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messedupfan · 2 years

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Reaching Out to The Stars Part 1

Summary: Y/n and Wanda meet for the first time and spend the night getting to know each other.

No pronouns used

A/N: It came to me in a few dreams.

Masterlist | All Parts

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“Just a beer, please.” you order after taking a seat at the bar. “Actually, can you add a couple of shots of tequila?” The bartender nods.

“Tough day?” Asks a mysterious girl a few seats down.

“You could say that,” you look at the glass that she was stirring ice in. Judging by the low count of cubes, she had been sitting there for quite some time. “And you?” You nod to the glass. The girl frowns as she glances at the full and watered down beverage.

“Stood up,” she admits with a shrug and a smile that hid her pain well.

“You? I don’t believe that! Look at you!” You gesture to the dress and her well styled hair and the dark makeup that, in your opinion, made her look like a badass. “Whoever stood you up is clearly out of their mind. They have no idea on what they’re missing out on.”

“How do you know I’m not a nightmare dressed like a daydream?” She challenges, you laugh at the reference.

The bartender slides the three glasses to you. “Here, I think you need this.” You get out of your seat and hand the pretty girl the shot glass.

“Oh no, I couldn't, I'm not much of a drinker.”

“It’s just one. Trust me, you’ll forget about that guy who stood you up.” You tilt your head up as a thought enters your mind. “Or girl, whatever you’re into,” you shrug as you extend the drink out. The girl stares at the short glass as she considers her options then takes a deep breath.

“Screw it,” she takes the glass out of your hand and clinks the glasses together before the both of you down the shots. “Oh god, I regret that. I regret that so much.” She fans her pinched face with her hand after the tequila went down. You laugh and hand her the lime.

“Okay, I promise that I won’t make you do that ever again. I’m Y/n, by the way,” you hold your hand out for the pretty girl and when she takes it you notice her captivating eyes. Your heart stops and you know that you won’t be able to get her out of your head after this.

“Wanda,” she smiles and this time it’s genuine.

“Nice to meet you, Wanda.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/n.”

“Tell me, do you always take shots from random strangers?” You tease as you take a sip of your beer. You were still standing by Wanda, waiting to be invited to sit next to her instead of being presumptuous.

Wanda laughs, “That probably wasn’t the smartest decision that I’ve made in the last twenty four hours. But hey, it wasn’t the dumbest.”

You raise an intrigued eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what would you say was the dumbest?”

“Agreeing to a blind date,” she answers without hesitation. “I only get one perfect night a week off of work right now and I wasted it on a jerk that couldn’t even bother to send a text to cancel.”

“Well, hey, the night is still young. If you don’t want to call this a waste, I can make it fun for you. Only if you want my company, of course,” you offer.

Wanda checks the time on her watch and calculates in her head how much longer she has before she has to call it a night in order to get enough rest for class in the morning. “I suppose we can hang out for a few hours. Would hate to have to show up to work with a story that ends with ‘then I went home and adopted a cat online before crying myself to sleep,’” she jokes, which makes you let out a hearty laugh. She flushed with embarrassment and apologized for saying too much. You tell her that it's okay and ask her if you can occupy the seat next to her. “Oh my gosh, yes! Please, sit.”

You happily take the seat and continue the conversation to get to know her better. “Oh? You’re competitive, huh?” She confidently tells you that she is and you notice people clearing from the pool table. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.” You stand with her hand in yours and you pull her over to the table. The pair of you play a friendly round, you let her win. Which she notices and makes you play another round. This time she flirts with you to throw you off and you call her a cheater. So you rack the balls and play another round, this one far more competitive than the first two.

When she wins, fair and square this time, you buy her another drink and a plate of loaded nachos. It gets messy pretty easily and Wanda laughs, grateful that she’s not stressing about having dinner with some stuck-up person that wouldn’t allow her to be herself. She admits that she feels comfortable around you and that makes you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

The two of you continue to move about the bar, playing the games they have available while learning as much as you can about each other. Eventually, the two of you return to the table to rest and focus better on the other.

“So what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an astronaut,” you say with a drunk grin.

“Are you lying to me so that I’ll sleep with you?” She asks with narrowed eyes. You shake your head and try to school your features to make you look serious but you couldn’t stop smiling. “Because if you’re lying to impress me, then I know that you don’t actually want me. You just want to have sex with me.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, with the truth that means you want to see me again and again and again. A lie, however, means that you know in the morning I’ll find out and then never want to see you again,” she clarifies for you. “So, I guess my real question is, do you want to spend the night or the rest of your life with me?”

“Huh,” you scratch your chin in thought. “I never thought of it like that.” You stare at your half-full glass and slide it to the center of the table. “I am not an astronaut… yet. I’m in the air force for the moment.”

Wanda follows your lead and slides the rest of her drink to the middle of the table. “That’s quite a dream,” she says as she leans closer towards you on the wooden surface.

You shrug, “I’m ambitious. What about you? What pays your bills and only offers you one night off a week?”

“Should I answer with my dream first or…?” She teases, making you laugh. “I am currently a nurse at a hospital working my way through med school to become a pediatric surgeon,” she says sweetly.

“Oh that’s great! What’s a pediatric surgeon?” You give her a hazy and confused look and chuckle at Wanda’s shocked expression, “In my defense, I’m pretty drunk and have only been thinking about you ever since you asked me about my day.”

Her cheeks, already pink from the alcohol, redden. “You’re pretty smooth. You know that, right?”

You chuckle with a shake of your head, “I’m just telling you the truth. If I was going to use a line, this conversation would have ended ages ago.”

“Really? You think so?” Wanda challenges.

“Oh yeah, I can’t flirt for shit.”

She looks at you skeptically, “Hit on me then. Prove it.”

You laugh thinking she was joking but she doesn’t show that she is. “Seriously?” You stop laughing. Wanda nods and you feel yourself getting a little nervous. “You’re lucky I’m drunk because that’s when I have the worst game.” You clear your throat and stretch your arms as you prepare yourself. “Hey, my future wife is ugly without the g, l, y,” you wink at her. It takes Wanda a second to get it but once she does she bursts out laughing

“Oh, you weren’t kidding! That was terrible!” She covers her mouth as she continues to laugh and you join in because it was probably one of the worst lines you’ve ever heard yourself. Then she stops suddenly and sits up as if she has remembered something important. “Crap!” She says as she looks at her watch. “I have class in three hours! I’m so sorry to just leave you like this but I really do need the rest.” You tell that it’s no problem and that you’re just happy that she had so much fun that she lost track of time. “Thank you for that, by the way. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this much fun.” She asks you for your phone and you unlock the device before handing it to her. “This is my number. Call me sometime, I’d love to hang out again.”

Out of excitement, you call her phone as she walks out and she answers it cautiously. “Sorry, just making sure you got my number. I’ll see you around Wanda.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/n.”

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Wanda checks her phone for the hundredth time to find it without a single notification. It had been two weeks since the two of you met and you had yet to contact her since. “Oh no,” Carol, her co-worker and long time friend, says as she crosses her arms and leans against the desk of the nurses station. “Don’t tell me that you’re still waiting for that rando to call you!” She admonishes her friend. Wanda sighs and holds back a glare.

“Oh and I’m supposed to move on with that weirdo you tried to set me up with?”

“Hey, Vis is a really nice guy once you get to know him,” Carol shrugs. “Please, just give him a second chance. He might surprise you.”

“What are we discussing today, ladies?” Jean asks as she sets the tablet on a charging port.

“Maximoff is still hung up on her perfect stranger,” Carol answers with a roll of her eyes as she opens a bag of chips to munch on.

Now it’s Jean’s turn to get after Wanda, “Hun, it’s been two weeks and this person hasn't called or even texted! I think it’s about time you let them go. Or grow a pair and ask them out yourself. I don’t know. Just, whatever you do, please stop torturing us with this nonesense.”

Wanda sits up straighter as the idea hits her. “Of course! I should call them! Gosh, I’m so dumb! Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?” She picks up her phone and walks to a more private area before tapping the contact. “It’s ringing,” she pokes her head out of the small office to tell her friends, who are rubbing their eyebrows at her cluelessness. Then the two women hear an approaching ringtone and look around the area.

“Hi, excuse me,” you say as you approach a woman with red hair and brightly decorated scrubs. “I’m looking for Wanda Maximoff. She’s not a patient, she works here. I’m a friend of hers,” you say as you grab your phone to silence it, not bothering to look at the contact. You’ve been dealing with enough work calls these past few weeks and you felt horrible when you realized that you had yet to contact Wanda. It felt too late to call or text so you thought it would be more appropriate to show up to her workplace with a bouquet of flowers and a box of assorted chocolates. You knew she disliked cheesy romantic gestures like this, but until you got to know her better this is what you had to work with.

“Hmm… are you sure that you have the right place?” A woman with short blonde hair and patriotic scrubs asks a little defensively. She was very protective of her friend. Especially after everything that had gone down between Wanda and her ex, Dr. Victor Von Doom. She didn’t know you and she certainly didn’t trust you.

“I believe so, I could be on the wrong floor though. Uh, is there any way you could check? I really need to apologize to her. I messed up,” you say as you anxiously tap your fingers on the counter. “I’m trying to fix it.”

Jean opens her mouth to say something but closes it at Carol’s glare. Unfortunately, for the blonde, Wanda walks out of the small office just as she was going to make up something to get you to leave. “I-Hi! Hey, what are you doing here?” Wanda blinks her eyes a few times, still unsure if she was really seeing you standing there.

“I came to apologize,” you repeat yourself to her. “I had a really great time with you that night and I totally screwed it up. I swear that I meant to call you, but work kept getting in the way. Which shouldn’t be an excuse, but I swear this is the first chance I’ve had to breathe. Can I please make it up to you?” You hold the flowers and chocolate out to her with apologetic eyes. An action she was familiar with but she had to stop herself from putting that on you. It wasn’t fair to compare you with her ex. “I know you hate these kinds of cheesy gestures but you never said what you preferred, so I’m sorry. This is the best I could come up with.”

Wanda blushes as she takes the gifts from your hands, “You remembered?”

“Of course, that night was the highlight of my life. I remember all of it,” you say in a soft tone that makes her heart melt. She turns around and sets the gifts on the counter to look at Carol as if to ask for approval, her friend had a much sharper nose for someone's bullshit than she did. With a roll of her eyes, the woman gives a subtle nod and Wanda directs her attention back to you.

“How do you plan on making it up?”

“A date,” you state simply.

“When?”

“Uhh… When is your next day off?”

“Saturday,” you ask what time her shift ends on Friday. “Around six pm. Why?”

“Well, what would you say to dinner at say… nine on Friday night? I can pick you up and I’ll take you somewhere special.” Wanda contemplates this, unsure if she wants to be going on a date after working a twelve hour shift. “I just don’t want you to waste your rest day on me,” you include after she hadn’t responded in some time.

Her heart warms at your thoughtfulness and she can’t help but agree to the date. She’ll just have to better explain her schedule to you another time.

Overwhelmed with the emotion, you jump with joy in front of everyone but don’t feel embarrassed by it in the slightest. Carol and Jean's eyes widen as they share a look and hold back their laughter. Wanda is touched by your excitement to see her. “I’ll see you in three days,” you say before waving everyone goodbye and leaving.

“I don’t know Wands, I still think you can do better,” Carol says as she chews on one of the chocolates. Jean nods in agreement, commenting that you seem weird as she grabs another sweet for herself. Wanda shakes her head at her friends for stealing from her gift.

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Wanda runs around her apartment, rushing to get ready. They had asked her to stay an extra hour and when she got home she couldn’t help but slump on her sofa and fall asleep from the exhaustion of the day. It was the text about being on your way that had woken her up from her light slumber. She was brushing her teeth while she styled her hair and struggled with getting her foot into her boot. She felt bad for you when she caught a glimpse at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t fair to you that she put in extra effort for a guy that wasn’t worth it and she couldn’t even pull herself together for you.

Meanwhile, you were chugging a coffee that you had to stop for on the way to pick up Wanda. You had pulled an all nighter writing up a progress report and still had to work during the day. You drank many coffees throughout the day because you didn’t want to be off your game at work and you didn’t want to have to cancel with Wanda. When you got home, you stayed far away from the comfortable furniture. The shower you took was ice cold and you had an energy drink to help keep you awake. To pass the time, you put together a picnic basket with the most decent meal you know how to make and a bottle of wine with a name you thought was fancy. The second it was time for you to leave, you grabbed what you needed and hopped in the car. You shot her a text so that she knew you weren’t going to be standing her up.

You opt to leave the basket in the car when you arrive and walk up the steps to the door of her apartment and knock. Wanda is startled by the sound and checks the time. She curses to herself because she wasn’t close to being as ready as she wanted to. She hoped that you wouldn’t mind waiting a little bit longer while she finished as she opened her door. “Hey, gorgeous,” you smile tiredly.

“Hey…” she drags out, watching you carefully. “Come on in.” You thank her as you step into the apartment more but tiredly lean on the wall beside the door. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired, but it’s nothing. How are you doing? You look amazing, by the way.”

Wanda thought for a second about lying to you but judging by the state that you seemed to be in, the only thing that would benefit the both of you is the truth. “I’m exhausted,” she sighs as she lets her body droop. You look at her with those apologetic eyes that make her feel guilty. “I wanted to keep the date but if I’m being honest, I don’t think either of us is going to make it out that door.”

You offer a small smile, too tired to laugh. “I think you might be onto something there doctor.” She blows air out of her nose in a short laugh. “What’s your professional recommendation?”

“Come on, sleepy head,” she takes your hand and leads you over to the sofa. “You shouldn’t drive. I can’t believe you made it here alive.”

“I had to get to you,” you mumble as you drop onto the relaxing piece of furniture. “There was no way I was going to miss this date.” You continue. Wanda smiles thoughtfully as she tells you to lay down. You do as she says and she covers you with a throw blanket she had laying around. “There’s food in my car if you’re hungry.” You hand her your keys which makes her laugh. Wanda sweetly kisses the top of your head as she tells you to sleep.

Out of curiosity, Wanda walks out to your car and finds the picnic basket. Assuming it would contain fast food, she planned to eat her meal before heading to bed. But when she found the home cooked dishes she felt too guilty to eat it alone. Instead, she put the containers in her refrigerator before going to her room to get out of the boots and crash on the bed.

A few hours later, you wake up with a puddle of drool on the palm of your hand and no clue where you are or what day it is. You rush over to the kitchen sink to wash your hands and wipe your face with a paper towel. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and once you do, an awkwardness settles inside of you. Were you supposed to stay here all night? Did she expect you to leave before she got up? You weren’t sure. Fortunately, Wanda is walking out of her bedroom with messy hair, smudged makeup and a big yawn that has her features contorted. “Rise and shine,” you smile at her.

Wanda is startled at the sound of someone else until she realizes it’s only you. She gives you a tired smile, “Y’know, I don’t usually let someone sleep over until we’ve established the status of our relationship.” You just nod, unclear of what to respond with because you were still waking up. “Don’t think you get to skip a bunch of steps, this was special circumstances.”

You laugh a little but not enough to show her that you don’t take her seriously. “You have my word. I will not sleep in your apartment again until you become my girlfriend.” The phrase causes her to blush and to fight a smile. “I am sorry for last night though, I feel like I just keep screwing things up between us.”

Wanda crosses over to you and holds your face in her delicate hands. “No, you haven’t. Trust me, if you were, I would’ve made you sleep in your car.” You try to focus on her words but the only thing your mind is on is the ruined makeup on her face. It was getting tough to hold in your laughter.

“Thank you, for letting me sleep on the couch instead.” You take one of her palms and hold a steady eye contact as you lightly kiss her palm. “Would you dance with me?” You ask softly and Wanda, captivated by your gaze, nods her head with her lower lip caught under her teeth. With the soft glow from the sunrise filtering through the kitchen window, you encircle one arm around her waist and hold her hand with the other. She places her free hand on your shoulder and together the two of you sway around the poorly lit kitchen. At some point, you lean your forehead against hers and close your eyes to savor the moment. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Wanda Maximoff,” you boldly say when you’ve lifted your head away from her, afraid of your morning breath.

Wanda’s hazel green eyes gleam up at you with the sun shining brighter through the window. “It’s only the first date, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she says even though she was thinking the same thing. She is pleasantly surprised when you don’t get hurt by the statement. Instead, you wink at her and tell her that you can be a very patient person. The two of you continue to dance, gazing into each other's eyes, as the sun continues to rise.

PART 2

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #lost in space

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rose-lizzzy · 9 months

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When Shrub woke it was much easier to breathe. She felt much better. Katherine was right, she just needed some rest.

She hobbles into the main room, where Katherine was cooking.

"Morning Shrubby!" Katherine grins, and Shrub waves sleepily.

"Hey Kat." She mumbles, drowsy, and drops into a chair.

Katherine plops a plate in front of her, and Shrub quickly wolfs it down.

"Thanks." Shrub smiles and Katherine nods.

The fairy cleaned up her plate, and watches as the gnome slowly was waking up. She watched as her eyes slowly brightened, her posture got less slumped and drowsy.

"Ready to go clean up?" Katherine asks her, and Shrub nods quickly.

The gnome springs up, skipping to the door. "Let's go!"

In no time the dead corruption was in a bin, and the Overgrown was looking bright and colorful as ever. The fairies thanked Shrub deeply, placing a flower crown on her head in gratitude.

Shrub grins widely, and twirls around, playing with the fairy children.

Katherine watches, her cheeks going red. She gets poked and nudged by the other fairies, knowing smirks on their faces, and she looks away.

"You look cute." Katherine admits to Shrub, who's cheeks go pink.

The gnome turns to her, flushed. "Thanks..! You...always look cute."

The two look away awkwardly.

After an awkward silence, Shrub turns. "I should go back home-" she starts to walk but Katherine stops her.

"Wait! Do you want me to...try to fly you? I know my wings are small but if it's going to hurt you so much, you shouldn't have to walk.."

Shrub looks at her hopefully. "..can you? It'd be so much easier. Although I could just fly myself."

Katherine shakes her head. "Nonono. I insist. Come here." She wraps her arms around the gnomes waist, and they slowly lift into the air, the sound of Katherine's fairy wings flapping heavily.

They didn't get very high, just barely clearing the treetops, but it was enough for them to fly across.

The two didn't make it all the way to the Undergrove, but Katherine's wings gave out close to it.

Katherine realized it first. She wasn't going to make it.

She saw a small pond and went for it. As soon as she reached it, she felt a tear in her back and the two plummeted to the ground.

The fairy released Shrub to not land on top of her, because she could swim to the shore before her.

Katherine felt the cold water surround her, and she ignores the pain in her back as she paddles to the edge.

Only she didn't see Shrub. She wondered if the gnome ended up on another side of the pond, however there was nothing.

She dives back in, searching for the gnome. She just sees a dark figure sinking to the ground and reaches for it, finding a hand.

Katherine yanks her to the surface, where the gnome immediately starts coughing and hacking.

"Please don't die...please don't die." Katherine mumbles, begging to anything, the Spring, Scotts Aeor, everything and anything.

Shrub stops coughing, the water clear from her lungs.

"Oh my gosh are you okay Shrub? Did you land too deep? I'm so sorry, my wings gave out I-"

Shrub interrupts. "No! I..I'm okay." She stands up shakily, stumbling towards the Undergrove.

"Wait! Are you sure you're all good?" Katherine follows after her.

Shrub nods. "Yeah...I'm all good now. This time wasn't as bad."

Katherine almost explodes. "This time?!"

The gnome waves her off, and they arrived in the small mushroom valley. Shrub collapses into her couch after arriving home, dripping wet.

Katherine sits in the chair next to her, still very confused and almost vibrating with concern.

"I almost drowned when I was little." She mumbles through the couch. "Fell into a lake, can't swim. They managed to bring me back."

Katherine whimpers "I'm...so sorry."

