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cassiopeiasdaughter · 10 months

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august

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

summary: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well. No Voldemort/war AU

warnings: !not proofread! underage alcohol consumption

word count: 4k

ao3 - Theo masterlist

You weren’t mine to lose

Theodore Nott knew that one day he would be asked to marry a pureblooded witch and have a family with her; not because he wanted it, but because that’s what is expected of him.

What he didn't know is that in his 7th year, his father would begin throwing women at him, witches he didn't know and didn't care to get to know.

He did his best to avoid his fathers constant complains and lectures, but time was not his friend and he needed to come up with a solution to his problem or he would soon be marrying a stranger.

You and Theo became somewhat friends during quidditch practice. Neither of you played quidditch but attended your friends practice meetings, since you had nowhere else to go.

You bonded over not being into sports and falling asleep during first period every Monday. You always knew you would find him near corners at parties, watching the crowd but never intending to join them.

You were a pureblooded witch, not part of the Sacred 28, definitely not a blood purist. He liked those things about you, it felt refreshing being friends with someone who did not care about such insignificant things.

You were also kind and thoughtful and always helped him when life felt heavy, that is why he was brave enough to ask you a very important favor.

"Absolutely not!", you shouted

"Shhhhh", students whispered.

Madam Pince walked to you, with a scowl on her face and her hands crossed tightly in front of her,

"Mr Nott, are you and your friend aware this is a library?", she said displeased.

"I am sorry, Madam Pince, it won’t happen again", you whispered fast

"Well that is what I expect of you, next time I hear you, you'll be jinxed off of here.", she replied and walked away.

Theo was looking at you innocently, begging you with his eyes to accept his proposal.

"Theo I will not pretend to date you", you whispered this time.

"Please, it won't be for more than three months, I just need my father to back off!", he explained

"Please, please, please!", he continued, "He will marry me off to a snob French witch, I am sure of it, and then I’ll be forced to have a bunch of kids with her, for the sake of the family line"

"I will end up 30 and more miserable than Snape!", he finished dramatically

You rolled your eyes at that and said, "Firstly, that is a bit dramatic and secondly, if we 'date' there is no way it will be only for three months."

He smirked at that "Well, love, if you wanted to be with me for more than that you could have said so from the start."

You hit him with your notebooks after that and he burst out laughing.

You saw Madam Pince behind him -not so entertained- mouthing "OUT" with her eyebrows raised.

He shouted your name while following you down the hallway,

"Please, think about it.", he begged

"Theo I told you-", you started but were cut off by a figure walking past you.

"Hello there.", says Finn with a smile that could persuade you to do anything he wanted.

Truth is you have had a crush on the boy ever since you met him. He is in a different House than you and you never get the chance to talk to him. You always try to master up the courage during parties but you can never find the right time. He hangs out with your friends but you feel too foolish to admit your crush to them, so you are stuck with greetings in hallways and daydreaming during class.

"Hi", you respond with a blush on your face and an awkward smile.

Finn continues walking; but your mind is stuck on the way he looked at you and his smile and;

"So that is why you won't be my fake-girlfriend."

"I- what?", you turn to find him smirking like an idiot and reply "Shut up", as you walk by him, taking long strides.

"Wait wait.", he says while trying to catch up to you.

"Maybe this can help us both.", he says after running in front of you to stop you.

"How could this help me?", you say back, "Not that I want any help!", you add quickly

"Well in the case that you did want my help, I can - as a teenage boy- testify that jealousy goes a long way."

"Please, jealous? He doesn't even know my name, why would he care if we dated?"

"Along with jealousy, being seen with someone else makes you more attractive", he adds quickly

"That is stupid and disgusting."

"It is the way the world works, love." he smiles deviously "So what do you say will you be my fake girlfriend?" he says as he extends his hand into a handshake

"No" you reply, smacking his hand away.

"I will see you tomorrow for breakfast, I'd tell you to ask Pince, she's a proper catch and your dad would approve, but I’m not sure she'll say yes after what happened today.", you say sarcastically

"Oh you wound me so.", he sighs dramatically "Maybe I'll ask McGonagall with a flock of birds to impress her."

You laugh at that before wishing eachother goodnight.

You lie on your bed thinking about Theo and his proposal; about Finn and how stupid your crush feels. About how stupid boys make you feel, how you wish you had more experience with them, more confidence.

You wished you were one of those people who went out to get what they wanted, the ones who fought for themselves, didn’t sit around in the corners with a comfort blanket draped around their shoulders.

“Maybe this can help us both” he said

Would it honestly be that bad to pretend to be Theos girlfriends for a few months?

You trusted him and knew he would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you would have to set a couple of rules to be sure there would be no misunderstandings, but things could work out.

You quickly got dressed the next day and found him eating breakfast alone; like he did every morning, being the first of his friends to wake up this early.

You sat across from him and begun putting fruit and pastries on your plate while he filled your coffee cup; another habit of his.

“I will do it”, you said calmly

His eyes shot up at yours and before he could say anything you let out a hiss of pain and stared at the coffee spilling from the overflowing cup to your hands and plate.

“But-“ you continued more serious now “we need to set up a few rules.”

“I love rules” he replied while drying your hands with a napkin and then switching your plates so he got the drenched-in-coffee one.

"Okay well, firstly I would appreciate it if this arrangement stayed between the two of us- I am not exactly thrilled to be mocked by the whole Slytherin house for the rest of the school year.", you said looking him in the eye

“Easy- done”, he exclaimed “You have to come with me to a Ball and meet my father.”

“I- you should know it will be very awkward”, you said apologetically

“No need to worry, it will take no more than ten minutes, he isn’t a people person, I just need him to believe that I am dating you.”, he explained quickly.

"Fine, I guess, but after we end this won’t he keep on pressuring you? We can’t keep this on forever you know.", you said

"Well, of course not; I just need him to get off my back until we graduate, then I can be free of him."

"Okay then, do we need to pretend at school? Your father won’t be here to see us.", you asked

"Yes, but the children of his friends will be and then he’ll find out Slytherins are terrible gossipers, you know.", he joked

"Fine okay, but we won’t do anything extreme", you said with a serious tone

"Not unless you ask me", he said grinning like the devil (wink wink)

You throw him a blueberry and he laughs before he picks it up and eats it

"What about you and loverboy? How do you want us to approach it?", he asked

Us rolls off his tongue way too easily, you think and feel a flutter in your stomach as you play it back

"Well , I haven’t thought about that, I am not sure I want to do anything really, I just want to forget it even happened.", you awkwardly say

"What 'happened', your feelings? It isn’t exactly something you can control .", he joked

"Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it is; if you are reasonable and smart." you say looking him in the eyes "Anyways, I got too distracted from the constant what if but now I have something else to focus on." you continue

"I can assure you I'll be the best fake girlfriend there is" , you say and smile

"It is a deal then.", he says extending his hand

"Yes.", you say shaking his hand this time.

The pretending started slowly, small touches in front of other students in the library, the Great Hall and on quidditch matches.

Spending weekends at Hogsmeade together, sharing butterbeer and going for walks with his arm behind your back or hands clasped together.

He would lend you his sweater and you would lend him your scarf, the one with your house colors.

He pretended he smelled you in his Amortentia and made a spectacle out of it in class; leaving you a blushing mess.

Eventually the Ministry planned a Ball; and you dreaded every second leading to it.

Theo helped you pick out a gown for it and walked you through the experience of a "Ministry party for the Miserable", as he called them

"Most of them will be boring themselves with talks about work; others will be drinking their boredom away and then there will be dancing. It will be over before you realize it, truly", he calmed you down

You agreed to meet him at the venue and you found him by the door playing with his wand while waiting for you.

"Some boyfriend you are-", you joked and his head immediately shot up to look at you "Making me come here alone, not walking me from the car, what will everyone say?", you said smiling and looped your arms around his, while he stared at you.

"My fair lady you have to forgive me, I will make it up to you." he shook his head and lead you both inside.

He spotted his father quickly and walked towards him. You felt terrified, couldn't exactly understand how a man sweet and kind; alive like Theo could have come from a man like his father.

He looked cold and mean and from what Theo had told you about him he was.

"Father" Theo said in a voice reserved just for his father and introduced you to him.

"I am sure you are familiar with her parents; they have an active role in the Wizarding community.", he said

You smiled at that; at his Slytheirn traits showing up when he needed them most.

"Ah yes, I remember your father in our Charity event a few months back.", he said with his strict voice, "I just wish Theodore would have bothered to tell me back then you two knew eachother."

You smile awkwardly and look at Theo who gives you a tired look.

"As I understand you are seeing eachother; how long has that been going on?", he asks

"A few months; but we have been friends for a few years now", you reply as calm as you can

"And what are your plans for after you graduate? Theo is going to work in the Ministry, I have friends in departments that can show him the ropes", he questions and you try to picture Theo in a Ministry 9-5 job and think it is just wrong.

"Well I am not sure yet; I was hoping to continue my studies and maybe get a master in Potions or Transfiguration. Passing NEWTs is the only thing on my mind right now.", you explain nervously

"Right. Well excuse me, I have to greet a few friends.", he says and leaves the two of you alone, once again.

You both leave out a breath you have been holding for a while.

"Didn't go that bad, right?", you ask

"No, uh it went fine.", he says with a troubled look, "Do you mind if we go outside?"

"Not at all, come on.", you say with a comforting voice and let him lead you outside.

You find a quiet place in the garden away from everyone. Finding company in the stars and each other.

"I hate him", Theo breathes and you don't know what to say back, how to comfort him.

So you take his hand in yours and hold it tightly.

"I am not taking the job at the Ministry, I won't.", he said

"What do you want to do?", you encourage him

He shakes his head before he answers.

"Slughorn offered to write me a recommendation letter, so I can study where he did. If I do well on the exams",

"But my father doesn't care about what I want, has not even bothered to find out.", he scoffs

"Well he can sod right off, respectfully, because he scares me." you say and he laughs

"You'll do great, you are so smart Theo, everything will work out, I am sure of it.", you say holding his hand

"Thank you.", he says smiling, "for everything."

You spend the rest of the night talking about life and the future, with your head on his shoulder and his thumb drawing circles in your hand.

As the school year progressed stress and anxiety were starting to get the best of everyone. Students were either practicing for a quidditch match or studying in the library.

That is why a few Gryffindors decided to host a party, to take a break from studying and celebrate the success that would surely be coming; "very Gryffindor of them" commented Theo.

While getting ready for the party you realized this would be the last time everyone would be having fun together and you felt nostalgia crash on you like the waves that destroy rocks.

What happens after school? You think.

Will you lose your friends? Will you lose Theo? Where will you go? What will you do?

There are questions you don’t know how to answer and that scares you.

Then your mind drifts to Finn and how you never did anything to get close to him no matter how much you liked him; liked because now he is a thing of the past, thanks to Theo you think, who took your mind off of him, kept you company.

Maybe, you think, faking a relationship with Theo made something deep inside you think that it wasn’t pretend. That Theo liked you more than a friend and that maybe you did too.

Did or do?, you think

Did, definitely did. Theo will get a masters in Potions somewhere and you will have to find your place in this world. Liking Theo isn’t something that should be happening right now- or ever with his terrifying dictator of a dad.

You laugh as you picture family holidays with the Notts.

“Knock knock”

You snap out of your thoughts and turn to find Theo leaning on your door, with his hands in his pockets .

“Ready?” He asks

You nod and he extends his hand “After you my lady”

“Shut up” you laugh as you let him hold you

Ronald Weasley waits for you by the portrait of the Fat Lady and lets you inside.

Everyone is dancing, snogging, drinking or doing all of those things together.

"I am going to get us drinks." shouts Theo and you give him a thumbs up as you walk into the crowd, trying to find some familiar face.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and see Finn smiling at you.

"Hi!" you beam at him

"Finally decided to let yourself have fun?", he asks playfully

"What do you mean?", you ask

"Well I haven't seen you in a party since you and Nott became a thing, come to think of it, before that you two would always find a quiet corner and stay there together.", he says

Before you get the chance to reply you feel an arm snake around your waist and Theos scent fills your lungs.

"Here you go, love" he says and hands you your drink "Finn, how are you mate?"

"I am fine Nott, preparing for Quidditch finals, nervous about the NEWTs?"

"Obviously, but what can I do besides studying?", he responds.

Awkward silence lays between the three of you. You cant wait to laugh with Theo about it, once Finn leaves.

"You are lucky your girlfriend is such a good listener. I remember once she let me explain the Star Wars films to her without falling asleep or complaining.", he said laughing

"How do you even remember that, it was ages ago", you say surprised

"You would be surprised. Now if you will excuse me, I need a refill."

You watched Finn leave and turned to see Theo looking at you with a calculating look.

"Looks like loverboy is back", he said

"Stop" you say and drag him with you to greet your friends and dance.

After a few hours you both decided you had enough social interactions for one night, so you decided to go back to your dorms.

As you were leaving you spotted Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, laughing and kissing eachother before disappearing into a broom closet together.

“Ah broom closets; the perfect shagging spot”, joked Theo

“What, you..” you stammer “in a…”

“Shagged in a closet? Yes”, he said smirking at your awkwardness

“Right” you replied

“What, you haven’t?" he asks and you shake your head

“Not even for a dare?”, he continued

“No, Theo I haven’t.” you say annoyed

He laughs and says “Don’t worry you aren’t missing much. Besides, the best shagging spot is the restricted section.”

“You are impossible.” , you say to him as you walk together side by side

“I am joking, nothing tops the comforts of a bed.”, he says jokingly

You remain quiet, I wouldn’t know, you think to yourself.

“Wait” he says “-have you ever?”

“Have I what?” You say annoyed

“Been with someone” he asks

“I, well, have you seen me date anyone, all these years we have been friends?”

“No, but you also never told me you like Finn, so how would I know what else you keep to yourself. "

“Liked, Theo, and can we please forget about that?”, you plead

“Alright I am sorry” he answers raising his hands

“Do you think it is weird I haven’t been with anyone? Yet?” You ask nervously

“Weird? No of course not, why?”

“Well you sounded very surprised, that is all”, you say

“No it isn’t weird, but if you want me to show you what it is like I-”, he said slowly

You hit his arm and cut him off “Shut up, honestly, you can sometimes be so annoying!”

He laughed and said “Sorry”

You continue walking without saying anything before he breaks the silence.

“I think he likes you”

“Nonsense, he talks to everyone”, you say while rolling your eyes

“Well then, he is an idiot”, he responds with a serious tone

You shake your head and laugh

“He really is”, he says again

And as you look up at him you see his eyes deeply focused on yours. The look on his face: something entirely new to you. Up until now you always thought Theodore Nott had shown you his real self, almost every part of him; but the way he looks at you now proves how wrong you have been.

His cheeks are flushed and you are sure if you were to touch him he’d burn you. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found; his lips are relaxed and asking for something; as if they have a mind of their own. His eyes are wandering over your features, not calculating but admiring.

His hand flies up to fix a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your face and gently places it behind your ear.

You look at his lips and at him, lost and surprised.

See you tomorrow, he whispers and before you get the chance to respond he walks away to his dorm.

What happened? you think for the rest of the night

Had you grown closer to Theo these past few months, without meaning to?

Had your feelings shifted and if yes when did that happen?

You felt empty as you woke up the next day. Did you feel for Theo what you had felt for Finn once? A made up scenario showing you what could have been?

No, you knew Theo, the version of him inside your head was the one that already existed.

