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lianaloverr · 2 months

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I Wanna Be More Than A Friend/Drunken Confessions

Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Colby have always had some tension between your friendship, but one night and a party, a drunken Colby confesses his desires.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

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Hiiiii! I’m so sorry i haven’t posted a fiction in a while! I hope y’all still with me! Anyways sit back and enjoy!

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“Hey girl you almost ready?” your friend Alexia said from down the hallway. “Yea! I just gotta put on my earrings.” you say.

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You and your friend Alexia are getting ready to go to a party set up by your best friends Sam and Colby. You’ve known those since you guys were 16 and still are stuck together till this day. However, you and Colby have chemistry together. Everybody knew had a crush on each other but just never wanted to admit it. Honestly you couldn’t deny you had feelings for him, but u never thought he liked you. You liked him very much, but you didn’t want to ruin the seemingly perfect you guys had if you got rejected.

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A tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your thoughts and it was Alexia asking you if you were ready to go. “Girl, you ready to go?” she said. “Mhm yea.”

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Colby’s POV

“Hey Sam! What time does the party start again?” I yelled out. “9!” he yelled back. “oh crap I only have 20 minutes to get myself ready.” I say. As i’m getting ready, Sam walks in the room. “Ooo getting a little fancy i see?” Sam says as i’m putting on my rings. “umm i guess so.” i say kinda confusing knowing damn well what i was doing. “Yea.. I know and i’m pretty sure everyone else knows who you’re getting all dressed up for.” Sam says in a suggestive tone. “Uhh who?” i ask. Sam just looks at me like i’m stupid, then he walks out.

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I acted clueless but i knew exactly who he was talking about. Y/n has been my best friend and Sam’s since we were 16. We always stuck with each other through thick and thin, she was by our side when Sam had his car crash, she was by our side when I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and made my first song, she was there for most of ur heartbreaks and basically everything. Of course we were there for her too, but we wouldn’t trade her for the world.

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She’s amazing. She’s beautiful. She’s helpful. She is quite literally the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. I can’t lie, i’ve had a crush on her for a while, but never expressed it due to fear of rejection, then our friendship be ruined. “Hey Colby, party’s about to start.” i hear Sam say but he walks out of the room before I can look at him. I guess I should start heading downstairs.

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Y/n ’s POV

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You and Alexia start pulling up into the house’s driveway. Just looking at it for the 1000th time makes you even more proud of your two best friends for how much they worked for it over the years. You see your friend Clara sitting outside smoking a cigarette. Once you get out the car you go over to her and ask her how she’s doing. “Not so great, my boyfriend just broke up with me.” she says. “Oh really? I’m so sorry to hear that girl.” you responded. “Yea, i’m glad I was invited to this party so i can keep my mind off of it. Thanks for bringing it up again.” she looked at you. “Sorry girl.” you say as you walk into the house.

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As you step into the house you see a bunch of strobing lights and loud music playing. “Hey girl i’m gonna go find some cute boys, wanna come with?” Alexia says to you as she passes by. “Mm nah. I’m gonna go look for Sam and Colby.” you tell her. “Mkay babe, i’ll be on the dance floor if you need me.” She says as she walks away.

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As you walk through the hallways that are drowned in red solo cups and burnt cigarette ash, a guy walks up to you. “Hey, your really pretty, wanna dance?” since you had been looking for Sam and Colby for a while, you thought it would be nice to take a break. “Uh yea, sure!” you say to the boy. He walks you out to the dance floor and you start dancing. “So, what’s your name?” you ask. “Leo, you?” he says. “Y/n.” you respond. “Pretty name.” he comments. As you and the boy are dancing, you can’t help but feel a little bit guilty. You had your eyes on one boy only but it felt like you were giving it up so easily with this dance. Even though you doubted he liked you back, you swore up and down you could see Colby from the corner of your eye, and he looked… jealous? “Hey, i’ll be right back.” you tell Leo. “Oh, okay.” he says.

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As you start looking for Colby since he disappeared, you bump into sam. “Have you seen colby?” you ask the blond haired boy. “Oh i think he went upstairs, and hi to you too.” he says. “Sorry, hey sam.” you say as you hug him, he had the smell of alcohol all over him. “see you’ve been having fun.” you tell him. “Oh yea” he laughs. “Well i’m gonna go find Colby, see ya later.” you say. “Adios!” Sam says and you chuckle.

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As you walk upstairs, you hear the music dying down as you head further. Upstairs, you check every room to find Colby, but he wasn’t there. The last room you didn’t check was the game room. When you walk in, you see a Colby downing bottle after bottle. “Hey Colby! Are you trying to kill yourself?!” you say as you take the bottles away, including the one he was drinking. “Why do you care?” Colby says slurring his words. “Of course i’m gonna care, you’re my best friend.” you tell him. “I wish i was more.” he says. “….. What?” you ask. “You heard me.” he says. “Colby, you’re just drunk.” you say, not believing him. “No, I know exactly what i’m saying. Y/n, i’ve been in love with you since.. forever. You so perfect and much too good for me. You’ve just always been there and it makes me fall even harder.” he confesses. “.. Colby.” you whisper. “What i’m trying to say is, I wanna be more than a friend.”

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You flutter your eyes open as you see sunlight flooding into the room. as you yawn and think about what happened, you turn to the other side of the bed and see a passed out Colby shirtless and hair ruffled up. As you sit there admiring him, he wakes up and looks at you. “What happened last night?” he asks in a deep, sleepy voice. “Drunken confessions.” you respond. “What?” he says. “Colby, i like you. Scratch that, I think I love you. you everything I need in life and i think we would be the perfect coup-“ before you could finish, you feel a soft pair of lips land on yours. It feels like heaven, but the heaven doesn’t last long when he pulls away. “Y/n?” he says. “Hmm?” you ask. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks you. “Of course Colby.” you respond. When you say that, he grabs your hips and pulls you to spoon him. you lay like that until you both drift back off to sleep.

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Hiii! I hoped you liked my story! I’m sorry it took so long for it to come out, didn’t know what to write about a love story lol. Thank y’all for sticking with me. Byeeeee!!!

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#colby brock #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader smut #colby x reader #xplr club #sam and colby x reader

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brooooswriting · 4 months

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hey babes. what about prompts 4, 20, 23, and 69 with tara carpenter. just looking for some hurt comfort with reader taking care/being protective over tara. thanks

4. “If I could, I would kiss all your scars away”

20. “How did you get this scar?”

23. “If even one of them touches you again, I’ll make sure they aren’t able to ever again”

69. “You’re not your past”

When you first met Tara you’d never heard about the ghost face attacks. Since your parents had a clear plan for your life, ace all your classes, do football to get a scholarship etc., you were living in your own small world.