The gnome shrugs. "It's why I'm afraid of water."

"I..." Katherine frowns, realizing Shrub was almost dozing off. "Alright...let's get you to bed."

She carries the gnome upstairs, handing her dry clothes.

Katherine turns away while Shrub changes. "Let me know when you're done." She offers.

"Mmm." She hears, assuming it was an agreement.

After a few minutes she frowns. "You done?"

No response.

"Shrub?"

Still silence

"Shrub I'm gonna turn around, okay?"

When there was still no answer, Katherine whipped around in fear, only to find the gnome had changed, her wet clothes dropped on the ground, and had passed out in bed.

"Aww..." Katherine hangs up the clothes to dry, tucks the gnome in, and then realizes she's actually in a lot of pain.

#shrubnoth au #empires smp #shubble #shrub berry #empires shrub #xornoth #nature wives

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jdgo51 · 2 years

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Tell Someone

Today's inspiration comes from:

What If Love Is the Point?

by Carlos PenaVega & Alexa PenaVega

"Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. — Ephesians 6:14-17

But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one. — 2 Thessalonians 3:3

When Carlos and I started dating, I wasn’t bulimic. But I’d still get triggered. It didn’t need to be something huge... More often it would be this tiny little whisper from the enemy: "Feeling bloated right now? Go ahead and throw up…”

Truly, that voice is sinister. I’d wake up in the morning and decide, “I’m not gonna throw up today. I’ll eat something healthy, like a salad, and keep it down.”

But by late afternoon, the lie had invaded my brain, and I would have thrown up. I didn’t understand why I did what I did. The vicious cycle had me in its clutches...

What made it worse was that I was keeping it from Carlos. I knew how damaging secrets could be, and I didn’t want anything to threaten what we had. Our relationship was so good, it felt unreal. So which was worse? The secret or him finding out about the secret?

I decided to stick with the secret. And yet because I was diving into God’s Word and growing in my faith, I became more and more uncomfortable with my own duplicity.

I still can’t completely understand what transpired inside me at that time, but I can tell you what happened.

I’d always begged God to take away my urges, but daily they’d continue to get the best of me.

As I became spiritually stronger, something happened that I’d never experienced before.

But the Lord is faithful and He will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one. One morning as I opened my eyes, I had a deep knowing that my eating disorder was gone. I just knew. If my eating disorder was a person, I knew that he’d moved out of the house. As I walked down the stairs toward the kitchen, I marveled, “Oh my gosh, it’s gone.”

It sounds crazy, right? But I just knew. This chain that had kept me bound for seven years was just gone. It had been chopped off and thrown into the pit of hell.

It felt surreal walking into the kitchen without it.

As I poured myself a tall glass of water and cooked some yummy egg whites, the constant feeling that I usually wasn’t even aware of was gone.

While I’d love to tell you that I was so full of faith that I knew for certain it wouldn’t come back, I wasn’t. I couldn’t risk that hope. And so I waited.

After a healthy lunch on set that day, I waited to be gripped by the daily, unavoidable urge to binge. But it didn’t come. At four o’clock I was still waiting. No urge. I went out with friends from the cast to grab a bite when we finished for the day, expecting that later in the evening I’d be leaning over the toilet.

It never happened.

I wasn’t about to trust that having one successful day meant much at all. The following day I waited, with anticipation, for the wily menace that had plagued me for seven years to return.

It didn’t.

Even though this was the thing for which I’d prayed for years, begging God to deliver me from, I still couldn’t believe that God had done it. And I really believe that the gamechanger was that I’d established a regular rhythm of diving into God’s Word. I’m not saying that I did it. In fact, quite the opposite! In his letter to the church in Ephesus, Paul tells the believers about the armor of God that they can wear: the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, feet fitted with the readiness of the gospel, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit (Ephesians 6:14–17). Notice that last one: the sword of the Spirit. That’s talking about God’s Word. And when I was in my eating disorder, I had no weapon to fight with. I was vulnerable, without any way to defend myself. But being in God’s Word and praying God’s Word was the protection I needed to finally defeat the enemy that had been killing me. It was my sword.

If you’re skeptical that it was God who released me from that prison, I get it. But I am certain that God was my helper because I’d been unable to do it on my own for so long. If it had been a matter of willpower, believe me: I would have freed myself years earlier. And yet in God’s timing, that I don’t pretend to understand, He set me free.

For a few weeks I had this feeling like someone — my eating disorder — was going to jump out from behind a building and yell, “Surprise! I’m still here!”

It never happened.

Although I’d been reticent to share my struggle with Carlos, I couldn’t not share with him my deliverance... He’d had no idea at all that I’d been plagued with this deep shame. He was so supportive, as I knew he would be, and continued to check in to make sure I was okay.

If you or someone you love is battling an eating disorder, the very best thing you can do is to tell someone who loves you about it. Believe me, I know it feels like death. When I was clutched in the grips of my disordered eating, I was terrified about anyone finding out. And that’s exactly how the disorder retains its power. It doesn’t want you to tell anyone! It knows that when you do, its power begins to dissipate. If you’re being bossed around by that sneaky demon today, the best thing you can do is to share your secret with someone who cares. Promise me you will."

~ Alexa PenaVega

Excerpted with permission from What If Love Is the Point? by Carlos & Alexa PenaVega, copyright Carlos & Alexa PenaVega

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Can I request Leona winning Fem!Mc heart out of all of the dorm leaders? like they all propose to her and she chooses him?

A Lion Just For Me - Leona X Reader

This ask made me so giddy, I hope you appreciate this piece!

The day after your birthday, was undeniably the most chaotic day in NRC that they'd ever seen.

It was an all out war.

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Leona as usual, was in bed despite the late afternoon. However, this time, he didn't want to be the lazy lion he usually was. Yesterday… on your birthday… He messed up. He planned the entire proposal during that time, and yet… he didn't. He didn't ask you.

"So… You didn't ask her?" Ruggie repeated, folding the scattered cloths on the floor. Leona groaned again, shuffling in the sheets.

"No… because I was too nervous…"

"Mhm… and you've been repeating that for the past 2 hours…" Ruggie sighed. The ring Leona prepared for you was left on the bedside, as well as a small paper with Leona's proposal script underneath it. He didn't know how he chickened out so fast. The date night was going so well… but perhaps it wasn't.

Maybe you didn't want a thrown-away spoilt prince like him. Maybe you didn't even deserve someone like him. Maybe… Maybe you wouldn't even want to marry him. Maybe… Maybe it was useless…

"Oh? How strange… Quite odd to see a sad Kingscholar…"

Leona for once sat up straight. He sneered at the two figures that were at his door. "Vil… and Rook… What the hell do you want?"

Vil, who was observing his nails meticulously, curtly replied. "YN LN huh? I wanted to confirm for myself if you were still pursuing her. I have to make sure after all because she's my bride too!"

"HAH?!"

Ruggie sighed. "They assumed your date didn't work out so I bet all the hot shots of the school are gonna propose to her."

"Not 'going to'. If I'm not mistaken… Al-Asim and Ashengrotto are on their way…"

~○~

You, as usual, decided to eat outside with Grim. He was having a feast as usual, and you were spoiling him with treats. You weren't your usual enthusiastic self though. There was a particular lion of yours that you missed… You hadn't seen him all day, so you wondered if he was alright.

"YN? Is that you?"

A sudden call broke your thoughts. Grim, who was still munching on his sandwich, was nowhere to be found… You looked up, meeting Trey and Cater's gazes. They both bowed deeply to you, and Trey extended his hand to you. "We're here to escort you to Riddle. He asked for you."

You followed, after quickly packing your things. You're sure that Grim would find you later… And you should go to Savanaclaw after this too for Leona. You went along with it, under the premise that it was an urgent situation.

To your surprise, it was a fairly elegant tea party, with Riddle at the head of the table. "YN! Cater, you should've announced her in!"

Cater said his half-hearted sorries, pulling a chair for you right next to Riddle. "What's the occasion?"

Riddle's face flushed, his hands fumbling through his pockets. "I… I tried to do things perfectly for you of course! Accept it cordially!" He said, a small box in his hand.

"YN, I love you, with all my heart," Riddle said, getting on one knee, extending his arm with a box revealing a red, heart shaped gem on a gold ring band. "Will you stand next to me, as the King to the Queen?"

"Riddle… I-"

The reply was quickly cut off by… Kalim and Jamil on brooms… How could this day get any weirder?! Kalim hopped off his broom, dashing to you as Jamil gently carried a silk pillow with a thin gold chain entangled with orange and green crystals intertwined with the chain.

"HOLD UP!" Kalim held his hands up, shoving Riddle aside from flying into an outrage. "I haven't had my input!"

Kalim was on his knees, the pillow handed over to him. He presented the bracelet to you, "YN, YN, my gorgeous desert lotus… I've waited for this moment. I searched for you throughout the school, but besides that… I want you to be my Zahra, YN. For now and forever."

"W-Wait…" You crossed your arms to prevent any jewelry slipping onto your hands or fingers. "Are you both proposing to me at the same time?"

"Yes," They said in unison.

"I ca-"

…Silver and Sebek just had to snatch you up. You didn't scream, it wasn't as if they were going to harm you. At least they got you out of that awkward situation… Now to deal with Malleus… You had the gist of what was going on, but your heart wasn't prepared.

"Silver! Don't drop Waka-sama's bride!"

Soon, you landed in another part of the school's field and Malleus was there, holding a wreath of what seemed to you as dark branches with speckles of green on the tips. The tips were pointed as the spokes, which made it look like a tiara…

"There you are, my human," He said, his tall figure looming over you. "This crown… If you wear it, you will be my queen of the Valley of Thorns and you will rule over all of Fae kind."

His hand circled your wrist, bringing his lips to kiss the front of your hand. "Please, consider my feelings… YN."

"Move back YN!"

On instinct, you did and before you knew it, the Diasomnia quartet were dumped with… water… Oh dear. Two pairs of arms snatched you away, leaving Malleus and the other three looking like pitiful drowned cats. Cat… Where is Leona?!

"Azul?!"

The Tweels presented you to Azul, who was waiting for you by the balcony. If you listened closely, you could hear Sebek yelling at the senior Octavinelle twins, most likely for drenching Waka-sama.

Azul was not the sharp, calm and collected Dorm Leader you saw on the first day of school. He was blushing, his cheeks pink and his hands shaking as he held a pearl necklace, with an octopus charm in the middle.

"YN, this is very ungentlemanly of me, but I had to get you away from that Fae," He defended himself, as you looked beyond the balcony to see if the Diasomnia Quartet were alright.

"Don't blame Azul," Jade bowed to you.

Floyd bowed as well, tipping his hat to you. "It was our idea~"

"A-Anyway!" He coughed, catching your attention. "This necklace… Angelfish, if you accept my love, please wear it. It's a symbol of our union, and in your terms… you and I would be married. If you truly love me then-"

THWIP!

An arrow got in the way between you and Azul. And… you were carried off by your waist by Rook. "Ah~ Fabulous shot from me, but unfortunately I must play with you another day Roi d'Effort!"

Vil and Epel in the garden, with a very annoyed Epel. Actually… you were very much annoyed too. You kept your composure though, they were your friends too. Vil wasn't wearing his uniform, instead wearing a pure white coat where the ends extended to the ground, mimicking a dress. Well… you'd be lying if you weren't stunned by his beauty.

Vil had a small purple velvet box in his hand, and the moment Rook released you from his arms, Epel took your hand and guided you to the centre of the garden. Vil was already waiting, and when you were by his side, he revealed a lavender coloured gem encircled by a silver band.

"YN, my little sweet potato," He took a deep breath. "I understand that we have differences, but you complete me. I want you to be by my side, to complete each other for I love you, LN YN."

You took Vil's hand, closing the box. "Vil, I know-"

"I have to interrupt this moment."

There was Ortho, pushing aside Rook and Epel. Epel at this point didn't care, but kept his tongue shut as Rook warned you and Vil him.

It was not as quick as Ortho, who had a grip on your waist, and soon, you were flying. The flight was short though, as Ortho landed to where you remembered having your lunch. You didn't know what he was looking for, but Ortho called out the bushes.

"Idia-nii… Please get out of the bushes."

After some time of rustling, Idia pops out of the bushes, his hand gripping to an expensive looking box. He tumbled on his steps, and you rushed to help him up. "Idia! Are you okay?"

He opened the box, with a dark blue gem sitting in the middle of the box. "Y-Yeah… but I… I might feel better if you accept my proposal, so… Marry me?"

Idia this time… was interrupted by the other Dorm Leaders rushing towards you. Riddle and Kalim were still butting heads, and so were Azul and Vil. Malleus was glaring at Azul, and Idia was glaring at the rest of them for interrupting his proposal. It blew up into an argument about who had the right to propose, and who was being selfish.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"

There was only one person you knew who could roar like that, and that was…

"LEONA!"

With tears at the corners of your eyes, you ran and jumped into the arms of your lion. He spun you around, laughing as he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. He set you down, not hesitating to get on his knees.

"YN, my little herbivore YN… I'm sorry I was such a coward yesterday," He said, opening the box with a golden ring inside. "I meant to do this. I'm sorry for doubting myself, and I'm sorry doubting your love. I'd never run from you again, so will you marry-"

He never finished his sentence, as you tackled him to the ground. "Yes! Yes yes yes Leona I'll marry you!" You laughed. Leona, for a time in his life, cried tears of joy, swinging you around as he boasted about his success to everyone.

When your feet met the ground, you turned to the Dorm Leaders. You bowed to them, "Everyone… I appreciate your feelings, but Leona's the one for me," You said. "I… I'm sorry I never noticed any of your feelings, but please support my love as I would yours."

They all nodded, some with a few tears, and some with smiles on their faces.

"YN…" Leona pulled you in, slipping the ring on your finger. "Gosh I love you…"

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verse50 · 3 years

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Heat

It was the first weekend over 80F and we took full advantage of it on our six acres. Friday night we let the kids loose on the rock pile, loading up the trailer for the dump, then packed them off early Saturday for soccer camp. All morning he bush-hogged the treeline while I wrestled the sunken raised beds into shape. This house had been so neglected when we bought it two years ago. Finally we had the time and money to make it nice again.

I was pulling weeds when he tromped out in chaps and ear protection. Chainsaw hanging from his belt. That and the sweaty dirt on his face made me look a bit longer.

“I’m gonna saw up that alder and then get to the stairs,” he half shouted. Bush hogging will do that to you. He grinned and took out his ear plugs. “The beds are coming along, maybe-” I was on my knees and gazed up at him quizzically.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said, at the perfect angle to peer down my shirt.

“Nope!” I agreed, and swung myself back and forth. It looked and felt like two water balloons bumping in a pillowcase. Then stuck out my tongue.

His mouth set. “I gotta get the stairs done today.” Then he was gone into the brush, chainsaw revving. I bent down again to the weeds, trying to drown my frustration with deep breaths.

He was so hard to read. I was a free spirit, a spitfire, and he was a calm, methodical engineer with a heart of gold. There was no better man on the planet, I was convinced, but gosh sex was tough with him! It took him so long to adjust to change. A toe ring. The tiniest gold nose ring. A tattoo on my ankle. Introducing him to my vibrator. I had to pace everything at six month intervals or it was too much.

But once he got used to it...holy fucking shit. He basically dissected that vibrator and and studied the user manual. Found similar ones, tested them on me like I was a guinea pig. Even took me to a toy store in Dallas then fucked the daylights out of me until 3am. And then...it all petered out like a spent firework. I would try to keep the energy going, keep him interested, but I could never tell what worked. He was pretty shy about sex, almost embarrassed. He wasn’t comfortable with dirty talk. We couldn’t really sext because his job required cellphones be lockered except at lunch. We could go months on once a week then he would surprise me with a two day fuckfest, like a volcano erupting. I lived for those times but could never figure out how to make them happen more often. All it did was make me ramp up with excitement, feel more free, then try to cram myself in a box again. He was such a good man, though. I just needed to be more patient, less wild. I ripped up the weeds angrily.

The sun was high when he came in for lunch. I had sandwiches, chips, and his favorite tea ready. There was even more dirt on his face and I sat there awkwardly, trying to equate my silent chip-crunching husband with the dirty woodsman I wanted to pounce on.

“I think I’ll build out the landing a bit from the stairs, maybe put in a new handrail,” he said. I sipped my tea and nodded. “The driveway could use some gravel.”

“The trailer has all the rocks in it still,” I pointed out.

“Mmm. I’ll go to the dump first, then hit Home Depot and Brother’s Fieldstone.” He looked at me as if I had just appeared at the table. “You’re wearing a bra now.”

“Uh-huh.” I cut off a smart-ass retort and became very busy fishing pickles from their jar. “I’m gonna work on the petunia baskets.”

After the peck on my cheek he would be gone for at least two hours. I ripped off my bra, blasted Slayer on my bluetooth speaker, and delved into the hanging baskets. By the time I had repotted everything and cleaned up the cobwebby lounge chairs I was a filthy mess. Shower time.

You couldn’t see our house from the road. I went out on the deck in just a towel, then threw it off and lay naked on a chair, basking like a lizard. Big fluffy clouds blocked the sun momentarily, then shooed away when I spread my legs wide. Everything needed to dry. My hair would need a serious flatiron session. Idly I thought of him coming out of the forest...rushing home...making a beeline for me...a naked woman tanning herself alone...so easy to take advantage...helpless...but there was a shotgun behind the door...

Damn it, I thought. Can’t even have a fantasy and it gets all practical. He’s wearing off on me. I looked at my phone. About 30 minutes of naked freedom left- I should water the baskets again. I picked up the hose and my phone rang.

“Hey baby,” I said, working up the cheerful wife tone. He really was wonderful. I just needed to...not need so much.

“Baby, guess how much the lumber cost for the deck, right now?”

I thought for a minute. It has been awhile since we did a major project. “Um, I think we did the brown house for under $600?”

“Yeah, well, I priced it all out. It’s gonna be over $2000! We can’t swing that now. It’s insane, the prices. Never seen anything like it. And Brother’s is out of pea gravel!” He was worked up. This man stuck to budgets religiously.

“O my God! No, you’re right. We can’t do that now. The deck will be fine for awhile, definitely. It’s sturdy at least.” The sun was so hot on my back. I stared at my shadow, waving the limp hose to and fro.

“So I emptied the trailer and uh, checked everything out. Since we can’t do anything more on that today I, um....” he coughed. I waited, cautiously easing on the water. “I went to that new little toy store in the strip mall.”

Water spurted out onto my shadow. “I see. What kind of toys?”

“The only kind!” His voice rose. The hose engorged and gurgled. “I found one like your pink one, you know that does the swirly thing, too? But this seems to be a softer material, a better grade of silicone, I think this company merged with a big distributor and, uh...”

My mouth twisted. It was just like him to get carried away on technical aspects. “That’s so sweet, baby. What are you wanting to do with that?”

“I want to use it on you.” He was almost whispering, as if there were seven other people in his F-250. “Like Dallas.” It was such a distant memory. I couldn’t work myself all up again, it was too exhausting. But he went to the store, my dear husband...he wants something.

“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” I said sincerely. “Just come home and we can hang out the rest of the day.”

“I don’t want to hang out. I want- I want you to not wear a bra again. I don’t want you to feel, uh, like you have to put it back on? Around me?”

I aimed the water where my shadow’s pussy would be. Cool drops sprayed up onto my flushed skin.

“I’m not wearing a bra right now.”

“What?”

“I’m naked out on the deck. Been tanning after I took a shower.”

Silence. He was gunning the truck, I could hear the roar.

“I hope you’re bringing some wood home for me.” VVVBBBBRBbbbbRRRRrr.