He is kind and smart; he cares about you, always have; even before this agreement.

He always makes sure you feel safe, never pushes things too far.

What he said last night, the way he looked at you sends butterflies to your stomach. Would it be that ridiculous of you to think he has feelings for you?

And if he does have feelings for you, how do you feel about him?

Is he a friend or something more?

Have you just grown used to the attention he gives you? The pretending and faking.

Or do you want-need it to be real.

You will ruin everything and that scares you.

This is too much thinking before coffee, you think and head to the Great Hall.

You find him then with a mug in one hand and a book in the other, once he sees you he smiles, innocently, not a smirk; a greeting.

And that is enough for you to break down your walls, leave your fears behind.

You want him to smile at you; only you every time he sees you. You want to be with him, not only in front of others, always.

You want to tell him I love you and you also want to hear it from him. You want him to tell you his dreams and encourage yours. You want to spend every night with him and wake up in his arms. You want him to show you what it is like to be cared for, truly.

And that desire is enough for you to shed your fears away, because even if things go bad, at least you've tried; fighted.

"Goodmorning", he says as you take the seat next to him.

You smile at him "Goodmorning"

He fills your mug with coffee like he always does

"I don't want to keep pretending to be your girlfriend.", you say

His face darkens and his smile disappears, "Is it about last night? Did I make you feel uncomfortable, I-"

"I can't keep pretending.", you continue "If you want to be with me we have to stop pretending, I want to be with you for real."

"I-" he is speechless now, playing what you said over and over in his head.

"I am in love with you. And it is okay if you aren't, but I had to tell you. I can't fake it anymore.", you confess

He smiles now and grabs your face to kiss you before whispering in your lips, "Who said I was pretending?"

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dividers by the wonderful @saradika

not proofread, sorry for mistakes

#theodore nott #fake dating #Theodore Nott x reader #Theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott #harry potter fanfiction

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strawberrysturniolo · 4 months

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gaming // bf!chris

summary: you’re desperate for attention while your bf is playing a game with his brothers on twitch, and you distract him with a blowjob

My day has been filled with nothing but phone calls and stress. Work felt never ending, and when I finally clocked out, I had endless calls to make.

I could feel my anxiety dripping out of my skin with every bead of sweat that fell. I hate letting things have this power over me, but how can I stop it? At some point it just builds up and I have no choice but to let it take control. Right now, I’m fully checked out of everything for the day.

For some sort of break from life, I use my spare key to enter my boyfriend’s house. I would have given him a heads up and let him know I was on my way, but my phone was occupied with everyone else in the world, when all I wanted was to vent to Chris about my day so he could cheer me up like he always is able to.

I lock the door behind me and head to his room, knocking once on the door before letting myself in. He pokes his head out, his eyes wide in surprise, and I notice when I hear Matt and Nick talking to him through his headset that he had no idea who could have been coming into his room.

“Oh, hi,” he says, finally smiling and relaxing a bit when he realizes it’s me.

I toss my bag on his bed and kick my shoes off. “Hi.”

He nods his head to the monitor in front of him, and it’s at this moment that I realize that not only is he playing a game with his brothers, but he’s also streaming it in front of god knows how many viewers, who can all see me now. It’s a miracle I stopped myself from saying something vulgar before everyone heard.

I whisper a “Sorry” before stepping out of the frame.

When my back is turned, I hear Matt and Nick through the stream going, “Oooooo”

“Guys, shut up,” Chris says.

“Who could that be?” Matt asks although he knows it’s me. They’re just trying to tease Chris for my unannounced appearance during the stream.

He turns around in his chair, moving his headphones so one ear is out. “You wanna say hi?”

I let out an annoyed sigh, already wishing I could take it back, and this only grows when Chris’ face falls, thinking I was reacting that way to him. That’s not the case at all, I’m just mentally and physically tired, and the last thing I want is to be interrogated with questions in the stream’s chat, or feel like I need to entertain people.

“I’m not really in the mood,” I finally say.

Chris gives me a soft smile, noticing something is wrong. He always does. “That’s okay.”

He turns back to the screen, and it’s at this moment that I realize I’ve probably made myself look like a complete cunt in front of tens of thousands of people..

I walk behind Chris, bending over his shoulder a bit so I can see the screen better, scanning my eyes over the chat. “Hi guys, I’m sorry if I sound bitchy. I just had a bad day.”

Chris looks over to me and asks, “Wanna get ice cream later and we can chill?”

As silly as it sounds, one thing me and Chris have to do when we have a bad day is treat the other person to ice cream. It’s such a simple and somewhat foolish activity, but that’s the best part. When we have our days of stress, anxiety, and misery, we always make an effort to get ice cream to forget about our issues.

“When is later?” I ask, getting excited for our plan.

“In like an hour,” he guesses. “We’re still streaming.”

I nod, planning to designate this next hour to getting myself unready and trying to relax for the first time today.

As I undress myself, I can feel my boyfriend staring at me. I make sure I’m far from the camera, but my first thought when he stares is that I have just flashed our audience.

I turn back around to double check, only finding my boyfriend with red cheeks and a stupid smile. He quickly turns back around.

With my shirt and pants off, I purposefully let myself take more time to dress in something comfier, teasing him in front of a crowd of people online. I peek over my shoulder at him, finding him shifting uncomfortably. It’s relentless, like he can’t stop himself even if he tried.

He has a full shot of my ass when I bend over and dig for a pair of Chris’ sweatpants, finally opting for his blue Fresh Love set.

“Chris! Come on!” Nick shouts at him, noticing how distracted his brother has become.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he mutters before the sound of him clicking on his controller.

I laugh to myself at the idea of him becoming distracted, a sense of confidence growing inside of me knowing that I was the one who made him that way.

I stand next to him, staying out of the frame of the camera. I smirk at his boner, which only grows by the second. It’s prominent through his gray sweatpants.

He notices me staring. “Stop it,” he warns through gritted teeth.

I lower myself to the floor next to his gaming chair. My fingers take over, tracing over his thighs. He sucks in a sharp breath that is luckily mistaken as a missed shot on his opponent.

He quickly reaches up to his headset, muting his microphone before he says, “You better be careful,” in his normal volume.

“You better be careful,” I tell him. “You’re the one being watched by…” I peek at the monitor. “Seventy-five thousand people.”

His eyes dart between the screen and me. “Are you just going to tease me and try to embarrass me in front of everyone.”

I pout a bit, insulted that he would think so lowly of me. “Of course not,” I assure him. “I’m going to suck you off, and you’re gonna behave and make sure no one knows.”

He licks his lips, trying to act nonchalant. He does nothing but nod and sink a bit in his chair, making sure I will be completely out of the frame below him.

He returns to his game, spitting out insults at his brothers and trying to seem invested in their game as they continue to play.

My hands tug at the string of his sweatpants, loosening them before tugging them down to his thighs. He lifts his hips a little bit, helping me out without making anything too obvious.

His black briefs hug his dick. His erection is so clear and tight against his underwear, I can see him leaking out onto the fabric. My pussy clenches at the sight.

I trace my finger over where I know his tip is, following the pathetic splotch of pre-cum. His hips shift, and I squeeze his thigh as a warning.

I press soft kisses to his clothed dick, peering up at him and watching his expressions change, trying not to laugh at his attempts of playing off his outward reactions to my touch to him as reactions to the game.

I pull the last layer of clothing out of the way watching his cock smack his stomach before his pre-cum continues to leak, now onto the trail of hair between his belly button and his pelvis.

I wrap a hand around him, stroking him lightly, spitting down on his tip and rubbing it on him through every stroke. His stomach starts to heave, already desperate for more.

I poke my tongue out, licking over his slit and tasting what he’s been leaking for minutes now. I continue to spit on his dick, making a mess on him before taking him in my mouth. He rolls his lips into his mouth, trying his hardest not to make a sound.

I swirl my tongue around his tip through every motion, taking him deeper over time. The sight of him struggling above me is enough to make me wet.

“Alright we’re gonna take a little five minute break,” Nick’s voice echos. My eyes widen, and I find myself pulling Chris out of my mouth at the sound. “We’ll be back so just sit tight.”

Chris quickly turns off his camera, pressing the mute button on his headset and tosses it onto the bed behind him.

Then, his hands find my face, holding my cheeks as I take him into my mouth again. “Fuck, baby that’s so good.” His face contorts now that he can take advantage of the camera being off. “Oh my god, just like that.”

I continue to bob my head on him, his tip reaching the back of my throat each time. His stomach heaves harder now, his hand raking through my hair before thrusting himself deeper.

My eyes widen before gaining a comfortable rhythm, drool beginning to drip down my chin as my mouth hangs open, getting sloppily fucked by my needy boyfriend.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whines. “Fuck– Please don’t stop. Please, baby.”

I nod, not wanting to take my mouth off of him and risk us losing time before the stream starts again. I lower a hand to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them until I can feel them tighten in my hold. His moans become strained, trying not to let his brothers hear us. Any other time he really wouldn’t care, but I know he’s worried about getting teased in front of fans, and the last thing we want is attention being brought to what we’re clearly doing.

His thrusts become erratic, my eyes watering as he fucks my throat. I have to mentally encourage myself to keep going.

“Ohhhhh, shit,” he groans. His eyes are screwed shut, opening when he feels my lips close around his cock as he releases his cum into my mouth. He watches me take it, his jaw slack.

I pull his underwear up delicately, knowing he’s overly sensitive at the moment, before doing the same with his underwear.

I press a soft kiss to his lips, earning a pleased hum from him in response.

“You look so pretty in my set,” he compliments me, his voice low as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“Compliments to the CEO,” I grin.

He smiles back at me, hugging me tightly as we bask in the last few moments of silence before he jumps back on the game.

#christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader

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yanderambling · 1 year

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thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

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CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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Hi ! So I had an idea for a Matthew Patel x reader fanfic, where the reader is playing Ramona in his Scott Pilgrim musical, and when they have to kiss for the play, in front of the whole theatre, they see sparks, but can't talk about it until the play is over. Like realizing they're in love or something, I hope I explained it well- thanks<3

"🎶 Howwww do I tell him my exes are evil?🎶"

Standing alone on the stage, you sang your heart out to the adoring audience, the spotlight shining down upon you and your dyed rainbow hair.

You weren't even nervous about performing for Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Musical anymore. Everything seemed to come naturally the moment it came time for your soliloquy as Ramona Flowers.

Indeed, for the play you were starring as her, with your first solo number being an emotional lament on the inevitability of Scott fighting all seven of the evil exes in order to date you freely.

It seemed silly when you read the script for the first time...but now?

You were absolutely killing it, as you could hear a few cheers from the crowd.

Even Ramona herself was sitting there, looking quite entertained by your reenactment of her...whereas the real Scott Pilgrim was right next to her, appearing the exact opposite. He just seemed really confused and annoyed..

But you couldn't blame him for feeling somewhat mocked considering he was presumed dead after his fight with Matthew--only to suddenly come back without much of an explanation and realize this musical was all about him.

Speaking of whom, he probably felt more insulted by Ramona's actual first evil ex starring as him, wearing his coat and a ridiculous orange wig that hardly looked anything like his own hair.

Nevertheless, his other friends and all the Exes seemed to be genuinely enjoying the show. Some even teared up at your incredible acting skills and moving singing voice.

Among them was Matthew, who was hanging out backstage and preening himself until it was time for his cue.

You two have been friends for a long time, even before he knew the League was something that existed. Being theatre kids, you two were more than eager to get this musical to take off..and maybe get it on Broadway itself if the opening night was received well.

So far..it was being received extremely well. Every other actor knew their lines and sang flawlessly, putting their heart and soul into each performance just as you and Matthew did.

Although....there were a few minor hiccups--such as the part where him, Scott, Ramona, some of their friends, and the remaining Exes were all mysteriously warped out of the theater by a red portal. But they eventually returned and everyone figured it was part of the play, so it continued on without a hitch.

During one of the final acts, there was a "special" scene planned that you and Matthew have only 99% rehearsed...

Because the other 1% had to be done right the first time. It was the most highly-anticipated part of this musical:

The kiss.

One that proved Ramona truly loved Scott, forever securing their happily ever after.

When it came time for the scene, the stage darkened everywhere, with the light only shining down on you and "Scott". He took a deep breath as he turned to you, taking your hands into his own, wearing a gentle smile.

You both stared into each other's eyes for a long time, soft piano music playing in the background.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, as was Matthew's as you two tried to focus on your line delivery and nothing else.

"Ramona?"

"Yes, Scott?"

"...I love you."

"I love you, too. You saved me. Saved our relationship..and I could never thank you enough."

"Hah, I should be the one thanking you...because I finally stood up for myself, and for us!"

"Oh, Scott.."

At that point, some of the spectators began to chant for the kiss--with Wallace being the loudest, of course--and you could only smile bashfully, not realizing how fast this part came up until now.

Yet for some reason, Matthew appeared unusually nervous, red rising to his cheeks as he squeezed your hands rather tightly. You didn't know why he was acting this way, considering you've seen him do kiss scenes in past plays.

But you figured that since this was his first major theater performance, he was only nervous about wanting everything to be perfect. So you gave him a reassuring nod that said "it's okay, you can do this."

Fortunately, he seemed to understand, as a moment later he pulled you into a passionate kiss, lips crashing against yours.

The volume of the applause and cheering grew tenfold; some people even gave you a standing ovation even though the play was nowhere near over.

They loved it.

They absolutely loved it.

And honestly? You kinda liked kissing Matthew in front of everybody, partially wishing this wasn't just for the play..

But while the special effects team went to work recreating the "spark phenomenon" with glitter, confetti, and more....there was something going on between you and him that nobody else could see:

The real sparks that manifested after you both parted.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you watched them fade away, before looking at him.

Judging from his face, you knew that he most definitely saw them, too.

You've been skeptical of the sparks in the past, as you've dated several people yet never saw them at all.

So...why were you only seeing them now? And why with Matthew, of all people?

Did it have something to do with you dressing up like his ex-girlfriend?

Or was he finally looking beyond that curtain and discovering that he actually loved you?

Regardless, now wasn't the time to be thinking about any of that stuff, as you noticed he was slowly going off-script...something that you've never seen happen before. His hands shook and he seemed to forget his mic was still on.

"S-Sparks.." He stammered out, still giving you a wide-eyed stare.

"I...guess there were sparks, after all." You hastily salvaged the situation with a small laugh, putting your improv skills to work. "I never believed in such things until I met you, Scott Pilgrim."

After the lights dimmed, the cheering persisted as you grabbed his hand and half-dragged him backstage. By that point he seemed to have snapped out of his trance, deciding to scramble to prepare for the final musical number with everyone in the cast coming out.

But despite him returning to his snippy attitude with the makeup artists, he could barely look your way without blushing immensely...and quite frankly, you couldn't get rid of your smile.

'Shit..he's in love with me, I just know it..' You sighed as you sat comfortably in the chair, letting the wardrobe crew swap your dyed wig with a different colored one.

As badly as you both wanted to talk about what just happened...you knew it had to wait.

For the show must go on.

........

After the musical was finished, you changed your outfit and searched around backstage for Matthew, hoping you could finally discuss the sparks you both saw.

Soon you stumbled upon him, Gideon, and Julie...and for a moment, you were nervous.

Considering what happened between the two guys, you figured all hell was about to break loose--and apparently it almost did during the play since Gideon rigged the overhead area with dynamite. It was out of pure revenge for all of his assets being taken.