You met Tara a bit after college start, she was in her first year while you were in your second. She was helplessly wandering around one time which was the first time you had seen her without her ‘bodyguards’ as you liked to call them. These two brunette people were always with her making it nearly impossible for you to make a move. At least until that day. You finally talked to her, offering her to walk her to her lecture.

You were the first person in months that had talked to Tara that did not want to know about the attacks and ghostface which was honestly quite refreshing. And that is how you two ended up in a relationship.

Sam doubted your innocence at first, not believing that you didn’t know about the attacks but Anika, who always knew everybody, talked to some of your friends who told her that you really were just that clueless.

So Sam started to accept you to the point where you were allowed to sleep over. That was the first time you had seen the brunette in shorter clothes as you met in the winter but the apartment was quite warm especially under the thousand blankets Tara wanted to sleep under. After you also changed into some shorts and a shirt you laid down flat on your back, Tara coming to lay against you on of her legs on top of yours, her arm wrapped around your middle and her head on your shoulder. You were quick to wrap your arm around her middle, your hand rubbing over her side and back while you watched a movie.

At some point your hand went over some scars making Tara tense up noticeably. To calm her you pressed a soft kiss to her head before sitting up a bit, you had seen the scar on her hand even before you started to date and you had counted at least four more on her back and it started to worry you.

“How’d you get these scars love?” You asked once you were leaning against the headboard. Your voice was soft and reassuring as your hand rubbed over her arm in a comforting manner.

The deep sigh tara let out and the way she sat up told you that this was going to be a long and uncomfortable discussion. But once you saw the look in her eyes you knew that it was a hard topic for her, so you opened your hand closest to her and put it on your leg giving her the opportunity to grab it for comfort whenever she wanted. “So you know where I originally come from right?” She asked you and you nodded, she had told you once very briefly before changing the topic.

“Okay, have you ever heard of ghostface?” She continued to ask, giving you a moment to think.

“Isn’t that like the villain of a horror movie or something?” The brunette in front of you chuckled lightly, wishing that she was as innocent as you were.

“Kinda yeah, but the movie is based on an actual story. All of these attacks happened in my hometown, the first ghostfaces were Billy loomis as Stu Macher. They tried to kill Billy’s girlfriend but ended up dead, since then every couple of years new people try to.. you know” she explained, her eyes fixating on the blanket that rested on top of her legs.

“Oh god, Tara. I’m so sorry, were you…?” You weren’t quite sure how to formulate what you wanted to ask but luckily for you Tara knew what you wanted to know.

“Last year it turned out that Sam’s father is Billy loomis and that made us to the top victims. So many of my friends died as… Sam’s boyfriend and my best friend decided to be the new ghostfaces. My own childhood best friend tried to kill me several times by stabbing me several times. Hence the scars” you could see some tears rolling down the younger girls face while yours was red with anger. Now it finally made sense why they wouldn’t leave Tara alone and why Sam was suspicious of you at first.

“I’m so so sorry my love, you should have never had to live through something like this. You’re so strong I hope you know that” you reassured her, your hand carefully stroking her leg.

“That isn’t all” she paused making you stop caressing her leg as you didn’t want to overwhelm her “I killed her. She tried to kill Sam again and I- I just… I shot her” she chocked out making you immediately take her into your arms, softly shushing her cries.

“It’s okay, you’re okay and Sam is okay. Everything’s fine” you whispered over and over again.

“Please don’t leave me, promise me you won’t leave me” she mumbled into the hug making you tighten your grip on her and place soft kisses on top of her head.

“I won’t. You’re not a bad person Tear bear, you’re not your past alright?! You did what you had to do to protect your family and there’s nothing wrong with that. You didn’t want to shoot her because you thought it would be fun, you did it in defense” her sobs started to calm making you take a deep breath in relief.

“And you know what?” You asked as you titled her head up so she would look at you “I’ll even do you one better than just promising you not to leave. If even one of them touches you again, I’ll make sure they aren’t able to ever again. I will promise you that too” you shot her a soft smile which she returned making your heart beat even faster.

Once she was better you laid back down and pulled her with you so she was in the same position as before. But this time you grabbed her hand with the scar on yours and brought it to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the length of it. “You know, if I could I’d kiss all your scars away” you both grinned at each other with a love sick smile before Tara leaned up to press several soft kisses to your lips. Once she was done she put her head back on your shoulder and closed her eyes, you doing the same.

And for the first night in forever, Tara felt save. Your strong arms around her made her feel like she was invisible. Oh how she hoped that you weren’t just a second Amber…

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter

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miniisunshine · 22 days

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~𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽~

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, fem reader, age gap (not mentionned, but still), both consenting adults, slight humiliation, slight dom, inspired by the movie Miller's girl

You were always aware of the power you had on the boys your age, how you would make their heads turn as you entered the room. Almost every girl would have die to have this much attention, but not you. You wanted something else, something more mature.

Not a boy, but a man, someone with history, knowledge and wisdom. A man with long brown hair, round glasses who went by the name Samuel Lafferty, your english teacher. And somehow, you knew he wanted you too.

Being a bright student you quickly peaked Sam's curiosity, leading him to assign extra homework to you; a way to add a little more to your academic portfolio in hope of helping your university's admission application.

M. Lafferty's last assignment was to write a short story in the style of your favorite author, in which you chose Henry Miller: a man whose work was filled with explicit language and sex. A controversial choice, but also a provocative one, which is what you wanted.

You sat patiently in the back of the big auditorium, waiting for your teacher to finish his lesson so you could give him the somehow nasty tale you had wrote the night before. You made sure you looked your best for Sam, not too sexy, but also not too prude, just enough to satisfy his desire.

You fiddled with your papers standing by as the other students left the room. Heart almost beating out of your chest you made your way to his desk where he was focussing on his work, probably correcting some exams.

"Mister Lafferty?"

Samuel jumped from his chair, looking at you while chuckling.

"Ah! So sorry young lady, i forgot we had a meeting after class. So.. Which author did you land on?"

You extended your arm to gave him your assignment as he removed his glasses.

"Henry Miller."

He glanced at you with a confused yet intrigued look.

"Interesting.. I didn't even know kids your age knew about him. Shall i have a look?"

You nodded, smiling shyly as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you already apprehended what he would say about your story. Sure choosing an author known to write sexual stuff was a peculiar choice, but writting a teacher/student relationship in his style was a complete different situation and that's what you chose to put yourself into.

You watched your teacher carefully reading every words you put on the papers he now had in hands. His body changed as the story evolved.

Samuel's straighten himself up, cleared his throat and looked at you, cheeks redder than usual.

"What were you hoping by making me read this type of work?"

"Im afraid i don't know what you mean M. Lafferty."

His tone hardened

"Stop acting so clueless, we both know what you tried to insuniate with this story and it is wrong, i can't accept that."

"But is it really wrong if both parties really want it sir?"

