiya/118 cover propaganda!!!
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Kotoko and Projecting
Rant about characters treated by fandom
Liking vent posts
➜Rambles, memes, shipping
Small ramble on question 18
Yelling about Deep Cover (before the MV came out)
Post that sparked a debate about... Kotoko's chest size...
Kotoko girlboss to girlfailure spectrum meme
0610 day hopes and dreams (before they were crushed)
Calling out a friend in tags ft 0610
April fools!
This post is still a wip
PS: GO CHECK OUT @polarmary I AM HERE TO HYPE THE ART SHE MAKES FROM OUR SILLY IDEAS!
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okay so. some thoughts on recent lore. disorganized bc my thoughts are disorganized but i want to think about this as rawly as i can rn (all /rp of course) this is very niki and wilbur (mostly niki) centric because i'm sorting my thoughts about techno still and i'm taking tubbo's stream in bits and pieces (i'll catch up on others later)
niki is exaggerating about how terrible wilbur is because she's spiraling and hurting. fans should not take her word as gospel, yes, but she does have points in some things and the fact that wilbur and others have impacted her this badly should be noticed by the fandom as a sign that niki needs *help*.
its okay to want to defend that wilbur was not always a terrible person especially because of how horribly his mental health is treated by the fandom, but please remember to still emphasize that niki is saying this because she herself is mentally ill and traumatized. niki is processing wilbur as a terrible person because not only does she not have his full story, but also because she's undeniably been hurt by him and his revival came at a time where she was recently recovering from misdirected aggression towards others (tommy) and herself.
it's hard to take it all in and it's scary to think about whether or not the characters recent thoughts on wilbur signifies a villanization of him by the writers and narrative, signifies a villanization of mental illness. but these are the same writers who wrote a realistic depiction of abuse, cc!tommy is actively involved in the story and we all know how well he's handled his character's shaky mental health. cc!ranboo is actively directing his story in a direction that disproves the idea that his dissociating and memory loss mean that he's a bad person. cc!wilbur has confirmed bits and pieces of outside things that signify that his character is not a bad person, but is unstable and has hurt others for misguided reasons.
it's understandable to want it all to go quickly already, to want an obvious sign of redemption and a happy ending, but a lot of bad things are happening because unfortunately, recovery is rocky as fuck and sometimes what happens is that triggering things and people are reintroduced into your life and you can't process it correctly. it's hard to see people who have hurt you as good people or people with virtues when you're still going through the effects of the trauma they have inflicted on you. niki was healing and then had to deal with a secondhand announcement about wilbur *not even directed towards or for her* being back when she only recently got done with not blaming tommy for it, now all she has to blame is wilbur and it's understandable that she's blaming it all on him. niki needs someone to help her and talk to her, and she's not going to recover or heal by hurting wilbur, she's not.
yes these characters need therapy, but there's only one therapist and she's going through her own emotional turmoils internally. it's implied that she is genuinely helping tommy and that's good, but it does mean that a lot of these characters are going to be processing on their own, and that's a raw and rocky experience. put some trust in the writers, there's a lot of things not communicated between them, but there's a lot that *is* communicated that we can't see. not to mention that they can see what we're saying, they know there's people who are rooting for their characters to heal. these people are very well versed in tricking us and leading us on red herrings, dream smp is a work in progress that's still developing. they know what direction they want to take this whole story. this is the same story that had a suicidal character save himself and assign his own self worth, who took steps towards therapy and healing and is still in the process of healing and understanding what happened and what is happening to and around him. they can write a redemption arc for wilbur, it'll just take a while.
of course there's going to be a lot of tragedy (l'manburg will never come back, there's a strong possibility that once they sort out what to do about dream ghostbur will move onto a proper afterlife in peace, there will be loose ends never tied up and secrets kept that won't be talked about in canon) because that's how life is. but i don't think it's going to end like a tragedy. these characters have a lot to deal with, and it's unfortunate that wilbur is at or near the center of many characters' troubles, but i trust that they won't suffer forever. niki's stream was scripted, the writers know what she's saying and niki chose the music she did on purpose, many of the people prominent in this main storyline are close friends with niki and it's very clear that they don't want her to fall behind. she's going to heal, we just have to keep in mind that she just got a huge setback in recovery and that it's okay if she takes a while to reconcile all of her thoughts.
niki buried the diamonds instead of getting rid of them forever. she's not burning her bridges completely, she's just trying to figure out if she wants to keep crossing them. eret's still clearly a good person with people who have forgiven him and care about xem, they make mistakes and have people who don't and may never forgive her. but we all know that even if the hurt she spread was big and still impactful, that the narrative treats them well. there's hope for wilbur, i promise. the story knows he wasn't always a big manipulative asshole, it's just going to take some time for the characters who've been traumatized by his actions to know that too
#dsmp#niki nihachu#wilbur#self harm ment#dsmp analysis#others are mentioned like tommy and eret but i wont tag them#otherwise ask to tag!#and feel free to debate or ask questions i know this is very rambly and disorganized#mask mews#long post#none of this is meant to be critical btw im trying to be as unbiased as possible#and look at it purely as 'this is how the characters are reacting due to their circumstances'#of course their feelings should be taken into account im just trying to set down some ground stuff#since a lot of people are focusing on making sure niki's speech does not cause a huge rise in incorrect assumptions about will#and not as much on the fact that holy shit niki is not okay#which i think is a bit of injustice towards my girl niki#if fair enough considering how this fandom can be abt wilbur and claims of him always being manipulative and terrible#its hard to remember the good things about people when the bad things still hurt so badly#most arent going to be thinking about how a cat is just lashing out at perceived dangers when they need to treat the wounds left by it#if that makes sense
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Sometimes other white folks ask me the best way to be less of a Clueless White Person without demanding people of color expend effort teaching them, and I have a suggestion that will absolutely work. You won't wanna do it, but I'm going to tell you anyway.
Step 1) Follow at least 50 more people of color on social media ASAP.
Step 2) Read their posts, and don't reply to them unless they're addressed to you by name or they've addressed a non-rhetorical question to the general public. Not sure if it's rhetorical? Don't answer.
Step 3) Make this a habit, over a period of years.
That's it. Certain things will gradually start to become clear to you that used to be extremely opaque and confusing, and you will never have to waste a single other person's time educating you.
Same goes for a man trying to understand women, a straight person trying to understand "teh gays," or any other group of people who has traditionally dominated conversations trying to understand a group who has traditionally been silenced/marginalized.
The moment you enter a conversation between people your group generally dominates, you're tacitly asking it to accommodate you. Social media gives us an unprecedented opportunity to just quietly listen and learn how things really are for people. Don't waste it by butting in.
"But I'm a straight middle-class white male Christian - this means I'll never get to reply to ANYONE!" If you're good friends, go ahead. If you're not, why does silence feel so much like hardship? Really think hard about this. You're so close to understanding.
Also, #wellactually you aren't silenced at all. Thanks to the internet, we each have our own accounts and platforms where we can ramble as much as we want, and people can opt in. Witness me, white cis lady, doing just that, unsilenced "despite" my cis whiteness.
I simply believe that not EVERY conversation is for or about me, and I also believe that the conversations that are not meant for me are worth listening to when they take place where I can witness them. Others' perspectives and experiences matter.
And I also know that, raised as I was (white and affluent), I am primed to believe that my opinion matters and should be heard. I have to FIGHT that conditioning every time one person says something I disagree with on here. In my case it takes *effort* to stay silent.
But for some people, speaking means fighting against their conditioning. Some people are raised to believe their opinions do not matter, and they are fighting that conditioning just to have these conversations, to make themselves heard. Social media gives them a place. In theory, being a woman should make it hard for me to speak up, but I was lucky; I missed that conditioning. My upbringing was largely free of sexism.
So I have a very "white dude" tendency to talk over people, and it takes effort to just listen. But it's so, so worth it. I have learned FAR more about the reality of the world simply by quietly listening and observing than I have by "debating." I highly recommend that all of you, especially those of you who belong to one or more dominant groups, give it a try as often as you can.
Mishell Baker on Twitter (account https://twitter.com/mishellbaker/ no longer exists)
It’s so so important to learn that entering a conversation as a person with privilege changes the conversation. If you are a white person entering a conversation between people of color, you are changing the conversation. If you are a cis person entering a conversation between trans people, you are changing the conversation. Ask yourself: did these people invite me in? do they want this change? Can I not step in?
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Mouthy
Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"
A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^
Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.
Alpha! Namjoon
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"
The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.
Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.
"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.
"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?
"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.
"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.
"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."
King! Seokjin
You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.
"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.
But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.
"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.
"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.
"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.
"My Lord, I-"
"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."
Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.
"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."
Assassin! Yoongi
He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.
"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."
But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.
After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.
"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."
Vampire! Hoseok
Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.
"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."
You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.
"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"
You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.
"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."
He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.
As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.
"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."
Playboy! Jimin
He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.
"Where are you going?"
"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.
But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.
"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."
"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.
He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.
Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.
"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.
You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.
"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."
Dom! Taehyung
Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.
You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.
"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.
His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.
"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.
"No, what?" He pushes it.
You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.
And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.
"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.
"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.
"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."
"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.
Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.
"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.
"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."
Mafia! Jungkook
"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.
"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.
You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.
"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.
You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.
"I'm sorry," you squeak.
"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."
"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.
"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.
You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.
"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."
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Have you considered writing a "Truth" fix-it with Marinette admitting her secret to Luka? Maybe he could be a confidant like Marianne was for Fu.
Truth was having a terrible, awful, rotten, very bad day. If he could use his powers on the universe, he would've asked what he did to deserve this kind of treatment.
It started with his girlfriend keeping a secret from him concerning her ditching their dates, then escalated to Jagged Stone - who'd been his idol for years - turning out to be the father who abandoned him, and now he was fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir in Marinette's room after he’d been told by multiple people that Marinette’s supposed “secret” was that she was in love with Adrien, as if he hadn’t already known that and they just wanted to mock him.
His civilian self had never been never someone to presume, but now it's all he could do. Marinette must've ditched him because she didn't really love him, Jagged probably never even felt bad about abandoning him, and despite Adrien never even trying to win Marinette's heart, he was just better than Luka in every way, because the rich model with all the connections Marinette could ever want would always outmatch the "guitar boy" who worked a part-time job, lived on a houseboat, and had parents who either kept secrets from him or flat-out didn't want him.
Had it not been for his akumatization working to drive him towards a goal without interference, he would've cried. He wanted nothing more than to wake up and think the whole thing was just a bad nightmare, with dating Marinette just being brief highlights of it that kept getting shot down with a reminder that he wasn't good enough.
He wanted it all to be over.
Chat Noir was still trying to banter with him, but Truth wasn't having it. While going after Ladybug first wasn't ideal, as she was the smarter out of the two, it was easier to get rid of Chat Noir and deal with the heroes one at a time.