Yet it seems all was forgiven as they hugged it out, laughing with tears in their eyes, before Gideon and Julie walked away hand-in-hand.

Now that Matthew was finally alone, you had your chance.

"Since when did you two become besties?"

With a small yelp, he spun around quickly, relaxing as he realized it was only you. "Oh! Uh..no. I just...decided to give him back the company, and he let me keep the musical." He grinned, although it appeared rather forced. "That's all."

"I see.." You sighed, stepping closer to him. "Listen, we need to talk about-"

"I know." He answered bluntly. "I....saw them, too. And those weren't any special effects. They were legit."

"...are you sure about that?"

Matthew looked taken aback, as he just gawked at your question.

"Let me rephrase that," you cleared your throat. "I confess that I saw them because of you. The real you. But..I don't know if you saw them because of the real me."

"...I'm not following."

"Did you only see them because I looked like you ex-girlfriend?"

"N-No!" He nearly shouted, his cheeks flaring red as his stare remained intense. "I've moved on from her, I swear!"

Part of you remained skeptical yet. "I may need some convincing."

Before he could ask you why, you interrupted him by bringing him into a kiss this time. It initially shocked him, but he quickly melted into it, cupping your face in both of his hands.

Just like before, the sparks were there. Not as brilliant or explosive as the first time...yet they were all the proof you two needed.

Now you knew for sure that your love was real and true.

Matthew was quick to pull you back in for one more kiss after seeing them, desperate and wanting you as close as physically possible.

It probably would have escalated into a full-blown makeout session had you not heard the voices of the other Exes drawing nearer.

You immediately parted and saw them all standing there, looking utterly shocked at what they were witnessing. But you had no shame, instead smiling and waving to them as you held his hand.

"Great news, guys...G-Man's not the only one with a hot date anymore." You winked to your new boyfriend, whose ears turned red with embarrassment.

The group then smiled back, happy for your new relationship and trusting that you'll treat him with all the love and respect he deserved.

Before either of you knew it, you were being carried out of the theatre on the shoulders of Todd and Lucas, while the rest of the gang--along with Scott and Ramona--followed suit, eager to celebrate the play's success.

But tonight wasn't just about that.

It was also about what the future held in store for you and Matthew.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #fluff

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ariesahsoka · 10 months

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belong to you

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: charles starts dating a new girl after you two split, but there’s no way she even compares.

Warnings: slight angst honestly :’) & language

“It doesn’t bother you?” Your bestfriend leans closer to you, lowering her voice but loud enough for you to hear her over the loud music.

You both turn your attention towards the couple standing at the end of the bar.

“No, the split was mutual. We’re still friends.” Your answer was short and she noticed, backing off.

The truth was, seeing Charles with another girl made you feel sick. You could feel your palms and forehead sweating as your anger bubbled up inside you, threatening to escape at any second.

You weren’t lying when you said the split was mutual though. It was, but you regret it. You regret letting him slip through your fingers and you wish you could go back and change everything.

You had both somewhat agreed, that, “you were both living different lives”. Your career was demanding, taking up much of your free time. While his career, well, was the same way.

It got to the point where you two were only spending time with one another because you felt like you needed to. But that didn’t stop the feelings you had for him.

He was your first love, the first person you felt so effortlessly comfortable with. He brought out parts of yourself that you didn’t even know existed. Charles Leclerc was your soulmate, you knew it from the moment you met him coincidentally at a club just like this one.

So, seeing him here, at this all too familiar location, with someone else, was agonizing.

You glance over at him once again, watching her laugh at something he said. You knew that laugh, you were just like her. You knew that whatever he had said was genuinely funny, and frustratingly adorable. Before looking away, you notice the way his fingers were fiddling with hers and you felt your chest tighten.

The thoughts and emotions start flooding in and you decide to get some fresh air before you literally exploded on the spot.

“I’ll be back.” You mumble to your bestfriend as she nods in understanding.

You push your way through the groups of people, desperately trying to get out of there. You could feel yourself on the brink of tears and how hot your body temperature became.

The loud music, people yelling, the smell of alcohol and the fact that you were all alone became so overwhelming, you didn’t know what to do or where to go..

Until someone grabbed your arm.

Charles POV

He had been watching you all night.

He watched you leaning against the bar counter, sitting in a stool with a drink in hand. Your black spaghetti strap dress draped over your crossed leg as you observed the crowd, oh so carefully.

He hated how good you looked tonight. He hated himself for not being able to pull you into his side, claiming you as his. Most of all, he hated himself.

There you were sitting alone, seeming content with yourself. While he was here with a girl he’d just met a few hours ago.

The atmosphere started to bring back memories from the night the two of you first met.

Flashback

“I’m going to get a drink!” You speak loudly over the music towards your friend. She nods before you leave the dance floor in search of the bar.

“Just the person I was looking for!” You smile at the bartender as he’s filling a glass.

He smiles back at you, obviously entertained by your choice of words.

“What can I get for you?” He asks, putting the full glass in front of the person a few spots down.

“Oh boy, something fruity. A fun fruity cocktail!” The amount of alcohol you’ve had so far is definitely showing.

The bartender leans against the counter, looking at you with a chuckle.

“A fun fruity cocktail, comin up.” He swings a hand towel over his shoulder and gets to work.

You watch him mix different kinds of liquids and choosing fun garnishes to make your drink.

“Here you are, a fun fruity cocktail.” He pushes it slowly in front of you and you smile like a kid in a candy shop. The drink looks like a plain glass of orange juice, with an orange slice on the rim. “Taste it and tell me what’s in it.”

You look up at him and he smirks.

You shrug your shoulders innocently before taking a small sip, smacking your lips together sarcastically to get a better taste.

“Hmm.” You hum, looking up at the ceiling. “Pineapple.”

He nods with a smile. “Go on.”

“Orange juice for sure?” You glance from the drink back up to the bartender as he nods again.

“Rum.” You say confidently.

“Girl knows her alcohol.” He laughs jokingly.

“I just know my rum.” You shoot back.

“Touché.” He puts his elbows on the counter in front of you. “There’s one more ingredient.”

You raise your eyebrows and take another sip.

“Really? You sure?” You ask, not buying it.

“I made it, didn’t I?” He smiles again.

You take yet another sip, totally at a loss for what the other ingredient is.

“I honestly have no idea.” You look up at him to hopefully get an answer, but all he does is shrug his shoulders.

“I guess you’ll never know.” He winks at you before walking away to help someone else.

You blink a few times, wondering what the hell just happened. However you get over it pretty quickly when you take another sip and smile.

It was a good fuckin drink, whatever it was.

You turn around in your stool and look out at all the people.

You loved this type of environment. Something about the music, the way people danced without a care in the world, the fun drinks, and the neon lights made you feel alive.

“Having fun?” You jump slightly at the sound of someone else’s voice next to you.

“Jesus!” You put your hand on your chest and look quickly to your left.

A young man sat one stool down from you, his elbows on the edge of the counter as he also, looked out into the crowd.

Through the dim lighting you could see his slightly messy brown hair and small smile. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why.

“Uh yeah. Yes, I am.” You reply, not sure what else to say.

He nods his head slightly and stands up.

“May I?” He motions to the stool next to you with his hand.

“Of course.” You nod your head as well as he sits down. Now that he’s a little closer, you can see the small trace of facial hair lightly covering his jaw and chin. He was very attractive you couldn’t deny it.

“My name is Charles.” He holds out his hand you take it slowly.

“Y/N.” You reply warily.

“Y/N, what a great name.” He says, taking a sip of his drink. “I think that bartender has a crush on you.” He says out of nowhere. However, you notice his accent and your eyes widen.

“What? What makes you say that?” You look at him and the way he smiles at you was mesmerizing. You couldn’t help but let your eyes drop down to his lips for a split second, before meeting his eyes again.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He chuckles.

“Maybe I wanted you to notice.” You reply, wondering where that sudden boost of confidence came from.

“Hmm.” He cocks his head to the side and looks out at the crowd again. There’s a small silence between you two before he continues. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with him.”

“The bartender?” You question, already knowing the answer.

“No that guy.” He points to a random dude a few stools down the bar and you both laugh.

Something about the way you two laughed together over the smallest joke was new to you.

“Anyway,” You both compose yourselves once again. “I heard that he left you hanging on that last ingredient.”

“Hmm yeah.” You reply. “But it’s ok, it’s a good drink so I’m over it.”

“That’s a bummer.” He says, casually leaning a little bit closer to you. So subtly that you wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for how aware you were of his presence already. You could smell his expensive cologne and his white shirt started to bunch around his abdomen, exposing how fit this man was.

“Why is that a bummer?” You basically whisper, just loud enough once again for him to hear you.

He turns his head towards you, your faces so close to one another. You feel so drawn in, so captivated by this mystery man. Something about the way he speaks to you so effortlessly should’ve been illegal.

“I thought maybe I could help you.” You notice him leaning in even more. You can feel the bass from the music in your chest.. or maybe it was your own heartbeat racing at how close he was to you.

“How so?” You breathe out, his long eyelashes fluttering at the warmth. He quickly glances down to your lips, inches from his, before looking back up into your eyes - into your soul.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” You say with a smirk, your chest rising and falling at how hard you were breathing.

“Maybe I wanted you to notice.” He replies softly before he connects his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft, but so needy. Almost like you two have been waiting for this kiss for centuries. His large hand grazed over the side of your face, down to your jaw.

It was poetic how well you two moved together. A stranger walking by would’ve thought you two have known each other for years. You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, basically begging you to let him in.

A small moan escapes your lips, giving him the opportunity to explore you even more. You could care less that you were both in the middle of one the most crowded places, surrounded by people. And it seemed that he felt the same way.

You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to kiss this - familiar - stranger, forever. However, he was the first to pull away. He leaned back, examining your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

Your heavy eyelids and parted lips were enough for him to smirk.

“I taste coconut.” He says quietly. “Thats the last ingredient.”

Present

Charles snaps out of his thoughts when the girl he came with tonight tugs on his hand lightly, pulling at his fingers.

He looks down at where his hand met hers and pulls away quickly. He didn’t like that this wasn’t with you. His stomach churned knowing that he was the reason you slipped through his fingers.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” The girl, who’s name he couldn’t remember for the life of him, put her hand on his shoulder.

He glanced back at where you had been sitting, but you were gone. His head swam with questions. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Should he find you?

But he knew one thing, he needed to talk to you.

“I have to get some air.” Charles says, leaving the other girl behind. He quickly makes his way next to your friend.

She looks up at him with a knowing look.

“She went that way.” She replies without even needing him to explain.

Charles thanks her before making his way through the crowd.

He needed to see you, he needed to talk to you. He wanted to explain everything and tell you how he felt.

He was about to give up, thinking you may have left already, when he spots you.

He sees you standing in the middle of the crowd looking around frantically for a way out. His heart breaks seeing you so stressed, so upset.

Not knowing what else to do, he grabs your forearm.

Your POV

You spin around at the contact and come face to face with the last person you wanted to see. Or so you thought.

Seeing Charles standing in front of you, a look of defeat in his eyes, made you realize how much you really missed him.

You missed his touch, his laugh, his hugs, his kisses, his jokes, his hair, his eyes, everything. You missed everything about him.

But you were still angry.

“Charles? What are you doing?” You yell.

His eyes scan over your face, soaking in every feature under the dim strobe lights. You could see his eyebrows furrow a bit, his mouth opening to say something. His chest rose and fell so deeply, it was hard for you not to notice.

“Charles?” You repeat his name again, a bit worried as to what’s going on inside his mind.

After a couple seconds he closes his mouth, deciding not to speak, rather he lifts his hand up towards your face so slowly.

Your eyes follow his movements and as his fingers rest along the side of your face, everything goes silent.

It was just you and him. The two of you. It always had been and you didn’t want to deny it any longer.

His touch is so soft as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips trace the side of your jaw on the way down.

Instinctively, you lean your head into the palm of his hand.

“Y/N.” He says just so you can hear him. “I miss you so much.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. This is what you wanted, this is exactly what you had hoped he would say, but he’s still here with someone else.

Quickly, you back away from him shake your head before turning to finally see the exit.

“Y/N!” He calls after you but you’re already out the door, the fresh air hitting your sweaty face. You look to your right and begin leaning against the wall, taking a deep breath.

“Y/N.” Charles spots you and approaches you slowly. “Please listen.”

“What? Charles, what?” You let out exasperated. The night had been all too much.

“I’m so sorry.” He replies quietly.

“What are you sorry for?” You’re annoyed but there was really no reason for him to be sorry. “We’re not together, you can come with whoever you want. We broke up. It was our decision. Why are you sorry.”

It wasn’t a question anymore. It was a statement.

“I don’t want to come with ‘whoever’ I want to be with you. I miss you so much. I want you by my side all the fucking time. It drives me insane that I’m not yours and you’re not mine.”

His words shock you. You can’t help but stare up into his eyes, the eyes you’re so familiar with.

“What about her-“

“That doesn’t matter.” He cuts you off, grasping your hand. “You matter.”

You look down at where his hand meets yours and close your eyes.

“My heart belongs to you.”

The tears start to brim and you suck in your bottom lip. Slowly looking back up at him, he’s searching your expression for any sort of response.

“Only you.” You reply quietly before his lips crash into yours. His large hands holding the side of your face while yours wrap around his torso. You can feel him smiling through the kiss and you can’t help but chuckle. He pulls away and gently rests his forehead against yours.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers.

“Let’s go home.”

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artistsfuneral · 10 months

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The Road to Kaer Morhen - p.5

(canon typical violence below, mild)

Jaskier's breath caught in his throat and made him stumble. Unable to intervene he had to watch Aiden cast the familiar blue shock wave at the group of soldiers behind them. At once the men in front were thrown back, crashing into their fellow soldiers and creating a loud ruckus that made Jaskier's ears ring. Wind caught his hair, blinding him momentarily, as he cursed Aiden for his stupidity.

While the burst of Aard had certainly helped them to gain some distance from the soldiers, they could just have split up earlier than planned, to achieve the exact same thing. It took the soldiers hardly a minute before they were up and running again, this time yelling orders at each other about Aiden not being the White Wolf, but another witcher and therefore their new priority. Aiden who, despite him insisting on the opposite, was not yet fully recovered and still struggled with both his balance and restricted vision. Him being their primary target was a very bad, not good thing that would definitely lead to some unavoidable consequences. Jaskier cursed again, grabbed the witcher by his knotted sleeve and tucked him forcefully to the left, where the street parted into a busy crossroad. “Why on earth would you do that?!” He demanded to know, dodging a farmer's cart by a hair's length and pulling Aiden with him. The Cat could only look at him bewildered, Jaskier's worries completely flying past his head.

With a loud groan, the bard realized that Aiden, like every other damned witcher he had met before, had absolutely no sense for protecting himself. Jaskier had no idea, why he had thought otherwise in the first place. In that regard they all proved to be idiots again and again.

Finally reaching the market after what felt like forever, Jaskier zigzagged through the groups of people until he couldn't see the soldiers anymore. “Alright, we're splitting up now. You're of greater importance to them, because those prejudiced piss pots think you are stronger than me.” Aiden raised his eyebrows at that, but Jaskier didn't give him time to argue. “So don't get caught, alright? Be as inconspicuous as possible, disguise yourself if you can. I mean it, Aiden, I am not walking up that mountain on my own, because I will perish of boredom if you're not with me.”