With that question, his gaze changed from neutral to angry, with a little envy behind his eyes, as he made his way to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stand up

You were shocked, scared, but somehow kinda excited by this burst of brutality, your knees becoming weak.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to understand what was going on behind his as Sam's opened his mouth a couple of times to retort, but in vain nothing came out. He sighed, brushing your arm with his fingers as he slowly made his way to the lower part of your body.

You were heating up, excitement visible in your eyes, while you follow his movements. M. Lafferty then quickly grabbed your cunt with his hand, making you jumped and squeaked from the sudden move. You felt his fingers slowly rubbing your folds still hidden in your pretty panties, revealing the wet mess you were since the beginning of this interaction.

"Just like i thought.. Are you always this wet when you see me?"

You avoided his icy blue gaze, not wanting to face the embarrassing, but true, fact he just discovered.

"I'm afraid so.."

Samuel wasted no time as he made his way into your underwear and introduced one finger in your hole while rubbing circles onto your throbbing clit with his thumb.

Whimpering, you placed your hands on his shoulders, brassing yourself for the wave of pleasure he was putting yourself to.

"Is that what you hoped for?"

You nodded vigorously as you moaned his name into his ear. You didn't care to look if the classroom door was open or if people could hear you, all you care about was the blissfull experience you were now having with the man you dreamed so much of.

He grabbed your chin once more with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pleasured you, before colliding his lips onto yours. The kiss was rushed but still passionate. Samuel removed his fingers from your now soaking cunt, leading yours to find his hardened bulge in his pants as he deepened the kiss to hide his own moans.

Feeling the power you had on him, confidence hit you and you pushed your teacher into his desk so you could climb onto his laps. He placed his free hands on your ass, slowly rocking your hips on him as you unbuckled his pants to reveal his throbbing member waiting to be taking care of.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, making his head sway back as he growled from the simple touch you offered him. Having choosen to wear a skirt today, you didn't felt the need to undress yourself, so you pulled your panties to the side and placed your entrance right to his tip, teasing him by grinding on it.

Not being a patient man, Samuel quickly guided you down on him, his rough but soft hand on your waist, making you both moan in unison. Realising the situation you were now in, he put his palm on your mouth, muffling the dirty sounds coming from it as you began to bounce on his dick.

Kneading your ass with his other hand, Samuel burried his face into your chest, whimpering as your picked up your pace. It was hot, really hot, neither of you could comprehend how you ended up in this situation but you both couldn't deny the attraction you felt from one another.

"Lay on my desk"

Commanded your teacher out of breath. You did exactly as he asked, climbing down from dick, whining a little as a void took place in your lower area. Now on your back, this was the perfect position for him to admire your pretty pussy, carressing it slowly with his long fingers.

"P-please.. M. Lafferty.."

You couldn't take this teasing anymore you needed him to fill you up once more. Grinning he inserted himself once more, slamming his length into you. A loud gasp escaped from your lips even if you tried to stay quiet.

Hands on your hips, nails digging in your flesh, Sam kept pounding mercilessly, feeling your wet walls slowly clenching onto him.

"You're gonna cum for me young lady?"

You nodded, replying with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Use your words"

His pace slowed down as his thumb made his way to your engorged pearl, rubbing steady circles on it.

"Y-yyess.."

He chuckled before increasing his speed, making your vision blurry. You could no longer hold back your orgasm as you came undone on his dick, bitting your lips hard, enough to drew blood, to hold back the scream who would have come out.

A few thrusts later, Samuel followed you, filling your cunt with his white hot liquid.

Out of breath, you both looked at each others, contemplating the damage you had done. He helped you cleaned yourself up, as he did the same for him before giving you back your papers.

"Your story was beautifully written, but i still can't accept it for... obvious reasons."

I'm kinda proud of this one!

Also i can't lie anymore, i think Sam has become my favorite character, its a problem!!

Also pt.2 thanks to @kappasbbgirl for the idea

Tell me what yall think! <3

#i ❤️ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin #culkin brothers #rory culkin smut #sam lafferty #samuel lafferty #sam lafferty under the banner of heaven #under the banner of heaven #Spotify

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angelsdean · 1 year

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i love how sam is genuinely surprised to hear dean (at 26) was allowed to go on solo hunts away from john. he literally sees them as an inseparable unit, a team all their own, and also sees dean as someone would never willingly break away from john's side, which is soo far from the truth. sam's perceptions and pov are fascinating. babyboy, dean's first solo hunt was nearly a decade ago! john used to send dean away when he was not being a perfect obedient little soldier! dean sided with john more often than not to keep the peace and so he wouldn't get sent away and so he could be around for you! sammy, it's time to wake up and smell the coffee and open ur eyes to the realities that were happening around you thee whole time, that you were so so sheltered from. it's time to see your older brother for the complex, layered person he is beyond the one dimensional caricature of him you built up in your mind and never questioned since. it's time to realize your parent(al) figure is a real life complex person beyond the role they play in your life<3 all of this said with love, like sammy, ur sooo oblivious but it's ok it's not your fault, that's kinda the point, that's kinda the whole goal, and is proof dean did a good job sheltering you from so much if you can be this clueless at age 22

#vic.txt

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haydenshill · 3 months

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Who would be the perfect girlfriend for Sam Monroe, James Kelly, David Rice, Anakin Skywalker, AJ, and choose one more character of his. Has to be a fictional character from another universe.

Oh this is kinda fun

Sam monroe would get with …

One of the girls from the Craft. I cannot decide which one though… thoughts?

James kelly

Would get with Cassie from Euphoria. She’s just enough train wreck, but obsessive and persistent that I could see it. They’d be obsessed with each other and she would follow him wherever he went. She’d also never question him when things didn’t add up.

David Rice

Would be with Mystique from X-men. He has powers, she has powers and the stuff they could get into when they joined forces. He also seems to get bored easily, and she could be someone new every night.

Would get with Dion from clueless, because I think he’d be a bit of a gold digger and would like how girly she is. She’d appreciate his maturity after dating her last guy

Anakin Skywalker

Would get with Kagura of the wind because why not. She’s a bad ass, controls the wind and can control the dead. Also she’s hot and sassy and can fly. She also is impossible to kill as long as she doesn’t have her heart. She also can make the wind turn into blades. He’d totally be attracted to such a powerful female and she’d be into him too.

Beyond that, they’re both super powerful tragic characters. They are not good or bad, but in between. In spite of the terrible things they do under the orders of an evil cruel master, they end up sacrificing themself for someone. They both just want to be loved and they both never really know how it feels to be free, until the last few moments of their lives.

If you agree or disagree, then feel free to comment or offer a better option. You can add reasons that they’re compatible or maybe reasons they are not. I love hearing everyone’s thoughts and I’m stuck at a football party bored out of my mind.