Thus, when Ladybug had run across the room to use her Lucky Charm, Truth acted. He managed to grab Chat Noir and throw him into the chest that Ladybug had been hiding in before, then locked it tight to prevent Chat from escaping. That done, he went after Ladybug, who was stunned but nevertheless prepared to fight. Chat Noir being out of the picture didn't impact her ability to fight, but Truth had Pharo on his side to knock Ladybug around when it was too hard to get a spotlight on her.
Finally, he managed to tackle her, her lying on her back and him pinning her arms down. The chest nearby rattled in protest, but Pharo shined its spotlight on it, preventing it from moving anymore.
Truth watched as Ladybug looked around for a method of escape, but she came up empty. Her eyes widened in the realization that... this was it. This was the end.
"Now," Truth said, clamping down harder on her arms as he leaned down, "tell me the truth!"
Ladybug tried to shut her lips tight, but he could see her struggling, her body shaking as she tried to free her arms to stop herself. It was only a matter of time.
Then, her mouth opened, and out came the words, "I love you, Luka!"
He froze, his fingers twitching in his confusion while he could only stare down at her in shock.
"And I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I wanted to tell you - I always wanted you to know - but I couldn't, and you deserve so much better than a hero who can't give you the time you deserve!"
A cold realization washed over him in form of a shudder. Those words could've been interpreted in so many ways, but he was the only one who registered their real meaning: that Marinette was Ladybug, her "ditching" had been her needing to fight akuma, her keeping secrets had been out of a desire to protect him, and he—
...He had only caused her more problems by getting akumatized, being no better than all those that had interrupted their dates. She loved him, and he gave into Shadow Moth to go against her.
Ladybug continued rambling, oblivious to his internal crisis, "You're incredible, and I just love you so much. I knew you were special from the day we met, when you called me—"
Truth clamped his hand over her mouth, preventing her from spilling any more secrets. He could feel Shadow Moth's influence in his mind, demanding that he remove his hand, but Truth ignored it, just as he'd been ignoring so many of his commands. The energy from akumatization that once made him feel powerful now made him feel disgusted with himself, guilt swirling in his gut and making him regret everything.
He reached up with his other hand, grabbing at his necklace and tearing it off. Ladybug's brows rose at the crunching of his akumatized object, and the last things he saw were the akuma flying free and Ladybug's expression turning to something...
thoughtful.
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Marinette de-transformed in a nearby alleyway and headed down towards the Seine, having not yet processed all of her feelings from that day. She had a little time left, given that Luka had quietly asked to walk back home himself, but she’d gotten no closer to clearing her mind since leaving her house. She was still a jumbled mess of "what if"s and "but maybe"s, and ultimately knew that it was going to be a matter of essentially winging it and just saying everything that she had on her mind.
As she approached the Liberty to wait for Luka, she paused as she noticed another figure already standing there. After all, Jagged Stone wasn't exactly someone you could not notice.
Before she could debate on whether to approach him, Jagged seemed to sense her and glanced over to make eye contact. She stiffened, only able to wave awkwardly and pretend like she didn't know why he'd be there.
"Hey, frockstar," Jagged greeted tiredly, his smile not quite reaching its usual lengths. "What are you doing here?"
"Um..." She walked over, standing next to him and staring in the direction where Luka was going to come from. "I need to talk to my boyfriend."
"Ah." It took a few seconds for the words to actually register with him, at which point Jagged turned to her, mouth agape as he grabbed her shoulders. "My son's your boyfriend?!"
She didn't quite have the energy to feign total surprise at the “son” comment, but she didn't have to. Jagged immediately pulled back without really looking at her, regaining his composure just as quickly as he'd lost it.
"You... wouldn't happen to be able to put in a good word for me, hm?" He grinned sheepishly, jabbing at Marinette with a hopeful elbow. "Haven't exactly figured out what I'm gonna say yet."
She was torn between being upset with him on Luka’s behalf and feigning sympathy because it was not only none of her business, but she was in a similar boat and felt like she had no right to judge.
She went with the latter, smiling weakly and jabbing him back. "That makes two of us." Then, she frowned as her nerves came back. "And... anyway, I don't know if he'll want to keep being my boyfriend after tonight."
For once, Jagged didn't pry or ask questions, the atmosphere probably felt even by him. They just stood there, waiting.
After a few minutes, Luka finally walked into view, staring at the ground and seeming defeated. Marinette felt ill at the sight, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her capris to find a sense of stability.
Should she approach him? Let Jagged go first? Or, maybe that would seem evasive, so—
She felt a pat on her shoulder, looking up at see Jagged urging her forward with his eyes. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or consider him to be the evasive one, but Luka's akumatization was also mostly because of her and thus it only made sense for her to go first.
She ran the distance to get to him, Luka glancing up at the sound of her footsteps and stopping as she got to him. The usual light in his eyes wasn't there, and she had to force herself to even say a simple, "Um... hi."
"Hey." He hesitated, then rubbed the back of his head. "I'm really sorry, Marinette."
"Huh?"
"I got akumatized, and I was in your room when I woke up." His brows furrowed with uncharacteristic anxiety. "I didn't have to hear the song to know what the notes were. I must've gone after you."
Marinette blinked, having not even thought about him feeling guilty over the whole thing. She shook her head, reassuring, "No no! I mean—you told me to run! You didn't go after me, not really!"
She wasn't technically lying; he never sought her out to her knowledge, and even as Ladybug, she'd always had to chase him.
Luka sighed in relief, though his expression didn't change much. "I'm glad."
He met her gaze again. She yearned for the way he used to look at her like he wanted to get lost in her forever, but his eyes soon darted elsewhere as he noticed Jagged Stone standing not too far away.
Marinette tried not to get discouraged, stepping back into his vision and waving her hands to try and divert his attention. "Ah—don't worry about that! Look—" She paused, needing a moment to breathe, then lowered her hands and shifted to seriousness. "Can we talk? And walk? It's... really important."
She couldn't imagine the conclusions he must've been coming to in his head, partly because he didn't voice any of them. His eyes merely searched hers, seeking nothing in particular.
"Sure, Marinette," he agreed.
She managed a smile, happy that she made it this far at least. She reached out to take his hand, but stopped herself at the last second and simply walked past him, Luka taking one look back at Jagged before following after her.
The walk was tense and quiet, the only sounds coming from the evening ambiance and their footsteps. The uncertainty of it all gave her anxiety, but she'd been sure of that uncertainty since she first decided to talk to him about this.
Because, whatever the future of their relationship was, it would be in his hands.
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As they arrived at her intended destination, Marinette heard Luka briefly stop behind her, perhaps processing where she just took them. It was the Canal Saint-Martin, also known as the place where they'd first agreed to date, and now it was potentially the place where they'd break up as well. Marinette vaguely pondered if that would be for the best, like the memories would just cancel each other out and Luka could forget about it altogether if he wanted to.
Nevertheless, she walked over, glancing at the bridge for reference and sitting in roughly the same place she’d been all that time ago. She then tossed Luka a hopeful look, and he walked over to sit next to her.
Steeling herself up, Marinette took a breath, inhaling until she couldn't take in any more oxygen and then exhaling for just as long. At least a little more emotionally prepared than she was before, she finally spoke up.
"I...I'm sorry, Luka. I'm sorry that I got you akumatized—" She saw that he was about to interject and cut him off. "—and I know you don't blame me, but it doesn't matter—I mean—it does matter, but I'm still sorry anyway, okay? You had a right to be hurt and maybe if I'd explained myself better, then things would’ve been different."
He still seemed to want to argue, but was holding himself back so she could continue, which she appreciated.
"It's not that I didn't trust you. If anything, I—I trust you more than anyone else. You've never betrayed me and I know you'd never tell anyone if I told you my secret. You understand me even when I'm being the disaster that everyone laughs at - everyone but you - and..."
She sighed, pulling out her phone and navigating to her text conversation with him. Mentally wincing, she tapped on the photo of her Adrien wall that Ziggy had sent, then presented it to him. He leaned in to make sure of what it was, then looked back at her, clearly not understanding where she was going but knowing it wasn't her being spiteful or rubbing it in.
She said as much, "You don't assume anything, like when you got sent this dumb picture. I know it was obvious that it was an accident, but you didn’t have to go with it and you did. I wouldn't have blamed you if you got mad, but you didn't. Whenever I'm stammering and being an idiot because I'm scared or nervous, you don't judge me for it or think that whatever comes out is what I actually mean. That's so important to me, Luka, you have no idea."
She settled the phone between them and kept the picture on-screen. Her gaze flickered down to it, silently encouraging him to look at it too, then glanced back up at him.
"How much do you know about fashion?"
He tilted his head, thrown off by the sudden question, but answered anyway, "Only what my sister's ever talked about."
"Do you know why fashion trends die so quickly?" When he shook his head, she explained, "Part of it is the over-exposure. When people hear about what's in at the time, suddenly everyone starts wearing whatever it is, so everywhere you look, you see it, and then people get tired of it."
There was a flicker of understanding in his eyes, Luka looking back-and-forth between her and the phone like he was piecing a puzzle together.
She confirmed it for him, "That's why I have so many. I don't feel that way about him anymore - I don't think I ever did - but I just don't know how to act around him. I hate how the whole idolizing thing took over my life and I already tried everything else, so I figured this might work." She groaned. "And of course it blew up on me and you got sent that without any context. Of course."
He gave a look of concern at the exasperation in her tone, but she tried to ignore it, not wanting his sympathy.
"My point is..." She gestured vaguely at the phone. "I stammer about him, but it's not because I'm in love with him, it's because I've never really been his friend and I don't know how to do it. I'm not dedicated to him and I'm getting better at not doing the stuff I used to."
His eyes flickered again and she wondered if he was thinking about that day on the Liberty where she was late to Kitty Section playing, where she ignored Adrien entirely. Just for emphasis, she tapped her phone and deleted the picture, adding on, "I'm only dedicated to you, Luka. I—"
She shifted in place, hitting the wall behind her feet a few times with her heels to ease off the anxiousness. It was so much easier when she’d been Ladybug, though granted that she was under the influence of Truth's spell at the time. She and Luka were dating, yet she was sure he'd ask her to end it, making putting herself out there all the scarier.
"I..." She met his gaze. "I love you." He gaped at the confession and she continued on, "I love you like I haven't loved anyone else before; definitely not Adrien. It's the kind of love that actually makes me happy, and comfortable, and my life is better with you in it."
She bit her bottom lip, hands curling into fists at the tight feeling in her chest. She turned, placing one hand on the ground as she began to push herself up, her other hand landing on Luka's shoulder to wordlessly insist that he didn't have to stand with her, so his gaze merely followed her as she moved.
"But that's the thing." She took a few steps away, back turned to him as she stared up at the sky. Her stomach twisted itself in knots at the words in her throat, but she nonetheless admitted, "I don't think it's mutual."