“Baby, if you can just let me plan stuff. It’s easier for me. I’m sorry I’m slow and I disappoint you. I wanted to tear your shirt off there but I’m just never sure...I don’t want to do anything you don’t like, I don’t want to hurt you- really- just let me plan sometimes and maybe try to go along? I promise I’ll do better, you are so sexy-” sfhkhfffffppp. His phone cut out. I stood there, dumb, watching the water drip my shadow off the edge of the deck. He had never talked to me so much at one time. “-if I can plan and know in advance that you like it we can do more, you drive me crazy you know that, right?”

I took a deep breath. My legs were shaking into the damp, hot wood. “How do you want me to be, when you get home?”

Pause. More gunning. “On the deck chair, doggy. Ass in the air. Wait- I need to shower first.”

“No, you don’t. You’re sexy with the dirt on you. I love it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I love my sexy, dirty husband.”

“Ok.” He was firm. The blinker was on, he was at the intersection ten minutes away. “Ass up, doggy. Hands by your side. Face turned away from the stairs. I don’t want you to see me. I have-have- a special delivery.”

I turned off the water. The whole deck was soaked. Not one basket had gotten a drop. “Ass up ready to receive. I’ll be waiting for you, baby.” I was so excited my words came out slowly, bouncing through a lump in my throat. The sun was cold and hot at the same time.

“If you respond well there will be future appointments.” His voice was full of confidence before the phone shut off.

I almost tripped on my way over to the lounge chair. Fortunately my towel was there in case things got really wet.

Thank you to @daily-esprit-descalier for sharing the photo that inspired this story.

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Pure Honey | Prologue

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

Plot: Certain types of love are everywhere, some are more accepted than others- or at least that’s what he thinks.

Warnings: none, fluff.

PH Masterlist

A/N: in this ff, the reader is the lead singer of the Arctic Monkeys.

"So, a couple of days ago a picture on the Internet managed to get quite the buzz. Dare I say it went viral.", Jimmy Kimmel states before he takes a pile of thin wood plates into his hands, while he keeps the pictures on them hidden from the audience. Pedro, who is sitting on the blue leather couch only wrinkles his forehead.

"It did?", he asks innocently and rubs his jawline, which makes a few audience members chuckle in response. "I am talking about this one.", with a quick hand motion, Jimmy turns the first plague around and uncovers a picture of the actor standing next to a beautiful woman in a tight black dress. You can see that a few people behind him are trying to talk to him, some even have their hands on his back. However, Pedro's entire attention appears to be on the woman in front of him, who is busy talking to the bartender.

As soon as the camera zooms further and further into the picture, revealing how the man is biting on his lower lip, the audience explodes into loud and messy cheering and whistling. Jimmy observes how Pedro reaches for his water and when he lets out a breathy chuckle the late-night host giggles.

"Oh, yeah, right. Of course. That picture.", Pedro lets out and sits up straight in his seat, while he feels how his cheeks start to burn up. Judging by the look on Jimmy's face, he must be a dark red color by now. "That's Y/N Y/L/N, right?", he asks, as if he doesn't know it and a few people in the audience whistle once again. Pedro clears his throat:" Yeah. Looks like it."

"Didn't you say, a few years back, that she's your celebrity crush?", Jimmy puts the picture down and crosses his arms. The older man nods, while a smooth grin arises on his lips:" Y-Yeah, that's- haha. That's what I said. You're good."

"I met Y/N a few times- she is the sweetest. What did you two talk about? Judging by the picture-.", He pulls out another plate, which shows Y/N who is in the middle of telling a story. Her hands are up in the air, making all kinds of strange gestures, while Pedro's brown eyes are fixated on her lips. "You seemed to be pretty into it." Pedro chuckles awkwardly:" Well, I am a terrific listener. What can I say."

"Oh my god, Look!" Pedro, who was standing next to Oscar turns around at the sound of his best friend's high-pitched voice. When he saw that his finger was pointing at something he jokingly rolled his eyes:" It's rude to point at-." But his sneaky comment got stuck in his throat at the sight of what- or rather who, Oscar suggested. "Isn't she that singer you mentioned?"

"Y/N.", Pedro whispered, without tearing his gaze off her form. "Go! Come on. Go ahead and talk to her! She's alone. This is a one-in-a-million chance."

"Talk to- Are you crazy?", he turned and glanced at him, his deep voice sounded more scandalized than he intended to. Pedro quickly cleared his throat:" She probably doesn't even know who I am, why should I make a fool out of myself? For free too?"

"You know, I even told Oscar Isaac, who made me aware of her presence in the first place that if I'd go over there and try to talk to her I would assumably make a fool out of myself.", he shakes his head, before pointing at the picture:" And I managed to not only do that but I also turned into a massive creep. Tell me somebody, who does it better than me. Two for one, baby." Everyone in the studio laughs at that.

"She is totally peeking at you.", Sarah Paulson muttered and nudged her best friend into the ribcage:" Go. Go to her."

Pedro sighed:" She probably just looked in this direction- that's why eyes do, you know…", he spoke before he took another sip of his drink. Gosh, how he wished she would actually look at him. "Sarah's right.", Oscar said, while he leaned closer:" Y/N is looking at you like every few seconds. Would you just-?"

He rolled his eyes and hesitantly does what he is told. But as soon as he fully turned around their eyes meet and he swears his heart fully exploded. A woman, who is often named one of the most influential, most beautiful musicians of her time was clearly looking at him. Not only that. No, she was waving at him, while her lips were forming a soft but charming smile. The brown-haired actor quickly turned back around, he feels how his palms begin to sweat.

"Will you go over to her now? I swear to god if you don't.", Sarah said before she shoved an empty wine glass into his trembling hand:" Say you need something to drink, casually talk to her."

Casual. Yeah, fucking right. As if he was able to do that. He huffed. "She's right. Go! Go! Go!", Oscar softly pushed him:" Shoot your shot!" With one hand Pedro straightened out his dark green blazer. He took one last deep breath before he gradually makes his way through the crowd of famous people. He listened to how various voices called out for him, and how hands were brushing his upper arm and shoulders. They were trying their hardest to get him to notice them, but at this moment, his whole attention was fixed on her. The woman that makes words sound surreally beautiful.

After what felt like an eternity he ultimately reaches the bar, where he put the empty glass on the counter. "Hey.", she spoke, her y/e/ced eyes looking right into his. She held up her hand:" I'm Y/N." Holy fuck. How can one's voice sound so divine?

"Pedro.", he answered and shook her hand. "Pedro.", Y/N repeated his name and he could pledge to all the gods above him, at the same time, hoping to find the one credible for this very moment… that she somehow sounded like pure honey. His name abruptly sounded like pure honey.

"You like something to drink, Pedro? It's on me.", she turns to the bartender and Pedro can't help but glance down at her plump lips. Fuck, he could listen to her pronouncing his name for hours.

"I don't know, I walked over to her to talk and- by the way, where did you get that photo from?", Pedro wrinkled his forehead and shifted in his seat, a skittish chuckle leaves his lips:" I can't remember that any photographers were present."

"Yeah, well, you two were in the background of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West.", Jimmy clarifies and switches the pictures:" The close-up of you guys ended up having more likes than the original picture." Pedro lets out a laugh:" Really? W-Wow-." He can't help himself, whatever he says ends up sounding giggly and he can feel how the blush on his cheeks isn't going away at all. Not even a little bit.

"Can we- Can we expect to see you two together again?", Jimmy questions and the actor shrugs while he desperately attempts not to smile. Nevertheless, the host just points out his expression and laughs:" Oh my god!"

Later that day Pedro walks down the hallways of his hotel, and every few seconds he turns around. As if he understands that he shouldn't do this. He shouldn't be there. He hesitates and swallows thickly before he unlocks the door to his room. The instant he shuts it behind him he can already sense two hands around his torso. "Missed me?"

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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sugar sugar - june.

Summary: Henry takes Becky with him on a non business trip.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Mentions of an accident. Also: smut - sex, fingering, squirting ✨daddy✨

Wordcount: 6.4k

A/N: The chapter is a bit choppy, I’m sorry 💕

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Previous chapter // Next chapter

June 6th 10 p.m.

Yeah, the conversation never happened. I totally chickened out and wasn’t able to bring it up the next morning, just like I couldn’t the day after that, the day after that and the day after that, till now actually. I’m so weak. I have no backbone at all.

I still have a hard time believing that I actually went into his room that night at eleven p.m. to confess my feelings for him. Where did that confidence came from and where can I get that again?

‘I’ve done it,’ I say to my friends. We’re hanging out at my apartment, all with a bottle of beer in our hands. ‘I’ve actually done it.’

‘You finally told him?’ Viola asks.

‘About damn time, woman,’ Genevieve says.

I scoff. ‘No, I didn’t do that. I didn’t tell him. I wanted to, but I lost all of my confidence that night and have yet to find it again.’

‘Well, it’s the thought that counts,’ Viola says. ‘I’m proud of you, honey. You’re growing.’

‘Too slow for my liking, but okay,’ Genevieve adds, while cocking an eyebrow. ‘But what have you done then?’

I take a deep breath. ‘I used the dildo you and I bought.’

Viola gasps, while Genevieve nearly chokes on her beer. ‘I thought you were going to send it back,’ Viola screams.

‘Yeah, well, that was the original plan, but I didn’t,’ I say, taking another sip of my beer, before gulping down the entire bottle. ‘I only did it once,’ I add. ‘Okay, no, twi— Who am I kidding? I used it four times, but that’s solely because I’m getting desperate for him. He does these things for me but doesn’t let me do anything in return.’

‘Oh, the problems you have now,’ Genevieve chuckles. ‘Well, tell us. Did it the trick?’

‘It did,’ I whisper. ‘I know it was nowhere near the real deal, but… It was good. It’s just so unfair. He does what he does and I… I undergo it. I mean, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but it’s so fucking frustrating.’

Viola nods in approval. ‘I’m at a loss for words, Becky.’

‘I’m not,’ Genevieve says. ‘Here’s the game plan. You are going to use that dildo and vibrator, record yourself and send it to Henry. He’ll be yours in a second.’

‘I’m not doing that. I’m a sugar baby, not a cam girl.’ I cannot believe that this sentence actually left my lips.

‘I bet you’d be good at it,’ Genevieve says. ‘You have the face for it.’

I look at Viola for some support, but she simply shrugs. ‘Still speechless, sorry. Can’t help you out.’

June 8th 9 a.m.

‘Henry,’ I say when I walk in his penthouse. I am really in the mood for some coffee and hopefully Henry wants to order some Starbucks for me. I kinda want to do it myself, however I’m too scared to call for my order myself. I always mess it up.

Henry walks out of the kitchen, while he takes a sip of water. ‘Yes baby?’ he says with a smile.

Uh, excuse me, why is this man wearing a blue tank top and why didn’t he inform me before I barged into his place unannounced? ‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m about to go to my gym,’ he answers. ‘Want to join?’

I just wanted to have something to drink, that’s all. ‘Sure,’ I say. ‘Wait, to watch join or to join join?’

Henry chuckles. ‘Join join.’

‘The only exercise I do, is walking. So that’s gonna be a no for me.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Come on, I’ll help you out. This’ll be fun. You already look pretty decent for working out.’

I look down at my light blue soft short and my matching cropped tank top. ‘I do?’

‘Of course, baby.’ The two of us walk through his penthouse and we arrive at his home gym. Gosh, he has everything here. Henry and I warm up a bit first with some stretches and some walking on the treadmill, before we grab some weights. I am amazed that he has some 2 kg weights here (who even uses that, besides me?) and he stands behind me while helping me out. ‘You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.’

Yeah, I’m weak and didn’t drop the weights. I mean, I’m even proud at me for that one.

When I finally sort of know what the hell I’m doing, he stands next to me and I copy what he does, only does he looks more admirable with his weights.

Gosh, he is so damn hot working out.

‘You need engage your core,’ he says, placing his weights on the floor, before standing behind me and a hand pressed on my stomach.

‘How?’

‘Did you seriously ask me how to engage your core?’

I look over my shoulder. ‘Yeah, I did. What’s the problem?’

‘Nothing,’ he chuckles. ‘Let me help you. Tighten these muscles.’ His finger drags along my stomach, where usually muscles are. I try to tighten them and miraculously succeed, while doing my arm exercises. ‘Good girl,’ he says.

I shouldn’t be horny.

I totally am though.

After a terrible work out that seemed to never end, I’m on my back on the floor, while breathing heavily. ‘Henry, I can’t move anymore.’

‘I can see that.’ He sits on the floor and positions himself on his back as well next to me. ‘That was only the warm up.’

‘Shut up.’ I let out a tired laugh and Henry holds my hand in his. ‘I’ll leave you to it then. You must want to actually work out.’

‘No, I’m good.’ Like I weigh nothing, he pulls me on top of him. I place my hands on his broad chest. ‘For a first timer, you did great.’

‘I was horrible, Henry.’

‘Don’t say stuff like that,’ he says in a soft tone, placing his hands on my back. ‘You’re amazing.’

‘I’m not,’ I whisper. ‘But thanks for your sweet words.’ I push myself up, holding out my hand, to sort of pull him up. ‘I’m going to take a shower.’

‘Of course. You can shower here if you want. There are four shower heads.’

‘I’m showering here.’

June 9th 10 a.m.

I don’t think I have ever been in this much pain. The next morning I can barely move my body, without groaning in pain. That workout absolutely killed me. I somehow manage to get to Henry’s penthouse and I go directly to his home office. When I stand in the doorway, Henry looks up from his work. ‘What’s, wrong, baby?’ he asks.

‘Daddy, I’m sore,’ I mutter. Gosh, this daddy nickname leaves my lips way too easily. Is this becoming a problem? Should I stop it or continue?

‘Are you now?’ he asks with a satisfied grin (giving me confirmation that he wants me to call him daddy when I’m with him), as he leans back in his office chair, ushering me over.

I walk over to him and straddle his thighs. ‘Yeah, I am. And it’s your fault.’

He places his hands on my hips and I bury my face in the crook of his neck. ‘Means you did well.’

‘I don’t feel so well,’ I mumble. ‘You know, you should get me a sauna. So I can loosen my muscles and relax them.’

‘You want one?’

I sit up straight again so I can look at him. ‘Daddy, I’m only kidding.’ I have a severe problem. I need to stop naming him daddy for fucks sake.

Telling from his grin, he is not minding it at all. ‘I can get you one.’

‘Shut up,’ I laugh. ‘You are not getting me a sauna. It was a joke.’

He is genuinely fighting the urge not to buy me anything and it’s endearing to see he so desperately wants to buy me something. Also, he is my sugar daddy, of course he likes to buy me stuff. ‘Okay, how about this then,’ he says, ‘you and I go on a trip, just the two of us. Not work related, just you and me, enjoying the sun.’

I smile. ‘That sounds lovely. When do you want to leave?’

‘Tonight?’

My eyes widen. ‘You can arrange that?’

‘Of course, baby. Just give me a few hours, while you go packing.’

June 11th 4 p.m.

Henry arranged a fucking private island for us. Let me repeat that: a private island! We have to use a boat to get here and I would lie if I said I wasn’t absolutely in love with the place. I walk around our place in just my bikini top and a pair of flimsy shorts, while Henry totally disregarded his shirt and just walks around in shorts.

It should totally be against the law.

‘I still cannot believe you arranged this private island for us,’ I say to him, as he joins me in the backyard, as we look over the ocean. ‘Just us and no one else.’ He hands me a glass of wine and I add: ‘It’s amazing to know that these places exist. Also a great opportunity for you to kill me.’

‘I would never do that,’ he says, sitting next to me, holding out his hand. ‘You’re too precious. Is there anything you want to do tomorrow?

‘I kinda want to go to town, to see if I can buy Gen and Viola something. It’s the least I can do, especially because I am here and they have boring obligations.’

Henry chuckles. ‘Then you and I go do that, baby.’

I tear my gaze away from the blue ocean, so I can look at him. He is so handsome with his sun kissed tan and no shirt on. I place my wineglass on the table and straddle his lap. ‘Henry, I have a question.’

‘Okay, baby, go ahead.’

It’s now or never, Becky. ‘Okay, so the things we did on your birthday and the week after that… We never mentioned it afterwards. I wanted to, but I was afraid your answer would hurt my feelings, but why didn’t you say something something?’

He bites his bottom lip. ‘Because I was mistaken again. We weren’t supposed to do that, baby.’

‘But I liked it,’ I confess. ‘Both Barbados, your birthday and the week after your birthday. It was pretty obvious that I liked it, right? I mean, you must’ve enjoyed that as well.’

‘I did,’ he whispers, ‘and I know you liked it. It's just that I’m scared.’

‘Why?’

‘Because all of this, Becky, is unfamiliar to me. The way I feel about you, I have never felt that about anyone.’ He places his hand on my cheek and adds: ‘I feel this anger and pure hate when I see other guys looking at you, thinking they stand a chance. They do of course, because you and I aren’t together.’ He groans and clenches his jaw. ‘I’m just a bit afraid, I guess.’

I nod. ‘Can you tell me why?’

‘Because I’m scared of my own feelings, of hurting you, robbing you from certain things, because I’m older than you. Sometimes I wished I wasn’t falling for you, because that would mean I’d continue to live my life like I was used too, but then I realize… I don’t think I can imagine a life without you.’

I smile. He can’t? ‘No?’

He shakes his head. ‘I’m dreading the day you stop being around and I fear that if we are engaged in more than what we agreed on, you get sick of me even quicker.’

That kinda explains it all. ‘But I want to be more than being your sugar baby. I want to develop something deeper with you. I promise you, I won’t get sick of you.’

Henry takes a deep breath. ‘You sure you want that?’

‘Of course I want that,’ I say. ‘Henry, I totally am falling for you. I’m ready for us to move passed what we used to have and grow closer. You turned my life up side down and I can’t imagine being without you, daddy. Also, I’m calling you daddy outside of the bedroom. If that isn’t telling.’

He chuckles. ‘Oh baby, I can’t believe this is happening.’

‘It’s all true.’ I smile at him and add: ‘But the reason that you never kissed me, had that something to do with you being afraid?’

Henry nods. ‘Because if I did, there was no turning back for me.’

That’s so sweet. ‘How about you kiss me now?’

I don’t have to suggest that idea twice, because his lips meet mine, barely allowing me to finish my sentence. He is soft, yet dominant with the way he opens his mouth, our tongues dancing around each other.

How long have I been craving this? The feeling of these soft lips on mine? One of his hands is securely placed on the back of my head, while the other slides down from my waist to my short. He pushes up the loose material, to cup my ass in his large hand.

‘Daddy,’ I whimper against his lips.

He chuckles. ‘Tell me what it is, baby,’ he says when our eyes meet.

‘I need you.’ I let my fingers drag over his chest and whisper: ‘Now.’

‘We need to warm you up first.’ Henry lifts me on the table. Thankfully the parasol prevented the table from heating up too badly. ‘Is the table too hot?’ he still asks nonetheless.

He is always so thoughtful. ‘No, it’s not.’

He peels off my bikini top and pulls down my short and thong. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he says. ‘I sure am a lucky guy.’ He leans down, to gently kiss my lips.

I place my hands behind me, leaning back a little, while Henry pulls the chair to the table and positions my legs over his shoulders. He kisses my inner thigh, sucking on the delicate skin.

‘You’re already so wet, baby,’ he notes. ‘All for me?’

‘Mhm.’

He lets his tongue slide through my folds, before he wraps his lips around my sensitive clit, sucking softly. I let out a soft whimper, causing him to look up. ‘You should let me know how you feel, baby,’ he says. ‘No one can hear us.’

A moan escapes my lips. ‘Daddy, please, don’t tease me.’

He chuckles. ‘But teasing is fun, sweetheart.’

Henry masterfully sucks on my clit, gently pushing one finger in. I beg for more and he slowly adds another one in. He speeds up, his fingers caressing the right spot inside of me. My moans filling the empty space around us. ‘Such a good girl,’ he mumbles, ‘letting daddy know how you feel.’

I clench around his fingers, while my toes start to curl. ‘I’m close, daddy,’ I whimper out.