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #answered asks #sam monroe #David rice #AJ #james kelly #jumper #mystique #Kagura of the wind #life as a house #american heist #takers #the craft #clueless #just for fun #cassie

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collegetennisoriginstory · 6 months

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tbh i’m like. giggling so hard at the idea that my mc will have to Face The Music abt pursuing multiple ROs bc i’ve been steadily raising both tobin’s and sam’s romance stats for my mc (tentatively pursuing/interested in tobin, absolutely fucking clueless abt their VERY palpable romantic tension with sam) and like i’m actually kinda excited how the characters would React, i want someone to throttle my mc for being an oblivious idiot

HAHAHA. Rayyan, most probably, would do the throttling. G would just take it as fair game and be like aight, challenge accepted, finger guns 👉

Tobin would try to have a conversation about it and Sam progress would be set back by about 200 light years. Just kidding, maybe just 1 month, no biggie.

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #if #interactive fiction #asks #rayyan #tobin #sam #g

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clarencethemouse · 2 years

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Demetri Alexopoulos Relationship Headcanons

I got carried away...

this boy literally doesn’t know how to handle it

I’m sorry, but Demetri is the most clueless one on the show

have you seen the way he tried to flirt on the show? Like that for you, but 20x worse. Cause it’s you

and look at you... of course he’s gonna trip over a pencil on his way to share a super cool fun fact no one asked for. And then play it off cool when you look his way and try to spill a smart remark that only ends up with a stammering mess and word vomit

and we adore him for it

and clearly you did too. He doesn’t know how it worked for him, but here you are: dressed up for a date with him

unimaginable, he insists-

is prepared and will rant about the latest comic book in his possession for upwards of an hour on end. And you support him and appreciate his passions

r i g h t ???? yes :)

okay this is something I’ve been imagining

so he has a Bean in his room. You know those giant bean bag chairs that are half the size of a couch? A Bean. He has one in his room. And when you sleep over, that’s your home

his parents trust you two in the room at night cause they know you live on the Bean. And that thing is only really comfortable with one person’s weight sinking in

you’ve considered stealing the Bean on multiple occasions

but how could you pull this off? How could you pull it out his door, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door into your car without anyone noticing?

this is one of your life’s biggest questions

would he give it to you if you just asked nicely? Ha. No. It’s his Bean. Get your own

okay I feel like his parents are divorced, and you’ve only met one of them

the other one doesn’t know of your existence cause Demetri never sees or talks to them

(idk what canon has to say about this, but I don’t care. At all. Because my word goes now)

Hawk kinda scares you not gonna lie

Miguel and Sam are cool about you, though

okay bear with me hear

my gut is speaking to me

this is coming to me like an oracle in my dreams

he tried two times to ask you to prom, one of which was before you were together

the first time he got up to face you very far ahead of time, got out four words, and promptly excused himself. You politely waited for him to come back, which never happened

then the second time happened. You realized what he was trying to stammer out after two rambled sentences and you just popped the question yourself

you should have seen his face

I truly and utterly believe this man was dumbfounded

he knew you would agree

it was still a shocker

Hawk tagged along on your prom date, which you didn’t mind, given when he had just gone through

he thought you minded, and politely dipped out without warning midway through

which led to you and Demetri hosting a search party for him for about an hour

you had to let Demetri abandon the effort a little when he started hyperventilating over the thought of his best friend being kidnapped

Hawk was just chilling by the car, though

but that’s beside the point

couples costumes

and the most offhand ones, too

not Anakin and Padme

not salt and pepper

no, you two went as freaking Captain Crunch and the berries one year

and you rocked it

it does stress you sometimes when he gets so down and pessimistic

you know he thinks that way about your relationship, but only cause it’s his first defensive instinct to assume danger and disappointment

you make it your mission not to let him down

he deserves better than what he expects from the world

this is a fun relationship

can be a little stressful at times. But aren’t we all?

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please this was fun to think about

Robin

#demetri cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine

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h0nkch0c0late · 7 months

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hiii, bestie<33 i'm sure you didn't expect me here at all. it's not like i said a moment ago that i’d do it 🙄

i would like to ask for another angst, because my soul feeds on my suffering. i was thinking of dean x reader, where our dear sweetest reader, who is also a hunter, has feelings for dean who is a role model and such a hero to her and she finally decides to tell him everything and he is like "🧍‍♀️" because he only sees her as a younger sister 🫣

thank you!!<3 byeeee

AAAAAAAAA YESSSS

Like a Sister

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: As a hunter, you learned from a very young age that you shouldn't get into relationships. Meeting the oldest Winchester brother changed this idea for you, but unfortunately, he doesn't feel the same.

WARNING(S): Unrequited love, rejection, mild swearing, angst

Dean Winchester was your biggest role model, and practically a hero.

You were only four years younger than him, being Sam's age.

And, just like the brothers, you had been in the hunting life ever since you could walk.

You had met the brothers during the first time they had been up against Lucifer, and since then, had always been a phone call away.

To your luck, they always needed your help. At least, that's what Dean always told you.

And this time it was no different. Well, not so different other than you had developed feelings for Dean over the past couple of months and had been working up the courage to tell him.

You were sure that he felt the same about you. The way he hugged you was different than how he hugged other people, and, in cases where you had almost died, well...let's just say there were tears and lots of yelling involved on his part.

...well, that's what you thought at least.

So, here you were, hunting down a nest of vamps. Sam and Dean were in the middle of a very petty fight, and had separated from doing hunts together, so it was only you and Dean this time.

And you were determined to tell him your feelings.

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The hunt was going fairly well, you and Dean had killed (what you thought was) all of the vamps.

As you both breathed heavily, covered in blood that was definitely not your own, you began to build up your courage to tell him everything.

"Hey Dean?" You began, your voice uncharacteristically quiet.

He turned to you, "What's up?" He asked, his eyebrows quirked in curiosity.

"I...have something important to tell you." You say as you begin to walk closer to him.

He chuckled, "What could be more important than celebrating our win?" He questioned, clueless as ever.

You gulped, noticing how close to the two of you were as you looked at him, "I...I've looked up to you for a while. You're practically my hero! In fact...as of recently, you've kinda...become more than a hero to me? And I...just wanted to tell you..."

His eyes tore away from you as he noticed movement. An extra vamp you two hadn't accounted for was beginning to sneak up behind you, no doubt trying to catch you by surprise and failing. "Move!" He yelled at you before you could finish what you were saying, slightly pushing you out of the way and making you stumble as he he lifted his machete and took off the vamp's head.

Having your heart racing once more from the scare of the vamp, and now being covered in even more blood, you shook off your nerves, wiping away the imaginary dirt that littered your knees.

"Sorry." Dean apologized, turning to you once again, "what were you gonna say? Other than the whole "you're my hero" thing?"