Luka's voice took on a sharp, offended tone. "Marinette—"
She spun to face him, cutting him off, "—and I know that you're going to say something sweet and heartfelt about how everyone has a place in your life and then something about how bad notes can still make good songs, but... Luka, you don't understand."
She turned away from him again, this time pacing as she counted off events. "Bullies and liars target me, and sometimes that means going after people I care about. I'm clumsy and a stuttering mess and you wouldn't believe the mistakes I made that I couldn't have even seen coming. It seems like I draw bad luck wherever I go; I mean, your mother is one of the most chaotic people I can think of, so you'd think she'd get akumatized a bunch, but it was only the day I showed up that she did. Even the other boys who only loved me for a little bit either got akumatized over it or became an anxious mess until they found out who they actually liked, and that last one would've at least been really useful to think about if I'd just made the connection back then, but I didn't!" She paused, then met his eyes with a pained expression. "And then there's you."
"What do you mean?"
She stopped in place, not knowing whether to be touched or not by the fact that he either hadn't noticed or was pretending not to. Throwing her arms out, she explained, "Things go bad whenever we hang out! I already mentioned your mom, but then there was the ice rink; even without me getting distracted when all you were trying to do was make me feel better, there was an akuma and you probably got frozen solid by him. When we were hanging out on the Liberty, Adrien just happened to show up on that day with Kagami to turn me into a mess, and then Desperada came to make everything worse."
Marinette couldn't remember when she'd started thinking about such things or feeling guilty for everything that ever happened. There was just a point where it felt like she was always apologizing for something, no matter how small it was, and stuff being her fault became par for the course by then.
"Then, both times you got akumatized, it was because of me—and I know you don't blame me, but I'm always involved! You were ready to leave the TV station, but because I tried to put up a fight, Bob Roth threatened me and that was your last straw. Today was the same thing; you were already upset about what happened with your dad and then it was me who sent you over the edge!" She shut her eyes tight, the memories painful to relive. "You're always putting up with me, Luka. You put up with me crying all over you and even dropped your guitar for it, and then you had to protect me from Miracle Queen's mind control! I'm supposed to protect you!"
He recoiled at the volume of her voice, then furrowed his brows, his eyes darting back and forth as he seemed to process something particular about what she said.
"I'm supposed to make you happy, and I can't. Out of all the people in Paris who should be able to keep you from getting akumatized, it should be me, and all I've done is hurt you. You're the calmest person I've ever known and then I came along and gave you feelings you didn't ask for. Sometimes—" She shook, choking briefly on the words. "Sometimes I wonder if it would've been better for you if you never met me."
Luka's gaze sharpened. He didn't reply, but turned fully to her, pushing himself up as if to approach.
However, she stepped back, his look then flashing to hurt. She took a breath, expression determined as she said with her whole chest, "I'm Ladybug, Luka."
He froze, his body going stiff and his eyes blinking rapidly at either the reveal itself or the way she’d so firmly said it.
"I'm Ladybug," she repeated quietly, this time with an ache in her voice, "and I'm telling you not because I trust you—I mean, I do trust you—but I also believe in you; that you wouldn't sell me out to Shadow Moth even with all the mind control in the world. You've always had my back and supported me even when I didn't deserve it, and I want you to know. It's dangerous and I don't know what'll happen and I'm scared but I want you to know it." She put a hand to her chest. "I'm the one who has to save Paris whenever something happens, and that's why I always had to ditch you. I'm the one who messed up and lost you your identity as Viperion. I'm the new guardian of the miraculouses, and the kwami don't even listen to me; they invaded my privacy and it was one of them that took and sent you that picture."
She realized that her vision was staring to blur and looked skywards, trying to fight back tears.
"I-I'm not a normal girl. I can't be a normal girlfriend, or give you everything you'd want out of a normal relationship. It's my fault that you got akumatized because I just—I wanted you. I wanted to be in a relationship and go on dates with you, but Ladybug isn't supposed to want things. She's supposed to be selfless and only worry about everyone else, but... you made me happy, and I wanted more of that. You were the first person I really felt like I could be myself around without being scolded or lied to and I thought it would be okay..."
She noticed him moving and quickly turned her back to him, at least able to let the tears fall now without him seeing them.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I always think I can handle things but then it goes wrong and I end up hurting people. If I'd just gone home the day of the music festival instead of complaining about Adrien not being around, then none of this would've happened." She sighed in frustration, wiping her eyes clean of tears, and she was so focused on forcing her words out that she didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind her. "I-it's okay if you want to break up, Luka. It wasn't fair that I kept you in the dark, and I understand if you're mad, or you want to date other people, o-or if you don't love me anymore—"
Her voice cut off with a gasp as a pair of arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her against a familiar, warm chest that had an unfamiliarly pounding heartbeat. She tried to look up at him, but his hair was shadowing out his eyes and left only his trembling lips visible. In fact, his whole body was shaking, as if it were winter and no amount of layers could keep him warm.
"L-luka?" she called, confused.
"Stop," he begged quietly, the hug tightening briefly to give her a squeeze. "Please."
"But..." She trailed off, acknowledging the request. She'd never heard his voice just break like that.
"You've already sung your part of our duet, Marinette. Now it's my turn." He paused, taking an unsteady breath before continuing, "I'm glad you told me your secret. I know you're worried about me being in danger, but it makes me happy that you can rely on me now. Music boxes aren't meant to stay shut, and you deserve someone who you can open up to, even if I hate that you have to mute yourself in the first place to keep everyone safe."
She opened her mouth, wanting to say that it was okay and it was just her job, but kept quiet to respect his earlier request.
"My life isn't worse because I met you," he murmured, an unspoken plea in his tone that told her to never think that way again. "I felt things with you that I never have before. My song started out as a flatline, then we met and you made it move. Music isn't exciting if it doesn't change but you did that for me. What you might see as bad notes is my passion for you, and I won't apologize for it or make you apologize for messing up just like every person does. I'd never wanted someone before you, and even if you never wanted to date me, I'm grateful that I got to know you; to fall for you."
Marinette blinked in an attempt to stop oncoming tears, Luka pulling her closer for comfort when she whimpered.
"All that mattered to me is when we were together, just the two of us. That's when your melody plays the clearest and when I get to see you. Those two weeks when we were preparing our music video were some of the best two weeks of my life because I got to see you in your element. I've accepted every break in the tempo because I've heard you, I've heard the Marinette you've wanted to be, and I want to be there for every beat of it." Then, he exhaled, adding with a somber tone, "I can't imagine how much pressure you must be under, or how awful things are and how impossible it must be to sing when you can't even take a breath without something going wrong. I just... I want to help you be happy. I don't care what you, your kwami, or anyone else says; you're allowed to be happy, Marinette, and I'd drop a thousand of my guitars if it meant that you get to play happy notes one more time."
She let out a sob, blushing pink as her hands unconsciously raised to rest on the ones around her waist, Luka sighing in content and nestling further against her.
"So I don't want to break up with you, Marinette. Not at all. I just want to find ways to make it easier on you - on both of us - and if that means finding ways of planning our dates around akuma attacks, or not planning at all and going wherever the rhythm leads, then that's what we'll do."
She tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help voicing, "W-what if... what if it doesn't work? What if I have to bail on you every now and then? People will think—"
"I was never worried about that," he retorted immediately. "I'm a Couffaine. My clothes are ripped, I carry my guitar in the basket on my bike, and I live on a boat. I stopped caring about what people thought a long time ago."
He was unbelievable. Marinette didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both. He just held her there, his heart still beating against her back but now serving as something to calm her.
"The only opinions that matter in our duet are yours and mine," he said. His hold loosened, though hesitating like it was physically painful to release her. He let her go nonetheless and held his hands out in front of her, palms facing the sky. "So what about you, Marinette?"
She stared at his hands, then slowly raised her own to hover over them. She breathed up, then slid her fingers across his palms until their calloused fingertips met, neither making any move to pull away.
"I...I want to make it work," she whispered, leaning back against him. "I want to be with you, Luka. I'm at my best when I'm with you. I just..."
She stopped, knowing that he would have an argument for anything she said. If she apologized for the failed dates that she can never fix, he'd argue that it'd be worse to leave things off a sour note, and that not every good song starts out good. If she tried to suggest other people for him to date or imply that it'd be easier with someone else, he'd say that his guitar plays only for her and he wouldn't change that even if he could.
"...I'm sorry," she said, smiling her first genuine smile of the night. "I won't doubt myself anymore."
Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling too. "Do you feel better?"
"Yeah. Do—do you?"
"Yeah," he replied, voice thick with emotion.
Wanting to see his face, she slowly dropped their hands and turned to face him, silently hoping that she didn't look awful from her earlier tears. However, to her surprise, she noticed that Luka's eyes were watery despite his smile, just like her. Realizing something, she raised a hand to her shoulder, where his face had been hovering over ever since he'd hugged her from behind.
It was wet.
"Oh, Luka..."
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He returned the gesture, squeezing her lovingly and giving her back a few rubs that she responded to with a happy hum. They held the position, the warmth of the hug completely negating the slight chill of the night air.
Even when they pulled away, it wasn't far nor for long. Marinette wasn't sure which of them initiated it, but one moment they were staring at each other and the next they were kissing. It had been long overdue and she idly thought that it was better than she would've imagined their kiss at the cinema to be.
She breathed in his scent, her fingers blindly reaching up to slide into his hair. She almost felt like crying again, though this time in relief that everything had actually worked out for once and they were kissing without interruption. Even though Luka was more subtle in showing his emotions, she could tell that he felt the same from the way his hand on her back shook, practically vibrating with happiness.
The kiss eventually broke with a soft click, though she kept her hands on him for the sake of stability. They were both breathing a little hard from the emotional toll of the conversation yet not necessarily in a bad way.
And the love in his eyes - the life that she missed so much - was back. She honestly thought she wouldn’t have seen it again and she was tempted to just keep kissing him in relief, part of her aware that he definitely wouldn’t have minded it.
It took her a few tries to get the words out, hesitant to break up their wordless exchanges of love. She knew what revelation was waiting for Luka back at his houseboat - maybe he'd already guessed it - and she wanted to be there for him, so she asked carefully, "Do you... want me to come back to the Liberty with you?"
Eyes half-lidded, he gave her a soft smile and gently squeezed her hand. "Yeah. Do you want to sleep over?"
She nodded. "Mm, I'd like that."
Holding hands, they began making their way back to the Liberty, the ambiance of the night finally coming through to soothe them. Marinette glanced down at their joined hands, then at the wide smile on Luka's face, the latter clearly caused by the former.
She looked ahead at where they were walking, pretending that she hadn't just been admiring him. "We could always go out for breakfast together. That might work out."
"That sounds amazing." Luka feigned a look of thoughtfulness. "Maybe Shadow Moth doesn't like mornings?"
Marinette squeaked mid-giggle. "You'd think that'd be the case from the name, huh?"
He chuckled, covering his mouth with his free hand, and the conversation remained light from there. Any bad feelings from the day had evaporated, leaving only smiles and hope for the future in its place.