“Whoa, there, shouldn't I be the one that worries about you?” The witcher asked, with a lopsided grin on his face. “You are a tiny, little human, after all.” Jaskier took a deep breath and let the imaginary weight fall off his shoulders. He knew he tended to be overprotective over his friends and family, but Aiden was right, he shouldn't worry too much about the other man. Cats were known for their excellent stealth. He'd probably scale the next building and hide away in the shadows of the rooftops until it was time for the two of them to meet at the other side of the city, were it adjoined the forest.

Feeling a little better about their situation, he grinned back at the witcher, “See you at sun-high.” And with one last wave, he dove into the crowds.

From then on everything felt a little bit easier. He was back in his element. Passing errand boys, dodging groups of chattering wives and stepping out of the way of heavily laden errand boys, Jaskier easily put more and more distance between him in the troop of soldiers, who's redanian armor made them stand out like donkeys among sheep. It was actually quite funny to watch them, how they stumbled around, fishing for some sort of authority the didn't have in a country that wasn't theirs. A troop of redanian soldiers against a single kaedweni innkeeper was one thing, but seeing them trying and failing to shoo away the three old women that were gossiping in front of a young lad that looked somewhat similar to Jaskier was the height of entertainment.

Despite his colorful outfit and obvious lute bag, hardly anyone spared him more than a glance. No matter what Geralt said, walking through a city with just enough confidence to look like you belonged there, but not too much to stand out, was an art form in itself. Truth be told, Jaskier might've only believed so because it took him years to perfect this skill. He was an expert in it now, though and when one of his pursuers came a bit too close to him, he calmly kept on walking, passing the man with just two other people between them. He followed the natural flow of people for a while, discreetly taking down every Wanted Notice with his name on it. Every now and then he tried to look up the rafters and roofs of houses that seemed rather climbable, without appearing too suspicious, but he never saw a hint of his Cat.

Maybe that was for the better, he willed his anxiousness to quieten. If he wasn't here, that only meant that he was already waiting somewhere in the forest. Sun-high wasn't that far away anyways.

He helped a young mother by picking up the knot doll her child had dropped and exchanged a couple of pleasant words while they walked closer towards the forest. Saying his goodbyes with a warm smile, Jaskier stepped off the main street and into a much smaller alley that lead to a few single story houses. He took his time to pet a tricolored barn cat, just as promised, before slowly but surely merging into the slim shadows. More and more aware of his bearings, he crept along the walls of houses and sheds, turning around and pretending to take a piss against a bush when a merchant rode by. Crude but effective. The only thing left that separated him from his goal was a wide dirt rode that carved around the forest.

Standing in the shade of a wooden canopy Jaskier remained still as a statue, eyes scanning through the underbrush, ears strained for any noise that didn't belong. The problem with that being, that everything inside a forest made noise and trying to figure out which once were normal sounds and which weren't usually fell into Geralt's domain. With his witcher hearing he could not only make out a rustling bush, but also listen for a heartbeat and identify it as either animal, human or monster. There was also the fact that Jaskier's sense of smell couldn't pick up anything than the stink of fox and the giant dung heap nearby.

In the end he just had to trust his instincts. And his instincts were telling him to worry.

It didn't take long for him to realize why.

It wasn't the forest that was off, it was the road. The sun was high in the sky, just starting to change from comfortably warm to hot, the market was full with all kinds of people and yet the road was empty. No wagons, no riders, not a single person to be seen. Someone was blocking off the path. Someone that held no authority over a crowd but could easily scare away any passerby. It could be a trap of course, but Jaskier had spent enough time singing in the barracks of Redania to know how they usually operated. The bard had always had a strong dislike for soldiers. Few of them were decent people these days. There was hardly anything knightly or chivalrous about them, as if they forgot what they were fighting for. Unlike them, Jaskier hadn't allowed himself to be controlled by his disdain and had followed his orders properly. Singing and performing in the barracks, listening in to every conversation that would meet his ears. He had learned a lot, almost too much, about how the soldiers really worked behind their pretenses. Cordoning off an area just big enough people on the outside wouldn't make out the noise their prisoners made when they were beat to a pulp, was certainly one of their favorites. There was an advantage though, Jaskier thought as he emerged from the canopy and walked right into the forest, nobody would be able to hear them screaming either. The only thing that kept him from smiling was the knowledge that whatever they had done to his Cat Witcher wouldn't be pretty.

And it really wasn't.

The camp, counting six tents and four horses, was built around an old tree, its trunk wide enough to withstand the hissing and spitting Cat Witcher that was chained to it. His linen shirt was torn during a fight, deep irregular gashes cut through his chest, the witcher's blood soaking into his clothes and the bandages underneath. Aiden was screaming with rage, struggling against his bindings without any sense to it, throwing his head from left to right, snapping his teeth at everyone that dared to come too close. His fangs were bloody, successful. To Jaskier's eyes it was almost alarmingly obvious that Aiden's aggression was mainly caused by pure fear and pain. The witcher's instincts had clearly taken over. He didn't even react to the bard when said one entered the camp. Five soldiers, one archer, turned towards him.

Oh I know. I know you want Jaskier to fight, but please take note, should you choose this, the next chapter will be detailed and violent. (and 100% skipable of course! I know not everyone likes to read that sort of stuff, don't worry, I got you!) The author craves blood.

Negotiating is always an option to keep this pg.

Also there's now a relationship bar in the drawing, so: Aiden/Lambert is set in stone for this fic, but Aiden/Jaskier or Aiden/Jaskier/Lambert is up to you, I will give you multiple chances for this, so don't worry.

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Told my brother about J and A hiding in the crowd of the market and he said „Erstmal ein Marktfrühstück und eine Weinschorle bestellen.“ and I was so tempted.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 2 years

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Could you do hcs of Yandere Johnny feeling very jealous and possessive of his darling gaining big popularity during the race?

Yandere! Johnny Joestar w/ a darling who gains big popularity during the race

*its more of a small imagine/scenario this time just to see if I can still write something

His demeanor changes almost instantly being cold and passive aggressive towards others who were cheering you on. You could practically feel the icy atmosphere whenever there was someone gushing at your riding technique. Popularity was an inevitable factor of entertainment from a cross country race. The blond knew this all too well, but no one should be praising you but himself.

Johnny has to act somewhat cooperative in front of the crowds, but it certainly doesn’t mean he doesn’t give off a warning glare to someone who steps out of line in his mind. He ends up surprising you by how close he’s taking Slow Dancer next to your own horse.

“Ummm…Johnny you don’t think this is a little close?” You inquired awkwardly

“No” He firmly responds

His blue eyes send shivers down your spine and you glance towards Gyro for help. But he seems at odds as well, merely giving you an unsure shrug at Johnny’s cold attitude.

As hours pass from the last checkpoint, you never did receive a reprieve from the nineteen year old’s gaze. He was a former jockey, but you were freaked out at how concentrated he was on you. As if you had done something bad enough to earn constant supervision. It simply confused you if he was jealous of your popularity…

No it didn’t make sense, he was pretty popular alongside Gyro. You’d think he’d be somewhat pleased about it, considering the incident that happened before he joined the race. Though if you recall his cold demeanor was towards the spectators, not completely focused towards you.

Looking over your shoulder once more, you met those blue eyes. Whose focus sank into your heart like a pair of shears. Temporarily you lost your words, only gaping your mouth open like a fish before snapping it shut. You shouldn’t be acting this odd towards him, but this was a side of the man you had never been on the receiving end before.

That evening when all three of you set up camp, you decide to busy yourself with cooking dinner. Though that left you in the only company of Johnny, while Gyro dealt with the horses. You could feel the cold presence of the blond right next to you.

“Y/n” his voice cut through the silence like butter

“Yeah, Johnny?” You asked keeping your eyes focused on the food cooking on the pan ahead of you. The flames licking the edges of the surface. You suddenly felt the soft pressure of his hand maneuvering around your arm. The sudden contact made you stiffen for a moment.

He didn’t respond immediately but observed at how touchy you were to his physical touch.

“How do you feel about those spectators?” He murmured near inaudibly

“It…was nice having someone cheering me on I guess, those who’d come up and talk to me while I was on (horse’s name)” You replied frankly while flipping over the meal with a cooking utensil.

Johnny didn’t seem fond of that answer as his hand had tightened around the wrist you were currently using to keep dinner from burning.

“Well that’s not what I think…” the blond responded

“I’m not following you here” You said trying to keep your composure

“I should be the only one…” he practically stretched to whisper this in your ear, his eyes narrowing. There was no sheen, just sheer coldness in those words. Like these people were his enemy, competition you could even say. You could only say his name in response.

“I don’t really care for their excited chatter towards you, some of them are a little too affectionate to be just fans…”

You shook your head “Johnny you’re being ridiculous, I think you’re seeing interactions that aren’t there” you attempt to be firm with him, hoping that would make the blond step down from this conversation.

“I’ll be the only one you need to tell you the same little things they do, I don’t care if you think I’m being ridiculous” His tone shifted rather quickly.

Your blood boiled underneath your skin in that small moment of time. Sending him the worst glare you had ever given in the whole race thus far. That didn’t even phase the Joestar, not a single waiver of his eyes as you lashed out at him with your expression.

“This was a mistake…” You muttered under your breath grabbing the dishes rather hastily from one of Gyro’s bags.

“The only mistake was not leaving sooner….” he responded

You froze at those words, his eyes were still firmly glued on you as you turned around.

“I won’t let you run from this, not from me, chase you down if I have to”

You felt horrified by his words, almost fearful in his conviction of that statement. Your anger was extinguished as of now, but there was this feeling of confusion, nervousness, and fright forming from Johnny’s sincerity. To put it simply this man was insane enough to likely keep that promise

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cloudbatcave · 1 month

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In the Parish of Space Dust

Shortly after settling into Mycol Fields, Arty started gathering materials. Nothing big; small wooden scraps they could burn when acquiring a little lighter. If only there was incense here.

If only there was a body.

In the place of one, Arty had drawn a likeness of Patience as best they could remember on a sheet of paper. Then they covered it with a pillowcase, and sat down on their floor as they placed it in front of them.

In a small bowl, they clicked the lighter and set fire to the scraps, ready with another small piece of fabric to snuff the flames out after too long.

They could barely remember the prayers, they realized with frustration. It had been so long since they’d been to a funeral…

They sighed. What prayers did an NHP need, anyway? Was blinkspace like the firmament that way, a sea of Souls, or Deimosians rather?

Assuming Souls - the Aunic kind - had been human. Assuming that was not simply how they perceived themselves…or pretended to, to make humans comfortable.

“I guess I’m a little selfish, wishing I could have saved you, or seen exactly what you became.” They murmured to their drawing. “I’d hoped…but no. You wouldn’t have understood anyway, most likely. If there was anything left of you afterward.”

It was a blessing that everyone else thought they too had been shocked, down there with the casket in that horribly cold place.

Unheard of, someone had said, as they'd all seen Patience’s casket being slowly overwritten, almost certainly by Beggar One.

Only to you, Arty hadn’t said. I’m standing right here. I’ve been here the whole time, and you have no idea.

Admitting the truth was a sure way to get killed - or worse - and this time they wouldn’t come back.

At least, not in this body. If at all.

They liked this body and these memories. Well - they were familiar. There were plenty of things they might have been happier to forget.

Their face was still unfamiliar and unsettling at times, the mask often preferred when they had to look in a mirror.

“Oh.” They realized, spirit dropping further. “What if the Egregorians…”

No, surely not. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice the difference. Maybe there was a way to ensure the aliens wouldn’t be able to sense their emotions or memories…

Their shoulders slumped. They wanted to share in that feeling, learn those abilities if they could.

They shook their head. They needed to speak the prayers, even half-remembered and incomplete.

But all they could recall now was the wretched Harvest Star’s rites, which they refused to speak. Metat Aun had no place here. They would not profane Patience’s death so; the administrator deserved better. They had suffered terribly, that much was clear.

Arty thought. They remembered…something else. Two somethings.

A memory of childhood; a song about the dead. Sung between doing dishes with soapy water on their hands, trying to entertain the small children, keeping time while they did errands on the crowded streets.

The pulse and push of the world - more than a world. The firmament, coming and going like a tide. Illumination - brightness, clarity, remembrance. Like moonlight, if moonlight was sharp and lamenting.

The tide drew back from the Great Deep surrounding it, that abyss beyond, and that was something like death, to the best of the Minds' knowledge. Even they weren't sure.

They took a deep breath and sang in a somewhat unsteady, rusty voice.

“Wise folk at their ends know dark is right, their lightning words dividing day and night,

The last wave they stood, frail deeds dancing in a green bay.

Blessed and cursed with fierce tears, here - “

They felt hot tears slowly drip from their own eyes.

“H-here I pray.”

They took another, choking breath. They clasped their hands together, and wiped their tears away, forcing themself to put out their fire. Smoke gently wafted from it.

They sang softly, barely above a whisper.

“Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

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donald4spiderman · 2 years

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SAY IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE

peter isn’t sure if you have a crush on him and it’s driving him insane. cue a whole lot of advice seeking, elaborate plans, and confusing romance.

mcu!peter x avenger!fem!reader

tw: mutual pining, kissing, sexual innuendos, crack because the rest of the avengers are there so obviously everyone is crazy, also this is not proofread sorry not sorry

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TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN TONY STARK RECRUITED YOU TO JOIN THE AVENGERS, Peter assumed not much in his life would change. He and the rest of the avengers were looking forward to having a new super-hero friend to fight evil alongside, but that’s about it. He was familiar with your success as the (somewhat controversial) vigilante named Slayer—with enhanced fighting abilities, super strength, and physical resistance to weapons. But nothing, and Peter means nothing, could’ve prepared him for meeting you person-to-person.

He remembers his first interaction with you with perfect clarity, mostly because of how utterly embarrassing it was for him. Peter has attempted to forget every detail about his horrible first impression, but it remains burned into the forefront of his mind.

The Avengers awaited your arrival impatiently, crowded near the main elevator. Tony alerted everyone that the you were headed up to meet everyone. Peter was really excited, but decided to linger behind Natasha and Wanda. He heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open, but couldn’t see you over Thor and Steve as you entered the compound.

“Everyone,” Mr. Stark announced, “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a.k.a Slayer.”

“Hey, guys.” you greeted. “It’s so amazing to meet all of you in person. I’m so excited to be joining The Avengers.”

Steve and Bucky were the first to welcome you. Peter could only imagine the flashy smirks and dazzling charm they were entertaining you with.

“Steve Rodgers, Captain America.”

“Bucks Barnes, Winter Soldier.”

You shook both of their hands firmly, sizing them up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Next was Sam, who was much more friendly, offering you a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. Thor was kind and courteous, shaking your hands as well. Then, Natasha and Wanda approached you, and your smile widened, relieved to be in the company of the female avengers. Both the girls gave you hugs and compliments on your outfit.

“This is so crazy!” you gushed to the girls, “I’m so excited to be working with you two!”

“We’re beyond excited,” Wanda smiled. “We’ve always complained that there’s way too many guys living here.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested. You all laughed.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to say hi. He was already nervous at the mere though of having to introduce himself to someone. But now that the rest of the team cleared to the side, he could see your face clearly, and suddenly, his brain stopped functioning.