You tensed, blinking furiously at him a couple times as you tried to regroup your thoughts and gather your courage once more, "I...I-uh, I like you. I have very very strong feelings for you. And I really hope you feel the same because then I'll just feel like an idiot, but I am really really into you." You ranted, making sure that nothing could cut you off again.

Your confidence in his feelings began to run thin as you watched him freeze, dropping the blood covered machete to the ground as he stared at you wide eyed.

The air around you fell thick with silence as Dean gathered his thoughts, clearly shaken by the confession that had just taken place.

You saw his chest rise as he took in a deep breath, his eyes going from wide to now guilty as his lips formed a frown, "Look, kid, I..." He began.

You felt your heart begin to crack as you knew where he was getting at. He wouldn't have called you "kid" otherwise.

"You're cool and all, I'm I'm glad you think of me as some sort of role model, but...listen, I don't feel the same. I think of you as a younger sister, you know?" He told you, trying to let you down as gentle as possible.

You felt your eyes beginning to get glazed with tears as the man before you broke your heart even more.

"I don't want this to change anything between us, okay? You'll always be a little sister to me. Can we just...pretend like this never happened?" He asked. He felt horrible, hurting you like that. But what choice did he have? He didn't want to lie to you, and it was impossible for him to see you in any other light than as a sister.

You quickly wiped away the tears that had managed to fall as you attempted to gather the broken pieces, clearing your throat as you nodded, "Yeah...can we-uh-can we just go? I wanna get cleaned up." You dismissed, your voice cracking.

Dean nodded, turning and making his way towards the impala.

You followed behind, staring at the ground as you plopped yourself into the backseat, not even daring to look at the man before you.

The ride to the bunker was silent, and as the both of you separated (you getting into your own car, and Dean making his way to the entrance of the bunker), not a word was spoken. No goodbye, no "thank you", you just left.

You wanted to believe that nothing would change between the two of you, but the thought of seeing him after he broke your heart...it was an impossible task.

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:))))))) @pinchofhoney <33

#x reader #imagine #angst #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural

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theminecraftbox · 1 year

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am I allowed to ask for any crumbs of coparent? Thinking about Them today

Always… okay let’s talk about the coparents and jewelry.

—The collar. It’s not ugly but it’s obviously not meant to be pretty. It’s not proper jewelry, but it is a dull silver and it isn’t bad-looking. Sam grows to appreciate the look of it. Dream gets used to it. When he escapes, Dream has to go to an electrician to get it off. He pays her extra for her discretion and for her not to ask questions. When she’s gutted the mechanism used to shock him, he keeps the metal shell. He stores it under his bed. He doesn’t hate how it feels.

—The necklace. It’s a delicate thing made of silver. It’s almost a choker, and it’s slightly ornate—woven strands that sparkle. When Sam came to town to try to win Dream back, a year after his revival, Sam bought it for him from a jeweler, a custom job. He felt kinda clueless describing how he wanted it to look—he ended up showing a picture of Dream and asking for the jeweler’s input. He gives it to Dream and asks him to wear it for him… “instead of the collar” is implied. Dream does. There’s a time when Dream gets angry and rips it off while he’s alone, in those early days after Sam returned. He instantly feels guilty and goes to the jeweler to have the delicate clasp fixed.

—The wedding rings. Sam forged them himself. Dream watched, to, make sure or whatever. For Dream, it’s actually a set of two rings, one on his ring finger and one on his index forged specifically to fit to his prosthetic. They’re linked by a delicate gold chain that swishes against the back of his fingers. Dream doesn’t wear the whole piece very often because it’s a little impractical, but Sam loves how it looks: gold against netherite, decoration on the fingers that were taken. Dream takes it with him when he leaves in ocean escape.

#au: coparent #c!awesamdream

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thesoftestpunk · 1 year

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Co- Aquatainenceship 9

Summary: You’re just two ex-assassins trying to navigate your way through normalcy, but you’re also huge idiots. In an attempt at getting Bucky out of his shell, you offer to catch him up on everything he’s missed. Including trashy YA novels.

Pairing: cw!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Word count: 6.4k

A/N: I have been struggling so hard to write lately :(( quick shoutout to @sanguineterrain for helping me find the end to the chap but also the courage to get it done!!

Warnings: angst, talk about depression, fluff, injuries, blood, and stitches. can't forget smoking

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So you don’t talk about it. It being your feelings, but you didn’t want to when he was out of town for the next week, doing a multitude of interviews with Tony and Natasha. Pepper had come up with a simple PR plan to roll out the new phase of the Avengers, and it included Bucky. They wanted to show people he was harmless, but you’re not sure putting him on live television was such a good idea. He glared down at every camera, and intimidated every interviewer despite their best efforts at making him look less intimidating. You tease him relentlessly when his days are over, but he begs you to stop watching them. You give in after day three when you keep hearing the same handful of answers.

With your time off, you almost don’t know what to do. You try filling every moment that you’re awake because if you think, you spiral. So you run, smoke a whole pack a day, and sometimes box.

On one of your slower days, you wander up to the roof. Not many people go up there, and Tony hates it when they do, but there’s two shitty plastic lawn chairs to gaze up at the stars. Everything feels unsettled and shifted, but just looking up and zoning out helped.

“I thought you quit years ago.” Steve moves the spare chair next to yours and it groans under his weight.

“No need to keep the clueless act, Stevie.” You stub the cigarette out anyway, knowing the smell still puts him off. Bucky had told you his anxieties only came from when he was a small kid with asthma before the serum. “Bucky let the cat out of the bag months ago.”

“Well, I’m surprised it never occurred to you sooner.”

“Just wanted to tell myself you didn’t notice I guess. I know how you feel about them.”

Steve stays quiet as he leans back, the chair creaking so loud you’re sure it’s going to break.

“How are you doing? Really. You never liked time off before.”

“No, I know. You were right. I needed it.” You sigh. “Everything feels kinda fucked. I’ve never really felt… lost. There was always an end goal somewhere. How did you always know that you were doing the right thing?”

“I didn’t.” He says honestly. You know it by the haunted look in his eyes. “But it always felt right. Sometimes things just don’t turn out, no matter how well you stick to the plan.”

“Right.” You look down to the gravel, still feeling a little small. Even when admitting he wasn’t always right, Steve felt so perfect to you. The great American hero, but in your eyes, the altruistic big brother. “Never did say sorry for the kid dying, did I?”

“No, y/n. You didn’t—“

“I’m not-“ you interrupt then sigh, trying to gather your words. Steve’s patient, watching you without judgment. “I’m not saying sorry for getting him killed. I already did that, but I’m just saying. He was on our team. I’m just sorry we lost someone on our team.”

“You lose people sometimes.”

“Still sucks though.”

“It does.”