Everything was going to be okay. For once, Marinette could truly believe that.
#type: story#story: oneshot#Flower Arrangement Shipping#episode: Truth#other: ml spoilers#((Bold of you guys to assume that I only had one of these in me.))#Pro LukaMari#Lukanette
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The First Kiss
Harry and Y/N go on their first date...will they finally become something more?
Word count: 4814
A/N: I know how much you all love breakout room and the follow up it's your birthday. I love writing them and it's been a while but do know they are doing well. this is nothing but sweet fluff. I do mention the vaccine and wearing masks which I hope you all are doing. it's important to stay safe and truly wish nothing but the best for you all. I love you xxx
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“Are you feeling good? I sent over a goodie basket.”
Harry giggled, loving how concerned you were. “I’m doing good, baby.” He sees you tuck your head into your sweater smiling, when he notices it’s the one he sent you in a goodie basket after you got your second shot of the vaccine.
It’s spring break, and Harry can finally say he is officially vaccinated after letting the mandated two weeks pass. It’s perfect timing, honestly, as he has been itching to finally see you in person again.
Your university let you know that they would begin to have vaccine dates open to students through an email that you quickly forwarded to Harry. You had to register to get a date for your first vaccine, and slots were filling up fast. You shot Harry multiple texts telling him what day you got and time, but you went without an answer for an hour which is weird, seeing as Harry never liked to leave you waiting more than five minutes.
By the time he got back to you, he had to wait two weeks, unlike you, who would be getting in only three days. You asked why he didn’t answer, and he said he was in class. You frowned because even then, he always answered. He then confessed he lost his phone in his apartment and didn’t have time to search for it.
You laughed about it, but he was disappointed because he wanted to see you. To give you a hug. To hold your hand.
After spending his birthday together, you both decided against meeting in person for safety even though you both wanted to, more than anything. You postponed your date to the future. Instead, you completed the group assignment through zoom meetings that led to facetime calls. After submitting the project and learning that you aced the assignment, well, you both caved in.
Harry gushed on how he always got B’s on the professor’s assignments, and to celebrate, he sent you a dozen cupcakes from the bakery that you never stop raving about located only three blocks from where you live. Then proceeded to call him over to celebrate and who was he to say no. Harry was shocked at how rich and full of flavor they were because he wasn’t aware it was vegan. Yet, it tasted better than anything he ever had. Harry realized why it was your favorite, promising to take you there in person to have your pick of favorites and not only red velvet and carrot cake because they were safe choices.
You couldn’t say you’ve been on a proper date with Harry, but you’d like to count all the zoom calls and facetime calls as dates not that you let Harry know it would only inflate his ego. You’d start a call to ask a question on assignments, and it would lead to sharing stories back and forth of what their favorite book was to where they would visit if they could go that very second. You loved how insightful he was, also liked how he used pastel highlighters to mark his annotations. Harry was a fan of how you always had a pencil in your hair or behind your ear. How you always had a snack on hand because you didn’t want to listen to professors without something to eat or you’d lose focus.
You were glad you’d be able to get together safely but also taking all the needed precautions. Safety is hot, as Harry liked to say all the time when you sent him photos of you wearing your masks.
“Yeah, like the basket?”
Harry grins, but it’s not as bright due to the lacking pixels of your laptop. He holds it up, having placed it in his lap. “I did love the bath bombs.”
You smile back at him, “Going to change your life. Self-care is important, bub. Even in the smallest ways as a bath.”
Harry nods, “I know, baby. The reason I remember to take deep breaths each morning, no longer eager to reach for my phone.”
“Proud of you.”
“And I of you, baby.”
Harry shines his dimples at you when you turn your head away at the sweet name he started calling you a few weeks ago. You adored it, honestly, but it always left you feeling flustered.
“H, please.”
“Baby, I like seeing you flustered.”
“You’re a menace.”
He shrugs, still giggling.
“How are Mitch and Sarah?”
“Wonderful, sickly in love as always. Spend their time at Sarah’s like composing together.”
“That’s sweet.” You lean in, smiling at him, “you know we should all hang out together. I get to meet Mitch properly and see Sarah again, and you’ll get to meet Amy.” You grow excited at the thought.
“Not before I get to see you.”
“H, we got to coordinate a day that works for all of us. No need to get jealous.”
“Not jealous.”
“Sure,” you reply sarcastically.
“Got to learn to share me with Amy. I cook her lunch and dinner; otherwise, she’d be nothing but a walking cadaver.”
“I want you to make me lunch and dinner,” he pouts.
“I can now that you’ve vaxxed.”
“That I am, so you are.”
“Yes,” you’re waiting for him to go on.
“Will you go on a date with me? Think we waited long enough, and if my feelings weren’t obvious enough, I like you and really want to take you out.” he rambles on.
You interrupt him knowing fully well he could go on for days, “I’d love to, Harry.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“Great. Friday then.”
“I’m free.”
“I know, know your schedule by heart.”
“Creep,” you gasp at the news.
“Shush, like you don’t have my classes added to your planner.” Your turn to pout.
“I like knowing your schedule, and they overlap.”
“I do too. Look forward to your messages every day between classes.”
“So Friday? What are you planning?”
“A picnic.”
You jump up in excitement, causing your laptop to fall back on your bed before you dive to save it. Harry yelling dramatically in the background as if you just dropped him.
“H, be quiet. You’re fine.”
“Dropped me, darling.”
“Dork.”
He mutters something in return, but you can’t hear him.
“So I’ll prepare lunch because you’ve told me once or twice that you’re hopeless in the kitchen.” Harry doesn’t even try to fight you because it’s true. “You’ll take care of drinks and desserts.”
“Seems like you’re planning the date,” he teases.
“I like picnics.”
“Well, I like you, so I’ll let you take over.”
Your smile turns soft, reaching your hand out as if you could reach in and caress him. “I like you, too. I can’t wait to give you a hug.”
“Counting down the hours.”
“Alright, you have class in ten, and you always struggle to log in.”
“Making me hang up. Not fair.” Harry frowns, debating skipping class for you.
“Don’t think about it, Styles.”
“Fine. Take care, baby.”
“Bye, H.”
A date.
You have a date with Harry.
Finally, it happened.
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You were nervous.
Why were you nervous? It was just Harry.
Harry, who wanted to date you from your first meeting, who emailed you asking you out, and who has not stopped talking to you since February. Constantly reminding you of his feelings for you. You hope he knew you felt the same, in texts and sending him little gifts even as small as writing him a letter.
You got up early today to prepare lunch. You decided on sandwiches, a non-messy meal, and Harry always said he wanted to try the bakery bread you use and not the basic store-bought. It was a bit pricey but not as much anymore because you had become a regular, meaning the sweet owner began giving you a discount, especially when finding out you're a student. Still, you always remember to leave a good tip. The turkey sandwiches were finished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Looked so good that Amy had one as you were making them. You made three and packed them up in your glass reusable containers.
Staring at the sandwiches, it felt like too little food when Harry had told you many times how much he enjoys eating, so you cleaned up and got to make a second meal. You decided on vegetable rice paper rolls. A favorite and easy meal to make that you enjoyed eating. It was packed with lettuce, avocado, cabbage, bell peppers, cucumbers, noodles, and fresh herbs. This was a meal your dad made you all the time as a child with the special slightly spicy peanut sauce that you could drizzle on top.
Harry was going to enjoy this, so you hoped. He promised to make strawberry lemonade. Assured you that it would not be store-bought, and you believed him. During one of your late conversations, he shared how his sister would make him some when she returned from uni. Reminds him of home, he would say.
After packing everything away in the fridge to keep it cool it was time to get ready. You stood in front of your closet for a good five minutes before you began to swipe through the hangers. You knew you wanted to wear a dress; it was warm weather and would only get hotter as the day went on.
You searched your entire closet, there were three options once you had decided on, but you called Amy in to make the final decison for you. She decided on the one sitting in the middle of your bed, which was exactly what you were thinking.
The dress was a white button-front high slit that fit you nicely. You hadn't used it in quite some time, seeing as when you left your apartment, it would be in leggings, sweats, and the first sweater you could slip on.
You couldn't stop looking in the mirror, loving how it flowed around you when you twirled. For accessories, you slipped on a gold ring that had a little heart on it and another that was a gift shaped like a small snake as it was going to scale down your finger. A simple heart locket gifted to you by your grandparents hung right above your cleavage. You decided to leave your hair natural, liking how it air-dried after the shower you had that morning.
There was no makeup on your face, just your favorite rosebud salve lip balm that left your lips soft. Amy insisted you put some on, but you stood firm in your decision, knowing you'd be wearing a mask and didn't want anything smudging.
You looked down at the time on your phone and knew it was time to head down, Harry said twelve, and you didn't want to make him come up to your apartment only to walk down the three levels again. You grabbed the picnic basket that was sitting in the back of yours and Amy's shared doorway closet and made sure to place everything neatly, leaving room for Harry's drink and stashing a bunch of napkins in for any accidents. Basket prepared, you slipped your sunglasses in your hair, placing your lavender tote bag with tiny embroidered daisies on your shoulder that contained sunscreen, your wallet, extra face masks, and a book Harry had told he had wanted to read.
Before opening your door, you put on the white mask that you embroidered sunflowers on. It was one of your favorites, and glad it complimented your look well. You walked down the stairs slowly, not wanting to drop the basket.
You walk out the front door and find Harry getting out of the yellow mask on his face. As you get closer, you can see it's the one you made him. It has bees on it, and embroidered on the left side is 'my honey.' Harry had turned quite pink when he opened the gift he got in the mail over facetime with her. You happily screenshot his reaction, happy to have it to look back on.
As soon as you reach him, it's as if all the nerves you had disappeared. Calm washes over you as he comes to stand in front of you. You can't see the smile he has, but the crinkles by his eyes prove he's just as happy to see you.
"Hi, Harry," you say, your eyes taking him all in.
Harry doesn't hide, he's checking you out, and you're thankful for the mask at the moment, able to hide how bashful you're feeling. "Hello, baby. You look gorgeous. I'm a lucky man."
"Yeah," you swayed side to side, "gave me a reason to dress up."
"Always beautiful, but I'm so glad to see more than just your shoulders." He laughs, and you join him.
"Look pretty, H. I had not seen this cardigan." You reach out, running a finger down over the pastel yellow cardigan that looks to be well-loved. He paired it with a plain white shirt that fits him loosely with Gucci denim trousers that he told you he found a few years ago when he was thrift shopping in London with his mother.
"No, brought it out just for you. Wanted it to match my favorite mask." Although he couldn't see it, you hoped your eyes were doing their job expressing your joy. "Let's put this basket in the trunk. Got a blanket and a few pillows as well as the lemonade."
"And the dessert?"
He chuckles, "and the dessert."