The familiar, yet overwhelming feeling of my nearing orgasm, is accompanied by something else. Something I have never felt before. I feel myself gushing passed his fingers, almost like a water balloon snaps open.

I’m a shaking and trembling mess on the table as I ride out my high. He pulls out his fingers and stands up. ‘Baby girl,’ he chuckles, placing his hands on my thighs, ‘you made such a mess on me.’

I see the droplets on his chest and his boxers and I can’t stop the blush. ‘Sorry.’

‘No, no, no, no apologizing. You did so good for me.’ He kisses my lips and I wrap my arm around his neck, while the other slides in between us. I palm him through his boxers and I slip my hand passed his waistband.

‘I need you,’ I whisper, pulling down the fabric.

‘I know you do, baby girl,’ he says. He lets out a stiffened groan when I pump his length a few times, spreading the drops of pre cum over his tip. I bring him near my entrance and with one last check, he slowly pushes himself inside of me.

My eyes roll back as he stretches me out. I knew he was big, but this is next level. Fuck, it burns, meaning it hurts.

‘Talk to me, baby, I need to know how you feel.’

‘Stop, stop, stop,’ I whimper, when he’s halfway in. ‘You’re too big.’

He chuckles. ‘What a way to flatter me,’ he says, pressing a kiss on my forehead. His thumb rubs over my sensitive clit, causing me to involuntarily jolt of sensation, as I adjust around him. My walls don’t painfully clench around him anymore and I whisper he can continue. He slowly pushes himself in even further. I have to catch my breath, but I wrap my legs around him. ‘Are you okay?’ he asks me.

‘I am,’ I confirm.

He places his hands on my hips, slowly trusting, sensual and carefully calculated. His eyes are locked into mine, deciphering whether or not he is hurting me. But when he pushes back, a little harder than before, he hits the right spot, causing me to arch my beck and let out a loud moan of pleasure. ‘Look at me,’ he demands the second I close my eyes. ‘Daddy wants to see you.’

No one has ever made me feel like this. It was always quick and fast and certainly not about me. Henry touches me, he worships me and it’s all about me.

And he refers to himself as daddy, and that alone makes me nearly fall apart right there and then.

‘I’m close again,’ I whisper against his lips, while I flutter around him.

‘I can feel you are,’ he says.

‘C- Can I cum?’

Henry smiles. ‘My lovely girl,’ he says. ‘Of course you can.’

The pit in my stomach grows and I throw my head back. The orgasm washes over me and I moan out from pleasure. Instead of slowing down, he grows rougher. ‘Daddy, it’s sensitive,’ I cry out.

‘I’m almost there, sweetheart, can you bear with me?’

I simply nod, as I feel my mind growing cloudy. He speeds up his thrusts, as I allow him to use me in this manner. His groans become louder and it makes me clench around him. His curls fall in front of his eyes and I push them back, so I can look into his beautiful eyes.

His hips stutter against mine, painting me on the inside. He’s buried deep inside me and I feel him twitch. He places his face in my neck, panting as he kisses me on the delicate skin. My thoughts are blurry, but I hear him ask: ‘Are you okay, baby?’

‘Yes,’ I whisper.

‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No,’ I whisper, as I feel him soften inside of me. I give him a soft kiss on his lips. ‘It was perfect.’

He smiles. ‘You are so beautiful, so perfect and better yet, you are mine.’

‘Hmm, yours. That sounds good.’

He pulls out and his warm seed drip down my thighs. I push my legs together and Henry chuckles. ‘How about we take a shower first, baby?’

✤ ✤ ✤

Becky: Just here to inform you that Henry and I had sex

Viola: SHUT THE FUCK UP

Genevieve: ABOUT DAMN TIME WOMAN.

Genevieve: I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU TWO WOULD FINALLY DO THAT.

Becky: And I’m sometimes calling him daddy outside of the bedroom since a few weeks now, but we’ll just forget that.

Genevieve: OH GIRL, I’M NOT FORGETTING THAT

✤ ✤ ✤

It’s too hot to wear pajamas, so when Henry and I are going to sleep, we’re both naked, but that doesn’t stop us from being stick with sweat already. He still pulls me on top of him and kisses me whenever and wherever he can and softly caresses my skin.

After our shower, we got dressed again and made dinner. Henry lifted me on the counter and told me to watch while he cooked. I can’t help but fall more for him every second that goes by.

‘Daddy,’ I whisper.

‘Yes baby.’

‘You’re amazing.’

He smiles. ‘No, you are.’ He gives me a kiss. ‘I’m so happy that we finally put everything behind us and we can move forward from this.’

I nod. ‘Yeah, me too.’

June 12th 9 a.m.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m all alone. I rub my eyes, while I smile remembering what happened yesterday. It’s all over now. The doubts, the uncertainty. We’re officially more than sugar baby and daddy.

I quickly put on a shirt and some underwear and walk out of the bedroom. When I walk into the kitchen, I actually see Henry is already prepping breakfast.

‘Good morning, baby,’ Henry says with a bright smile.

‘Good morning,’ I chuckle. ‘You made breakfast?’

He simply nods and ushers me over as he sits down. I take a seat on his lap and press a long kiss on his lips.

I can get totally used to this.

‘Do you promise you are not going to shut me out again?’ I ask him. ‘Pretty please?’

He shakes his head. ‘Of course not, baby,’ he says. He cradles my face, running his thumb over my lips. ‘I am sorry I did that. I… I want this with you. You’re the one I want. Forever.’

I smile. I’m the one that he wants forever. I really need to text this to Genevieve and Viola. ‘Just know that I can’t handle being shut out again.’

He nods. ‘I know that and I won’t ever do that again. Never ever.’

‘Promise?’

‘I promise, darling.’ He pulls me in for a kiss and I melt against him.

I love you, Henry. I love you so so much. ‘Are you gonna tell me when you feel unsure about us?’ I ask him.

‘As long as you do that as well. If I do something that makes you insecure or uncomfortable or whatever, you tell me, Becky, okay?’

He used my name, he must really mean it. ‘You have my word.’

‘Now eat up, we’re going to town,’ he says.

✤ ✤ ✤

We are buying so much stuff, to a point where Henry has his hands full with bags with stuff I want. Sure he likes it that I am saying yes to this many things, but the thing he is not keen on, is not being able to hold my hand.

We’re standing outside as I’m looking at some shells, because I think they would look cute in my apartment. However, Henry continues to step closer and closer to me. I turn around and ask: ‘Henry, why are you so close? Not that I mind, but this is unlike you.’

Henry shrugs. ‘Just some guys staring at you.’ I want to look over my shoulder, but he shakes his head. ‘No, no, baby, don’t look at them, look at me. It doesn’t matter anyways.’ He doesn’t have his hands free to hold me, but then he says: ‘Kiss me, baby.’

My pleasure. I stand on my toes to meet his lips and give him a kiss. ‘I like this slightly jealous and possessive version of you.’

He cocks an eyebrow. ‘You do now?’

‘Mhm, makes me realize you actually really care about me.’ I place my hands on his chest. ‘We can go if you want. Get a cab back to our marina.’

Henry chuckles. ‘Very tempting.’

I fist his shirt, pull him closer to me and whisper: ‘Please, daddy? Let’s just go home.’

‘Come on, let’s hail a cab.’

✤ ✤ ✤

I have been playing a risky game the second we stepped in the cab. Accidentally brushing my hand passed his groin, gently squeezing to tease him a bit. Kept whispering ‘Daddy’ in his ears after I said something to him.

I feel like he would’ve taken me during our boat ride, but there are simply too many people who sail as well, therefore too many eyewitnesses. But yet again, I still don’t stop teasing him. Kissing him in his neck, leaning forward so he sees my underwear and sitting on his lap, while he steers the boat to our own little marina.

The second we arrive at the island and we step off, he marches towards our place, bags in his hands. ‘That,’ he says, ‘was a very dangerous game you were playing, baby.’

I giggle. Mission accomplished, then. ‘You liked it though,’ I say, speeding up, so I can keep up with him.

‘Debatable.’

When we’re far enough from the dock, he abruptly stops and places the bags on the ground. ‘What’s wrong?’ I ask him.

‘Take off your underwear,’ he says.

We’re doing that again… I push my underwear down and I hold it up. ‘Here you go.’

He takes it out of my hands and puts it in his back pocket. If he keeps doing that, I’ll run out of underwear. He unbuttons the front of my dress, revealing the rest of my body. ‘You’re not wearing a bra?’

‘No, daddy, because it’s hot and the thing gets sweaty and itchy,’ I whine.

Henry bites his bottom lips, before he roughly turns me around and tells me to hold the wooden fence. He spreads my cheeks apart and lets out a dark chuckle. ‘Already so wet. Did that little game turn you on?’

‘Mhm.’

I hear his zipper and then he teases his tip near my entrance, before he pushing it in without preparation. I let out a loud and high pitched moan. He bottoms out and I turn into a moaning mess.

My eyes roll back in my head. while Henry kneads the flesh of my bottom, saying: ‘You take me so well, baby.’ He pulls his hips back, only to ram back inside of my, brushing the right spot. His thick length stretches me out, his tip brushes against my cervix.

I can barely stand anymore.

He is rougher than yesterday, but I feel like this fits him perfectly. Sure, he is a lovely and dominant kinda lover, but this is CEO Henry Cavill. In charge, wherever, whenever and whoever he is with.

‘Faster,’ I mumble, but it’s loud enough for him to hear it.

‘You want me to go faster, baby?’ he asks me.

‘Mhm.’

One of his hands sneaks to the front, where his fingers brush over my sensitive clit. My legs turn wobbly, while I sob out from pleasure. Before I know it, I’m forced over the edge and Henry lets out a groan. ‘So tight, baby,’ he says, and then I feel the thick ropes of his cum inside me. He halts his movements, leans forward and kisses my shoulder. ‘Baby, talk to me,’ he whispers, ‘are you okay?’

‘I’m okay,’ I whisper, still clinging onto the fence.

‘I wasn’t too rough, was I?’ he asks, gently pulling out. Gosh, I feel dirty as I feel his cum drip down my legs.

I shake my head, turning around. ‘You weren’t,’ I chuckle, buttoning up my dress.

He already tucked himself back in his pants and he lifts me up. ‘I’m taking you home, baby girl.’

‘I can walk,’ I weakly protest.

‘Nope, it has come to my attention that you can’t.’

I wrap my arms around his shoulders. ‘What about the bags?’

‘I’ll pick it up in a minute. After I made you a nice cooling bath.’

June 15th 8 a.m.

I don’t know if I can ever walk again, because Henry sure knows how to destroy me. We came back from our trip last night and he carried me to the bed. After a long, long, long love making session, we fell asleep.

But damn, Henry is skilled. Poor women all over the world who missed out on this.

When I wake up that morning, I blink my eyes and notice I’m all alone in bed. Oh no, is he falling back into old routines? He promised me he wouldn’t do it and now—

‘Good morning, baby.’

He came back. Henry walks in the room with a smile and he is all dressed up. ‘Where are you going?’

‘I have an unexpected meeting,’ he says, ‘but you can stay here. Sleep a bit more, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I say. I sit up straight, while I wrap myself in the thin blankets. ‘When will you be back?’

Henry sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blankets from my body. ‘Very soon,’ he tells me, as he takes me in. ‘I’d like to take you to lunch. There is a new place down the road I’d like to try out with you.’ He leans towards me, kissing my collarbone, before going to my nape, causing me to giggle.

‘Sounds good to me,’ I say. ‘Can I have a proper kiss?’

‘Always.’ His lips connect with mine and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. ‘No, baby, you make it hard for me to leave.’

I chuckle. ‘My plan is working, then.’

Henry smiles. ‘I really do have to go, but I’ll be right back before you know it.’

‘I know, I know. I’m going to be really disgusting, but bear with me, please,’ I chuckle. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

‘Oh baby, I’ll miss you too.’ He gives me one more kiss, before he says: ‘Okay, baby, now I’ve really gotta go.’

I nod. ‘Okay, I won’t stall you anymore. You pick me up, daddy?’

He hums in content. ‘Of course. Shit, I love it when you call me that.’

✤ ✤ ✤

This is weird and it seems familiar. Henry hasn’t texted me, nor told me that he would be late or anything. I even called his assistant, but he told me Henry has already left. I shouldn’t be this worried, but I am, because I know what he can do.

Is he shutting me out again?

Fuck, I’m starting to hyperventilate.

My phone rings and I yelp, lost in my thoughts and wrong breathing. I grab the phone from the table and bring it to my ear. ‘Hello?’

‘Hello, is this Becky Kim?’

Oh no, is it the police? Not when I have my life together! ‘Yes, who’s this?’

‘I’m Kelsey, a nurse at Bellevue Hospital Center. I’m calling on behalf of mister Henry Cavill.’

What?! ‘Is he okay?’ I ask, as my heart rate shoots up. What the hell happened with him?

‘Mister Cavill has been in a car accident and I would kindly ask you to come here.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Thankfully the driver was nice enough to bring me to the hospital. The nurse told me he was conscious, but that he was unable to drive. I cannot believe this. Henry is such a good driver, how did he get involved in a car accident?

I rush to the hospital and after I’m told his room, I speed towards it. When I walk in, Henry’s sitting on the bed, staring at the small television in his room. ‘Henry, oh my goodness, are you okay?’ I ask him, when I stand next to his bed.

He smiles. ‘I’m okay, darling,’ he says. ‘Thank you for coming.’

He has some bandages on his face and neck, a cut in his lip and a gauge on his right hand. ‘Of course. What happened to you?’

‘Just a tiny accident. Nothing major.’

I glare at him. ‘Don’t you dare downgrade this. You’re in the hospital, Henry. What happened exactly?’

‘Someone ran through red light,’ he says, ‘and hit me. I’m just glad you weren’t in the car with me, because he hit the passenger side.’ He leans his head back and sighs.

‘How are you feeling?’ I ask him.

‘Just peachy, that’s all. The car is wrecked though. Want to pick one out with me?’

I roll my eyes, before I let out a laugh. ‘Sure, I’ll go with you.’

‘Shame really, I had this one for years,’ Henry says. ‘But you know, I’ll just get it fixed and then someone can buy it for a lower price.’

‘Wow, you are… Fantastic.’ I sit on the edge of the bed and say: ‘How long do you have to be here?’

‘Just two hours or something,’ he says. ‘Then they’ll finish one more test, give me some medicine and I’m good to go. You took the driver?’

I nod. ‘Yeah, he is running some errands for his family now, but he’ll be here if I text him, so don’t worry.’ I brush some of his disheveled curls out of his face. ‘Gosh, I never thought I would ever see you like this. You always seem so invincible.’

He smiles. ‘Come here, give me a kiss.’

I lean in, to press a peck on his lips. ‘Do you want me to stay with you for a while?’

‘I didn’t want to ask,’ he says. ‘But please?’

‘Of course and remember: you don’t need to pay me for it.’

He starts to laugh, only to wince and place his hand on his ribcage. ‘I’m fine, just sore.’ He sighs with a smile. ‘I can’t wait to go home.’

‘Yeah, me neither. I’m starving. Was waiting for you to take me to lunch. But, I came prepared.’ I go through the contents of my purse and find two bars, both with some chocolate and macadamia nuts. ‘Want one?’

‘You are my hero,’ he says, pulling me towards him for a kiss. ‘I might have to work from home for a few days.’

‘I’ll gladly help you out. The archives can wait.’

June 20th 2 p.m.

Henry has always been in control and I might’ve envied how much he had his life in order and how he seemed to be able to control it all. However, when he is slightly less capable to do things for himself, he turns in a stubborn mess. He continues to interfere with me cleaning up, with me doing his laundry and he won’t take his medicine.

‘Come on, Henry, don’t be such a baby. Just take your damn medicine.’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s disgusting.’

‘What do you want me to do? Crush it and spoon it through your food? You’re an adult, not a baby anymore.’

Henry all of the sudden can’t stop his laughter anymore. ‘You look cute when you’re annoyed.’

‘You being stubborn isn’t a good look on you though,’ I say, but I can’t help but chuckle. ‘Henry, I’m only trying to take care of you.’

‘I know, I know. It’s just… Unusual for me, okay?’

I nod. ‘I know, but allow me. I want you to feel better.’

He places his hand on my hip and pulls me closer. ‘Give me the medicine, I’ll stop being a little bitch.’

I chuckle. ‘You’re a little bitch, indeed.’ I push the chewing medicine in his mouth and his entire face scrunches up. He clears his throat and I sit on his lap. ‘Was it that bad?’

‘Yeah,’ he admits, before pressing a kiss on my cheek. ‘Thankfully my girlfriend takes good care of me.’

‘Girlfriend?’ I ask him. Don’t blush, Becky. ‘I’m your girlfriend?’

‘Of course you are,’ he says. ‘You want to be?’

I nod. ‘More than anything in the world.’ I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a kiss. ‘Now we got that out of the way, we need to get your ass in bed.’

His eyes light up.

‘No, not for that. You need to sleep. Genuine sleeping.’

Henry sighs, but then nods and together we walk towards his bathroom where we brush our teeth and get ready for the night. He is already in bed before I am and I disregard the shirt I’m wearing, because it’s too damn hot to actually wear anything.

‘Come on, let me hold you,’ I say.

He smiles, before turning to his side, placing his head on my chest. He groans as he wraps his arm around my body and sighs. ‘Fuck.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, just my back. It’s fine now, baby.’ He places his hand on my stomach and whispers: ‘Can we always sleep naked?’

‘Henry!’

‘What?’ he chuckles. ‘Just a question, baby. I love feeling your soft skin against mine.’

‘Well, I do too,’ I admit. ‘If you become my personal heater, then I wouldn’t mind sleeping naked.’

‘It’s nearly July baby, you don’t need a personal heater.’

‘I do,’ I whisper. ‘Especially if that heater is you.’

June 25th 11 a.m.

It’s been ten days since the accident and thankfully Henry is feeling better now. He can actually do quite a lot of things himself, he got his stitches removed and he actually got used to the medicine.

‘I’m trying to work, Henry,’ I say, while I try to focus on the words of my manuscript. However, he decided to distract me with kisses in my neck and he is actually succeeding.

‘Come on, darling,’ he says. ‘I finally feel better.’

‘Mister Cavill, I’d honestly think you’re a young man with that drive of yours,’ I chuckle, turning around in my seat. ‘How are you not sick of me yet?’

‘I could never get sick of you. Besides, I’m trying to keep up with you, baby girl.’

I bite my lip. ‘We just had sex this morning,’ I say. ‘You don’t have to worry about keeping up with me, when I have trouble keeping up with you, daddy.’

He sits on the chair next to me and pulls me on his lap. He presses kisses on my lips, causing me to chuckle. ‘You can’t? I feel awfully proud of myself.’

I smile. ‘I sure got myself a good one,’ I say, dragging my fingers across his naked chest. ‘You seem happier.’

Henry cocks an eyebrow. ‘I do?’

I nod. ‘Yes, more relaxed, calmer almost.’

‘I do actually feel more relaxed. You know, I thought not saying anything to you, shutting you out, would be better for us. However, now I told you about my real feelings for you, not shutting you out anymore, I feel better. Thank you.’

I give him a kiss, which obviously turns into something deeper.

‘Why are you still wearing clothes, baby?’ he asks.

‘Henry, I’m not going to walk around naked. You tried to persuade me in doing so before.’

He smiles. ‘Well, you look better without clothes anyway.’

I giggle and take off my shirt. ‘Better?’

‘Much better,’ he whispers, pressing kisses on my chest, his tongue circling around my nipple. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom.’ He lifts me up and carries me to the bedroom. ‘Daddy will take care of you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

‘Baby girl, are you okay?’ Henry asks, placing his hand on the dip of my waist.

‘I’m good,’ I chuckle. I draw circles on his chest. ‘How are you?’

‘I’m fantastic and I think I’ll give you a little break for the rest of the day.’