Your eyes dazzled beneath the dim light of the compound, lips curled into a welcoming grin. Your hair was stunning, yet effortless. The few photos he’s seen if you in actions in the tabloids didn’t do you justice. Everything about you appeared confident, assertive, and experienced, despite you being around Peter’s age—it made him feel even more inadequate in comparison. Your strong frame was only highlighted by your classic, metallic blue suit. He couldn’t tear eyes away from you.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” you stuck your hand out in front of Peter, who was frozen in place, “it’s so cool to meet the real Spider-Man. I’ve always been a big fan.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed in a panic, “me too!”

He heard faint chuckles (most likely from Bucky and Sam) from behind him. You giggled too, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re a big fan of yourself?”

His jaw dropped. “H-huh? W-what? No?! I just meant-I’m not-“

You interrupted his sputtering, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time, Spider-Man.”

“Peter,” he mumbled quietly, completely humiliated and somewhat defeated, “it’s Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his arm until it rested at your side.

“Alright!” Mr. Stark interrupted the awkward interaction, clapping his hands together. “Thank god whatever that was is finally over. Let me show you to your suite, (Y/N).”

You nodded towards Tony, turning back to smirk at Peter, “See you later.”

“S-see you, uhm, later,” he stammered, watching you walk away until you disappeared around the corner.

He could feel everyone else’s eyes on him, stifling their laughter until you were far enough away not to hear.

“What was that?!” Steve howled, cackling so hard he was gasping for air. “Have you never talked to a woman before?”

“Shut up,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Zip it, boys,” Wanda ordered, rolling her eyes at them as they laughed, “she seemed to like him.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agreed, “I think (Y/N) was flirting with him.”

Peter’s face perked up at Natasha’s observation. We’re you really flirting with him? Is that how people flirt?

“No way,” Sam declared, “have y’all seen her? No offense, Parker, but she’s a total bombshell.”

“Like you know anything about women,” Wanda snarled, focused on comforting Peter.

He groaned dejectedly, face falling into his palms, “I really don’t know what happened! I just...shut down? I’m awkward, but i’ve never been that awkward! Oh god...”

“Trust me,” Natasha consoled, “I’ve had interactions with men a thousand times worse than that. She won’t hold it against you. Plus, she seems into the whole dorky thing you got going on. You’ll be fine.”

Peter recalls his horrible first impression daily, but Natasha and Wanda ended up being right. After your first month being on the team and living at the compound, you seemed to forget about Peter’s mishap. In fact, you approached him constantly, asking him to play games or hang out with you. Thanks to your efforts, Peter grew more comfortable around you, and the two of you became best friends.

Being best friends with you doesn’t change the fact that he’s still incredibly entranced by both your beauty and personality to the point where he makes a total fool out of himself. It doesn’t help that you have a spunky attitude, often flirting with him to make him flustered. In the two years he’s known you, Peter hasn’t been figured out if you’re into him, or just messing with him.

It’s Saturday, which means it’s “(Y/N) and Peter’s Movie Night” as you so affectionately call it. Every Saturday night, you and Peter cuddled up on the couch in one of the many living rooms with popcorn, a dozen blankets, and tissues (hey, you liked to watch some depressing movies). It’s a nice and simple break from all the training and fighting the two of you do as Avengers. Plus, it’s uninterrupted one-on-one time for Peter to spend with you.

“Alrighty,” you exclaim, jumping to sit on the couch cushion adjacent to him, “what shall we watch?”

“It’s up to you,” Peter states. “It’s not like you really give me a choice.” The last part of his sentence was mumbled beneath his breath, but you still heard it, gasping with feigned irritation.

“I see how it is,” you glare, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Fine. Since you have so many complaints, you can actually chose the movie this time.”

“Yes!” he triumphs, snatching the remote from you, unashamedly delighted, “we are watching Mean Girls!”

“Really? Not that I’m opposed to that choice, it’s just, I did not expect you to chose that movie.”

“Why? It’s a timeless classic. Name one other movie that has quotes so prevalent decades after its release.”

You pause for a moment. “Damn., I’m coming up empty. Alright, let’s hit it.”

Peter presses play, and as the visuals fade in, you snuggle up against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He swings his arm around your torso, pulling you in close. You hum with content.

You’re so happy Peter chose to watch Mean Girls; you’d almost forgotten how insanely funny it is. Every other moment has the both laughing so hard you cry.

“You remind me of Karen,” you say, watching as Peter’s face contorts into an offended expression.

“Excuse me?” he shrieks. “You know I’m an actual genius, right?”

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Karen is totally the funniest.”

“But she’s dumb! I’m not dumb!”

“You sure about that?” you tease.

Peter pouts, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, smarty pants. At least she’s hot, just like you,” you nudge him in his ribs as he blushes.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a very good-looking dude,” you give him a pointed look, “say it—say that you’re hot.”

“N-no,” Peter stutters, thrown off by your steady stream of compliments, “I-I’m not.”

“I think you are, so say it. If you don’t I’ll beat you up, Peter Parker—swear to god.”

You think he’s hot?

“Fine!” he concedes, knowing that with your powers, you could very well win against him in a fight, “I’m...hot?”

“Say it like you mean it!”

Peter takes a deep breath in before shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m hot!!!!”

You roll your eyes, tsk-ing him in a disappointed manner as you shake your head. “Wow, Parker. Way to be arrogant. So self centered.”

His face drops, “Oh my god. You are such an ass!”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him.

“N-no. Ugh, whatever,” he glances away, nervous under your stare, “let’s just get back to watching the movie.”

This is not an uncommon occurrence: you, flirting incessantly with Peter, who can’t do much besides sputter and blush profusely. It’s one of the factors that makes his friendship with you so confusing—he can never tell if your “platonic” actions teeter towards romantic.

It also doesn’t help that you flirt with him in front of the rest of The Avengers. And while, in theory, receiving compliments from a gorgeous girl should boost his social credit, it has the opposite effect on Peter. Not only is he teased by you, he’s also teased by the rest of his team, especially Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

For example, you have an obsession with complimenting his physique. If Peter ever wears a form fitting shirt—or no shirt at all—you’re quick to shower him with somewhat objectifying comments.

You sit atop the kitchen counter, legs dangling aimlessly as you converse with Sam and Bucky. Peter just finished his morning training, hair still damp from showering. Loosely fitted basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and the only item covering his torso is a towel slung over his shoulder.

“G’morning.” Peter yawns, fetching a mug from the cabinet.

You check him out shamelessly as he stretches his body out to reach the top, “Good morning, indeed,” you leer, smiling smuggly as Peter reveals a scattered rouge on his cheeks. “How was your workout?”

“G-good.” he replies, self conscious and suddenly aware of Sam and Bucky’s presence.

“Did you lift today?”

“Yeah. I did some sparring and technique with Natasha, then went to the gym after.”

You glance down at his biceps, “I can tell. You look extra vascular today.”

Sam snickers next to you, leaning in to Bucky as he observes you ogle Peter. “Vascular?!” he exclaims, “who the hell says vascular?”

“Me, Sam. I do,” you tut, “and it’s true. Working out increasing blood flow to the muscle which promotes size and vascularity.”

“Are we talking about biceps here—or a different kind of muscle, if you know what I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows, humored by his own joke.

You roll your eyes, “Grow up, idiots. You just wished I complimented you as much as I do Peter.”

“True, true,” Sam admits, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny to watch Parker get so wound up when you talk to him.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, “I have training in a few. Bye, Peter. And I’ll see you two idiots in hell.”

The three boys watch you walk away, Sam and Bucky immediately jumping at the opportunity to make fun of Peter once you leave their sights.

“You can relax. You’re girlfriend isn’t here anymore,” Bucky scoffs.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter huffs, glaring at him.

“She sure acts like it.”

Sam nods in agreement, “Yeah. When will the two of you just get together so the rest of us don’t have to watch you make a fool of yourself?”

“We’re just really good friends!” he exclaims, utterly frustrated. “Stop trying to make our friendship something that it’s not.”

“So you really don’t have any sort of romantic feelings for (Y/N)?” Bucky interrogates.

Peter ponders for a moment, “N-no. I don’t....right?”

He’s always harbored certain, unique feelings for you since your friendship began to bloom. He could never exactly pinpoint what they were, but Peter knows he’s never had another friendship quite like this; he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel.

Bucky bursts out laughing, “Oh my god! This is so funny! You totally have a crush on (Y/N)!”

“Shhhhh!” Peter hisses.“Could you be any louder?”

“Yes. Yes, I could,” he remarks, “but back to what you just said: you like (Y/N)—you like Slayer!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Peter’s never been more exasperated in his life, “I guess I always thought that maybe we would be good together, I don’t know? I’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t know how girls act when they like someone. Can you guys help me?”

“Wait, you want our help?” Sam asks, face resting in a satisfied smile.

“Yes? I just need help figuring this all out. A-and you guys definitely know more about dating and all that stuff than I do. Please?”

“Can we tell Steve, Wanda, and Natasha about this?”

“Fine,” Peter carps, “but don’t tell Mr. Stark. He he gets all weird and fatherly about this kind of stuff and I don’t want him worrying.”

“That won’t be an issue,” Sam smiles, “Tony already knows.”

With Natasha and Wanda on board, the boys essentially had direct intel into your deepest, darkest thoughts about Peter Parker. It was no secret that you were the closest with the girls (and Peter). Unfortunately, according to them, you had never mentioned anything out of the ordinary.

But, the two women were not satisfied by this. So, they crafted a plan to investigate further. It’s in the name of love, and all is fair is love and war, or whatever that stupid saying is.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Natasha and Wanda whispering to each other. They periodically glance over at you, waving their hands in the air as they converse in secrecy.

Eventually, the pair approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda says, Natasha following closely behind. “How are you?”

“The same as when you saw me an hour ago. Why?” your lips press into a tight line, unnerved by their suspicious behavior.

She smiles nervously, “We just have a really important question to ask you.”

“Okay...”

“What’s your dream guy?”

“—or girl!” Natasha adds.

“Dream guy or girl or person—whatever,” She corrects. “What would you say are your ideal qualities in a romantic partner.”

You shrug, “I don’t know? Genuine, nice, sort of dorky and shy. I don’t really have a type.”

The two girls exchange a knowing glance with one another. “Alright. So, I’m gonna give you a person who’s totally made up and not real, and you’re gonna tell me your honest opinion about them, ‘kay?”

You’re visibly confused by their abnormal behavior, but continue nonetheless. “This is a weird ass game, but I’ll play.”

“Perfect! Okay, so this person is very sweet, super kind to everyone and always afraid of messing things up. They’re very dorky—they love nerdy movies and hobbies. They’re also physically fit, but they don’t let their appearance inflate their ego. In fact, they can be a little insecure at times. They value loyalty and intelligence, but they struggle with communication.”

Wanda hopes she wasn’t too specific. After all, Peter is your best friend. You know him better than anyone.

“They sound cool, I guess,” you sigh, “I don’t know. I’m not really in the place to date anyone right now.”

Natasha nods, “Can I ask why?”

“I kind of have...a thing...for someone else. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to date anyone until I get over them.

The girls faces perked up, “Can we know—“

“No!” you exclaim, “I will not tell you who. Okay. Bye.” you scramble out of the room, itching to get away from their incessant questioning.

“Bye, (Y/N)....” Wanda sighs, disappointed she didn’t succeed.

“So, none of us have gotten anywhere in our mission to help Peter,” Natasha huffs, stirring her cereal across the table from Steve. “I mean, we’ve tried everything. It’s been three weeks and we can’t crack her. Poor Peter.”

Steve nods his head slowly, “Let me help.”

“You wanna help? Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he beams. “I like the kid. Plus, I’ve been a little bored recently.”

“You have any good ideas?”

Steve grins, “I do. In fact, I have a plan that just might work.”

“(Y/N)!” Steve greets you in the main living room, “are you free this Saturday?”

“Why?” you question, “you planning on killing me?”

“What? No! Just-ugh-are you free? Yes or No.”

“I think I’m free,” you say, unsure of where the conversation is going.

Steve smiles, “Perfect! You’re going on a date!”

You expression shifts. “No offense, Cap, but I don’t really see you like that and—“

“Not with me!!!” he exclaims, “I’m setting you up on a blind date. His name is Spencer. He’s an FBI agent and he’s in town for a few weeks. He’s super frickin’ smart—one of the smartest people I know. He’s six foot two with curly brown hair. I told him about you and wants to have dinner at the bistro by 5th avenue. Will you go?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “You know what? Sure. I’ll go. He sounds nice.”

“Perfect.” Steve chuckled mischievously. “I-uh-I mean...perfect! I’ll text to let him know.”

“So,” you whip your head around to find Natasha stalking around the corner, “you’re going on a date?”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“What about the unnamed person you’re still in love with?”

“It’s not going anywhere—I don’t think it ever will. Might as well have fun and put myself out there. Plus, if the date goes bad and he’s horrible, I won’t feel bad about being a hellish nightmare and fighting him. Win-win.”

“Alright,” she smiles, “tell me if you need anything. I have a killer dress I’d think you look absolutely jaw-dropping in.”

“I don’t think I own anything besides a few T-shirts and my suit,” you laugh, “thanks, Nat.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

Come Saturday evening and you were rushed to get ready. You almost forgot the dinner reservations were at 6 and spent the whole afternoon training instead.

“Nat!” you shout, hurrying to finish brushing your hair, “can I have that dress you were talking about?”

“Sure! What size?”

“What do you mean what size? Don’t you only have one size?”

“Uhhh...no,” she chuckles in embarrassment, “I may have bought the dress in every size available—just in case.”

“I really don’t have time to think about how strange that is. Just get me whatever size you think. I trust your judgement.”

“Sounds good,” she nods. “You’re gonna look so hot!”

A few moments later she bursts into your room, in her arms a silky black dress. You don’t even want to think about how expensive the item is—it looks luxurious.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” you say in awe of the garment.

“I know right,” she agrees, “just wait until you put it on.”

You slip into the bathroom to change. A minute later, and you’re emerging from behind the door. “What d’you think?”

You do a slow spin for Nat, her mouth hung is shock. The black, satin dress sits snuggly over your chest and waist, slightly draping away from your hips. The v-neck line accentuates your cleavage tastefully. It’s equal parts sexy and sophisticated.

“I feel dumb,” you groan, arms crossed around your torso. “I feel so exposed in this. I just wanna put on my suit.”

“Oh like that’s any less revealing,” Natasha quips. You chuckle in agreement. “If you don’t wanna wear it you don’t have to. I think you look ridiculously fucking good.”

You study your appearance in the full length mirror. Nat is right. It’s unusual for you to be wearing such a fancy dress, but that doesn’t mean you don’t look absolutely stunning. You smooth the material down, smiling.

“I like it,” you mutter, hiding your giddiness.

“I love it,” she adds, “let’s go show the boys.”

Your smile falters, but you let her drag you into the living room nonetheless. You’re confident enough not to care what anybody thinks. And you doubt your friends will have anything but praise to say.

“What do you guys think?”

Their reactions were similar to Nat’s: faces in total amazement. They’d never seen you in anything other than your suit, workout clothes, and occasionally Peter’s T-shirt.

“You look...wow,” Bucky struggles to find the right words, “why don’t you wear more stuff like this? You look great.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, I can’t exactly fight villains while wearing by this, can I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Sam voices, earring a wave of laughter from the group. “Seriously, though. You’re a very gorgeous woman—through and through.”

“Stop it,” you groan, trying to hardest not to blush under their stares.

The chatter dies down momentarily, but just then, Peter enters, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes scanning over the crowd until they land on you.