You place everything in the trunk, taking a step back for Harry to close it. He walks you over to your door, opening it for you, you offer a soft thank you, but before you get in, you turn to look at him.
"What is it, baby?"
You stare down at your ribbon-tied wedges before looking up into his piercing green eyes. "Can I have a hug? I just--I'm really happy to see you."
Harry falters for a second before answering, "of course, come here." He's quick to bring you in for a hug, and it feels like home. It's comfortable, and you can't believe you haven't hugged him since February, a good two months ago, when it has honestly felt like a lifetime. "I would have earlier, but when you came out, you truly shocked me with how amazing you looked."
You just hug him tighter, enjoying feeling his strong arms around you. He looks at you smiling. "That was nice." You nod because it was, and if he'd let you, you'd stay in his arms all day.
"Well, shall we go?"
"We shall."
And with that, you were off to your first date with Harry, which would hopefully lead to more.
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The drive to the park was short; you unloaded everything from the car once you got there. Harry offers to carry the basket, letting you lead to picking the spot. You walked ahead, glad he brought you to a park you recognized; it's one you liked to walk around during finals week when you were drowning in essays and exams. This was a nice break. On the other side of the park is a lake where you can rent pedal boats, but you were sure they hadn't opened up for business just yet, wanting more of the population to be vaccinated.
You led him to a secluded area laughing when he joked if you were leading him to his murder. Once you reached the clearing, one large tree with lots of shade and a few rose bushes surrounded it.
"It's beautiful here." Harry awed in amazement.
"Yeah, I found it my first year when I was trying to destress; I don't think many people know about it because it's not on the maps."
"Lucky us."
Harry grabs one end of the blanket, helping you spread it on the grass. You set your tote bag on one corner as well as setting down the pillows. As you make your way to sit down, Harry gently grabs your elbow, causing you to turn and look at him; he's holding a bouquet of tulips.
You felt your eyes well up with tears, not used to such a kind gesture; it's been a long time since you've been on a date with someone you really care about, "You got me tulips, H."
You reach forward and cradle them in your arms. "Course I did; I think you deserve all the beautiful things life has to offer."
You set the flowers on top of the basket before straightening up and pulling Harry into a hug. Your arms around his neck, his resting tightly around your waist, "including you," you whisper in his ear, causing him to squeeze you a bit tighter. Harry pulls back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Let's eat, baby. Know you made something delicious for us to enjoy."
Harry set the food out, and you are sure to hand him the wet wipes to clean your hand before you could begin wanting to be clean and not wanting to venture out to find a restroom. He eyed the sandwiches first, then the veggie rice paper rolls.
"Couldn't decide?"
"Wasn't sure what you'd like. So I gave you two options."
"Too sweet angel." Harry leans in to kiss her cheek.
"Think we ought to take off the mask now." You giggle, sad you didn't get to feel his lips on your cheek.
"Yeah, so comfortable it doesn't really bother me wearing them. I am hungry."
You place your mask in your bag, and Harry puts his mask in his pocket. He opens up both containers and digs into the veggie rolls first. He hums after the first bite, chewing happily. "Delicious," he mutters between chews.
"Can add this peanut sauce to give it more flavor, just a tad bit spicy." He watches you as you pick up and spoon drizzle a bit on top, taking a bite. Harry follows your steps taking another bite, and his eyes go wide at the added flavor.
"Shocked, I've lived all my life without this food."
You laugh, "well, now you don't have to."
He chews happily at your response.
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Lunch is filled with little conversation, both praising each other for a well-planned meal. The strawberry lemonade complimenting the food perfectly. He brought a raspberry lemon loaf cake for dessert, and you happily admit you ate two pieces. It tasted so heavily, making Harry promise you to buy more in the future for you. He agreed, stating he'd do anything to make you happy.
"It's nice going out with someone, enjoying the sweet fresh air." Harry comments.
You hum in agreement, "I adore my alone time, but with the right company, it can feel just as perfect."
Harry's cheek turns rosy pink quickly, not at all trying to hide from you. You love that he loves to show how much you affect him.
"It feels normal like we've done this hundred of times already.”
You chuckle, nudging his shoulder. "It's cause we have. Just never called any of them dates."
"So you agree, we've been dating since February," he teases.
"Yeah, I think we can say that."
"When was our first zoom call?"
"Hmm...after class a week after your birthday. Think we worked for an hour and talked about nothing for another."
You look over at Harry loving how the sun reflects off his skin; it makes him look like a gift from the Gods. Harry feels your gaze on him, flashing you a big grin, his dimples on display just for you, because of you.
"We will call February eighth our anniversary," he declares.
You laugh, not a silent one but a full-out belly gripping laugh; you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Harry sits there confused, not sure where the joke was.
"You alright, baby?" He asks, just a bit concerned.
"That is what you were thinking so hard about; you couldn't figure out a week from your birthday quickly. Took you a good few minutes." You shake your head, trying to catch your breath, tiny giggles still escaping you.
"Oi, no need to be rude."
"Sorry, honey."
"Never claimed to be smart."
"The pretty ones never are," you tease.
"Alright, that's it. I've had enough."
Before you can stop him, he's on top of you, his fingers tickling you from your sides to your thighs. He knows your body getting all your secret spots that make you squirm away from. You almost succeeded in getting one of his hands over your head, but he surprises you by straddling you. You've stopped laughing, but Harry keeps going.
His curls are falling over his head, his eyes shining bright, a new lightness to them. At that moment, you realize how lucky you are, and before you know it, you reach your free hand up and place it on the back of his neck, bringing him down to your lips catching him by surprise.
Harry stays frozen for a second before sinking into the kiss, responding softly, wanting to explore you as he'd been thinking about this moment for months. You love the feel of his lips against yours; you'd happily give up breathing, never wanting to part. Harry tries to pull away, but you chase his mouth, not ready to stop kissing. He smiles against your lips, humming when he places a hand on your cheek, adding more pressure; you're not sure who lets out a moan letting it out into the universe wishing for more, hoping for forever.
You don't get butterflies or fireworks. Instead, you feel the ease of calmness wash over you like when you arrive home after a long day. That's what kissing Harry is like coming home.
You pull back, laying your head on the pillow Harry was wise to bring; you don't try to contain your smile as Harry stares down at you in a look of awe. You run your thumb over his bottom lip-loving how swollen they look thanks to you. His eyes never leave yours; you gasp as he places a kiss on your thumb before taking it in his mouth, sucking it gently; a moan escapes you, surprised at how hot the teasing is getting you.
"You're filthy, honey."
Harry smirks, "just for you, baby."
"Only our first date, H. We aren't going to move fast."
"A makeout isn't too fast for you," he teases.
"Felt just right." You smile, loving the feeling of his weight on top of you as he has not moved from his position, still straddling you.
"I agree."
"Sorry, I didn't ask if I could kiss you. Consent is sexy."
Harry's smile is soft, his eyes flicker to your lips, then back to your eyes, "You hereby have permission to kiss me whenever you please, my love."
"You know all the right things to say to make me puny for you."
"Good to know. Got to keep a mental list."
"What's on there so far?"
Harry smirks, leaning down his mouth right over your mouth; you remember the taste of lemon you felt when you kissed him, and well, you don't try to stop yourself when you attach your lips against his. There's no sweeter feeling, you've decided.
He pulls back, keeping the kiss short, "Know you can't be close to me without giving me a kiss. Know your heart is racing like it might beat out of your chest, and I know you're dying to ask me to be your boyfriend."
"Guess you are smart," you whisper.
He chuckles, nudging his nose against yours, humming as he places a kiss on the top of your nose.
"You know, I was right."
"Yeah, about what, H?" You reach your hand up to run your hand through his curls, brushing them back, giggling as they fall forward again.
"That your laugh sounds better in person. Know it's cheesy but truly music to my ears."
"You nutter!"
"Oi, picking up my slang, are you?"
"Got to, especially when you called that Evan kid a wanker for dismissing my response." You snicker, remembering the moment a few classes ago when you spoke up to give your opinion only for Evan trying to mansplain how women in politics were growing already especially having a female-run as a candidate a few years back. You would have cussed him out, but Harry did it for you. He packed up all your points with his own references. Safe to say, Evan has not spoken up since then.
"Cause he is one. You're the smartest person in the class, and that tosser should not even be in this class. Clearly, hasn't learned one bit since January."
"Settle down, honey. All in the past." You pat his chest a few times, getting his focus back on you. "Got that book you've wanted to read, want to give it a read now?"
"Course, baby. Happy you had it in your collection." He's gotten back into reading now that he seemed to have more time on his hands, and they had been bouncing recommendations off of each other. You had told him to stay off Book Tok because it was the same ten books being promoted by every page. His sister told him to read The Silent Patient, but he couldn't rationalize spending fifteen dollars, and he couldn't find the free pdf. He asked you and told him Amy bought it for you as a gift for feeding her.
"Let me get it out of my bag; you can lay in my lap easier to listen to."
Harry's eyes go wide; you're going to read him. He did not expect that, but he had to make sure. "Going to read to me, darling?"
"If you don't mind." you tuck your hand into your tote bag again, "brought my kindle in case you didn't want to. Won't be sad if you don't want to."
"No, I want you to. Yeah, more than anything. Got the prettiest voice." Harry pecks your lips, pulling back giddy because that's the first time he's kissed you, and well, he has to do it again. Your lips move in sync, the kisses feeling smoother but just as passionate. You break the kiss, playfully push him away, hands-off, letting you adjust yourself before he sets one of the smaller pillows in your lap and lays his head. Your hand is quick to find a place in his hair, thankful you've mastered the one hand reading and page-flipping due to always having a book in your hand growing up.
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After reading for a bit, Harry lifts his head from your lap, taking the time to admire you. You kept reading, letting him take you in from this new angle. You stopped brushing his hair instead, allowing yourself to get immersed in the book once again. You giggled, thinking back at Harry's reaction to the opening line of chapter one.
You had just flipped to a new page, ready to start chapter seven, when you saw how fidgety Harry had gotten. He clearly had something on his mind, so you wanted to give him his space; you had only read five words when he spoke, interrupting you.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Harry blurts, shifting to sit in front of you.
You don't smile, but you know he can see the gleam in your eyes at his words, "Hmmm...will you give me a cute nickname?"
Harry doesn't know what you're doing but goes along with it. "Already do, so yes."
"Will you let me make you more masks?"
"Yes."
"Will you knit me a sweater?"
"I'll knit you hundreds."
You nod, "then yes, I'll be your girlfriend."
"Yeah, you want me to be your boyfriend," Harry teases.
"Dork," you shove his shoulder, causing him to fall back. He gasps in shock.
You laugh, and it's music to his ears; his dramatic response is swallowed as he takes you in. Harry isn't sure where he'd be without you. He takes in the happiness displayed on your face and knows if you could look in a mirror, he'd look just as happy if not more. You are a light in his life.
These last few months have changed everything about him. Harry hadn't really understood what it meant when people said that your partner should also be your best friend. He thought it was cheesy and something to give false hope to others, but with you, he knew it was true.