‘Oh, how considerate of you,’ I say giving him a kiss. ‘I actually can get used to this.’

‘I’m never letting you go. I was such a stupid idiot for shutting you out and I’m so glad you and I are finally official.’

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sup-hoes-its-me · 3 years

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Golden (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: you are in a relationship with kakaski, but after an accident, you have amnesia, and can’t remember him anymore. angst baby. Very feminine Civilian!reader (you own a bookstore, so cliche lmao) essentially, this series is mindless romantic indulgences i wrote mostly for myself, but if other people can enjoy them then i did my job as a fanfic writer.

A/N: im definitely not writing a fanfic for every song on fine line...haha

Word count: 5600

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He lay awake at night after the incident, imagining the moment he truly knew he was in love with her. Completely infatuated with this beautiful woman working at the bookstore. It was the only thing he could do now that his entire world had come crashing around him. With everything that happened in the hospital, this was the only way he knew how to cope.

He drifted off into the dream once again.

Kakashi stood by the front gates of the village, a paperback book he had just bought in his hand, folded over so he could read with one hand. One more time before he left for this mission, one he knew would last longer than anyone would like, he visited the old bookstore in town. He wanted to think he just stopped by to stock up on reading material, but that wasn’t it.

It was always about her.

When he saw Y/N running up to him, her apron nearly falling off and her hair in disarray, his eyes widened and he set the book down by his side. She was out of breath when she got to him, pressing her hands to her chest to get herself put together. Her brows furrowed deeply as she lifted her eyes to meet his.

“Kakashi,” she exclaimed.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“I know you’re going on this long mission and you won’t be around for a few months, and I can’t stand the thought of you leaving without me telling you this,” she said, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t insanely curious what she had to say. She was a sweet village girl, and he frequented her store, quite a bit actually. On occasion, he would drop by a few times in a day just to say hello. He definitely wasn’t slick.

He waited for her to continue and she didn’t hesitate. “Every time you leave, I get this pain in my chest. I worry about you day and night because I know the life of a shinobi is never guaranteed. I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t tell you this time, if I kept acting like the coward I am.”

“I see? Well, what’s on your mind?”

“I-I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I don’t know how to deal with it, so here goes,” she told him, taking a deep breath before her next words, “I think I’m in love with you, Kakashi Hatake. I think I’ve loved you since the first time you stepped foot in my parents store.”

“I…”

What was he supposed to say to that?

“You don’t have to say anything back. It doesn’t bother me, I know how closed off you ninja are. Just please, take my words and hold them close on your journeys.” She paused, clenching her soft fists by her sides. She wasn’t scared of rejection, not at all. She was only scared that Kakashi might not care about her words at all. “Please, don’t forget someone loves you.”

In that moment, he felt his heart stop beating, only for a second, but he felt it. Shifted awkwardly, not wanting to let off that he was getting even a little emotional at her declaration. He was tough as nails, the copy-nin. Not some lover boy, even if he wanted to be. Even if he wanted to swoop in right then and kiss her to pieces.

All he could say was, “I’ll keep that in my mind. Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. Now, don’t fool around out there so you can come back to me in one piece!” she laughed, feeling tears bubbling up in the corners of her eyes.

He found himself smiling back at the young woman. “You got it.”

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Kakashi was never really one to express his feelings. Generally, he kept them inside to mourn alone. It was just in his nature, it was nothing personal with the people he knew and trusted. There was just something about Y/N that made him drop down some of those thick barriers.

His girlfriend was a normal woman, working long shifts in the village bookstore since she was a teenager. She never attended the academy, wasn't chakra sensitive, nothing in particular was so outstanding that she was noticed. Nothing on the surface, actually.

It was her smile and her laugh, the way she could make anyone feel like they were important and wanted, that attracted Kakashi to her in the first place. From the first time they met as teenagers in the bookstore aisles, he knew he was caught in some sort of trap. For a minute, he compared the feeling to that of a genjutsu, even though he knew that was far from a possibility.

To him, when she smiled, it felt as if everything was going to be okay. All the pain and suffering disappeared when she was around. He really couldn’t understand how that could be happening, with the world crumbling around him everyday.

That was a particularly rare attribute among ninja folk, whose lives led them to believe that happiness wasn’t achievable and death was common; pain was so normal for him. It was refreshing to have someone around who didn't think like that, that could change the tone of a room in a moment with just an ounce of positive energy. Y/N was innocent to the majority of these harsh realities that the ninja faced, for the most part.

As with most people in the village, her parents lost their lives during the invasion of the nine tails. She was alone for a long time, but despite that, she tried to find joys in reading, in stacking new books on shelves, in talking to unique individuals that would stop by. And as she aged, she realized her most favorite customer was one with a masked face, and a love of gushy, perverted novels.

She was even friends with some of his closest friends, Gai, Yamato, Sakura. She reached out to them, getting visits here and there while she worked during the day. After he informed his closest companions of his blossoming affair with the bookstore girl, they just had to get in an insider view. They kept visiting after the first meetings. Sakura bringing lunch, Yamato helping her with repairs, and Gai just bringing his brightest smile and a boatload of jokes and giggles to share at the front counter.

It was only a matter of time before they fell into some weird friendship, a civilian and one of the top shinobi of their village. He was gone half the time on missions, and sometimes, when he was ANBU, she wouldn’t see him for weeks at a time. Occasionally, when a mission was long and difficult, she would hear pawing at her window late into the night. When she pulled back the blinds, a small dog would be sitting there with a folded piece of paper in his mouth, waiting for her to take it.

She loved those letters, they became her prized possessions. There was nothing else she loved more in the world than seeing his kind words written out on paper, his declarations of love that he would never dare say aloud. To him, it was easier to say those things on paper, to not be around when she read about his feelings for her. He was still attentive and kind to her in person, but the letters spoke with a romanticism that he couldn’t.

Y/N practically glowed when she spoke to him, so in love with him she could barely keep it restrained. He knew this. He knew she was as deeply in love with him as he was entranced with her. It had been 5 years since they started dating, and he prolonged the inevitable path of marriage as long as he could. Having a girlfriend was one thing, but marrying someone felt like a burden he couldn’t shoulder. He wanted to, but it just seemed like too much work, too much risk.

After years, he realized the waiting just wasn’t worth it. They were only getting older as the time went by. She just warmed his empty heart, he knew that was something only she could do for him. He needed that.

And that's why he sat in the comfort of Ichiraku, Sakura by his side, sipping on some soup. She was the only one he truly trusted with this knowledge, the only one who could give him genuine advice. He just needed to tell someone what he was about to do. He sat there, his fingers hovering over his pants pocket, eyes trailed down at the table.

"What did you want to talk about, Sensei?" She had asked.

"You really like Y/N, right? Think she's good for me?"

She smiled with a small nod. "Of course. Y/N is so sweet. She makes you so happy I can tell. I think it's really good for you." It was true. Sakura didn’t know what her sensei was like before he met the woman. That was years ago before she was even born. What she did know is that someone with that much pain seeping from his heart could use some love in his life, a stable shoulder to lean onto. If anyone was stable, it was her. Without any cares in the world other than worrying for her boyfriend and keeping her business afloat. Her trauma was behind her, unlike some of the shinobi that carry those with them for the rest of their lives. Guilt, anger, resentment.

He pulled a tiny, drawstring bag from his pocket and fiddled with the strings between his fingers. "When I was in the Land of Fire last month, I picked this up from a merchant," he explained, pulling open the bag and pouring out the contents. A small ring clicked against the bar table. "Take a look, tell me what you think."

She dropped her spoon and reached over for the ring, holding it gently with the pads of her fingertips. It was beautiful. It sparkled like sunlight hitting clear blue waters. A stone rested in the center, flecks of lavender and blue floating in the sparkly gem. When she turned it in the sunlight, more colors appeared and changed, morphing into something spectacular in every sense of the word.

"Kakashi-sensei, it's gorgeous. Are you going to give this to Y/N?"

"After all this time, it seems inevitable really. Time flies."

"Oh my gosh. I'm so happy for you. She's going to be ecstatic, I just know it. She loves you more than life itself." He liked hearing that reaffirmed for him, even though Y/N frequently told him how she felt, daily ‘I love you’s. Unlike him, those words were not rare, but each time it filled his chest with warmth.

He smiled fondly, watching as she continued to turn to ring in her hands. He never thought this would happen to him: marrying someone. He didn't want to lose anyone else. He didn't want to put that risk on someone, especially Y/N. He had suppressed his feelings for her for a few years before he finally succumbed to the urge to tell her. Finally, after years of longing and avoiding the obvious, she became his, and he was undoubtedly hers.

It was a hard decision. He knew it was wrong to risk it, put her life on the line, but now he felt ridiculous sulking around waiting for something that was never going to happen. Nothing had happened to Y/N yet, and it had been years. She was gonna be fine. He was only being paranoid, he had convinced himself.

"Tonight. I'm going to help her close the store and do it then."

"You're a good man, Kakashi. She’s so lucky to have you protecting her and watching out for her, ya know? You two balance each other out perfectly,” the girl sighed. If only she could find a love like her sensei had with his significant other.

"Thanks, Sakura.”

They finished up their conversation, and he paid the bill for her, feeling so high that a bit of money from his wallet didn't even bother him. It was slightly later than he was supposed to go see her. The bookstore should have already closed by about 10 minutes.

All he could think about on the way there was how she would laugh about him being late, as usual. She would hug him to say hello, like she usually wound, and then give him a kiss on his masked cheek. He would help her quickly reorganize books before pulling out the ring. To him, it wasn't really about her saying yes at all so much as this moment, proposing to the love of his life, meant he could leave his curse behind and be happy for once with someone he cared about. She was his savior, an escape from a mindset so ingrained he couldn't fight it on his own.

But when he walked up to the front of the store. He noticed the lights still on even though she would have shut them off by now. The sign out front still flipped to open. He didn’t think it was too weird at all, he just thought maybe she was waiting for him to come along to finish up.

As he walked in though, he noticed the whole reams of paper strewn across the floor. Piles of books were aggressively thrown from the shelves, scattered around the floor like someone side swept them from the stands. Ink stained the checkout counter where she normally sat, inkwell tipped over the edge and dripped onto the carpet which she took care to keep clean. It was disastrous getting stains out of that carpet, she always said to him.

Most importantly, on some of the papers scattered around, he spotted blood splatter, drips of half dried blood present all the way from her desk to the back door. He felt panic rise up from his stomach all the way to his throat, and his heart raced. It was rare something made him truly terrified, and this was one of those moments.

He searched, god, he scoured that entire building over and over again for the woman. He checked every aisle and under every table. He ran upstairs to her apartment and checked in the few small rooms she had, scared she was cowering in her bathtub or hiding under the bed. He ran to the neighboring stores, asking if they'd heard from her, and received nothing but empty words. He just wanted her to be anywhere that he could find, anywhere but in the arms of someone evil.

His Y/N was gone, and he was hopelessly at the mercy of his curse once again.

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He wasn't even allowed to go on the search mission for his girlfriend. Instead, Tsunade sent Yamato as well as a few chunin who knew Y/N enough to recognize her but not enough to fail at being objective. Apparently, the copy-nin wasn't in his right mind to go on a mission right now, especially one that was so personal to him. All his missions for the foreseeable future had been cancelled and another jounin was set to replace him. He could only sit back at home, guilt ridden and feeling useless, unable to help, unable to search. He did this to her. He knew that putting his heart into someone else's hands wasn't right, that it would only lead to her suffering but he couldn't listen to his own experience. He didn’t think it could happen to Y/N. he thought he could protect her.

But fate finds a way, it seems.

He trusted Yamato and the others to find her, but it was nothing like going himself. He wanted nothing more than to see the men who stole her away taught a lesson for what they had done. He wanted to cradle her in his arms and kiss her head, and promise something like this would never happen again. At least, that’s what he wanted to do. He didn’t know how he would react in the moment, despite developing quite good self-control over the years. How could he contain himself when the perpetrators caused his beautiful girl to bleed, and no doubt suffer?

Sakura felt the worst for Kakashi, knowing what she knew. She could imagine him heading to propose to his little girlfriend whom he loved more than anything in the entire world, and see only her blood splattered across the room and endless signs of a brutal struggle. Not to mention no one had a clue why they stole her or what was happening where no one else could see. The medical nin nearly shed a couple tears when Kakashi rushed into the Hokage's office without announcement, proclaiming that his girlfriend was gone, kidnapped from her own store where she worked alone all day.

Tsunade, despite barely knowing the girl, knew it was important; for anyone to be stolen from their village was serious enough. Although she felt for Kakashi, she had to keep him calm while she worked on finding the subject of his affection. She sent out teams immediately, and stressed that Kakashi was to remain in the village until everything was resolved one way or another. She didn't want any accidents because of a reckless, emotionally compromised shinobi faltering.

It only took the teams a single day to find their target.

Shikamaru and Choji were the ones to come back first, and in the larger boy's arms rested the limp, unconscious body of a missing woman. Ever so gently, he had her head tucked away against his chest the entire way home, trying his best not to hurt her anymore. Even if she was unconscious, he wanted to respect the body. From the moments they spoke before, she seemed like the nicest girl. He felt awful. She wasn’t the one putting her life on the line, she was the one that shinobi were supposed to protect. And they failed her.

When they walked through the gates of the village, Kakashi was already rushing up to the gates waiting for their arrival. He caught up to the boys and reached out to take her body from his arms, just to cradle her against him. It was the least that he could do was take her to the infirmary. To feel her faint heart beating against his chest. He was surprised when one of the chunin sadly shook his head.

"Kakashi, she's alive, but trust me, you don't want to see what they did to her," Shikamaru warned, and Choji flinched, just thinking about what her poor face looked like when they found her. Shikamaru knew for a fact that if his girlfriend was ever handed off to him looking so pitiful, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He didn’t want the same to befall on his sensei. "Just trust me, I cannot let you see it, for your sake. Let Choji bring her to Tsunade."

He felt a burning in his stomach, pain creeping up in his abdomen like he was going to throw up all over the dirt path they stood on, but he did his best to remain calm despite the mix of emotions running through his head. He watched as the Akimichi carried her quickly off to the hospital. Kakashi didn't miss though, the blood stains on his tunic surrounding the area where her head was resting, circling her face. She had bled a lot in her time away, he realized.

God, he felt sick. So fucking nauseous.

"What happened?" he breathed heavily, words slipping through.

"Apparently, the guy had a grudge against your clan for something your father did to his family. Killed a criminal brother or some shit. When he heard wind of your girlfriend he knew he would take his revenge. Didn't want ransom, fame, nothing, just to torment you and torture her. Disgusting bastard."

There was one thing he wanted to know on top of his worry about her condition. He’d been thinking about it for the entire day she was missing. Obsessing even.

"What did you do with the man?" He hoped that justice had been served, and he couldn't imagine the two boys doing anything less.

"A man that would do that to a woman doesn't deserve his life," he muttered, his eyes trailed off to the village, “I made it painful.”

Kakashi nodded to him, and together they stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity.

“Sensei?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry.”

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When he got to the hospital, Choji was directly quickly to a special unit with particularly fancy machines around the room. Sakura was standing beside her own mentor awaiting the arrival of her friend. The moment she finally saw Y/N's exposed face, she cried. Tears fell from her eyes and she leant over the hospital bed to get a look at all her wounds. She looked alien, and the amount of blood that stained her hairline and cheeks was thick and heavy. Choji had tried to wipe it off, but he just couldn’t get it all.

"Y/N! Oh my God, what did they do to you?" She cried, running her hands shakily over the contusions and the cuts and the bulging areas near her temples. Her body was no better but her face is what hurt Sakura the most. It was hard to believe that all the life had been drained from her body after this one incident.

The light had left her body. Her familiar glow emanating from her soft skin was missing. She looked cold and dead. For the first time, Sakura saw her without her smile, without any bit of optimism. It felt like she was staring at an empty shell of the woman she knew.

"Sakura, get the IV ready. I need to get to work."

And so she did what she does best. Healers at work in their element fixing broken bones, burst capillaries in her head, torn skin. Everything they could. It took hours, and her face still wasn't completely healed in the end, just less swollen. She still had some bumps and bruises but those weren't going to be so bad. They could heal by themselves with a few days of rest and care.

She would be okay, they decided after a while of treatment, and moved her into a normal hospital room, under watch of nurses every so often, no visitors allowed either. Not for the first few days, much to Kakashi's displeasure. He was really getting irritated with the way everyone was keeping him from seeing her. Shouldn’t he be allowed? Essentially, the only family she had left? In reality though, he was scared.

But did he even want to see her again? He loved her, would do anything in the world for her. If only he had the guts to just give up on her and let her meet a normal man from the village, let her marry him and just forget all about their relationship. Then, nothing like this would ever happen again. She would be safer without having connections with him. He was so upset with himself for letting this happen.

He hated himself. It had been a long time since he genuinely thought those words. He hated himself more than anyone else. He let this happen, he was to blame for all this mess. A monster.

He headed back to his apartment that night and stared over at her tiny pile of belongings in the corner, ones she had left over his place as time went on. They still didn't live together so it wouldn't be the worst thing if he broke up with her. She would be hurt, probably cry for a few days, a week, maybe a month. He didn’t know. All he knew was that a little bit of crying was a lot better than getting fatally injured.

Just return her belongings in a box, and never go back to that fucking bookshop where he fell in love with her. He could get his novels directly from Jiraiya if he wanted them.

Tsunade already told him it would be days before he would be allowed to see her again, something about the healing process and that her chakra wasn't enough to fix everything. Based on what Shikamaru had told him, the way he acted- it must have been pretty bad. He couldn't even imagine her face beaten and broken.

All he knew was that in 2 days, he would be allowed to see her again, to possibly talk to her and apologize for what he had caused. It was the least he could do. At this point he couldn't imagine giving her that ring. How could she accept when he was the reason she was abducted and tortured?

He barely slept that night, but it didn't matter. He didn't have anything to do. He was given time off work until everything was resolved. He wondered if it would have been better to have a mission and forget all about the situation for even a couple fleeting moments.

He was just so tired of these feelings. He felt suffocated, and unlike himself. He was finding it hard to be cool, calm, and collected like usual. He just felt terrible. Too terrible to eat, too terrible to sleep, too terrible to do anything but stare up at the ceiling and wonder what could have been.

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It was time to head to the hospital and see her. Yamato had come to his apartment so they could go and see Y/N. Tsunade gave him the green light first thing that morning when he reported to her. The wood style ninja wanted to see her as well, just to say he was happy she was recovering and even tell her that next time she needed help, if Kakashi wasn't around, to run to his apartment. He would always open his arms to help. So many shinobi of the village, after this incident, would be willing to drop everything and help. Her bookstore would probably always have eyes on it from now on.

Word travelled fast between the shinobi and soon enough almost everyone was giving Kakashi sympathetic looks, patting him on the back and apologizing to him for something they knew nothing about. He just wanted to get to her and say sorry for everything he had done. For not being there sooner, for his father and his clan causing this whole thing. He just needed to see her face. He couldn't get her out of his head.

Sakura was standing outside the room when he arrived. She was biting on her nails, which was oddly uncharacteristic of her. She rarely got nervous enough for habits like that to arise. She was normally so confident. That was the first of the red flags.

"Kakashi-sensei, Yamato. You're here to see Y/N, aren't you?" she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant.

She let him Yamato walk past her into the room but she raised her hand before Kakashi could walk in. She gave him one of the most sorry, pitiful looks he had ever seen, and her lip was quivering just a bit. It was barely noticeable but Kakashi was talented at noting the smallest things.

"Kakashi, I'm really sorry about everything. Lady Tsunade did everything she could. When you go in there, just please don't get upset. It's not as bad as you think. I'll explain everything later, but I want to see how she reacts to seeing you first," she bit out, her words mending together awkwardly.