It’s quiet as you both look up to watch the stars and the occasional plane fly by. You liked these little moments with him. He always knew how to lift your spirits, just the slightest bit, even if you were the one venting most of the time. You’re sure he’s just happy to see you not locked up in your room for days on end.

“I think I might need more time?” It comes out more as a question than a statement, feeling a sudden rush of tears.

“I’ll let Tony know.” He almost goes into work mode until he looks over at you looking a little crushed. “Come on. Sam’s back from his sisters and I know you love her cooking. Maybe Bruce will show you some of his new gadgets too.”

He leads you back to the roof door, holding it open for you. It’s almost too quiet in the elevator and you’ve honestly been dying to ask.

“So…” you start, turning to him with a sly grin. “Do I get to know her name?”

“Who?”

“The girl you’ve been seeing, Steve.” You roll your eyes. “You had a red kiss stain on your cheek all of Monday afternoon.”

His face turns as red as the lipstick that had been stuck to him and you almost double over in laughter.

“Buck is only gone for one more day, you know.”

Your laughter stops. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“If I recall correctly, you smelled a lot like Bucky's cologne when you came back Monday.”

“Can we rewind and I make fun of you for saying gadgets instead?”

You wait outside Bucky's building, bouncing anxiously as you hope you timed his departure from the compound correctly. Some passerby give you looks as you hang out on the edge of the curb, leaning casually against the car beside you. The roar of a motorcycle makes you perk up, turning just in time to catch him pulling up and killing the engine. You stay in your spot, two cars away as he removes his helmet and goes for his things. Not before acknowledging your presence of course. His hair has been trimmed since you’ve last seen him in person and his face is completely smooth. It makes him look less intimidating upon first glance, and you know for a fact the pepper made him do it. He had looked even less intimidating on tv, being dressed in lighter colored clothing, opposite of the black clothes he wears now.

“Steve said you weren’t around.” Bucky says when he’s standing in front of you, looking as antsy as you probably do.

“I was a little busy with this.” You gesture to the old and pale colored jeep wrangler behind you. “Ta-da!”

“It’s a jeep.” He states simply.

“Well. Yeah, but it’s my Jeep. That I drove alone.”

“Wait, you…” realization dawns on him and you quickly pull out the temporary paper one the dmv gave you.

“You’re looking at the new owner of a driver's license!” You barely show it off before he’s pulling you into a hug, spinning you around. He sets you down, hands lingering on your hips as you let out remnants of laughter.

“Everyone better watch out with that lead foot of yours, doll.”

You give his shoulder a good punch, which only makes him laugh. There’s a moment where you watch his eyes fall to your lips before coming back up to your eyes. Home always looked good on him, the bags under his eyes lessening from the inconsistent sleep. He just always looked happy to be in Brooklyn, that boyishness returning full force. He's taking a step back and picking up his bags that he dropped in excitement and invites you in with a nod toward his building.

“You could have let yourself in.” He says when you’re alone in the elevator.

“I don’t need your neighbors thinking I’m some crazy ex or something trying to break in.”

“Sounds like you need a key then.”

You hope you keep your cool, but by the smug look on his face, your shock is obvious.

“Beer?” Bucky offers, setting his bags down by the couch to be forgotten until later.

“Yes please.”

“We can sit out on the fire escape if you want a smoke.” He had noticed when your anxious energy hadn’t dissipated. “Go ahead. I’ll grab a few.”

You climb outside, taking a seat on one of the stools he’d placed there when you found yourselves there more often than on his couch. Your leg bounces because you’re going to tell him damn it. Avoiding the conversation is only going to make things worse. It already has if your fight was anything to go off of. His tags sit heavy on your chest, and you toy with them while he moves around his kitchen. He’d heard them clinking together when you walked, but he wasn’t going to bring it up until you did. He didn’t really have any real need for them, and he gave them to you for a reason. A promise. That didn’t have to end every time he came home. Plus, he imagined the simple chain looked great on you, and he can’t find it in himself to scold his brain for thinking of your chest. Not even naked. God, he’s become a simp. Even though he’s still not completely sure what that means.

His footsteps have you hiding the tags back underneath the collar of your shirt.

“Careful,” he warns when the bottle almost slips through your nervous hand. Grabbing your favorite pack of cigarettes from the window sill, he taps it against his palm a few times before slipping one out, lighting it and offering it to you.

“I’m quitting,” you blurt out.

“Oh.” He isn’t sure what to say as he rolls the cigarette between his fingertips, unsure of what to do with it now. “Steve get to you finally?”

“Not- I mean I do feel a little guilty now that I know he knows but, no. I’m not quitting smoking. I’m quitting the team, Buck. It’s why I got my license, a car.”

It’s quiet for a long time, and you avoid looking at him in fear of seeing the possible rejection on his face. Eventually, you take the cigarette he keeps playing with instead of smoking, and take in a long breath as he thinks to himself. You wait with baited breath, and when he looks at you calmly, you blow it out quickly.

“Where are you gonna go?” There’s concern hidden underneath the curiosity, but you’re able to decipher it from his tone.

“Not sure.” You shake your head as you offer it back, letting him take a drag as you steal a sip of beer. “They’re kind enough to scout a few places. Make sure it’s safe.”

“And what will you do?”

Turning your head, you smile softly as you shake your head once more. “I never really thought about that. What did you do in your time in Romania?”

No one’s asked him that out of genuine curiosity before. It was always accusatory or for the record. He’s taken by surprise, in all honesty.

“Whatever odd jobs I could find. Nothing with official paperwork.”

“Of course.” You respond softly, understanding it would have created problems. “Well, my offer still stands,” you tease a bit as you reach for your own beer. “I think it’d be fun to be roomies.”

“I can’t, sweets.” He looks to his lap dejectedly.

“No, I- I understand.” You try to not show the hurt despite not being fully serious about the offer. “Your home is in Brooklyn. It’ll probably be closer to Steve and Sam… and I was totally kidding.”

“I mean, I can’t. They want me for at least another year.”

“What? Who exactly is ‘they?’ Tony? Fury?”

“Don’t make a fuss,” he pleads. I’m not sure I’m worth all this, Steve.

“Why not?”

“Gotta pay my dues. It came with my parole.”

You stand, clenching your jaw as you move to lean over the railing. There’s a heavy sigh from behind you and the old fire escape creaks when he moves next to you.

“It’s not just about me having to work for them, is it?” He’s quiet, cautious.

“Who’s gonna look after you when I’m gone?”

“when it’s not you, it’s Steve.”

“Steve doesn’t make a fuss like I do.”

“Well, you both know how to make yourselves heard.” It makes your mouth twitch but you work hard to keep frowning. “I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.”

“It’s nice to have help though.”

“It is.” He smiles. “But you’ll visit and when you do, you can help me with normal things. Like when the damn tv misbehaves.”