His entire world stops spinning when he takes in your appearance. Peter is enamored by your beauty 24/7, but seeing you so dressed up makes his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You fiddle with the ring around your middle finger.

“Hey, Parker,” you smile sheepishly.

“H-hey,” he stammers, “why are you all d-dressed up.”

“Oh, um...”

“(Y/N) has a date.,” Wanda announces, causing Peter’s face to fall.

“What?” This is not what he hand in mind when the rest of The Avengers agreed to help him figure out your feelings. “With who?”

“Steve’s friend, Spencer,” you state, “which reminds me, I should get going,” you grab your bag, checking your hair and makeup in the mirror once more before waving to your friends.

“What about movie night?” Peter asks dejectedly.

You frown, “Sorry, Parker. We can reschedule. I’ll see you guys later.”

The elevator doors shut and Peter just loses it. He’s throwing his hands in the air in protest, pizza flying across the room. First of all, you’re going on a date with someone that’s not him. Secondly, you’re skipping out on movie night—the tradition that you started with him. Peter’s heartbroken and pissed all at once.

“What the fuck?!” he shouts. “Steve—what the fuck?” Peter never swears, so it throws everyone off guard. “You know I’m basically in love with (Y/N). You guys were supposed to help me. Not sabotage me!”

“Well,” Natasha chided, “it’s been almost a month and we’ve made no progress. The best way to figure out how she feels about you is to set her up with someone else. If she love with you, she’ll come running back.”

Peter glances up from beneath his lashes, “And if she doesn’t...” The room falls quiet.

“This is-this is a mistake. I need to go after her!” he knew how cliche it sounds: a boy chasing after a girl he’s been pining for after years, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you go on that date with whatever his name is. Sean? Steven? Slater? Whatever! “Where is her date.”

“Bistro on fifth,” Sam states. Wanda slaps him on the shoulder. “What? I want them to be together, sue me.”

Peter thanked Sam, rushing out the room and into the elevator in his pajamas without a second though.

“He’s so easy,” Steve smirked. Things were going according to plan.

The rest of the team celebrated their current success, hopeful that the two of you will be together by the end of the night. It’s up to you and fate to ensure that what’s meant to be is meant to be.

Even with his enhanced strength and stamina, the run to the Italian bistro is hard. Peter’s not as in shape as in shape as he thought, but his exhaustion would never be enough to stop him from ruining your date with Spencer.

After what felt like hours of sprinting down New York sidewalks, he arrived outside the restaurant. He could see you being escorted to your table by the hostess. Spencer isn’t here yet—there’s still has time to confess his feelings.

He storms through the doors of the restaurant, starting a few diners and a waitress.

“Sir, you can’t just—“ the poor waitress attempt to stop him are futile. “I’m sorry, this is really important.”

He rushes to the back of the restaurant where you’re seated, casually sipping your water and skimming the menu.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shrieks, shattering the peaceful ambience of the establishment. “I need to talk to you.”

“Peter!” you gasp, completely shocked and somewhat embarrassed that your best friend showed up unannounced. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He babbles unintelligibly, “I-uh-ah-um...I don’t-uhhhhhh....”

“Is there an emergency?”

He shakes his head, “No no no no. No emergency. Everything is fine—great!”

“Okay....so why are you here then?”

“Well,” he sighs, “everything isn’t actually great. Can I talk to you somewhere private?”

“I’m suppose to be on a date, Parker,” you deadpan. “Spencer’s gonna show up any minute now.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What? Spencer?”

“Yes. Not like him specifically, but the fact that you’re on a date,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Peter figures this is the closest he’ll ever get to the right moment to confess his feelings for you. He can’t back out now.

“I like you,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head, “no—that’s a lie—i’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know. But everyone else helped me realize that I want to be more than your best friend.”

“Peter—“

“And I’m sorry i’m doing this to you while you’re waiting for your date. I know it’s selfish and you’d probably rather date Spencer than me, but I just wanted you to know because I don’t like keeping secrets from people I love. So, I’m in love with you. That’s how I feel. How do you feel...about me?”

Peter waits anxiously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His adrenaline lessens, and he realizes how out of place he must look in a Star Wars T-shirt and plaid pajama pants in the middle of an expensive restaurants. You don’t seem to mind that he’s not aligned with the dress code. You tilt your chin up, flashing him a bright smile.

“I love you, too—I’m in love with you, too,” you admit, standing up form your seat at the table, throwing your napkin down in a finite motion. “I’ve been in love with you. I only agreed to go on this stupid date because I was trying to get over you.”

“W-wait,” he sputters, gears in his mind struggling to turn, “you were trying to get over me? Couldn’t you see that I was in love with you? I was like a dog—a puppy! I’m so nervous around you all the time; you’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I knew you got all flustered when I flirted with you, but I just thoughts it was because you were awkward or something. I don’t know. I don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Well, you should’ve,” you glare at him, “but that’s besides the point. I am so freaking happy. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life. This is real!” he jumps up and down, attracting the attention of the families and couples at nearby tables.

You smile apologetically at them. “Peter, we should leave so we can talk.”

“Yes! Great idea. I love you!” he rambles, gripping your waist tightly as you guide him out of the restaurant. “Wait, what about Spencer?”

You scoff, stepping outside into the frigid New York air. “Oh? Since when did you care about Spencer?”

“I don’t,” Pete states matter-of-factly, “I just want to hear you say that you’re in love with me and not him.”

“Of course I’m not in love with him; I’ve never even met him before!”

“Say it,” he pouts, “please? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear it.”

You blush, hoping that the dim street lighting conceals your bashfulness. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve always been in love with you.”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world,” he whispers, eyes glassy and heart thumping beneath his chest.

He glances down at your lips, quickly looking back up. You smirk, noticing the way his cheeks flush with color.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay. Can you handle that? Or will you like...shut down or like die or something?” you tease, delicate hand stroking his cheekbone.

“Yes! Please!” he yelps with anticipation, “I will be okay, I promise.”

Using the hand on his face, and the other behind his neck, you yank him towards you will volition, pressing your lips against his. He taste like pizza and diet sprite—a weirdly endearing combination that would surely gross you out if it was anyone else. He stiffens, as to be expected, before melting into you, hand caressing your waist.

You pull away, panting heavily. Peter’s eyes flutter open, and his hand comes up to touch his swollen lips. You giggle and he smiles—you can’t stop smiling either—you’re cheeks hurt so much. You’ve never been happier.

“Should we head back?” you suggest, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yes. I didn’t swing here though, so it’s gonna be a long walk.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

Two hours later, you and Peter return to the compound. You ended up walking around the park and getting ice cream, enjoying your time with one another now that you know your feelings are reciprocated. When the elevators open up the living room, you both expect to find the rest of the team relaxing in their respective rooms, but you find them congregated in the couch and table, right where you left them.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you ask, setting your bag down on the counter. Everyone glances down at your intertwined hands with wide eyes. You quickly go to shake off Peter’s hand, but be grips you firmly.

“So,” Steve starts, “how was your date with Spencer?”

“Well,” you grimace, “here’s the thing—“

“We kissed!” Peter blurts out. You slap your hand over his mouth and he grumbles.

“Peter!” you bite. He doesn’t seem to care.

The rest of the team looks ecstatic. They whoop and cheer and clap for you and Peter like an audience at a Broadway play.

“We are so happy for you two!” Sam rejoices, wrapping the two of you into a big hug. “I always knew you would end up together. I am just so smart, it really amazes me every time.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re so welcome,” he says smuggly.

Wanda and Natasha smile so wide their eyes crinkle. “Awwwww,” the coo in unison.

“Wait, why are you guys all celebrating?” you question. “Weren’t you all just trying to set me up with Spencer?”

Steve bites his lip, “Well...”

The realization suddenly dawns on you—they planned this. “You bastards!” you exclaim, “you altered my fate! How dare you!”

“What?!” Steve raises his hands up defensively. “Peter was trying so hard to figure out how to deal with his feelings, and the two of you were going absolutely nowhere. I mean, it was almost painful to watch,” you glare at him, “so, we gave him the push he needed to just come out and say it.”

Peter guffaws, “You guys are evil geniuses. But thank you thank you thank you for tricking me into telling (Y/N) I love her. You’re all the best and I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, thank you, all of you, even the ones of you that are idiots,” you give a pointed look to Sam and Bucky. “I just feel bad for Spencer. The whole point was just to set me up with Peter, so he was set up for failure.”

“Actually,” Tony tuts as he rounds the corner and into the living room, “Spencer doesn’t exist.”

“What?” you gasp.

He nods, “We set you up on a real date with a fake person. (Y/N), his name was Spencer. He’s a genius that works for the FBI who’s six foot two...”

“Oh my god!” your face falls into your hands, “You guys convinced me I was going on a date with Spencer Reid! From Criminal Minds! How did I not realize?”

“I don’t know?” Steve says, “but you fell for it, thank god. Now you and Peter can be madly in love and irritate the rest of us with your PDA.”

“Ew,” you groan, “we aren’t one of those couples.”

Bucky points to the way you and Peter are standing: holding hands with his head settling into the crook of your neck.

Peter blushes, “Sorry! I’m just...really happy, okay? Leave us alone.”

“Fine,” he concedes, “just be quiet when you two do your business, if you know what I mean.”

“B-business? We-uh-huh-I mean—“

“What Peter’s means to say is shut up and be quiet,”you smirk. “But don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.” A chorus of ooohs erupt from your friends.

“Bleh! You two are already gross.” Tony mutters with feigned disgust. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re together now.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, squeezing you into his side. “Me too.”

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Bright Conversations

Balls. The bane of my existence.

Not that I hate the concept of parties or grand events but the fact that I had to attend was kind of bugging down my mood. Despite being a star pupil and the adopted daughter of Vesper, the Evening Archmage, the king decided to reduce me and Piper to “talented magicians” for cheap parlor tricks in order to entertain the nobility. If I had the option to engage with flamboyant rich people for laughs or remain in the Twilight Wing of the palace studying the history of celestial entities and magic itself, I’d go with the latter.

The atmosphere was beautiful, I won't lie; only the best from the Orionis royal family. But the gold on top of gold chandeliers, railings, and table centerpieces reflecting warm light proved too much for my poor overworked brain. Maybe it was a side effect of being cooped up in the Twilight Wing for years on end or my affinity to the night's darkness. Perhaps both. If I had a hand in decorating tonight's event, I'd turn the ballroom into something attuned to a planetarium; stars scattered across the walls and silver cutlery along with the table centerpieces — more along the themes of the constellation that the kingdom is named after.

I gazed out into the crowd, sipping a bit of sparkling cider that was too bubbly for my tastebuds. The music that orchestra played was whimsical enough to rival Cinderella’s in terms of crowd pleasing. They moved so smoothly and elegantly, exchanging dance partners as if it was as simple as a handshake. Dresses weren’t tugged by the floor and were allowed to spread evenly and twirl about if they were silk. Oh, I envy them. Poor little me was stuck on the sides in a glamourized recreation of my uniform. It would’ve been nice if I could actually enjoy myself instead of reading horoscopes for pretentious people only for them to get upset about their future.

Out of nowhere, an older looking blonde nobleman approached me. Just looking at his snobby, stuck up appearance, I would have to play nice in spite of my annoyance.

"Good evening sir,” I greeted, smiling gently.

“Good evening, indeed,” he spoke with a little too much enthusiasm. Perhaps he had too much to drink and decided to chat up the only loner that was on active duty. “Algol, although you've most likely heard of me.”

If he phrased as a question, I would've been thinking of a more savory thing to reply with. The fact that this man insisted on it being an honest statement baffled me. I truly did not know this person.

“I'm sorry,” I said meekly, “I'm afraid not.”

His face grew a bit red; whether it was already from the drinks, embarrassment, or anger, I couldn't tell. Still, he didn't look pleased.

“Algol… Duke of Sigma Persei… ” he said slowly.

“Oh,” the realization hit me like a meteor. “you're from Perseus,”

“Well, of course,” he rolled his eyes, flicking a couple of stray hairs away from his face. “As the so-called ‘Cosmic Fortuna’, I'd figure you'd already know.”

The only response I could muster was rapidly blinking my eyelids; acting like he was supposed to get the hint and try his time with some other poor girl. Unfortunately, he failed and was still in front of me looking ever so haughty. Still, I had to save face.

“Apologies, I don't get many chances to talk to other noblemen outside of the kingdom,” I explained, leaving out the part where it's somewhat part of my own violation.

He scuffed, annoyed. “Well then, if you have no indication of my identity, how can you even properly divine my future?”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Is what I would’ve said if he didn’t walk away with his head held high and probably in a nicer tone of voice. Feeling defeated, I took another sad sip of my drink.

“You good, Cos?” My attention focused on the blue eyed girl with white crescent moons for pupils — Piper.

“Yeah, fine.”

She squinted at me then blinked a few times, a familiar sign of her not buying for the “I'm fine, let it go” song and dance routine. Again, books and reading.

I sighed, my grip loosening around the stem of the glass. In turn, Piper also sighed, getting the memo. Unlike me, she lived for the busy crowds and chatty with the bourgeois

She leaned in close, whispering amongst the beautiful ensemble. “The garden gate is unlocked. Tell Selene I said hi.”

A smile graced my lips. Piper leaned back, removing the cider from my hands and taking a sip. I swiftly nodded my head, my curled hair bouncing as I moved. She ventured back into the crowd — probably looking for a waiter with a tray of more bubbling drinks.

A little fresh air wouldn't hurt anybody, I thought.

Following suit, I made my way through the crowd of people towards the open double doors that led to the garden. It wasn't too crowded with people, a few stragglers peppered among the greens. Most likely also running away from talking to self-righteous rich people and needed a break from the stuffy atmosphere. Striding past them across the cobblestone path, I approached the wooden door that separated the wilderness from the carefully curated grounds of the palace.

The door itself wasn't very interesting — merely plain dark oak wood with a gold keyhole with a matching door knob engraved with our constellation insignia. I took hold of it and turned. It didn't not budge so it was unlocked. Before I pushed it open, I stopped myself. How did Piper know that the door wasn't locked? The gardener Fiona had always made sure that it was locked, especially at night when the little woodland critters were out and about looking for food. If Piper was inside the whole night, she'd have no idea.

Nevertheless, I disregarded the inquiry and pushed the door open, crossing the threshold. My breath hitched. A rush exploded from within me. A familiar rush that I’ve felt since I was ten. The exhilarating feeling of breaking unwritten rules and diving into one’s vices. I had to stay on task, though. Quickly, I closed the door behind me and took a breath of sweet relief to calm my senses.

Get a hold of yourself. I reprimanded myself. You’re barely set foot into the forest.

Another deep breath and swift exhale was enough to get me to keep moving. I took a few steps before realizing something -- my shoes. In order to blend in with the ladies at the party, Vesper insisted that I wear a pair of nice heels fit for dancing. Piper (like usual) smooth talked her way out of wearing traditional heels in favor of some riding boots. If only I had her level of confidence and deviance. Then again, here I was a mere two inches away from the door and a couple hundred feet towards freedom.

It’s not like I wanted to run away — Piper always had a knack for escaping into the deep wood — I just wanted some space. Some nice center of the woods all by myself and the stars space.

My eyes traveled towards them. They looked better out in the open, shining like no tomorrow. Not obscured by the royal blue curtains decorating with a golden scroll pattern. Not hidden away from the world… Something welled up inside my being; it wasn’t a good something.