He figured she was just nervous about her condition or maybe she was still bruised and bandaged up. If she was in a full body cast, he wouldn’t care. As long as he could see her. He couldn’t understand why Sakura was so worried. She would still be beautiful to him. She could never lose that shine that she carried regardless of her external features.

"Hmm. I'm sure it will be fine."

"I'm serious. Don't get upset and alarm her, it's very important you be careful."

"Gotcha."

She watched as he walked past her into the white room, sunlight leaking onto her bedside. The woman was fond of staring out the window since she woke, comforted by the familiarity of the village and the birds that flew by. That was the one thing she needed. Comfort.

Yamato sat at her bedside, and she seemed to be talking to him quietly. Her brows were furrowed deeply and she seemed strained, thoughts running through her brain.

"Kakashi-" the man began to say, desperate to say anything to his friend before the inevitable, but was interrupted.

"Y/N, I was so worried about you," he said, words tumbling out before he could even think. He just had so much to say. He continued, "I need to apologize for what happened. I know I should have been at the shop earlier to help you close, I just got caught up in something. It was my family's fault for your kidnapping. I cannot believe I dropped my guard and let this happen to you, baby-"

She looked at him, but without an ounce of the fondness he was so used to. Instead, his girlfriend just looked confused.

"I… I'm sorry but, Sir, do I know you?"

No.

Not this.

He pleaded in his head that this was not happening. That somehow he had misheard.

"It's me, Kakashi,” he replied softly, almost pleading for her to say something else.

She smiled sympathetically, peering up at him with a little glimmer of that kindness he knew in her eyes. He could tell she was confused, and he began to feel his heart break. "Uh, I'm so sorry but I don't remember you. We're we friends or something?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say something like that,” he muttered, his eyes turned to stare at the white tiles beneath his feet.He couldn’t look at her anymore.

"Yamato, you're friends with Kakashi-san, too?" She asked the brunette at her bedside, sitting in a chair wiping his sweaty palms on the thighs of his pants. He felt himself becoming nervous, especially when he felt Kakashi watching him. Why did she have to ask him that question? Why did she have to address him by his name so casually? He could feel Kakashi begin to bubble up emotions he hadn’t felt from him before.

"Yes. We are all very close friends, Y/N. You were closest with Kakashi actually."

"Then how come I can’t remember any of you?"

"I don't know." He felt fear creeping up his neck, Kakashi overwhelming his senses. The grey haired man just stood there, his eye flickering between the love of his life and his friend who apparently her brain thought was more important than him. Did he not look friendly enough to talk to? Was Yamato more inviting than he was, was that why she stopped talking to him? “I really wish I could help you there,” he mumbled.

She turned back to Kakashi and smiled, but it wasn't the one he knew from her. It was different. He hated it. He didn't even want to look at her anymore.

"I hope I remember you soon, or I'll just have to get to know you again, Kakashi-san," she chirped, reaching out to touch his hand which rested on the edge of her bed. The reaction he had was immediate and almost startling. The second her hand touched his, her warmth pressed to his cold fingers, he yanked his hand away and shoved it into his pocket.

He didn't want her to touch him. He didn't want anything other than to leave. Fuck getting to know him again. That wasn't an option.

"I need to go. I've got a mission I need to prepare for."

"Okay! Goodluck out there," she called to him as he turned on his heel to leave. He grit his teeth, feeling another wave of emotion overtake him. As he stepped outside the door, Sakura was still waiting there for him, her arms crossed over her chest sheepishly.

"Will she ever remember me again?" He asked simply.

"I don't know. She's got retrograde amnesia which can sometimes be permanent depending on the damage done to the brain. We couldn't fix it, no matter how much we tried. She doesn't remember me either. She doesn't remember Gai or Naruto or even Tsunade. She only remembers the village and a few bits and pieces that she can associate with it. Of course she remembers her name and her bookstore, but specific people and memories are essentially gone for now."

"So she's lost to us?"

"She can still get her memories back, but it will take time," she explained. "Sensei, I'm so sorry. None of us wished anything like this on you. I told Tsunade about the ring you were going to give her and the proposal, and we mourned for you. I'm so sorry." She felt so bad, and they did cry for him. They cried for the girl who got to keep her life but lost her soul.

"I have to get back to my apartment and clean up a few things," he dismissed, turning his head away from his student as well. He felt his heart clench in his chest as he walked away. The ring still sat deep in his pants pocket and he wanted nothing more than to throw it in the river.

He wished he was the one who forgot everything. Maybe this pain in his heart would subside. Maybe all the guilt would be washed away once and for all.

Part Two and Three are out.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #naruto x reader #kakashi oneshot #kakashi fanfic #naruto one shot #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi imagine #naruto imagine #fluff #angst #the reader is a vert sweet and feminine girl and i hope that doesnt offend anyone

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hate(d) | nishimura riki x reader

requested by @onionhaseyeo i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but for some reason i got super excited

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic(?) i guess it could be considered.. i just had an idea i liked for the request and it felt more like a fic than a headcanon :] i hope it’s not too bad !

word count: 2.1k

warnings: probably some grammatical errors, other than that none. (lowercase intended)

tags: e2l, slight angst, slight fluff

you hate nishimura riki. when you tell others how you feel about him they always have the same unoriginal response, “hate is such a strong word.” and that, is exactly why you chose it.

now, in order to really understand why your hatred runs so deep, let’s get into the Three W’s! WHY do you hate him so much? he stole your best friend, she ended up developing feelings for him and ghosting you, she moved away, he never apologized for it. WHEN did you realize nishimura riki was the worst thing to ever happen to you? 7th grade, it’s always 7th grade. WHERE did the beginning of the end commence? the cafeteria, your friend decided to spill her guts out in front of the whole lunch table, only to be humiliated not long after.

there you sat, glaring at the back of riki’s head. anyone from a mile away could sense your distaste when it came to him. truth be told, no one could understand why, and you never cared to explain. you figured the situation between the two of you or - just you and an unknowing boy - was personal and should be kept private. you were really good at keeping it a secret too, so good that riki himself couldn’t pinpoint the issue you had with him.

for the most part you did your best to avoid him, whether it be physically or when he was brought up in conversation between classmates. ni-ki, as people on good terms with him would address him, was a really friendly student. he didn’t pick fights, kept his teasing to a minimum, and somehow got good grades despite sleeping in and skipping classes.

going to school knowing his sweet, smiling face would be one of the first things you would see in the morning was what kept you in bed during first period. just the idea of him was revolting, and you simply weren’t strong enough to hold your ground right after waking up.

that was until your first period teacher emailed you letting you know a group project was coming up and it counted as 60% of your overall grade. all you could do was send a friendly reply, close the laptop, and scream into your pillow. you were going to be seeing nishimura riki for the first time in almost a month. which you considered to be the best month of your life.

you were alert all morning, barely getting any sleep the night before from how nervous you were. it actually wasn’t as bad as you thought. you were late, which meant everyone already picked who they were going to group with. and, to your luck, riki was nowhere to be foun-

*bump*

“oh my gosh, i am so sorry. . . y/n?” sigh, of course it had to be him. you flashed a limp smile and hurried over to an empty seat. you noticed his hand go forward then drop down to his side, almost like he was trying to bring you back. “oh! ni-ki,” even the teacher knows his nickname? how wonderful. “what perfect timing, you and y/n will be partners for the project, i’ll send the rubric out this afternoon. class dismissed!”

your legs were like jelly, since when did you become this way? sure, you hate him but. . . not being able to move? it was different, it was new. riki noticed the look of confusion on your face and cautiously made his way over to you once all the other students cleared the classroom. “hey, y/n. i haven’t seen you in a while, have you been doing alright?” why on earth was he concerned about you? so shameless.

“yeah, i’m fine, thanks,” you glared at him while standing up and purposefully bumping into his shoulder. bad move. your knees gave out right then, luckily, riki held onto you before you could hit the cold floor. you sighed in defeat, today just wasn’t your day, and mister nishimura just wasn’t the person you wanted to be this close to.

“do you need something? or is there another reason you won’t let go of my arm,” every word had a hint of poison mixed in it. riki muttered a small apology and quickly released you. “i just wanted to let you know that we can work on the project at my place, only if you want,” he gave a boxy closed-mouth smile, almost as if he was trying to act cute. disgusting.

“whatever, give me your address and i’ll come by at 4.” and with that, you two went your separate ways.

after school

as you made your way to riki’s house, you were running over every possible scenario that could occur. you wanted to avoid arguing, only because you took your grades very seriously. but does he? you couldn’t help but feel nervous and slightly jittery as you got closer to his front steps. oh! the door is open. but. . . no riki?

you called out for him a couple times until hearing laughter and the crunching of chips coming down from the second floor. of course, he’s playing the game. trudging up the stairs you wiped off your sweaty palms, mentally preparing yourself before inviting yourself into his room.

“sunghoon, shut up! it’s not even like that, you’re so weird,” he was so loud. “jake, you too! as if you haven’t been trying to swoon that girl in your third period for the past two months now. haha!” well, boys will be boys.

you open the door and riki notices immediately. he throws his headset and controller down to the floor. “y/n, you scared me,” he was almost out of breath. “oh my bad, i called out for you but you didn’t hear me so. . .” you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly. riki muttered a quick, “it’s okay” and gestured for you to take a seat on his bed.

picking up his headset, he told the cheeky upper-class boys that he would talk to them later. grabbing his supplies and computer, he took a seat next to you. you shifted away from him a little, not comfortable with the closeness between the two of you. he didn’t seem to notice, that or he just didn’t care.

“okay, so, have you already looked over the rubric?” crickets. “helloo, earth to y/n! have you checked the rubric yet?” “OH! yes, i have, ha,” you gave a quick reply, trying to pretend the awkward moment of you staring at him never happened.

ha? are you insane? you were nervous yes, and you thought it was because of the bad terms you two were on but. . . this nervousness felt a bit different.

“i also wrote up a quick outline during lunch,” you took the paper out of your bag and moved to hand it to him. “ooh nice, you’re such a scholar,” you gave him a lighthearted “shut up” before looking back at your laptop.

did he feel that? your fingers touched. they did touch, right? you can’t be imagining all of this. Y/N. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU HATE HIM, REMEMBER?

“uh, y/n? why do you look like you’ve been holding in a wet fart for the past three minutes?” he was being playful while also holding genuine concern because of your recent actions. your jaw drops, you were always bad at keeping a poker face. but you knew you had to go back to your cold state, there was no way you were going to finish the project by gawking at him. he has such pretty lips by the way, how did you not notice sooner?

it had been a few hours since you guys started working on the project. you checked the time, 8:00 pm. “hey, riki,” you began with a small yawn. “y/n, you know you can call me ni-ki, right? that’s what all my friends call me,” his eyes suddenly widened noticing your discomfort. “wait, i mean. . . only if you want to!”

you cleared your throat and just asked for the bathroom. once inside and closing the door behind you, you felt the need to cry. sob, even. what is going on? why do you feel so bad for being around him? are you a traitor? is it wrong to be laughing and giggling like the two of you are besties?

you turned the water on, hoping it would drown out the sound of your muffled cries. unfortunately, you have some awfully loud sniffles. riki came running to where you were and knocked on the door. he spoke softly, “y/n? are you okay? can i come in?” what was the point in saying no? it is his house, and maybe if you told him. . . you’d feel better.

as you opened the door and looked up at him, the look of worry on his face made your heart ache. gosh, why do you care about him so much? he looked at your tear stained face and slowly reached out his hand, giving you a look that pleaded for your approval. you pass a small nod, and almost sank into the warmth of his hand on your cheek. he pulled you in for a hug as you cried for a little while longer. “do you wanna talk about it?”

here it was, here was the chance to let him know what you’ve been wanting to since 7th grade. you took a moment to steady your breathing and gather courage to look him in the eyes. you told him everything, from the beginning of 7th grade, to the day it all happened, all the way to where the two of you stood now.

he just sat there, probably trying to process everything you had randomly dumped on him. you were about to apologize and pack your things, but for some odd reason, he smiled? “ni-ki? what’s so funny? i was being serious,” his smile only grew bigger, “no i know, i just find it so funny how you had so much agaisnt me meanwhile i just wanted you to like me.”

he?? wanted you to like him??? hmmm. “what do you mean. . . wanted me to like you?” you were really curious, “i’ve had a crush on you since 7th grade, that’s why i rejected your friend later on. i never knew it would hurt you in the process, and for that i am sorry. very sorry.” you let out a small chuckle, “it’s not your fault, really. now that i’m older i think i was only mad that you two didn’t end up together because i liked you too. i just couldn’t live with myself for liking the same boy my best friend liked. it’s stupid, i know.”

riki reached out for your hand, which you obviously let him have. “you’re a good friend.” he flashed you a sweet and caring smile. you let out a sigh of relief, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. all this time you had been pushing for yourself to hate him, while it was all just a plot to get rid of your feelings for him. crazy.

it was 11:00 pm.

you and riki had already finished the project and were laying on his floor. the both of you just staring at the ceiling and stealing glances at each other. what lovesick little kids.

after noticing the time, you hopped up and told him you really needed to go. he gave you a small pout with puppy eyes trying to get you to stay, and of course, it was hard but you’d rather leave now and see him later than get grounded and not see him for another month. “i can just text you, don’t make that face.”

he escorted you down the stairs, both of you moving discreetly, careful not to wake the boy’s parents. he opened the door for you and you turned around, gazing at him. “what are you thinking?” he asked with a tired smile on his face and small pieces of fluffy hair sticking up in every direction. you gave a shy smile and pecked his lips. he was very surprised, but also very happy.

“nothing.” you said, holding a cheeky grin in an attempt to hide your shyness. “wow, just to think that you hate my guts,” riki poked fun at you.

“hm, hate is such a strong word.”

“what would you call it then?”

“i would say. . . i hate(d) you. past tense.”

the two of you just laughed, both of you yawning shortly after.

“goodnight, mr. ni-ki.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

and with that, the two of you went your separate ways. but this time, with mutual feelings.

oh and btw, the project got you guys an A+ ;).

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youngbeezer · 3 years

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hi!! can I please request something?

going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?

thank you! 💗.

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2940

Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!

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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...

I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.

About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.

Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.

It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.

Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.

I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.

For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.

Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.

“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We’re here.” He announces.

Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”

I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”

Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.

Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.

Yeah this was gonna be a long week.

…

After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.

Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.

Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.

Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.

“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.

“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?

“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.

Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”

I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.

…

Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.

“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.

Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”

Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.

“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.

“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.

“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.

At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”

I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.

Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.

“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.

“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.

Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.

“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.

Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.

“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.

My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.

“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.

My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.

“Are you serious?” I whisper out.

“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.

My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.

Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.

“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”

My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.

“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.

Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.

I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.

“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.

“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”

Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”

I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”

Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.

“I fucking knew it!”

“Aw you guys look so cute.”

“Bout time.”

“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”

I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.

“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.

Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.

“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.

I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”

“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.

My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.

“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.

When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.

Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.

“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.

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egcdeath · 3 years

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opposites attract

pairing: steve rogers x villain!reader

summary: based off of the lyrics:

“you and i are two oceans apart

we're on earth to break each others hearts

in two, and it's hard

with you, when i'm too far

from you, i look at the stars,

do you?”

from ‘ferrari’ by the neighbourhood

warnings: injuries, sparring, mention of blood and bruises, angst, fluff, and banter

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i am a simple woman. i think of a hurt/comfort concept and am morally obligated to write it. (this is a repost from the other day so if you saw it before, no you didn’t)

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Thick, cushioned, cream colored walls. You supposed this was an upgrade from your last room, with its harsh and reflective steel. Every time you made an appearance here, it seemed there was a new, yet futile, attempt to keep you contained.

As you studied the pillowy surface, you drummed your fingers on the wooden table that your hands were currently strapped down to, and secretly hoped for your captor to rear his head, even if he was peeking through the double-sided mirror to your left.

Your mind proved itself to be a powerful thing, as the door ahead of you opened, and none other than Captain America stepped in, looking valiant and proud as ever.

“Good afternoon, Captain,” you greeted.

“Flux,” he said in a matter of faculty tone, nodding his head at you before pulling the chair in front of you aside and sitting down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you asked, as if you hadn’t been tussling with him in the streets less than an hour ago.

“Y’know, just our biweekly catch up,” he shrugged, playing along.

“Can I suggest coffee for our next meeting?”

Steve scoffed, but you almost swore that if you squinted, you could see him blush. “Enough of that,” he mumbled before opening a yellow folder and turning it to face you. “You ready to tell me about him?” Steve asked, pointing to a printed photo of Brock Rumlow.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Captain,” you responded, looking up and batting your lashes at the man. This routine was like clockwork for you two. Fight a little, get yourself caught after a moment of weakness, and end up in an interrogation room.

“Don’t play dumb with me Flux,” he warned in a snarl, wrapping his fingers against your wrist and making you yelp. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

“Ouch, Captain. You’re being rough today, even for you.”

“I’m always rough with you,” he insisted, raising a brow as he loosened his hold on you.

“You’re being rougher than usual, that’s what I just said,” you furrowed your own brows at him. “Something on your mind?

“You’re stalling,” Steve stated while squinting at you.

“I would never do something like that, Cap,” you closed your eyes and visualized the outside of the building. “Does it have anything to do with those accords?”

You opened an eye quick enough to catch a glimpse of his jaw ticking, “I didn’t mean to strike a chord. Oh my gosh, ‘a chord’, accord. I really didn’t even mean to do that.”

You opened your other eye to get a clear view of him glaring at you. “Okay, sorry, I’ll be out of your hair in a moment,” you gave Steve a sly wink.

He stood up from the chair in a dramatic fashion, leaning down to get right in your face. “No. You won’t. Tell me everything you know about Rumlow.”

“Cap,” you pouted mockingly. “You’re not very good at this. Really makes a gal wonder why they keep sending you in to interrogate me, when you don’t seem to get much out of me.”

He grit his teeth while looking down at you, your eye contact both intense and passionate.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you began, looking away at a plain wall in an attempt to focus a bit more on leaving, “I genuinely know nothing about him.”

Steve gave you a humorless look, and your eyes naturally flitted back to him, “really,” he said drily.

“Really,” you confirmed. “We don’t really work in that whole chemical warfare field. Especially with a guy like Rumlow? He’s bad news. Did you really think that all ‘villains’,” you made air quotations on the table. “Know the intimate details of each other’s lives and plans?”

“Hmm,” Steve hummed aloud as he moved back, seemingly convinced.

“I was serious when I said that I’m leaving, though. You and I both have better things to do. But please tell Wanda that she did a good job for me, okay? I mean, civilian deaths are never pretty, but I genuinely would miss having you around.”

“I hate how you talk so much, but literally say nothing,” he huffed.

“I’m not gonna take that personal, ‘cause I know you don’t really mean that,” you sighed softly and looked away to visualize the outside of the building. “Hopefully the next time I see you won’t be UN sanctioned. Farewell, Captain.”

With those words, you were gone.

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For the next few days of your life, you hadn’t stopped receiving an earful at the Brooklyn base. Mainly from your teammates, who seemed to never let things go, and were the nastiest gossips you’d ever met. Currently, rumor had it that Cecelia, your boss, was preparing to have a strong word with you.

You cracked your knuckles anxiously as you followed a teammate, Amelia, down into the sparring facility, as an attempt to calm your mind before whatever bad news was broken to you.

You passively listened to the TV in the corner of the room while wrapping your knuckles in preparation of getting your ass beat, and listened to the rapid fire reports from hours earlier in the day, but mainly tuned into the fight between the Avengers at the Leipzig airport.

“Have you heard?” Amelia questioned, tying up her lengthy hair as she sauntered onto the mat.

“No, tell me more,” you followed suit on the mat, rising onto the ball of your foot to the heel of your foot in an alternating rhythmic bounce.

“I guess some of it is that UN thing, but it’s probably because of the Winter Soldier,” Amelia bounced similarly to you before charging forward and throwing a left hook at you.