“You need to be nicer to it or you’re buying another one.”

He chuckles softly, plucking the cigarette from between your fingers. As he takes a drag, you see the frown and stress line between his eyebrows. Tilting your head, you wait for it to dissipate along with the smoke, but it never does.

“What? Worried about me? I’ll be fine, Buck.”

He flicks the excess ash off with his thumb, watching some of it fall on his boot. “Your mother reached out to me. I guess Emily seeing me on tv sent her into a frenzy, but she said she wants to look for you again.”

“What did you say?” You wrap your arms around yourself, a nervous habit. It isn’t his fault she reached out, so you keep your anxiety from turning into anger.

“That Avengers don’t really take missing persons cases.” There’s an obvious pause, you realize, as he sticks the cigarette between his teeth to run his hands through his hair anxiously. “But that I would reach out to some of my contacts. That being… you.”

“I’m scared shitless.” You take the cigarette right from his mouth. At this point, you aren’t sure why you share when you both just end up stealing it from one another.

“I know that.” He leans against the railing, crossing his arms over his chest. You’re not sure if the railing or his shirt can handle the pressure. “It just got me thinking, if you’re getting out, it’s a good time to let them know. You don’t have to worry about anyone going after them. Worry about running into them either.”

“I think I’ll always worry.”

“I’ll go with you if you don’t think you can do it alone.”

“You would?” It surprises you. “You always said you didn’t want to go with me to meet them. That you’d rather lose another arm.”

“I never-“ he sighs, defeated, realizing he may have said it once facetiously. “I was being a coward. Couldn’t do it for my sister, so how could I do it for you?”

“Your sister was alive?”

“Passed before we became friends.”

“Buck…”

“Look, it’s not about me, sweets.” He pulls you in, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your chest presses against him and you’re sure he can feel your heart racing. “You want me there?”

“Yes.” You wrap your arms around his torso, squeezing him into a tight hug. “What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn evidently.”

You pinch his ribs, making him yelp in surprise.

You let Bucky reach out to your mom, too afraid to do it yourself. She answers almost instantly and then you’re met with the fact that you actually have to set up a time to meet. You’re too overwhelmed so you let her pick, and when the day finally arrives, you think you’re going to be sick.

“We aren’t taking your bike?” You practically pout when you meet with Bucky at his place to go meet your parents.

“We can if you really want, but I was afraid Emily would want a ride and I’m not putting your mother through that kind of stress.”

“Oh, you make a good point.” The nerves come through in your tight laugh.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes!” You answer all too quickly. “Yes. It’s just… it's been awhile since I’ve done the whole train thing.” It’s only a half lie on why you were acting so nervous, but you don’t have to explain for him to know.

“I’ll be close by.” Bucky holds his arm out for you to loop yours through and leads you to the subway.

It’s jam packed for the middle of the day, but Bucky takes care of the passes, what platform you need to be at and when. Anything to prevent you from getting any more stressed than you already are. On the train, you’re pressed into Bucky, your back meeting his front. When the train moves and you bump further into him, unable to get a hold of anything in time, he just reaches around to hold you in place.

“I got ya,” he whispers into your neck, making your stomach flip over.

You burrow further into him, arm resting over his, and pretend to hide into him. It just was hard being in the same city you were taken, on a train no less on your way to school, but you knew how to blend in with ease. You know even better that kirsch could never take you again, assured many times by Steve that you had gone through with that plan, and he was buried alone. You could always use your anxiety to your advantage to get lost in a crowd, but Bucky keeps you in place easily. Ignoring your obvious nail biting, a curse to yourself as you loved Natasha’s flawless natural nails, he only swats at your hand once.

When you get off the train and head above ground, Bucky gets distracted by a floral stand along the way. Despite your eye rolling, you’re endeared by his insistence of getting flowers any time he meets a girl's mother. You think you might get down on one knee when he gets a single rose for your little sister. Your palms begin to sweat when you enter the park you agreed to meet at and when you see your mom and dad sitting on a bench watching your sister, you stop.

“Oh,” you breathe out, feeling like all the air has escaped your lungs.

“You okay?” Bucky brings a hand to your lower back, worried by the look on your face.

“Yeah I just- it’s really happening.” You turn to look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed with worry. “Just scared… give me one second to take it all in.”

“Take all the time you need, sweets.”

“Maybe we should’ve rethought the flowers.” You turn to him quickly, too afraid to be the one to catch your parents attention first. “Or the whole thing.”

“Y/N—“

“My mother is a florist for christ's sake,” you try to argue. “The carnations were a terrible idea. Why’d I let you get away with that?”

“I’m not sure that matters at this point.”

Turning, you see your mother, and then consequently your father, both watching you in happy shock.

“Oh, my baby.” You hear your mom's voice crack as she stands from the bench, just as afraid as you are to move any closer. You do when she takes a tentative step forward, hand pressed against her own chest. Nearly running, you collide into the both of them, arms wrapping around them desperately as they cling on to you just as tight.

“Hi,” is all you can muster against your mom's shoulder.

“You’ve- well you’ve grown!” She lets out a wet laugh as she takes you in, almost in disbelief at what she was seeing.

“It’s been, um, awhile.” You try to blink the tears away. Glancing behind you, Bucky stands where you left him. You wave him over subtly, not fully prepared to be on your own. “Mom, you’ve met Bucky.”

“Yes! Mr. Barnes,” she holds out a hand which he takes before offering the flowers.

“Mr. Bucky! Mr. Bucky!” Emily comes bounding up to all of you, ponytail bouncing. “You did it? You found her?”

“He did.” You kneel down to get to her level. “You must be Emily.”

She looks up at you in awe, and it’s a little shy, but she hugs you to cover it up. Bucky gives you the single rose to give her, and she jumps in excitement. The questions begin, and Bucky is quick to pick up on your nervous glances to your little sister. You had promised full transparency, but you wanted to filter what the little five year old got to hear. He offers to take her on a quick walk, which your dad seems hesitant about, but you reassure him quickly. Then you’re all sitting and they look at you too expectantly. It’s hard at first, telling them how scared you were and what all you went through, and maybe you lighten up a few details. The tears in their eyes never go away, and when you explain what Steve and the rest of the team did for you, your mother looks relieved.

“Sorry, but why now?” Your father asks innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“You said that man, Kirsch, died six years ago, right? How come you didn’t reach out sooner?”

You look away, unsure at first, but then you see Bucky holding your little sister's hand, and laughing at some story she’s expertly telling. The answer is almost entirely her. They got another girl, and they didn’t have to worry about you any more, but in all honesty, when Tony found your parents' information, Emily didn’t exist at all. Your parents were still in grief and in denial. You aren’t sure what changed. Maybe it was the fact that Emily just happened to be a surprise, and they figured they could try again. Without you. So you had agreed to join the team instead of facing rejection or disappointment.