Starting off as friends built a strong foundation for you both to grow together, and he is forever thankful you took a chance on him.
Harry called it fate, but you well, you think it was all thanks to the zoom gods who set you up in a random break out room not once but twice.
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Congrats on 200 follows !! Could you do the prompts 1, 39 and 24 in a one shot or blurb please again congrats on 200 followers your writing is so good you deserve it !
A Compliment a Day Keeps the Doctor Okay
Summary: A rude cop cuts Spencer off in the middle of a ramble and you aren’t having any of it.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Word count: 0.5k
A/N: this is my first and so far only request of the 40 prompts i put out! feel free to submit more, i have a lot of free time this weekend!!
“But we have a sample of the perp’s hair. Why can’t we just use that?” an officer asked after you had just finished delivering the profile.
“Well, for one, we don’t know if that hair is from the unsub. And, there’s no database for hair like there is for fingerprints. Researchers believe hair analysis is very unreliable. Did you know that 74 people were-,” Spencer began to say.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” the officer cut in and waved him off dismissively.
“Oh I know you did not just tell my boyfriend to shut up,” you stepped in.
“Y/N, it’s fine,” Spencer spoke softly.
“No, it’s not fine. You asked a dumb question about hair testing which you should already have known being law enforcement. Dr. Reid, here, was nice enough to take the time to explain it to you before you rudely interrupted him. Please continue, Dr. Reid, I was really interested in what you had to say,” you softened your harsh gaze that you were giving the officer as you directed your attention to Spencer.
“From 1989 to 2016, 74 people were wrongfully imprisoned due to hair analysis errors,” Spencer stated.
“Interesting. Seems like a perfectly good reason we can’t convict someone with a hair strand then,” you nodded.
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After Hotch released you for the night, you and Spencer went back to your shared hotel room. You immediately stripped off your pencil skirt, blouse, and bra, slipping on one of Spencer’s old t-shirts before falling face first into the bed.
Spencer joined you a few minutes later, getting under the comforters next to you.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he spoke.
“Defend you against some dim-witted cop? I would be a pretty bad girlfriend if I didn’t,” you replied, turning on to your side so you were both facing each other.
“I’m just saying I’m used to it so you don’t have to make a big fuss,” Spencer spoke softly.
“But, baby, you shouldn’t be used to it in the first place. People use you for your brain when it’s convenient for them but tune you out when you are still talking. You know what I don’t hear enough of? ‘Thank you, Reid’ and ‘that’s so amazing that you know that’. Not odd or weird or strange, but incredible, remarkable, and impressive,” you insisted.
A tear rolled down Spencer’s cheek.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry, Spence,” you wiped it away gently with your thumb.
“I guess I’m just not used to all the praise, that’s all,” Spencer sniffled.
“Well, get used to it because as long as I’m around, someone is always going to be listening to you. Starting tomorrow, I’m giving you at least one compliment a day right when we wake up because people don’t compliment you enough. Sound good?” you asked.
“Only if I get to give you one too,” Spencer smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
“I have a bonus one right now. You are the most huggable person on Earth and it’s not up for debate,” you snuggled into his chest.
“And you, Y/N, are the most kind, compassionate, and caring girlfriend I could ever ask for,” Spencer kissed the top of your head.
#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer x reader#reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid#cm fanfic
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Hello, can I request a Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her. And hopefully happy ending? :)
I followed your request, but I don't know if it was exactly what you expected hahaha I hope you like it anyway.
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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To
Part 2 (Smut Special)
Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.”
Words: 6.432K || Read on AO3
Warnings: Brief smut i think, cursing, mentions of drinking, a bit of angst, teasing, dirty talk, college au.
Marks: @abimess
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You were very angry with your best friend.
Carol Danvers made you drive three hours to her university and her dorm, only to leave you locked out.
You were calling for the ninth or tenth time when the phone went to voicemail again and you resisted the urge to throw the phone away and left a new message.
"Carol, if you haven't had an accident, I'm going to strangle you when you get here." You grumbled against the device. "I'm at your dorm door, where the hell are you?"
You waited for another fifteen minutes before a redheaded girl approached you, clearly wanting to open the door.
"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, you let out a sigh.
"You must be Natasha, Carol told me about you." You say and the girl confirms with a nod. "I'm her friend from NYU, she just stood me up."
The girl laughed lightly as she unlocked the door.
"No, she's just drunk in the building next door." She told you and you frowned. "Steve Rogers is having a party in the boys' dorm, and the last time I saw her, she was dancing on the table."
Natasha came into the room, beckoning you to follow her. She threw the bag she was carrying on the bed, and you threw your backpack on the bed that was supposed to be Carol's.
"I'm going to kill her." You grumble angrily, and Nat laughs.
"Please don't do that, nice roommates are hard to find." She jokes, sitting down on the bed. You laugh, taking one last look at your cell phone.
"Are you going to stick around?" You ask and the girl looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Carol had told me that you were going to sleep with your boyfriend or something, so the bed would be free." You clarify with flushed cheeks.
Nat bites her lips, slightly thoughtful.
"It's that option off." She comments. "We broke up tonight so."
"Damn, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She assures with a smile. "He was kind of a jerk. And I do prefer chicks anyway."
You nod, not really knowing what to say. Nat looks at you with squinted eyes.
"Are you into girls?" She asks suddenly and you feel your cheeks heat up.
"S-sure." You reply. "But I'm not interested in you." You say and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, and you hasten to add. "No, sorry. Damn it is... I didn't mean it like that... I.... You're pretty and all but.... I don't... " You start to ramble on and she crosses her arms, looking at you with an amused smile on her lips. You take a deep breath before responding more firmly. "I meant that I'm already dating someone."
Nat laughs.
"I don't see a ring."
You blush looking at your hands at the same moment, and then looking at her.
"I..."
"I'm just messing with you." She says next, and you sigh with relief. But then she has a mischievous expression next. "But if you want my advice, I would put on a ring. A pretty girl like you sometimes needs a chain."
You swallowed dryly, looking away quickly. And then the door opened, and your best friend stumbled drunkenly inside, and she was not alone.
"Wow, I didn't know there were people here" Complains a very pretty black girl holding your friend by the waist and slightly startled when she notices you. Carol had her back turned and blinked in surprise when she turned around, clearly drunk. You crossed your arms.
"Hey, I know you!" She laughingly commented pointing her finger at you. You rolled your eyes, not being able to stay mad at her like that. It was funny.
"Ah, I have one of those faces you know." You commented with a smile. "Or maybe it's the fucking picture of us on your headboard."
Carol looked at you for a second and then let out a surprised exclamation, throwing her arms around you.
"I can't believe you're here! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed happily hugging you and you rolled your eyes, laughing at her inebriated state. You held out your hand to greet the other girl as Carol stood over you.
"You must be Maria, right?" you asked and she confirmed with a nod, half embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you over coffee, but I guess this will do."
Maria laughs lightly, she too looks drunk.
You sigh impatiently as you take Carol's arms off of you.
"We'll have a talk about commitment when you're sober, my sweet friend." You say to the blonde, who just smiles at you.
"Let's get something to drink while these two make out." Natasha comments getting up and pulling you by the hand.
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You both end up in the dorm cafeteria, and you rub your forehead lightly, feeling tired.
"Is there somewhere for me to sleep, around here?" You ask Nat as you sit down at one of the tables. "I really don't want to drive to a motel."
Nat stands thoughtfully for a few seconds.
"You can sleep in Maria's bed, since she's sleeping with Carol." She suggests and you sigh, taking a sip of the drink you bought from the machine. The coffee was not good, and you grimaced.
"God, that's awful." You comment and Nat laughs.
"Yeah, nobody ever orders that."
"And why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I love to mess with the NYU kids."
You look at her in surprise, but then you laugh and Nat follows you.
"Fair enough." You grumble. The rivalry between the two colleges was not something unfamiliar to you.
"You might as well try Rogers' party." She starts with a suggestive smile. "Find a one-night stand, and get a bed to share."
You frown.
"I already told you I'm taken."
Nat laughs, taking a sip of her soda before speaking again.
"Yeah, and I'm not buying it."
You laugh, running your hands through your hair. Then you pull your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, and look for a picture in your gallery. You sigh when you don't find what you're looking for.
"Okay, I don't have any pictures with her, but that doesn't mean I'm lying..."
Nat laughs, placing the drink on the table and reaching for your cell phone, turning it over to herself. A picture of a redheaded girl on the glass screen.
"She's pretty." Nat comments. "Why don't you have pictures?"
You sigh, deciding if you should share with someone you just met. From what Carol said, Natasha was a nice girl. And honestly, you already liked her.
"We're not an official thing yet." You say shrugging, and putting your cell phone away, then putting your hands in your pockets. "Well, we are a thing. I'm just not sure what."
"Wow, that's trouble." She comments. "This kind of thing usually ends with everyone getting hurt."
"Yeah, I know." You mumble half annoyed. "But that it's temporary. We just need to connect properly, and everything will work out."
Nat looks at you with an insinuating smile.
"Someone is very much in love." She scoffs and you shrug, blushing. "That explains your gay panic earlier when I flirted with you."
You laugh sheepishly.
"Shut up."
//-//
You become friends with Natasha Romanoff after that. And now, almost three months later, you are single. Again.
"You know what, Wanda, do whatever you want." You retort angrily before slamming the door on your way out.
The first place you end up is in the outdoor area of the campus, sitting under one of the trees with your eyes closed.
"You young people are so dramatic." You hear a female voice comment wryly and open your eyes to face Professor Harkness, who teaches Social Psychology, standing in front of you with her hands in the pockets of her cardigan. She was probably one of the most controversial people you knew, impeccable teacher, but with questionable jokes. You liked her however.
"Hi, Mrs. Harkness." You mumbled.
"May I ask why you are striking the pose of the dramatic hero in a romance film? There are literally dry leaves falling all around you." She teases with a smile, you chuckle lightly.
"It's nothing, Mrs. Harkness." You tell her and she makes a slight movement with her head, indicating for you to walk with her. You sigh before standing up.
"I was talking to Principal Okoye at the entrance to the girls' dorm about the new coffee machines they installed in the teachers' lounge, and I, as well as the rest of the dorm, overheard your little disagreement with Miss Maximoff." She told as you walked side by side. You bit the inside of your cheeks, embarrassed. "Of course, my concern is that your grades will be affected by this conflict."
You laugh lightly, staring at the path in front of you. Mrs. Harkness was known for getting involved in the personal dramas of the students, and seemed to get a good kick out of it. You sighed lightly.
"Wanda and I are taking a break." You counters, and Harkness gives a chuckle.
"Young people, and these new forms of relationships." She retorts. "In my day we had one date and we were already getting married!"
"Is that why you divorced Professor Bohner?" You retort and Harkness seems impressed that you strike back, but laughs.