“No way! I thought that guy just disappeared after that S.H.I.E.L.D shit,” you dodged the swing, and went to knee her. “I swear, I asked Steve about it once.”

Amelia rolled her eyes at you, and caught your knee, pushing you down to the ground in the process. “You’re obsessed with him.”

“I think it’s mutual. And you said you’d go easy on me,” you whined, grabbing her extended hand and pulling yourself back up.

“You’re delusional, and that’s why Cec is pissed with you. In fact, Cecelia was so mad, that she couldn’t even form the words to tell you. At least, that’s what she told Naomi.”

“Why, though? It’s not like I haven’t been caught by him a million times already.”

“That’s the problem, though. What happens when they decide to send someone else in to talk to you? And they start waterboarding you, or some shit? All the sudden the Avengers know everything about us?”

“Well that wouldn’t happen, because I would leave,” you shrugged after blocking a few punches.

“I hope you’re getting all your aloof-ness out now, because Cecelia is not gonna put up with this attitude.”

You huffed, and marched over to get a sip of water, dramatically squirting it in your mouth before heading back to the sparring mat.

“Just let me enjoy this while I can, okay? I know how to protect myself,” you swung your fist in an uppercut, and Amelia maneuvered herself out of the way.

“Well, I was just reading something before this. Apparently your boy is a fugitive of the law now. It almost looks like your time is already up,” Amelia commented, delivering a stiff jab to you at the same time that you crouched.

Hearing this news, you froze up, and the punch landed right on your nose, an unsatisfying crack reverberating in your ears.

“Y/N, you alright?” She asked, approaching you as you reached a hand up assess the damage, and pulled away an extremely bloody hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled letting her lead you off of the mats and to the connected bathroom, so you could get a better look at yourself.

You were dizzy with pain, and you pressed your hand to your nose, willing it to heal. Though not your most frequently used ability, it certainly assisted some of the pain. You squeezed your face in a cringe as your bone rearranged itself.

“Is he in jail?” you asked, watching her face screw up in the mirror.

“You’re not really- you are a lost cause,” Amelia scoffed.

“You could be a little nicer to the person whose nose you just broke.”

“You’re fixing your own nose! You’re fine, okay?” she exasperatedly brought her palm up to her forehead. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Be ready to talk to Cecelia as soon as you leave this room. A word of advice? Don’t mention your work husband unless she mentions it first, okay?”

Amelia set a hand on your back and pat it, “good luck with her. If you need a sofa to crash on after this, my place is always free.”

You shook your head at yourself as she left, your own personal healing already fixing most of the damage. As you hopped into your own shower stall, you couldn’t help but question just how bad this confrontation was truly going to be.

——

You walked into Cecelia’s office after receiving a text message from her assistant, inviting you to meet with her.

You were handed a disposable cup filled with piping hot coffee as you entered, and Cecelia beckoned you to sit down in front of her. You obliged, nervously rubbing your hands on your pants as you sat.

“Y/N,” she began in a sigh, “what has gotten into you lately?”

“Nothing, just-“ the older woman put an open hand out, prompting you to stop.

“No, Y/N. You’ve let Rogers become your biggest blind spot. You let him catch you off guard and capture you nearly every single time you go out on the field! I’m starting to think that you want him to catch you.”

“What if I do?” you shrugged, feigning indifference.

“It’s not a ‘what if’ anymore, dear,” Cecelia took a deep breath. “Especially after what happened in San Francisco.”

“I- Cec, you told me that you wouldn’t bring up California anymore!” you huffed and shook your head. “It’s not even like it’s a problem. They haven’t once received intel from me,” you added.

“Something tells me that you won’t be having the same interrogator for a while at least. We were gonna take you out of the field before this whole Avengers fiasco, but I think it’s time for you to just take a break as a whole.”

“So you’re firing me?” you huffed, “great.”

“No, you are taking a break. We can get you set up in the Prague safe house, and everything.”

You weakly threw up your hands and looked away from Cecelia, not even being able to bear looking at her for the moment. What a great day you were having.

——

You sulked the whole way up to your apartment, and reached in your jacket’s pocket with sluggish speed. It was as if you couldn’t catch a break today, which was all you seemed to be able to think about while grabbing your key.

You looked up at the door, and noticed something slightly off. The door was just the slightest bit ajar, as if it was deliberately cracked for you to see. Someone was inside. Waiting for you. You held in your groan as you came to this conclusion.

You really couldn’t catch a break.

Despite your better judgement, you devised a quick plan in your mind. You could probably protect yourself, right? You closed your eyes in a blink, and imagined your kitchen. The plasticky tiles on the floor, the dent in your countertop from dropping a mug, the wooden cupboards that you’d quickly fallen in love with. The next moment, you were standing in your kitchen, right next to your silverware.

As quiet as you could possibly manage to be, you slipped your sharpest and largest knife from its home in a wooden block, and defensively in front of you. Creeping out of the kitchen and into your hallway, you examined area by area for any sign of intrusion, pointing your knife with every turn.

After finding nothing and no one, at the end of the hallway you turned, walking back down and stopping in front of your living room after noticing a few dark stains on your carpet.

You took a deep breath before walking into the open space, the pit in your stomach growing at the thought of what it was that you were about to find.

With a few timid steps, you found a shirtless Steve Rogers, sat on your couch, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut in pain as he released shallow breaths and attempted to apply pressure to a wound. With one look at him, you yelped and involuntarily found yourself back in the hallway outside of the room, your fear strong enough to force you into teleportation.

“Funny seeing you here,” Steve began, and you stalked back into the room, your steps slightly less fearful as you stepped over his discarded tactical gear.

“Steve?” You whispered, setting the knife on a random bookshelf before kneeling down on the floor next to him. You had a plethora of questions, but you couldn’t decide what was the most important. “I- Are… What happened?”

He shrugged weakly.

“Okay, well how badly are you hurt?” You questioned apprehensively.

“Pretty badly,” he responded.

You nodded slowly while you attempted to process the entire situation. You couldn’t tell if this was a scene from your wettest dream, or worst nightmare. “I’ll be right back,” you muttered, leaving the room to grab some water to help you speed up your healing process.

As you reentered your living room, you set down the bowl of water and squatted down next to Steve once again. Dipping your hands in the liquid, and placing them on an open head wound, you found it appropriate to question him.

“Steve,” you began, watching the forehead laceration quickly shrink into a small scar. “Why are you here?”

“I had nowhere else to go,” he put plainly.

“A hospital, maybe?” you added, pushing away the hand that was currently holding down a rather bloody wound on his upper arm, and exchanging it for your own.

“Something tells me that a hospital isn’t the best place for a guy of my legal status to be at right now,” he countered while you halted your attempt to reduce the size of the wound, cracking your stiff knuckles in preparation for the final push of closing the abrasion. “Besides, this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this before. You remember S-“

“San Francisco. Right,” you cut Steve off, and brushed off the previous comment. “This is gonna hurt a little,” you warned. before setting your fingers down, and putting an obscene amount of pressure on the bicep wound.

Steve grit his teeth so hard that you swore you could hear it. His muscles clenched as you resumed your attempt to soothe the sore.

“Hey, look at me,” you used your free hand, and gently pushed his cheek so that he was looking at you. “If I distract you, it’ll hurt a lot less. Trust me.”

He seemed to agree with you, and took in a deep breath while the corner of his eye twitched.

“How did you even find my apartment?” you asked, using your pinky to tilt his chin up, and force his view away from the cut.

“It wasn’t that hard, I mean, we’ve been tracking you and that ‘financial firm’ you work in for years,” he spoke through clenched teeth.

“You sure it’s not because you like to keep a personal tab on me?”

“No! Why would I…?”

“Because if all the Avengers knew where me and my teammates reside, we’d all be locked up already.”

“Fine, maybe I pulled a few strings. It’s just because I think you’re the biggest threat to the general public.”

“Really? The woman with the least destructive powers of all of us, not the one with super strength? Or the one who could manipulate elements? Or even, I don’t know, the person leading us?” you chuckled a bit at the poor excuse.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, but you could clearly see the soft flush on his face.

“It’s okay, Steve. We all have our favorite coworkers.”

“We aren’t coworkers, though.”

“It seems like you’re gonna need all the allies that you can come across. Don’t get picky with me now,” you tutted, finalizing your work on his peck, and leaving behind a small, pink scar.

You let out a breath of exhaustion as you pulled your hand away, and pointlessly shook out your wrists.

“You alright?” Steve questioned, adjusting himself a bit on the sofa and grunting at the rather simple task.

“Fine. What else needs attention?”

He gestured to the light bruising on his ribs that only seemed to be getting darker by the moment.

“We should take a break first, though. You seem tired.”

“I told you that I’m perfectly fine,” you countered, setting one hand on your chest, and pointing a lazy finger at Steve, “you’re the one that needs a break.”

Steve grabbed your finger and gently pushed it down, “I don’t really, but maybe we should take a break.” He gave you a kind smile, and your heart fluttered. Even bartered and bloody, Steve managed to make you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Well, any great Captain America plans to get yourself out of this mess?” you leaned against the sofa, and twisted your torso slightly so that you could get a good look at your visitor.

“Nope, not yet,” Steve pursed his lips slightly. “Any input from the lady who seems to get out of every rock and hard place she finds herself in?”

You snickered, and shook your head at this, “not at the moment. But you have me on speed dial, right? I can get back to you when I think of something,” you joked with a wink.

“I would laugh, but I’m honestly a little nervous that my lung might pop if I do.”

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you scooted away from him so you could be closer to the bowl of water once again. “Why did we take a break? You need urgent medical attention.”

“You needed a moment.”

You shook your head and frowned, catching the inside of your bottom lip between your teeth, “don’t do that again.”

You dunked both of your hands in the water, then turned back around and set your damp hands on the bruising on Steve’s ribs, closing your eyes in concentration as you addressed the damage.

Steve howled out in pain, making you flinch as a result. With the hand doing less work, you blindly pat around in a search for something to shove into his mouth and dampen the noises he was currently making. Eventually settling on a blanket, you shoved the fabric deep into his mouth.

“Sorry,” you uttered while the muted noise of his pain rang through your ears, “neighbors.”

The task wasn’t the easiest for you either, healing what seemed like such a large break or fracture following several other injuries was depleting your energy quickly. Your arms and hands trembled as you began to watch the splotchy yellow mark begin to blend into the rest of Steve’s skin, and you were becoming more and more light headed by the second.

Feeling somewhat satisfied with your work, you pulled your shaky hands away, and leaned away from Steve’s body before losing your balance, and falling back onto your plush floor.

Steve yanked the blanket from his mouth, sticking out his tongue for a second as he attempted to pull a spare string from his mouth. He sat up rapidly, and looked down at you with raised brows, and big, frightened eyes.

“Y/N?” he asked breathily, still exhausted from his own exertion, “you still with me?”

Your chest rose and fell slowly, and you were silent for a moment before responding, “I just need a minute.”

Steve relaxed back into the sofa with the knowledge that you were at least still conscious, and waited a few beats before he spoke again, “thanks,” was all that he managed to utter.

The two of you sat there in an extremely loud silence, the only other noise being your nearly synchronized panting.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you announced after what felt like hours on your floor. You slowly rose, and dragged yourself to the bathroom in your bedroom. Hitting the shower valve, then sitting atop your countertop you let the suite fill with steam, reflecting on your bizarre day, but most of all, your interaction with Steve.

You let yourself dwell on this while you stood in the shower, forehead pressed against the warm tile as you considered the implications of every word shared between the two of you, and how you’d let this tiny crush get so far ahead of you. Maybe it really was a good idea to take some time away from New York. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you failed to catch onto the sound of the floorboard that loudly creaked in your living room, or the soft click of your front door opening and closing.

Changing into some more comfortable clothing, you exited the bathroom, and ultimately your own room ready to offer up your shower to Steve, and possibly even talk about your feelings in a serious manner with him. Yet, by the time you arrived at the couch that had held him just a half hour ago, it was vacant. In fact, your whole apartment was vacant. You’d checked three whole times.

Ending your fruitless search on your balcony, you settled down into the single plastic beach chair that you kept outdoors, and draped the blanket from your sofa that had previously been in Steve’s mouth around your shoulders. The chill of the night air contributed to the sting of your eyes when they welled up, and you told yourself that it was silly to ever think that this, you and him, could ever happen in the first place.

Gazing up at the stars, you cursed yourself for being so naive. For letting yourself fall so fast, and so hard for someone you knew so out of reach. The stars seemed to mock you, in all of their billions of years of knowledge.

Yet, part of you was comforted by the knowledge that Steve could be viewing the same constellations as you.

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a/n: listen. i feel like these idiots have a lot of potential so if you want me to write any more of them i am totally down!

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #captain america x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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astrovian · 3 years

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Richard Armitage interview in Total Film Magazine (25/06/21)

Full transcript under cut

Are you talkin’ to me?

I am talking to you. If I’m perfectly honest, I’d rather be face to face, because I’m sick of Zoom. I went back to work on the show that I’m on at the moment, for Netflix. The first day on set, I could barely get any work done, because I was talking and talking. They kept offering me a chair, and I said, “No, I don’t need to sit down. I’ve been sat on my arse for a year!”

Do you feel lucky, punk?

I’ve been incredibly lucky. I’ve dabbled with having my celestial chart looked at every couple of years, just for a little tune-up. Every time, the guy sighs, and goes, “What can I say? You’ve just got a sprinkle of luck.” And I say, “That’s good, because I don’t have the talent, so I really need the luck!”

So what are you afraid of?

I’m very afraid of deep water. I’m afraid of drowning. Any job I’ve ever had where there’s been water involved, there’s usually some kind of incident. It’s a prophecy waiting to be told. And I’m afraid of failure. I often think, “Why did I pick a profession where failure is at your door every second of the day?” I’m quite tough on myself, so I fail more than I win.

Do you have a mixtape coming out?

No, I haven’t recorded an album. But I do make a little mixtape for every character I play. It’s the best part of the job, really. You just sit there for a couple of days, just going through endless albums on Spotify. For [Francis Dolarhyde on] Hannibal, I used some really freaky music, which helped.

What’s normal, anyways?

Literally nothing anymore. Everything – every single thing – is abnormal. Gosh, I crave normality, but I don’t know what that is now. What is normal…? A cheese sandwich.

Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?

Life is easy when you’re a kid. That’s one of the things about being an actor – you get to relinquish that responsibility, and still pretend you’re a kid, because you live in that imaginative world all the time. I quite like it. I find it hard to grow up.

We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?

Yeah. I think I’m a little mad. I’ve often played characters that are dabbling with trauma or post-traumatic stress or a little bit of insanity. I can start hallucinating, and seeing people in very strange ways, especially when I haven’t eaten. And I just think, “Oh, gosh, that’s a bit strange, isn’t it? I better get a cheese sandwich.”

You talk the talk, do you walk the walk?

It’s taken me years to find what I define as authenticity, because I think that’s what the question is about. I think I’m authentic. I do the work, not because anyone’s looking over my shoulder. I do it for me. And I do it because I love it. So I think that’s walking the walk.

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Every night! There is a naughty, dark side to me. I am quite strongly affected by the moon. So if there’s a full moon I’ll go a bit crazy.

You ever have that feeling that you’re not sure if you’re awake or you’re dreaming?

All the time. That’s one of the things I tap into a lot, because I’m quite active through my sleep. I can wake up fully dressed, on the other side of the room. I will be convinced I’ve met somebody, or been somewhere, that has actually been a dream. It’s very useful for writing and dreaming up ideas for a character.

Do you like what you do for a living, these things you see?

Often I question, “Why on earth did I pick this career?” Because I’m so not the kind of person that should be an actor. I’m a recluse. I’m an introvert. I don’t like being looked at. [laughs] But I get to see the world through other people’s eyes, and that’s where the fascination lies.

Will you follow me, one last time?

Yeah, what’s your Twitter handle? [laughs] I was having a chat with Jimmy Nesbitt about this. I feel like there was a ‘me’ before [the Hobbit trilogy], and a ‘me’ after, in terms of my career, and life experience. We were not prepared for it. I thought I was going to be fired. And it turned out to be the most incredible adventure. I’ll go to my grave with the most intense memories of New Zealand.

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haikyuu-sins · 3 years

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My heart is broken over the Traffy angst. Is there any depth you can't reach! If I may, what if law has a somewhat meek s/o and one day they all find themselves in a sticky situation. Law lost the upper hand, and his s/o being held by her hair, decides to be a bad ass, grabs the enemies knife and cuts it off to save Law, or give him time to get free?

Oh gosh thank you! I know this is so long after that angst but I’ve been super busy with school and I have midterms, papers and exams this week so it’s been pretty hectic to say the least 😅 I probably won’t be able to finish what’s in my ask box for another few days at least but I needed the break so I’m doing this one for now, hope you enjoy!

Mentions of beating and blood since there’s a fight.

*******Law x Reader

Law had used one too many Rooms and his energy was dangerously low. You could tell by how you could see his breath in the frigid air and you were nearly at the same level. Your shoulders drooped and the enemy in front of you still stood tall with a smirk plastered across his ugly face. There was nowhere to run to, you were cornered as you fell to your knees.

How did any of this even happen? It was all so quick and you never imagined you would be meeting this strong of a crew so quickly after crossing into the New World. Of course Law knew the risks of going, but if he didn’t then what was the point in trying to get the One Piece?

Something got shot at Law and he didn’t have time to react to it. There was nothing you could do because before you knew it, a fist collided with your jaw. Your vision went black and you blinked rapidly trying to regain your sight. The man leaned down to your level, grabbing you by a fistful of your hair and shoving your face into the cold, snow-clad ground. Your ears began to ring and your vision doubled as you saw drops of blood begin to hit the snow when he lifted you back up.

“This is the New World. No one said it was supposed to be a walk in the park.” At this point, you could see Law who was grabbing his bloodied arm as he steadied himself with his sword that was lodged into the crunchy snow. He tried to use his devil fruit but you noticed that nothing happened. “Ya’ know, sea stone bullets are real nice out here. Even if they go through their body, they still have some remnants left inside so it’s a win win for us.”

Your eyes widened hearing those words. He had a sea stone bullet in him? “Law!” you screamed out as he looked up at you. His brows furrowed at the pitiful state you were in and there wasn’t much he could do about it at the moment. But you could. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the man beside you had a knife on him. Without much thought, you quickly snatched it off of him and did the only thing you could think of: you reached up and sliced your hair off, knicking the man’s fingers in the process as you hear the shink of your hair being cut from his grip.

He recoiled back, hissing in pain. But with the strength you could muster up, you stood and started sprinting towards the man who was still pointing a gun at your captain. With dangerous accuracy, the knife that you still held was thrown at the man at a speed the even Law didn’t know you could attain. The blade impaled his hand making him drop the gun he was holding with a yelp. Without thinking, you grabbed it as it hit the ground.

“Law get back to the ship.” you tell him, pointing the barrel of the gun at the person in front of you. “I’ll try to hold them off as long as I can but you need to go. I know you can’t use your powers right now and you’re not looking good right now.

He simply stared up at you in awe from his knees. Law knew that you weren’t in the best of shape either but you were risking your life for him. Slowly, he stood up next to you. “That’s your captain you’re speaking to, you know. You really shouldn’t take me so lightly.” he smirked in your direction. His arm was still bleeding heavily, but he didn’t want to leave you alone to fend for yourself. Who knows what would happen to you.

“You’re the one that would probably be dead if I didn’t do anything, you know.” you tease him with a smile.

By some stroke of luck, the two of you were able to defeat these two with the rest of your combined strength. He didn’t know how, but he was still standing-though not for long. As soon as they were defeated, he collapsed. “We have to get back to the ship, Y/N-ya… You’re going to have to help me get this bullet out…”

Your eyes widened when he said that. “I’m not a surgeon! That’s you!”

“Well, the surgeon can’t do surgery on himself when his devil fruit powers won’t work, now can he?”

You bite your lip as you help him up. “Okay...”