Maybe I should just head back. I considered it. Yea, back to the palace…

It’s times like these where I remind myself that no one else was out here to see me — that everyone was inside fast asleep. But that’s not the case this time. Everyone is inside but awake, lively even. And that comes with a new risk of my nightly escapades: the threat of me getting caught. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it since I’ve begun indulging in my vice but that there’s a difference between a few guards randomly sleeping at their night posts and a couple guests lying around the palace grounds. Still, once again, I made it past the door. The door was the only thing preventing me from venturing out into the woods.

That’s it. I’m going. Even if my shoes make noise. I don’t care.

And from there, I ran. Not caring if anyone heard.

My mind finally felt at ease. Finally, after so many long nights, I was back in the ocean of the stars at last. I felt free. Free from socializing and watching and the overabundance of golden this and golden that reflecting golden hour levels of light with little remorse. It felt great.

Well, there was one thing that still bothered me. I allowed the wind to touch me, feeling the cool breeze tickle on my back and delicate wings. Giving them a few flaps, they woke up and readied at attention.

That's better.

Letting go of a stray breath, I hummed the ball's waltz. My arms raised with a mind of their own, my breath calm and controlled; my eyes fixed upon the starry night sky. And soon, I began to dance. Not so rigid like the shelter and stone cold higher class but not like the intoxicated earls, dukes, and whatnots relieving the stress of putting up fronts. A mere mix that laid straight in the middle — a dance of a girl who wants to be alone and is happy with it.

The stars got brighter. Shining and illuminating the heart of the forest that was my oasis. The moon casted a dim light reflecting the sun’s glow; trees highlighted with iridescent silver. Owls silently flying overhead but hooting a welcome message to the lady of the night. It was perfect.

A familiar feeling flowed through my body that I haven't felt for a few weeks: warmth. A warm glow. A warmth took me to the quiet place of my mind. I closed my eyes and continued moving, trusting the light to protect me during my sacred rite of relaxation.

My mind's eye painted the perfect scene. Not too different from the current setting but somehow more extravagant. The grass no longer laid beneath me and in its place was a lovely spring that remained still as my feet moved. Stars swirled in the sky like an oil painting, the light streaking in a controlled manner. I kept dancing, a smile making itself known on my face. Little wisps of periwinkle energy exuded from my fingertips, filling the area with magic. It was perfect. My own microcosm safely hidden away from the rest of the world. My smile grew and I could feel my feet departing with the ground, my wings carrying me higher. Euphoria swept through my entire being; the stars expanding and glowing immensely.

“Woah…” a bewildered voice interrupted.

My eyes snapped open, my beautiful art piece escaping me.

There he was.

Among the trees.

Gawking at my suddenly still body floating a good couple of feet above the ground.

His almost midnight blue hair would’ve hidden him completely amidst the night sky if it hadn’t been for his stunning gold epaulets and the dramatic cape flowing behind him.

I gasped, “Crowned Prince Rigel!”

Immediately, my body dropped onto the grass in a bowing position.

“I-I apologize that you have to see me in this state,” my face burned with embarrassment.

The prince stepped out of the trees and into my circle of twirling dim stars.

“Please, call me Rigel,” his voice was soft but low. “Don’t bow before me, Cosmic, I’m not your king yet.”

I rose up, dusting off my skirt and facing his royal highness.

“Yes, but as crowned prince, you command my respect.”

He shook his head, a smile brimming from his lips. “I thought titles never mattered to you?”

“In the case of my department’s employment, I’d say that they do.” Royal mages without ties to the royal family would just be regular old mages after all. Not that I think they could ever get old in the first place.

He laughed lightly. I sucked in a breath.

“Speaking of my department, you’re not going to…?”

He chuckled, waving a gloved hand. “Of course not. Far be it from me to tell the Evening Archmage that his daughter is skipping out on royal events.”

I released a sigh of relief but a feel of uneasiness still churned in my stomach.

Why hasn’t he said anything about my wings?

In good measure, I hid them again before he could ask.

“So…” Something I didn’t expect from the Prince of Orionis was him searching for a conversation starter. Most royals are very keen on small talk. “What made you leave the ball anyway?” he asked.

I looked down, fiddling with strands of hair that framed my face.

“I needed some fresh air.”

In response, Prince Rigel let out a hum mixed with a short giggle.

“I feel you,” he confessed. “Too many people with too much money and too much energy talking on and on about not having a good time.”

I raised a brow. “Isn’t that the point of these things?”

“Unfortunately not,” Rigel shook his head, his hair flowing with each turn. “The point is to find a spouse for poor unassuming young noblemen. Jokes on them, we’re very aware.”

I laughed but felt empty. Laughter is the best medicine for life’s unfairness — cheaper than breaking down and crying about how you can’t change it. Even the highest of highs cannot escape their predestined fates… Wonder what that says about the ones that choose to pursue the impossible…

“Well, um we should be heading back now…” I cleared my throat and moved to leave the dense wood.

He placed a hand carefully on my shoulder, halting me. “Wait.”

I turned to face him. “Yes, your highness?”

“I never said that I wanted to go back.”

True, he indeed didn’t mention his intentions of heading back.

“Then what would you like to do?”

The prince pulled away slightly, then offered his hand to me.

“With all that small talk, I didn't get a chance to dance with anyone yet…”

I stayed silent but eyed him carefully, flickering back and forth from his hand to the soft look in his eyes. He took my hand in his, raising it to his lips and placing a gentle peck.

“Will you dance with me under the light of the stars and silence of the night?”

#creative writing #original writing #original story #short story #writers on tumblr #writing #royalty #bwwm wmbw #stars #constellations #astrology #fairies #magic

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WEDDING SINGER. JEONGHAN

( a scrapped draft i'll never finish, sorry abt my disappearance lol )

It’s the second wedding Jeonghan ever recalls attending in his entire life. There was his Auntie’s wedding when he was much younger, and the only memories of the event were fed to him through old film, where he stands in a dainty suit — baggy and un-ironed, his stubby and mucky fingers try & grab the uncut cake and his mother still remembers the scolding she gave him. Jeonghan is much older now, and sits on a table at his best-friend’s wedding instead, and he doesn’t think he’ll grab at the cake this time around — if he stops glugging down the cheap wine being served, that is.

The table is empty, only Jeonghan sits, swirling the last of his drink in it’s glass. He considered socialising but he stops himself — the bitter feeling of loneliness may have him say something he shouldn’t, or doesn’t mean. It’s only normal, he thinks, having to watch happy couples sway and dance to the music he seems to drown out quite easily. There’s a few people Jeonghan thinks shouldn’t be on the dancefloor, they trip over their feet and have poor rhythm, but ultimately have a smile on their face, and it fuels his bitter mood even more. Jeonghan thinks that maybe, if he had someone to bring he could also dance like a buffoon in front of everyone’s watching eyes, and still smile and laugh.

But he doesn’t, and he sits alone, slightly tipsy with a growling stomach. He stands up with wavy legs and makes his way through the loud crowd of people happier than him. The buffet is somewhat empty now, and he knows people have taken the best bits, but his stomach has probably began to eat itself by this point. He grabs a paper plate, and a splash of someone else’s wine stains the rim, but he doesn’t care enough to grab another. In front of him chicken is displayed, but it’s grey and dry-looking, and it suppresses Jeonghan’s appetite almost completely.

Jeonghan sits at the empty table again, a few broken salted crackers with cheese lay sadly on his plate, next the chicken he regrets picking up. There is a shuffle, and the chair next to him scrapes against the floor.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A voice asks. Jeonghan doesn’t even look at first, his eyes bore into his plate as he nods mindlessly. Then, the aroma of cake fills his senses, sweet vanilla cake with sickly amounts of buttercream. The cake that was cut hours ago. Jeonghan’s eyes draw up at this, his eyes land upon a girl, visually no younger no older than him. She shovels a forkful of the cake into her mouth, oblivious to Jeonghan’s concerned stare. Had she really been walking around with a plate of cake for hours? Was it not dry and disgusting yet? She seemed to enjoy it at least.

Perhaps Jeonghan wasn’t aware of how unsettling his stare was, maybe just for the girl at least. In the corner of her eye she watched him watch her and wondered what could possibly be so entertaining or alarming about eating cake. Her chewing slowed to a halt, and she turned to look at him.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen one shot #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #svt #svt x reader

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fumikomiyasaki · 7 months

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[evil] Hewwo bestie i offer ❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞ for jealousy dialogues and [ CARESS ] for actions for anyone you want :))c

Jealousy

❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞

Old wounds carve deep they said... and similar it was for Phobetor... even if he was getting better, being closer with Orphne and slowly dealing better with his cursed body... on that day he noticed himself glancing back at his former lover... given this joined event settled different students from different schools into this room, yet Orphne ignored him and focused on what the staff had to say... eventually he snapped out of it and turned his gaze back to her instead of Camilla... feeling somewhat guilty he did and took a deep breath.

He tried to join her in listening but eventually his gaze shifted once in a while... pain stinging in his chest as it got better once Orphne accidentally let her arm lean on his... moreso to relax but it snapped him back... once the talk was done the two oft them were alone near the rose gardens as he spoke up.

"Something on your mind?"

"Nothing really just another daydream..."

She was the same as usual but still he took her hand feeling the guilt pressing into him.

❝ You know i’m yours, right? I only have eyes for you. ❞

"I know, so what?"

"I... often still feel trapped by the past... like some things are left unsaid hence... I felt bad looking at her."

"And what do you want? For me to punch you about it? Whats done is done... and you should accept that."

"You are right..."

With a small smile he held the Dame's hand... walking with her... its good he had her as a somewhat calming force to his broken state of mind... and so he managed for the rest of the day to not look back anymore... only at his current partner... in hopes to not be consumed by the nightmares himself.

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[ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

Keres didn't really want to be here, but still they accompanied hiding behind Nanoya and Flynn to this gala to celebrate Flynns debut... in the end for most of the time they were just standing to the side with Nanoya and chatted a little but even he was dragged away being questions by some paparazzi while they hoped nobody would spot them... just to be approached by an actress who looked at them in disdain.

"Urgh and somebody like you gets to hang closely with such a refined actor... he really must take pity on you."

Pity, huh? Thats what they thought alright... it always been like this... people only hanging out with them cause of pity, at least thats how they saw it... maybe it wasn't the best idea to come here... what if they ruin the reputation of the both of them... what if this all is just an elaborate scheme over all this time.. they gripped their arms in annoyance untill Flynn stopped by with smirk.

"Hey is this colleague of mine bothering you, my dear Amber."

"Just admit it, Flynn... You only hang with this person for your own entertainment, they seem like a good person to fool... our scene had far more impact toget-"

Before she could talk on, Flynn already gave her a light smack across the face, much to Keres surprise... but even moreso that he pulled them close for a passionate kiss... clearly marking his territory among the other guests that they belong to him, glaring sharply.

"I am sorry, deary but... if you dare to insult my dearest partner then, you can be assured your next few auditions for roles might not go well... you should watch your back if you dare slander my dear Ambers name."

"You little."

He turned to Keres.

"Are you alright?"

"I a-am but could you not focus on me."

"Right... let me draw all the attention to me so you can rest."

He took one of the mics and went onto the table... it was like he was set on ruining that womans name in front of the crowd... deserved it seems cause she been causing quite some trouble for a while... Nanoya meanwhile came back and leaned his arms around Keres.

"If there is one thing Flynn is passionate about its protecting who he cares about... its always been this way..."

They looked back at him, feeling the warmth of Nanoyas arms and looking how much he made a show out of this somewhat pushed some of the bad thoughts from before away.. but not all of them.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #phobetor matalon #phobetor x orphne #flynn deradelle #flynn x keres #flynn x nanoya x keres

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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years

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Dannymay14

Simulation

You wake up. You remember it’s Friday and you need to get up for school. You look at you’re clock. It’s nine… you’re late.

oOo

Valerie sat in her seat glancing out the window, paying no attention to Lancer’s lecture, letting the words grow muffled in her ears.

Nothing out of the ordinary had happened today, but she still felt… on edge. Off. She didn’t know what what was causing it but it had her nerves flaring. It made her distracted.

Valerie sighed. Maybe she was just stressed, needed to expend some energy. Hopefully, there would be a ghost attack soon, and she could calm down after hunting Phantom whenever he showed up.

She tried to mentally prod the edges of her suit for comfort, tried to graze the warm, bright energy that felt like a friend, but…

Suddenly a ghost crashed into the classroom, sending her peers into a panic. Value jumped back, before recognizing exactly who this ghost was.

Large and loud, it looked more like an overgrown puppy than the hulking green beast that haunted her revenge fantasies. Still, rage and fear and animosity roiled inside her, only the barest scrap of sense stopping her from activating her suit then and there.

Then Phantom came flying after, intangibly through the walls, before crashing into the hound, fists raised.

The dog yowled as his staggered from the blow, falling apart into green smoke. It was just… gone.

It had been over so fast.

In this light, Phantom almost looked heroic, but he wore a smile Valerie had never seen on him (who’s smile was that?), one too kind for that arrogant, problem-causing, smug ghost.

Vaguely, she realized her class was cheering. That seemed like a bit of an exaggerated response to the self proclaimed ghost hero, and it annoyed her somewhat.

Danny moved in next to her with a grin. “Wow!” He started, “He saved us, Val! Wasn’t that incredible.”

Ordinarily, Valerie would have scoffed at that but, it wasn’t like Danny to talk about ghosts. He’d always seemed to want to avoid even the topic of them. She wasn’t sure if it was his fear of them, or something to do with his parents but, he always stayed out of ghost related discussion without fail.

Valerie’s eyes narrowed at him; he definitely wasn’t one to gush about Phantom the way more and more people seemed to these days.

Danny laughed nervously, “I mean. You saw it too, you have to admit it was impressive.” He stuttered, as if he had heard her thoughts.

She checked the colour of his eyes, quickly. Blue, not red (Too blue. Too flat…). He wasn’t overshadowed then…

“I guess my parents are wrong. Not all ghosts are bad.” Danny added.

That was ridiculous. Valerie wasn’t even going entertain that. It was then that Valerie noticed Phantom was still here, her classmates and teacher still cheering in the tones of stock crowd.

Something was off.

“I’ve got to go,” Valerie said, mostly to herself.

“Wait!” Danny called, pushing in front of her. “I just- you agree right? Maybe Phantom isn’t good, but surely all ghosts can’t be evil-“

“What are you even talking about?” Valerie asked, scowling at Danny. Of course she’d thought that, but she’d only ever expressed the barest disdain for Phantom.

“What if one just wanted to help, help you Valerie? She’s only ever wanted to-“

Everything vanished in a haze of red.

oOo

You wake up. It’s Friday morning. You look up at you’re clock. You’re late for school.

oOo

Valerie sat in her seat, stressed out to all hell, and suffering from the worst sense of deja-vu.

She couldn’t be in here right now.

Valerie stopped tapping her foot, and asked to go to the bathroom. She couldn’t afford to skip right now, but she wasn’t processing the lesson anyway.

She took all that restless energy to the roof, transforming in an instant.

Valerie blinked.

That had been… underwhelming. Uncomfortably so. Putting on her suit, it had grown to feel like a warm embrace, the sensation of power gently filling her veins, shielding her, holding her up, supporting her.

But now…? It had been like the suit just put itself on when she needed it. Nothing more. The strength was there, but none of the warmth.

Like the suit was there, but the power of the suit wasn’t present.