"Don't be a smart-ass, huh?"
You laugh, shaking your head slightly. A moment later, Agatha speaks again.
"Maybe I'm not in my position to comment, but I'm going to bring it up anyway." She begins. "I've noticed that you get especially quiet in my classes when you have some disagreement with Mrs.Maximoff, which is a shame, since I love the debates you bring to my class."
"I'm really starting to believe that all this talk is about the subject matter." You retort with a smile and you stop walking at a crossroads. The teacher smiles at you.
"Next week we're going to have an important test." She says. "Maybe you two should work things out between yourselves so that it doesn't affect your grades."
"Thanks for the warning, Ms.Harkness." You comment with an embarrassed smile.
She nods before walking toward the main building. You head in the opposite direction, thinking about spending some time in the game room.
//-//
You are playing pool when Tony Stark joins you. Resisting the urge to use the stick on his face instead of the ball, you take a deep breath and play.
"What's up, Y/N?" He asks with a cocky little smile and you roll your eyes. From the timing and the annoying way rumors were spreading around the university, he should have heard about your little disagreement with Wanda.
"I'd watch your next words if I were you, Stark." You mumble menacingly. "I'm the one holding a bat."
He laughs, raising his hands in surrender for a moment. A drink that should be whiskey dangling between his fingers.
"I came here as a friend." He retorts and you watch the table, waiting for your partner, Clint Barton, to make his move.
"We're not friends." You say and Stark laughs again, making an expression of fake offense that makes you roll your eyes in impatience. "What do you want?”
"A favor."
"God must be testing me." You say bending down to make your move in the game. Stark smiles realizing that you will listen to what he has to say.
"I'm having a party on Saturday." He begins and you walk around the table. "I wish your friend Pepper was there."
"Do I look like a cupid, Stark?" You retort impatiently. "Even more so for someone like you. I wouldn't do that to Pepper."
Stark laughs awkwardly.
"Hey, come on." He says. "This story again? I already apologized, it's water under the bridge."
You grip the bat tightly, looking at Stark angrily, and he sighs. "Look, I'm not like that anymore, okay?" he continues. "Pepper is a nice girl, and I'm trying to get serious with her, but she blocked me and I can't invite her to a party."
"You're ridiculous." You comment impatiently. "Knowing you, you'll hound me until I say yes. Tell you what, I'll tell Pepper you're having a party, and you don't talk to me for the next year, okay?"
Tony let out an exclamation of celebration and rushed to give you a kiss on the cheek before quickly pulling away before you slapped him. He ran outside, waving and laughing.
"You know, I'm still amazed at how cool you can be." Clint comments as you turn your attention back to the game. You blink in confusion.
"Why do you say that?"
"I would have killed Tony if he had done what he did to Wanda to Laura." He says as you play along. "I think it's pretty mature the way you both went through it, and you forgave him despite everything."
You shake your head.
"He didn't do anything to me, I have nothing to forgive." You retort. "I've known him since he was a kid, and he's always been a jerk." You say. "After what happened, I was very angry. But then time passed, and he's just a colleague now. If he leaves me alone, I have no reason to fight with him."
"Yet here you are arranging a date for him."
You let out a chuckle.
"Oh, yeah." You say. "How long before Tony finds out that Pepper is engaged, I wonder."
Clint blinks and then lets out a laugh.
"I'm impressed."
"Don't be." You say. "The best advantage of that story is that he won't talk to me for a whole year."
Clint laughs and you two play in silence.
When you finish, with him winning by a few points, it is you who pays the bill as you both bet.
On the way out, Laura calls him, and you go back to your dorm.
//-//
You skip the first period on Friday, Art History, because you sleep too much after staying up at dawn re-reading your messages with Wanda.
It's frustrating the way you can't get her out of your head.
Stumbling out of your bed, you are still yawning when you get out of the shower, and then you put on your first set of sweatshirts and leave for your next class.
Professor Harkness is already in the classroom when you enter.
You look at Wanda, already seated in one of the back seats when you sit down, but she quickly looks away from you.
"Dears, today I've brought a very relevant topic for our end-of-semester paper" Agatha begins as everyone sits down, and the bell rings. She has a twinkle in her eyes that makes you frown. "Let's talk a little about relationships today."
You look at the teacher in disbelief, and Harkness actually had the audacity to throw you a little smile before turning on the slides.
Sighing, you laid your head on one of your arms, starting to make some notes, knowing that this was going to be a long and awkward lesson.
"And so we can conclude that setting boundaries turns out to be a crucial part of a healthy relationship." Said Professor Harkness many minutes later. You were drawing a small doll with your pencil on the sheet and were startled when she called your name next. "Honey, I wanted your opinion on this topic."
You blinked in confusion, shaking your head slightly. Looking forward, you noticed that Agatha was pointing to the slide. The topic was "How to avoid fights and emotional fallout in a relationship?"
You mumbled to yourself that it was a great question, and Agatha asked you to speak up.
Blushing a little, you took a deep breath, trying to think of a decent answer.
"I would say that communication is one of the most important steps, Ms. Harkness." You answer then Agatha smiles at you.
"Yes, that is correct." She says. "And talking is the key. Not arguing, or accusing. Or offend. Talk."
You risk looking behind you and blush when you find Wanda already looking at you. You quickly turn your head forward. This is so childish, you think, trying to turn your attention back to class.
//-//
After your last period, you want to sleep. But there is a flood in the ladies' room and the dormitory is in absolute chaos, and it is also very hot, so you are heading outside two minutes after you have arrived in your room.
Your roommate, Darcy Lewis, catches up with you outside, extending a cigarette to you, but you refuse with a nod, though you stand beside her.
"I haven't seen you in a few days, is everything okay?" She asks casually between puffs. You shrug, and she smiles. "Let me guess, Wanda?"
"I'm so predictable, right?" you retort and she laughs.
"No, you're just in love."
You let out a dry laugh, looking at the small crowd of girls waiting for the bathroom flood to be cleaned up by the cleaning crew outside.
"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" Darcy asks with a frown. "Everyone has seen you two exchanging kisses in the same number that you''ve exchanged screams."
You run your hand through your hair, pulling the strands out of front of your eyes.
"We have too much history, that's all." You say. "Wanda doesn't quite know how she wants us to happen, and so we fight."
"Shit, that's sucks." She comments taking a long drag. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.
"Yeah, it is what it is, sister." You retort. "She's got me tied up like a puppy while she decides what she wants to do."
Darcy is thoughtful for a moment, and then she puts out her cigarette.
"Look, you're a nice girl, and we've shared the same room for three years. I like you. " She begins, and you look at her curiously. "I think I can help you."
"Okay?"
"You know, I used to have a fling with a friend in high school, Jane, but she never let things be official between us, you know? Like she put me on hold mode." She tells you and you nod in understanding. "That just hurt me, until I took action."
"What did you do?"
"An ultimatum of course!" She says. "You need to confront her! If not, she will continue to think she can throw you over the edge whenever she wants. And you can't back down, you hear me? Or things could get worse."
You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.
"I'm not very good with conflict." You say and Darcy puts her hand on your shoulder.
"Come on, you can do it." She tries to encourage you with a smile. Seeing your lack of reaction, she adds with a grin. "You can always make her jealous too."
"What?"
"Actually, she's looking over here with a deadly stare so I think you're already on this path." Darcy comments and you look back, only to catch a glimpse of Wanda's angry gaze before she turns and walks away from the dormitory. You let out a sigh.
"Shit." You say turning to Darcy quickly just to say goodbye, before running after the redhead. Darcy says something about "good luck" but you don't turn around.
//-//
You catch up with Wanda in one of the outside gardens, even from your back, you can practically feel her irritation.
"Will you please stop running?" You ask aloud, trying to catch up, and she finally stops, turning around with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.
"What do you want?"
"Wanda, I was just talking to Darcy..."
Wanda lets out a dry laugh, her eyes glittering with irritation.
"I should have known you'd be like everyone else." She grumbles and you sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.
"Don't say that, Wanda." You say with weariness in your voice. "You know that's not true."
Wanda rolls her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and you refuse the urge to wipe them away, deciding that you two needed to talk.
"It doesn't matter." She retorts angrily. "We're done anyway."
"Enough." You interrupt her and she looks at you in surprise. "Enough of this whole taking a break, or breaking up for two or three days only for you to have me come back to your door and apologize for something that wasn't my fault."
"Wow, you really do remember things the way you want to."
You let out a dry laugh, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to run them through your hair nervously.
"Wanda, I'm serious." You warn her. "I'm not doing this anymore. This game where you put me on hold for when you're in the mood. I have feelings, I can't do this any longer."
Wanda gasps with incredulity.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." You retort angrily. "I am not your toy! I love you! I'm not going to be your compensation prize for when you're bored." You shout, and Wanda blinks in surprise. "Either we're for real, or we're nothing."
"I don't..." She starts and then shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. "You know what I went through... we... I told you how hard it is to trust..."
"Wanda, enough." You interrupt her, "That's exactly what I'm saying. You always use the same excuses to make me feel guilty about demanding anything." You count and she shakes her head in denial, but you don't stop. "I know exactly what you've been through, because I listen to you. I'm not like Vision, or Tony, or any of the other assholes you went out with." You say and Wanda lowers her head. "I take care of you, I don't lie, or hide things. I talk, and I listen, and I love you the best way I can. And you push me aside. I can't do that anymore." You say feeling your own eyes fill with water. "So I need an answer now."
"What?"
"Wanda." You call out to her, but she just stares at you with her mouth open, as if she is trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. You feel your tears run down. "Okay. I guess I have my answer then."
Wiping your tears away, you turn around, walking away. Wanda calls out to you, but you're done.
//-//
For three weeks now, your social life has been all about fictional characters.
Your real friends called and texted you, but you left your cell phone on silent and tried not to fail your exams, while you spent all your free time in your room, whining while watching romantic movies where things worked out in the end, unlike what happened to you.
And then Carol Danvers appeared in you bedroom.
"You've got to be kidding me." She grumbled when Darcy opened the door, and she found you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed and staring at nothing.
"Hi, Carol." You greeted her without moving.
"Nat began to worry that you were dead." She commented sitting up in your bed, "But you were just being dramatic."
"Yes, I intend to keep it going like this." You retort pulling the blanket up over your head.
"Wow, I thought your worst was when you guys were fighting, but you really hit misery when you broke up with her." Carol said and you whined at the mention.
"Please talk about something else."
Carol rolled her eyes as she pulled on the blanket.
"We're going out." She announces as you grumble as you feel the blanket being pulled completely off.
Forty minutes later, you have showered, and put on comfortable clothes, as well as accepted the two glasses of water Carol gave you.
"Nat and her new boyfriend are meeting us at the gallery on Avenue Two." Carol tells you as she checks her cell phone. "Maria is going too, and she's bringing a friend."
You grumble in agreement and suddenly stop walking.