“Just listen to me and you’ll do fine.” he tried to reassure you as the two of you made your way back to the ship. Everyone was already on it since Law told them to stay back while. They were all yelling at the bloodied sight of you two but Law managed to quiet them down, telling them that you would need it to be quiet to help him remove the bullet.

“Aye Aye Captain!” you heard Bepo yell out, just knowing that he was saluting him.

“Law I don’t know if I can do this…” you murmured out. He sat down on the table after grabbing everything you’d need and rinsing his own wound off. You watched him wince in pain as the water ran over it.

“You’ll be fine. I don’t think the bullet is that deep anyway.” He saw how your hands shook and he grabbed them. “I need you to help me. You can handle it. I know you can.”

Law’s touch almost immediately soothed you. It was strange having Law, the one who has a bullet in him being the one soothing you, but it worked. You did exactly what he told you, slowly and methodically, not wanting to hurt him or do anything to mess up his arm.

“See?” moved his shoulder in a circle a bit to loosen it up. “You did perfectly fine. Now I know who to ask to stitch me up when I get shot.”

“Please no…”

He almost laughed and his smile dropped slightly. Though not in a bad way; more like being deep in thought. You didn’t understand before you felt his fingers card through your hair.

“I almost forgot about that...I haven’t looked in the mirror yet.”

“Never thought you’d do something like that for me. I don’t think I’ve said thank you yet either-so thank you.” he pulled you into his chest and kept you close. “I’m glad you’re safe.” Law hated seeing that look on your face. When he looked up to see you covered in your own blood, it made his heart lurch. You were such a gentle and kind soul, and you didn’t deserve any of that. But you toughened up and saved his life. Normally Law would never put himself in situations like that, but being in the New World was on a completely different level and he didn’t know what to expect.

He stroked your now short hair. “Just know that you still look beautiful,” there was a short pause, “and sexy if I do say so myself.”

You could feel your face heating up against his chest and you were beginning to get embarrassed at the complement. “Stop it!”

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law scenario #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar-law-headcanons #trafalgar-law headcanons #law headcanons #one piece x reader #op trafalgar law

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meliaaizawa · 3 years

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HEAT OR HIZASHI

The Aizawas make a choice after their A/C breaks.

Word count: 1,689

*Meiya’s POV*

“Oh, good gosh!” I said as Shota and I entered our apartment. Summer season was now in full swing, meaning it was hot outside. Walking to and from school was rather uncomfortable, but we were always quickly relieved by the coolness of air conditioning. This evening, however, it felt just as hot in our apartment as it did outside. We shut the door behind us and Sho immediately went to the thermostat. “30 degrees,” he read out loud with a sigh. “The A/C broken?” I asked, fanning myself off with my hand. “I’ll check with the landlord,” Sho replied, taking out his phone.

I headed back to our bedroom and took off my hero costume, putting on a tank top and pair of shorts instead. I walked back out to the living room as Shota got off the phone. I looked at him with raised eyebrows, pulling my hair back and tying it into a bun. “They’re unsure when it’ll be fixed. Could be tomorrow, could be next week,” he answered my look. “Well let’s hope it’s tomorrow,” I replied before going to our closet to pull out our electric fans.

Shota also changed out of his hero costume into a pair of shorts and pulled his hair back into a messy bun. I set up the fans in the kitchen, facing them towards the kitchen table where we would be sitting for a while. I pulled some leftovers from the fridge, not bothering to heat them up, as the coolness of the rice and meat would be refreshing. I also got out some cold milk to pour into the cats’ bowls, which they were thankful for.

After we finished eating, Shota cleaned up all the dishes while I got all our paperwork from school. We continued to sit at the table and grade all the papers and tests that we had, even more silently than normal, as if speaking would waste what little energy we had left… the heat was so draining. By the time I finished my papers, I was ready for bed. Sho had more to grade, but I was normally in bed before him anyways. I organized my papers and got up from my seat. “Night,” I said, kissing his cheek and bringing one of the fans to the bedroom with me.

I took a cold shower, brushed my teeth, set up the fan, then laid on top of the blankets on the bed. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, and finally managed to fall asleep. I don’t know how long I had been sleeping when I suddenly woke up with a hot flash. Sho was in bed next to me, and though he was on the edge of the opposite end, in my sleep I managed to scoot right next to him, causing him to drape an arm around me instinctively. Though this was how we usually slept, and though sleeping in his arms normally helped me sleep better, tonight it was unbearable.

I wriggled out from under his arm and sat up straight, causing him to stir awake as well. He looked at me for a moment before turning with a grunt so that he was laying on his side facing the fan that was pointed towards him. I scooted to the opposite end of the bed, sitting in front of the other fan, trying to cool off. I got up to get a sip of water, then unrolled our sleeping bag on the floor right beside our bed. I laid on top of that and managed to fall back into a restless sleep until the morning.

We followed our normal morning routine best we could, though we were both exhausted and hot. We finally felt relief when we walked through the doors of U.A. into the sweet, blessed A/C. We headed to the staff room and got situated at our desks. The A/C felt so good… almost too good… to the point that I felt my eyelids grow heavy as I sat at my desk. My head suddenly felt heavy as well, and it began to droop to the side, but was caught by Shota’s shoulder next to me.

“WAKEY WAKEY!!!!” I heard the loud voice of Hizashi say, causing me to open my eyes and look up at him. “Shota always looks dead to the world, but this is a new look for you, Mei!! Didja stay up too late last night partying?” he asked jokingly. I sat up straight and yawned. “You know me,” I said, rolling my eyes and stretching. “Our A/C is broken… and it’s hard getting a full night of sleep in the heat,” I explained, looking at my husband beside me, whose eyes were shut, and arms were crossed, sleeping while sitting straight up.

“You two are always welcome to crash at my bachelor pad!!” he offered. “Well, it may be fixed today, so we should be fine,” I replied with a shrug, knowing full well that Sho wouldn’t want to stay at our obnoxious friend’s apartment. I reached over and gently grabbed Shota’s shoulder. “It’s about time for class to start,” I said softly as he sleepily opened his eyes. “Mm,” he grunted with a nod of acknowledgement before stretching and getting his things ready for class.

That evening, Shota and I walked home as per normal, arriving at a once again hot apartment. “Still no A/C?” I said to myself as I approached the thermostat. “32 degrees… even hotter than last night,” I said, turning to Shota, who was taking off his scarf. “Should we go stay with Zashi?” I asked. He looked at me with a furrowed brow. “It’s not that hot,” he said unzipping his jumpsuit. Just as I expected, Sho wouldn’t want to stay at Zashi’s place… One of Shota’s most valued possessions was privacy, and we both knew we certainly wouldn’t be getting much of that at Hizashi’s place.

Neither of us had any papers to grade this evening, and honestly didn’t have much of an appetite, so after changing I sprawled myself out on the floor of the living room, hoping it would cool me off somehow. Kohi and Lotte both appeared from behind the couch and stretched themselves out on the floor near me, having the same idea of cooling off. Sho came down the hall, stopping at the end of it and looking at the state of the living room floor. I looked up at him and asked, “can we please just go to Hizashi’s?'' to which he responded with a long sigh.

“We have to pick our poison… Heat or Hizashi… I’d rather choose the one that won’t actually kill us,” I said. “So, the heat?” he said deadpan, though I knew he was teasing. I chuckled as he walked over to me and offered me his hand to help me stand up. I shot Hizashi a text that we were coming over, then went and packed an overnight bag for us. While Shota got the cats into their crate to bring them with us, I quickly made a call to the radio station that Hizashi worked for on weekends… the station manager owed me a favor. Once we had everything together, we left the heat of our apartment and entered the heat of the outdoors.

As we approached Hizashi’s apartment building, both our phones buzzed at the receiving of a group text from Hizashi. “Randomly got called in to do the overnight shift at the radio station, but I left the door unlocked, so make yourselves at home!!! See you at school!!!” Shota read the message aloud as we walked. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and looked at me with an eyebrow raised, immediately having a feeling that I was behind it. “Well, isn’t that convenient?” I commented with a small chuckle, causing Sho to smirk at me.

We got to his apartment and let ourselves in, releasing the cats as we got inside. They had been there before, as Hizashi had watched them while we were away, but it had been a while since I had been there. As per his explanation, it was still very much a “bachelor pad” with a foosball table instead of a kitchen table, dirty dishes everywhere, a pile of unfolded laundry on the fold-out couch, and a mantle with photos of himself and an array of his radio show awards on display.

Shota stood in front of the mantle, looking at the display with a disgusted look on his face. “This is what my nightmares are made of,” he commented, shaking his head. I chuckled at his comment and then got a chill, causing my whole body to suddenly shake. “It’s so chilly in here… I’m gonna sleep so good tonight,” I said before yawning, as just mentioning sleep made me sleepy. “Ready for bed?” Shota asked, seeing how big my yawn was. “Mmhmm,” I replied sleepily, still tired from the lack of sleep the night before.

Shota reached into the bag he packed some stuff in and pulled out our two-person sleeping bag. I looked at him wide-eyed, wondering how he managed to fit it in the bag. He shrugged and commented, “I knew the couch would be inaccessible,” looking over at the messy couch. I smirked at him as he spread the sleeping bag out on an empty space on the living room floor and crawled inside it. He held it open for me, and I crawled in right next to him, helping him zip it up once I was inside.

The two cats finished their exploring and joined us in the living room, curling up on top of the sleeping bag. It was quite chilly in Hizashi’s apartment, so Shota wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, as I was shivering slightly. I buried my face deeper into his chest, and he planted a kiss on my forehead before resting his scruffy chin on top of my head. It didn’t take long for me to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, undisturbed by heat or Hizashi.

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City Slicker, Cowboyfriend - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, nerves, mentions of covid.

Words: 2163

Summary: You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

A/n: This isn’t a request or one of my Valentines day fics, this is just something that I have had stuck in my head ever since Owen posted this on IG and bc I’m facing total writers block with my other pieces I cranked this one out in a few hours to get the ball rolling again. Hopefully. Enjoy this totally unproofed, fluffy madness!! (Because who doesn’t need more Owen content in their life?)

There are perks to moving and one of them is undoubtedly: shopping. For furniture, home decor, kitchen utensils, whatever! Granted, shopping alone can be tedious and, for some, like pulling teeth, thus, I’ve enlisted the help of my best friends Leila and Chelsea. I didn’t even have to bribe them to come because everyone loves getting lost in Ikea. It’s one of the best things about the human experience.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in an Ikea,” Leila says to no one in particular as we walk through the onslaught of staged bedrooms.

“What?! Are you telling me you don’t get meatballs and lawn chairs on a weekly basis?” My exaggeration makes Leila laugh as she steps into one of the display kitchens. Looking between me and Chelsea she asks,

“What would you do if I turned the handle then a jet of water sprayed out?”

“Die, I guess.”

The three of us continue through the faux house displays and past the mattresses despite Leila’s urge to jump on every single one. As we walk through the section of different lighting features, I sigh with a frown as I think about college. I changed my bachelor’s to an associate’s so I could graduate in two years. Chelsea’s parents moved out here at the end of our senior year in high school, and she moved with them to study in Norman. Leila in turn went to Arizona for an athletic physical therapy gig, leaving me to face college alone in L.A.. In the two years the three of us were apart, we missed each other more and more, and after determining which of the three states we lived in was cheapest, we packed up and headed East. Covid kind of delayed our plans. But after a few months, I picked Leila up from Arizona and together we chased open job opportunities into Norman, Oklahoma. The three of us found an apartment space to live in together and thus, we ended up in Ikea on this fine Sunday afternoon.

Snapping back into reality I see Leila standing directly under a light that’s hanging very low from the ceiling. Once standing directly underneath it, she pulls down her mask and opens her mouth, rising to her toes to eat the fixture.

“Leila, don’t you dare fellate that light bulb! You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

I swear I’m practically their mom when it comes to behaving in public. Figuring they can’t hurt themselves in the college dorm section, I lead them quickly through it and into the giant furniture warehouse section. On the far wall, I see a large poster of a couple smiling brightly behind Chelsea, but I don’t bother to read the text. Leila and I spot the poster at the same time, and the imagery jogs her memory.

“Chelsea, how’s Hunter? Haven’t heard from him slash about him in like a week,” she asks about Chelsea’s boyfriend of a year.

“Oh, yeah, he tore a ligament in his wrist.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I guess he moved it wrong or something and put too much stress on the area that it just tore. He was moving hay bales into the horse stables.”

“As opposed to the chicken stables,” Leila judges under her breath, which makes me snicker as a result.

“I still can’t believe you’re dating a literal cowboy,” I interject, “Like, I know we’re in Oklahoma, and he’s from Tennessee, but we saw Texas on the way out here and that’s cowboy country. Norman seems more...” I trail off in search of delicate phrasing.

“Just barely marry your cousin territory, but still downing chewing tobacco whilst driving a lifted truck?” Leila hits the nail squarely on the head.

“Yeah, that sounds about right-” Before I can continue giving my thoughts on Norman, I cut myself off at the sound of laughter behind me.

“Sorry. We weren’t trying to eavesdrop, that was just really funny.” When I turn around, I see a guy roughly our age dressed in all black with bleach-blonde hair, speaking through light, broken laughter.

“No worries,” I dismiss the apology as we pass by one another, and out from the dressers section. The three of us continue into the different sections, and come to a stop once I see we’re exactly where we need to be: dining room shit!

“Cowboy boyfriends aside- oh my gosh: cowboy boyfriends. Cowboyfriends,” I say getting lost in my new terminology. Both of my friends share a mix of laughter and gasps and my ingeniousness. “Anyway. Cowboyfriends aside, how is Avery?” I ask Leila who begins blushing madly.

“She’s really good. We were just making plans for our three year anniversary, which reminds me to tell y’all I’m flying back to Phoenix to surprise her.”

“Awwww,” I nearly tear up and the sweet image of Leila and her girlfriend reuniting, “Y’all are so cute. Both of you and your partners. You know, being the only single friend in this group has made life suck a lot. Y’all are so happy and in love and not dead inside. Honestly? Get fucked both of you.” Despite my harsh words, the three of us break into a lighthearted conglomerate of laughter.

“We’ll find you someone… eventually.” Leila pretends she also can’t hear the last part of her sentence despite being the one saying it.

“I know, but I don’t think it’s in the cards for me to find love in Norman. I don’t need a cowboyfriend, and we’re not gonna find a true city slicker here either.”

When I finish my statement, I see our blonde friend seems to have followed us. I observe he comes to a stop in front of another guy in a flannel with a shopping cart. The way they jump into conversation with one another parallels the animated body language Leila, Chelsey, and I share. I continue to watch their exchange as Chelsea speaks up.

“Maybe you need someone right down the middle.”

“Yeah, like a guy who drives a truck but uses it to transport Ikea furniture instead of a whole ass tree that he’ll carve into a chair.” A small laugh escapes my lips, at both Leila’s statement, and the scene ahead of Blondie pretending to strangle his friend over something. I’m snapped out of my nosy yet endeared stare as a third guy appears. He’s a sandy blonde with billowing locks tucked under a trucker hat. And he came from behind me and my two friends to place something in their cart which keeps his back toward me. When he turns back around, my mind goes blank. Any thoughts of shopping for dining room chairs has left my mind. He is wearing a face mask, but he has such nice eyes that he could have a giraffe snout under the mask for all I care. I see him look up from the shelves, directly into my eyes. We stay locked for a moment before he breaks away and turns to his friends. I slowly turn to my friends too who are both giving me the exact same look of excitement and conspiracy.

“He’s really cute,” I sigh out with a laugh, swooning much louder than I’d have preferred.

“He has a face mask on,” Leila points out, her expression dropping from excited to cynical.

“Still! I can just tell.”

“Girl, what are you doing? Talk to him!” Chelsea whisper-shrieks.

“Shhh, I cannot take you anywhere!”

Glancing back at the handsome stranger, we connect eyes once more and I feel my face heat furiously as I realize he was already looking at me. I’m the first to break; I consult my friends for the best course of action and as I’m turned 180 to face them, Chelsea starts pretending to hyperventilate excitedly. Leila looks over my shoulder for me, discreetly surveying the other trio in the dining chairs aisle.

“Don’t look now, but he’s talking to his friends and looking between them and you.” I can hear in her voice she’s trying her best not to smile despite wearing a face mask.

“Should I give him my number?”

“Yes!”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m nervous! What if he’s gay?”

“Will you just get over there? I promise you a gay man would not be wearing what he’s wearing right now. Maybe a lesbian,” Leila adds for good measure.

“You guys are freaking me out, I need you to leave so I know you’re not judging my flirting.” I shoo my best friends out of the aisle as inconspicuous as possible. Kinda wish blondie would’ve done the same because when I turn back around, the other trio hasn’t moved and the only one looking at me is the one in all black. He quickly averts his eyes though and I take one last deep breath before walking over to the stranger. I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to fake a sense of confidence that I unmistakably don’t have right now.

“Hey.” Really, Y/n? Hey??

“Hey,” he greets back breathily. Why is he nervous? I’m the one who gets to be nervous! Man, he’s really cute. I can’t fuck this one up. I’m not doing so stellar right now. Perhaps you should say something else, dipshit?

“Uhm,” I should’ve scripted this. “I just wanted to say that-” You’ve got this. Don’t be a bummer. “I-uh, I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could give you my number?” My speech is slow, each word deliberate in spite of the fact that I feel like I’m having an out of body experience right now. I’m not the one in control of the words that are coming out of my mouth.

Upon realizing why I walked over, blondie’s friends take the question as a sign to leave and less than inconspicuously back away from the two of us. Trucker hat spares them one last glance over his left shoulder and judging by the look flannel gives him, they were definitely talking about me in their team huddle.

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna ask for your instagram- if you have one, that is.”

“I’m cool with both.” The two of us reach for our phones and unlock them with anxious hands. I move to hand him my phone with instagram open, and he trades me for his which has a new contact open. I type my name and put my favorite heart emoji next to it after triple checking the number is correct. Wow, you’re just so ballsy today, Y/n!!!!! I give him back the phone, scanning the instagram account he’s just opened and followed for me. I hear him exhale a little harder as a small laugh and can only imagine it’s from the stupid heart emoji.

“Owen,” I say in a hushed, endeared voice, fully not intending to say it out loud. “You have a million followers?! Oh, you’re an actor. OH… You’re an actor.” I really don’t need to be speaking my entire thought process right now in the middle of this Ikea. Exhaling a small laugh of my own, I see we already have a small bunch of mutuals, one of which is… Chelsea??? Looking up from my phone I turn around to see Chelsea and Leila watching the interaction from around the corner of one of the industrial shelves.

In the flurry of scattered likes, I see him find my account and follow me back. I accept the request, nervous of what he thinks of me without a face mask on. What do I think of him without a face mask on? Going back to his account, seeing his entire face is even better than just his eyes. I was right, Leila: he is cute.

“You’re really pretty,” I hear him almost sigh as he combs through the grid of my account. The comment makes my heart beat all the much faster and I finally look upward to get a glimpse of Owen in the flesh. Still as beautiful as the last time I checked!

Sparing a quick glance over my shoulder, he looks back down at me and laughs,

“I think your friends got tired of waiting.”

“I think yours did, too.” The other members of our trios come back into the aisle we had kicked them from more or less two minutes ago. We connect eyes once more and stare longingly, wordlessly at one another, so lost in each other’s beauty our friends have to break up the staring contest of infatuation.

“Y/n?” I hear Leila behind me.

“Uh, well, I have to get back to chair shopping, but- text me later?”

“For sure.”

“For sure,” I mimic his voice.

“Guess I’ll see you later. Y/n.”

“Yeah.” And with that, we’re pulled apart by our respective best friends, through the vast expanse of the Norman Ikea.

“What was that?” Chelsea asks, excitedly linking arms with me.

“I don’t know I- Wait, you have some explaining to do!”

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