She shook off the dissonance, deciding not to dwell on it. She was probably just keyed up.

She summoned her hoverboard without issue, and sped over the streets of Amity.

Valerie moved as though she were on patrol, making her rounds to the parts of Amity Portal’s tended to open. Unfortunately, she didn’t find any ghosts, but she supposed that was a good thing, and she’d managed to burned away some of that unease just by flying. Even if it didn’t feel right.

Then, a small green-faced ghost child, dressed as a pirate, popped into her vision.

“Ghost!” She cried, shaking off her shock, and summoning a blaster.

“Wait, Valerie! You wouldn’t shoot a child?”

Valerie cocked the weapon, aiming it at the ghost’s head “How do know my name?” She growled.

“Erm,” the ghost stumbled, “that’s not important.” He deflected. “Let me ask a question?”

Valerie shot at the ghost. It dodged hastily.

“He- You can see I’m a child. A ghost child, but still basically a toddler. What damage could I do?”

“You kidnapped had the adults in town!” Valerie yelled, annoyed as her shots kept missing.

“Oh.” The ghost stopped dodging, appearing shocked. One of her attacks grazed him and he cringed, moving again, “I’m sure I had a good reason for that. I probably didn’t even hurt anyone.”

Valerie didn’t know why she was talking to this obviously delusional (amnesiac?) ghost. She tried to cool her anger, focusing as she shot, racing around him.

“Look, Val, I just don’t think it’s reasonable for you to assume I was going to do any harm. I just wanted to see a friend.”

She scoffed, still riled at the use of her nickname. “Ghosts don’t have friends.”

“Well I do!” He snapped. Freezing from his dodging again. “I just want to be there to help my friend, but you’re being an intolerant-“

A shot hit the center of the ghost’s torso.

Valerie flinched back slightly as the attack tore a hole write through it.

The pirate ghost closed its eyes, form flickering as it exhaled slowly, almost as though he were praying for patience. Only, it was the whole that was flickering, flickering around her-

Everything vanished in a haze of red.

oOo

You wake up.

It’s Friday.

You’re late for school.

oOo

Valerie raced down the stairs.

“Dad, I’m-“ she began to call out to indicate her departure, but apparently this time (this time?), she didn’t even have to leave her house for things to get weird.

“Sorry Valerie, I had a bit of an accident?” Said a ghost that looked creepily like her father. “I know ghosts have always been a bit of a sore subject, but surely you and I can move past that.”

Valerie took a step back. “What the fuck?” She activated her suit in an instant, ignoring the wrongness of the action, “What the actual fuck? Who are you and what have you done with my dad?” She yelled at the imposter.

“I am your dad, honey.” It said, holding its palms to her as though she could be soothed right now, “Now Valerie, I need you to calm down…”

“Calm down? You-“ she growled furiously, shooting at the ghost.

The ghost staggered, seeming stunned. He stared at the hole in its chest uncomprehendingly.

Valerie might have been unsettled by the ease in which her weapon had shot through the ghost, but the uncanny deja-vu overshadowed it entirely.

“You just… shot him.” The ghost said a little blankly.

She cocked her gun again, trying to pretend the ghost didn’t look so similar to her dad. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t tell me were my dad is, ghost!” She threatened, smothering all her fear and worry under the easy, ever-present under her skin.

“Valerie,” the ghost started, voice raising, “What if you’re dad did come back as a ghost. Would you shoot him down, over your stupid principals, hurt him, because you couldn’t let yourself listen to reason for five seconds! What if you hurt him? He loves you, Val! I love you!”

Valerie pretended that hadn’t shaken her to her core. “I wouldn’t shoot him,” she said, voice quivering at the edges, “because he’s not a ghost. And don’t think you can go back to pretending you’re him after what you just said.”

“No.” He said dejectedly, “I won’t. I don’t know why I try… But Val, I really do care about you a lot and… I’d like for you to know me like I know you if you’re ever willing to listen.”

“Who-“ Valerie started, extremely unsettled.

The ectoplasm of her dad’s face and skin and clothes melted away, an image that would haunt her nightmares. The image kept peeling away until all that was left was red.

Vaguely shaped like a person, vaguely shaped like her. The ghost’s form was fuzzy at the edges, and…

They felt like a friend. They felt like power, like red, like support, like protection, and everything in between.

“I’m a person,” it responded in a high, almost-robotic voice, “just a person.”

And then that red engulfed the world.

oOo

Valerie woke up feeling groggy and heavy like she had spent the whole knight ghost hunting.

Vaguely, she remembered it was Friday morning, groaning as she looked at the clock and realized she had to get out of bed or she’d be late.

As she got up, she mentally nudged that bundle of warmth and power under her skin that was her suit, as she did most mornings.

She cringed, pulling away. She knew she was just projecting onto in, but today it didn’t feel like comfort. It didn’t feel like the love of a friend.

It felt hopeless.

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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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hi there! I got an idea!! (this includes one of my proxies that I haven't used much yet...so if you have questions lmk!)

So Tony decides to take some free time and go to a bar for some downtime. The particular bar he's going to has boxing matches, so that's the added entertainment and he decided to go and watch a few matches. What he doesn't expect is to see Anni boxing with Silva and Tony becomes a simp. He can see the tattoo that he was working on, on Anni's back and almost feels a sense of pride at seeing his work on her body, shes also in tight athletic wear and Tony finally gets a little glimpse at what Anni meant when she said she was a proxy. Silva is really good at boxing, but luckily they have gloves on and can't beat each other up too much but still enough to where you can break some skin so Anni has a busted lip and a little bloody noise but it looks like she's having fun and they both are grinning at each other and laughing while everyone else is cheering for one or the other. In the end, Silva does win and almost knocks Anni out with a hit to the temple but Anni gets up and Silva makes sure she's okay and Anni finds Tony at the bar and he is blushing and simping so hard whereas Anni is just going off of the adrenaline rush that she just got from the match and just talking to him happily, even with her busted lip and bloody nose!

(Feel free to ask questions, add or change anything! Tysm!!!)

[ special surprise. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Slight violence, Tony being friendzoned constantly.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD! I somewhat blacked out while writing this...I'm super sorry if this isn't readable, I'll redo it later if needed--

Word count: 2,162

Tony had been looking forward to a night out for weeks, and the bar with the boxing matches seemed like the perfect place to relax and unwind. As he walked in, the sounds of cheering and shouting filled the air, and he could feel the energy of the crowd pulsing through him. He found a spot near the ring, ordered a drink, and settled in to watch the matches. The fights were intense, with the boxers throwing punches and dodging blows with skill and precision. Tony was completely absorbed in the action, shouting and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.But then, something caught his eye. In one of the matches, he saw a figure that looked familiar. As the boxers circled each other, Tony realized with a shock that it was someone he knew - the same girl who had come to him for a tattoo just a few weeks ago.

There were so many people watching, so many people cheering. And who was standing in front of him? Yes, Anni. It was at that moment that he finally realized that what he had decided to watch was not for not just his entertainment, but everyone else's as well. His mouth became dry and his nerves jumbled in the pit of his stomach as his eyes trailed her. But he wasn't completely offset by the situation. It looked like a lot of fun, and with the smiles coming from the girls boxing around for the amusement of the crowd they still seemed to have a good time. Tony tried to get rid of the annoying nerves in his body, his hands rubbing on her arms to comfort him— but he couldn't help but let his eyes trail alongside Anni's figure.

As the match continued, Tony couldn't take his eyes off of her. He watched as she moved with grace and power, her muscles rippling with each punch and dodge. And then, as she turned to face her opponent, Tony saw it - the tattoo that he had worked so hard on, etched onto her back in intricate detail. He felt a surge of pride and excitement, knowing that his art was now a part of the action in the ring. But as the match wore on, Tony found himself becoming more and more distracted by Anni's presence. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, watching as she fought with a fierce determination that seemed to radiate from every inch of her body.

As the match between Anni and Silva continued, the crowd grew more and more excited. Silva was a skilled boxer, with years of training and experience under his belt. But Anni was holding her own, moving with agility and speed that surprised everyone watching. As the two fighters traded blows, Tony could see the impact of their punches, even through the gloves. Anni's lip was starting to swell, and there was a trickle of blood running down her nose. But she didn't seem to mind - in fact, she was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying herself despite the pain. Silva was equally focused, her eyes fixed on Anni as she threw punch after punch. But Silva wasn't trying to hurt her - Tony could see that she was holding back, using just enough force to make the match exciting without causing serious injury.

And then, in a split second, everything changed. Silva landed a hard hit to Anni's temple, and she stumbled, her eyes rolling back in her head. For a moment, it looked like she might be knocked out cold. But then, with a groan, Anni started to stir. She blinked a few times, looking dazed and disoriented. Silva rushed over, concern etched on her face, and helped Anni to her feet. Tony could see that Anni was a little shaky, but she seemed to be all right.

"Come on Anni! Don't let her take you down, you're tougher than that!" Anni's ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice calling out to her. Yes, the woman was now skillfully punching the shit out of her and nearly had her pinned. Everybody counted to the seconds of how long she was pinned down for, and Anni knew that if they counted to five it would most likely be over.

She gave Silva a weak smile, and the two of them embraced, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. As the crowd cheered and applauded, Tony couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the two fighters. They had put on an incredible show, displaying skill and sportsmanship in equal measure. And in the end, it was clear that both Anni and Silva had come away with a newfound respect for each other - and for the sport that they loved.

After the match, Anni was feeling exhilarated - her heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush of the fight. She spotted Tony at the bar and made her way over to him, still grinning from ear to ear. Tony, on the other hand, was completely starstruck. He had been watching Anni in the ring, marveling at her skill and determination, and now here she was, standing right in front of him. He could hardly believe it. As Anni approached, Tony felt himself blushing and simping uncontrollably. He could see the busted lip and bloody nose that she had sustained during the match, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit worried for her.

But Anni seemed completely unfazed by her injuries. She was still talking animatedly about the match, describing the thrill of being in the ring and the rush of adrenaline that she had experienced.

Tony listened raptly, hanging on every word that Anni spoke.

Anni had just finished a tough boxing match, and she was feeling exhilarated. She had won the fight, and the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins. She made her way to the bar to meet up with some friends, and that's when she saw Tony.

Tony was sitting at the bar, leaning in a little too close to Anni, and he had a sly smile on his face. "Hey there, champ," he said, his voice dripping with flirtation.

Anni smiled back at him, but she didn't pick up on his hints. "Thanks, Tony. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, admiring the tattoo he had given her on her shoulder.

Tony pouted playfully. "Oh, come on, Anni. You're making me blush. Can I buy you a drink to celebrate your victory?"

Anni nodded, grateful for the offer. "Sure, thanks. I'll have a beer," she said, settling onto a stool beside him.

As Tony ordered their drinks, he couldn't help but flirt with Anni some more. "You know, Anni, I've been watching you fight for a while now, and I have to say, you're pretty amazing," he said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

Anni blushed a little at the compliment, but she didn't think much of it. "Thanks, Tony. I've been working hard at it," she said, taking a sip of her beer.

Tony leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing against Anni's ear. "You know, Anni, I think you're amazing in more ways than one," he whispered, his tone low and seductive.

Anni turned to look at him, confused. "What do you mean, Tony?" she asked, oblivious to his flirting.

Tony chuckled, realizing that Anni wasn't picking up on his hints. "Nevermind, Anni. Let's just enjoy our drinks," he said, taking a sip of his own beer.

As they chatted and laughed, Tony couldn't help but continue to flirt with Anni, even though she didn't seem to be catching on. But he didn't mind too much; he enjoyed her company, and he was happy to be there to celebrate her victory with her. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for her - not just for her boxing skills, but for her confidence and fearlessness in the face of danger. As they continued to talk and found themselves even walking outside as they spoke, Tony found himself becoming extremely immersed into the convo with the hot woman— who could blame him? This was a hot proxy woman that he was practically head over heels for!

"Man, if I were you, I probably would have tapped out immediately," Tony laughed a bit.

"Where's the fun in that?" Anni asked and she shook her head. As she managed to pull her eyes away from him, she noticed how many more people were out versus how many walked during the daytime.

"Wow, there's so many more people out here at night." Anni didn't realize that the two were already walking towards the main street strip.

"You know what they say, all the freaks come out at night..." Tony said with a bit of distaste and was already on the lookout for anything unusual around them. The last thing he wanted was some asshole to ruin their night.

"So where are we going exactly? I mean, there are a lot of bars out here to go to..." Anni asked as she stared at the overflowed bars all over the streets.

"One-Eyed Jacks." Tony said and his arm rose with a pointed finger, "I hear it's one of the best bars round these parts. After that show, you have to let me buy you a drink, it was amazing." Tony attempted to throw hints at her that he was flirting with her— but Anni's oblivious nature obviously didn't pick up on the hints he was shoving in her face. Anni stared down the insanely packed roadways and managed to see the huge, glowing sign on the left hand side of the street. It had a large skull with an eye-patch over one eye like some sort of pirate flag. It didn't seem to be as packed as any of the other bars, but obviously drew in the more interesting people.

"You wanna go there?" She heard Tony asked and noticed that he was staring at her. Anni nodded,

"Yeah, the place looks like a lot of fun!" She smiled back at him. Tony led Anni through the immensity of people, keeping a close eye on her just in case some drunken asshole wanted to cop a feel. She loyally followed him closely and eyed all the people around her, almost everyone clad in black leather. As they entered the establishment, cackles and bellows filled the room's space and flooded Anni's ears. Everyone seemed like they were having a wonderful time with each other. And for the first time in a while, she didn't sense any hostility amongst the band of happy bikers.

"Here, sit down." Tony offered an empty bar stool at a tall table. Anni hopped up on the stool and rested her elbows on the wooden table, watching Tony take a seat across from her. In no moment at all, a waitress was already at their table side. As they talked, Tony found himself struggling to keep his composure. He was so overwhelmed by Anni's presence that he could hardly think straight. But Anni seemed to be completely at ease, chatting happily and laughing despite the pain she must have been feeling. In the end, Tony realized that he didn't need to be nervous or self-conscious around Anni. She was just a regular person, like him, with her own strengths and weaknesses. And as he listened to her talk, he felt a sense of connection and admiration that was deeper than any fleeting crush or infatuation.

"So, Anni, you were really killing it out there today, I know I keep saying that, but it's true! I know veryone in the crowd agreed with me." Tony said, a sly smile on his face. "I couldn't help but notice how amazing you look in those workout clothes."

Anni smiled back at him, but she didn't pick up on his flirtatious tone. "Thanks, Tony. I've been working really hard at my fitness routine."

Tony pouted playfully. "Oh, Anni, you're breaking my heart. Can't a guy give a girl a compliment these days without being accused of flirting?"

Anni laughed, still oblivious to Tony's intentions. "Of course, you can! I appreciate the compliment, Tony. You're such a good friend."

Tony's smile faltered a little at the mention of the word "friend," but he didn't let it show. "Yeah, of course, Anni. Friends can compliment each other, right?" As they chatted and joked, Tony continued to flirt with Anni, but she remained oblivious. She talked about her work, her hobbies, and her goals, and Tony listened intently, sipping on his drink as he smiled at her.

"So, Anni, have you ever thought about going out with me sometime?" Tony asked, taking a chance.

Anni looked at him, surprised. "Of course! You don't even need to be all formal, we're good friends!" His smile faltered as his eyebrows narrowed at this small, completely oblivious woman.

She was driving him insane.

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