"Are you trying to set me up on a date?"
Carol laughs.
"I totally would, but no." She says."Monica is straight, and you're in the emotional cesspool, so I told Maria to bring someone so you wouldn't be the third wheel since we're in couples. Try to smile a little."
You roll your eyes, but don't reject that Carol has entwined her arm in yours as you walk toward the parking lots.
//-//
Meeting Monica turns out to be very nice after all.
You have many interests in common, and she is very intelligent and sarcastic, you enjoy her jokes.
Your outing with your friends brings a little cheer to you, and you find yourself laughing easily.
And then, when you are driving back to NYU, Monica mentions the boy she is talking to and you choke when you hear the name Maximoff.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you're dating Pietro!" Exclaims Carol in surprise as she drives you back. You are in the passenger seat, and Monica and Maria are in the back seat. Nat and Bruce, her boyfriend whom you met on the ride, went back to school on her motorcycle. "What a small world."
"I want to die." You grumble against the window, and Carol slaps you on the shoulder while Monica and Maria have confused expressions.
"Her girlfriend, damn, ex-girlfriend is Pietro's twin sister." Carol clarifies and the girls let out a noise of understanding. "How did you meet him, Mon?"
"I participated in the interclass program we had last semester between NYU and our university." She counted with a smile. "We talked for a few weeks, and he asked me out."
"Wow, what a coincidence." Carol says and you sigh, wishing you were back in bed.
"I had no idea Wanda had a girlfriend, Pietro didn't tell me."
You close your eyes, resting your head on the glass. Carol looked at you quickly, biting her lips, before she decided to speak.
"Yeah, well. Wanda wasn't exactly willing to make it all official..." She starts and you fight the urge to jump out of the car. "It was the reason for the breakup actually."
"Damn, I'm sorry." Monica said looking away from Carol to your reflection in the glass, but you kept your eyes closed.
Seeing the worried expression Monica cast at you, Carol added.
"Don't worry about her, honey. She likes to put on drama." Said the blonde. "She's pretending she's in a sad music video, that’s why we left the radio on."
"I hate you." You mumble to Carol and she lets out a giggle.
"I guess your invitation won't be a good idea then, Mon." Maria remarks next and Carol looks at them curiously through the rearview mirror.
"What invitation, girls?"
Monica exchanges a look with Maria before speaking.
"Pietro is on the NYU soccer team, and he asked me to watch the final game." She says. "It's pretty important, because that's where a lot of future players come out of there with contracts."
"Wow, that sounds really important." Carol comments with a smile.
"Anyway, he said it would be cool if I brought some friends along." She recounts. "He would like to meet my friends, and he would like me to meet his."
"That's awesome!" Carol exclaims happily. "Don't worry, we'll all be there cheering for Pietro."
The sentence makes you open your eyes and frown. But before you can say anything, Carol nods and repeats, "All of us."
//-//
Bad, bloody bad idea.
Fucking terrible idea.
You repeated these thoughts as you walked toward Carol, waiting for you at the entrance to the NYU soccer stadium, completely packed with students even though there were still forty minutes before the game started.
Carol was also wearing a set of jeans, and made a kind note about your outfit, but you just nodded, your thoughts elsewhere.
You met up with Maria, Nat and Bruce at the food booths, and you were glad to see your friends again after so many days.
"Ah, there's Monica coming." Said Maria with a smile waving to the girl through the crowd. The group looked on, and you swallowed dryly as Monica moved, and you noticed Pietro next to her, and then further back his group of friends, and his sister.
"I can't do this." You grumbled to Carol, and she looked at you with concern.
"Breathe." She asked softly as they approached. "You'll be fine, whatever happens just pretend she doesn't exist."
When the group reached you, you all smiled politely. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground when your gaze quickly met Wanda's, and your stomach churned, but you just waved nicely, and greeted everyone.
Soon you were all walking together to the stands. You wished you could stay the whole way with Carol, but she was chatting animatedly with Maria, and you stayed behind, avoiding walking with Wanda.
Pietro, and two of his friends, Bucky and Sam, also went to the locker room with him and the rest of the group went up to the bleacher seats.
You grumbled softly when you had to sit next to Wanda, hoping that your face wasn't too flushed. At least you were in the last chair with quick access to the corridor. To get away in case anything went wrong.
After everyone passed the food around, and you exchanged a few embarrassed glances with the redhead next to you when she passed you some soda, the game began.
It was an understatement to say that you weren't paying attention at all.
//-//
At halftime of the second half, Wanda commented that she wanted more snacks. And she could have simply asked you to excuse her, but she put her hand on your thigh instead, and you sighed in surprise and something else while you melted against your seat, and blushed profusely when she looked at you wide-eyed.
"I..." She started but you just started to get up.
"I'll buy it, I got it." You mumbled clumsily rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Your legs were still shaking a little when you reached the food stalls.
Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you typed a message to Carol that you were on the verge of emotional collapse and needed to leave. And without waiting for her to respond, you left the stadium.
//-//
NYU won the match. And Pietro got a contract to play for a famous team.
You heard about this from Maria the next day, because Carol wasn't talking to you.
She was very upset that you weren't opening up to her anymore, you knew it wasn't just because of the game.
You sent her an apology audio before the Literature class, and promised that you would be a reliable friend again.
During the lunch break, you went back to your dorm, intending to study a little.
"Hey." You greeted Darcy as you entered, she took off her headphones.
"Hey, pal." She retorted getting up and walking over to the bookshelf as you sat on the bed and threw your backpack on top of the sheet. "Your girl left some stuff for you." She warned as she picked up a book. You figured she must be studying for one of the surprise exams Professor Xavier used to pass around the class, and Darcy always remarked to you.
You blinked in surprise, and looked around. There was a small pile of things on your bed that you hadn't noticed before.
Shifting on the mattress, you began to look at the items.
You rolled your eyes at what Wanda decided to return. Some things were yours, like the NYU sweatshirt, and the cassette tapes, but there were also items that you had given her as gifts. Grabbing the bracelet you gave her for her birthday, the scarf you bought her for Christmas, and the book you got autographed by the author just for her, you left the room. Darcy didn't ask.
//-//
Wanda answered the door in confusion. You had a slightly annoyed expression.
"I can't believe you returned my gifts." You said walking into the room without waiting for her to pass. She mumbled an ironic "come in" afterwards.
You threw the items on her bed as she closed the door. You didn't notice that she locked it.
"I know we broke up, but that was cruel!" You said. "I gave those gifts to you, and you gave them back like they were nothing, I didn't..."
"I didn't give them back." She interrupted, twisting her fingers slightly, You frowned confused, "I wanted you to come talk to me."
You blink in surprise, feeling all the anger leave you at once. Shifting your weight between your feet, you cross your arms.
"What do you want, Wanda?"
"You." She confesses breathlessly and you frown in surprise, feeling your face heat up. She lets out a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I want to apologize first." She begins. "I acted like a complete idiot, and I was so afraid of you hurting me that I did it to you first. And I'm sorry."
You looked at the floor afterwards, not knowing exactly what to say as you felt your heart racing. Wanda continued to speak.
"It's just... I swore I wasn't going to get involved with anyone after so many lies and betrayals." She said. "And then I met you. And you were sweet and kind, and so warm. And I didn't know how to handle all this love, because nobody ever treated me like that."
"Wanda..."
"No. I need to say." She interrupts with a tender smile. "You need to know that I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that. I was just scared."
You nod in understanding, swallowing dryly.
"I know." You say. "Damn it, I know. I just... I just wanted you to understand that I will never do what they did to you."
Wanda steps forward, and you don't back down.
"I trust you." She said. "I know you won't. I want to make this work."
You sighed.
"A-are you sure?"
"You are the best thing that has happened to me since I left high school." She confesses with a shy smile. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live this, even if I'm terrified."
You smile, moving closer to Wanda to caress her cheeks.
"No need to be afraid, baby." You say gently. "I'll look after you."
Wanda smiled and hugged you by the shoulders. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
She broke the embrace a moment later, however, bringing your mouths together in a sweet kiss.
God, you missed her lips so much.
Resting your foreheads together, you smiled and then kissed her again, more intensely this time.
Wanda sighed, then your head was spinning, and all the hard-on from spending weeks apart came back at once, and you were pushing her against the first surface you could find, a bookshelf.
She let out a mixed groan of pain and pleasure as she felt her back hit the wood, but she was back to kissing you passionately the next second.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered breathlessly against your lips, scratching the scalp of the back of your neck, you grunted, feeling her warm body.
"Did you miss me?" you retorted, trailing kisses down against her collarbone as your hands moved up the inside of her blouse.
"Yes." She confessed in a husky voice, closing her eyes tightly as you bit a sensitive spot on her neck.
"How much honey?" You asked as you reached for her breasts, squeezing the flesh through her bra and making her moan and throw her head back.
"So much, babe." She whimpered as you began to play with her nipples between your fingers. And then she nibbled on your ear, whispering breathlessly. "I played with myself only thinking of you."
You gasped, feeling a tightness under your belly. You stepped forward against Wanda, taking her in your lap, and she let out a surprised exclamation, but soon you carried her to the bed, lying on top of her only to capture your lips in an intense kiss.
Leaving your thigh between her legs, it wasn't long before Wanda began to squirm beneath you, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual kiss.
As your hand began to play with the buttons of Wanda's jeans, you heard the lock click and let out a mutter of dissatisfaction as you threw yourself to the side, releasing Wanda, who blinked in confusion at the sudden lack of contact and opened her mouth to complain, but shut up when her roommate entered next.
"Wanda, why did you lock the door... Wow hello" Said the girl with a mixed look of surprise and mischief.
You cleared your throat, feeling hot and bothered as you sat up.
"Sorry to crash the party girls, but there wasn't a sock in the door." Continued the girl as she placed her belongings on her own bed.
"All right, Harley." Wanda said in a husky voice, exchanging a quick glance with you.
"Besides, we have a test now Wands." The girl comments with a smile. "I imagine you forgot."
You let out a giggle as Wanda blinks in surprise with a flushed face.
"Damn right." She grumbles getting up, and straightening her crumpled clothes. You sigh, getting up as well.
Wanda exchanges a look with her colleague as she escorts you out.
"Call me when you're done, we can watch a movie." You say as you leave the room. Wanda bites her lips, denying it with her head. Before you can ask, she brings her face close to your ear and whispers:
"I can’t wait to come in your mouth."
"Fuck, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up and the tightness below your stomach ache. But you do nothing, noticing Harley's curious gaze on you from inside the room, not to mention on the people around the hallway.
Wanda walks away with an innocent smile, looking at you fondly.
"I'll come to your dorm when I'm done with the test. " She says and you nod. Wanda places a short kiss on your lips and you chase after her face, feeling her smile on your lips as you kiss her firmer this time.
But it doesn't last long and you break away, smiling one last time before turning away.
You wonder what your best friend's reaction will be when you tell her you two were dating again.
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