“I dunno,” your voice is small as you look at your hands. “I- I was an assassin. Didn’t think there was much redemption in that.”

“Oh, sweetheart…”

“Look, I know that you’re my parents and you’ll love me no matter what, but you said that when I was a kid. I stopped being that kid the day I got taken and I’ve killed people. it just- the idea of you being disappointed just made me too scared.”

Neither of them try to give you any platitudes. Instead, they hug you tight, and let you cry. No one tries to carry the blame over anyone else. You’ve all somehow come to that silent agreement. They just end up doing exactly what you need, love you.

“Em sure is a firecracker.” You comment once the tears are over and she’s begged Bucky to let her hang from his prosthetic arm just ‘one more time!’

“Wonder where she gets that from,” your father teases, side-eyeing you. “I should probably relieve your friend there.”

“Friend, hm?” Your mother nudges your shoulder when your dad is far enough away.

“Okay,” you roll your eyes. “Yes. Bucky is a friend.”

“A friend who brought your mother flowers.”

“He’s old fashioned.”

Your mother hums, not quite believing you, and drops it. But when he gives you a smile over his shoulder, you seem unable to.

“He’s… complicated.” Your shoulders and smile drop when his attention is taken away. “We both sort of are. I’m not sure it’ll go anywhere.”

“How come?”

“I’m quitting the whole avenging thing. Moving somewhere else. Close enough to see you guys of course, but…”

“Far enough to make it complicated with him?”

“It’s all a bit complicated.” You sigh.

“Let life settle down again. It’ll surprise you.”

After you all grab a quick bite to eat, you part ways, accepting too many stickers from your little sister on the way. On the train back, you’re both able to sit, and you recall the way your parents had looked exactly the same, just a little older. You have to retrace their faces from old memories to remember the way they look now.

“You’re staring.” You tell Bucky on the third stop.

“Just… observing.” You give him a pointed look at his response you gave him too many times. “I’m proud of you for doing that.”

“Oh my god,” you balk. “Do not make me cry on this train!”

“I’m serious!”

“I know, but I swear to god, if I cry one more time today…” you leave the empty threat out in the open, face softening at his sincerity. “Thank you.”

“So, when is your last mission?” He changes the subject to work quickly.

“My last mission was my last one.”

“Oh, so you’re just done now?” He almost seems disappointed by that.

“Well, Steve’s putting me on desk duty until I decide what to do. Where to go. Thinking I might actually get some sort of degree.”

“Don’t you have enough credits for at least three?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, apparently they’re begging Tony to make me decide. I’ll have to take a few extra to, you know, finish it out, but I dunno. Maybe linguistics since I have the most credits for that, but what actual paying job can I get with that?”

“You’ll figure it out. You’ve got time.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You pout and play with the zipper of his leather jacket. “So. Your sister.” Bucky sighs because he knew you wouldn’t be able to drop it, but he isn’t annoyed. “Was she the same one from the photo of you dancing?”

“Yes, Rebecca.”

“It’s okay you couldn’t go see her.” You’re cautious, watching his posture and facial expressions closely. “I wish you could have, though.”

“I was still recovering.” They hadn’t even given him his new arm, yet. “I’m not sure they would’ve even entertained the idea, and I know that just makes you mad, but…”

“No, I get it.” You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth even through the layers. “I was on a short leash too. Still haven’t decided if it was good or not, but they unfortunately had a very good point.”

“You’re still a flight risk sometimes,” he teases.

“I think I’ve found my reason to stay.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, you let the noise of the subway take over between you.

Tapping your pen against your desk, you try to not let your head drop from boredom. Steve was right in saying you were never good with time off, but you didn’t realize desk work would be ten times worse. You yearn to text your fellow teammates about any and all updates on their respective missions, begging for the nitty gritty details. You’ll even take having to hear about a black eye adorning Bucky’s face for the sake of your brain not rotting, but they give you nothing. Everything seems to go perfect, and you’re left bitterly tapping your pen as you stare at numbers. It’s been three weeks of this. You had even bought matching pants and blazers in excitement. The initial giddiness in a change of pace had worn off quickly, and you became a part of the corporate drones you had heard so much about from your endless journey of media deep dives. You honestly consider starting a fight. Drama. Something.

A knock on your cubicle brings you out of your wallowing. Bucky, a beautiful reprieve, stands with a takeout bag in hand.

“What’s this?” You eye him warily, but smile at the interruption.

“Heard the fridge busted and you lost your lunch for the day.” He has this knowing look, like he had heard your grumbled curses and banging a fist on the fridge door that morning. It wasn’t your proudest moment. “Have you taken your break yet?”

“No.” Your grin grows bigger, the thought of getting Bucky for an entire hour uninterrupted making your skin crawl with anticipation. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Take your break with me and you’ll find out, doll.”

You find a bench outside, looking out to the large field, and he unpacks the food for you. You’re giddy as he hands the take out bowl of dim sum. The sun feels warm on your skin, and you’re just relieved to get out of the dreary office.

“Are you sleeping okay?” Bucky looks over your face once more, but you’ve covered the heavy bags underneath your eyes with makeup. A skill you’ve learned over the years to hide any injuries if necessary for work.

“Is this a friendly lunch or an interrogation?” Your voice is light, almost teasing to hide the nervous pain you feel from the question. If his intention hadn’t been because you couldn’t take your lunch, it would almost feel like a betrayal.

“Friendly.” His frown deepens, insulted by your insinuation. “I want to know you’re okay. You’ve been… small.”

“Small?” A soft laugh escapes at that.

“You’re usually so present and there, but these past few weeks,” he looks down and shakes his head. “I can see your mind wandering, and you’re not here much anymore. Just don’t want to see you that bad again.”

“Well, I’ve been leaving my room.” Your hands find something to fidget with, and you’re hesitant to look at him.

“Sweets,” he sets down his bowl and takes your nervous hands. Looking him in the eye, you can see a million words processing in his mind as he searches in your eyes. “I can help. If you want it or need it.”

“Buck,” you roll your eyes, unable to keep this conversation serious. “You help me just fine.”

“You swear?” He looks for your tells, but comes up empty. He looks so scared and you can’t seem to understand why. Why would someone worry so much about you? “No night terrors? Anything?”

“There’s… been a few nightmares, but look,” you wave off his worry, letting one of your hands escape. He refuses to let the other one go, slotting your fingers together in urgency. “I’m getting out of bed and going to a mind numbing job everyday. That’s good, right? I normally just… wallow in self pity. I’m not great, but I’m good, Buck. No need to stress.”

“Y/N, I…” he hesitates, watching the microexpressions in your face change at the use of your name. No cute terms of endearment. You soften so much, he stops himself from telling you outright that he loves you. Because he can see the tiredness in your eyes despite your expert makeup skills, and he tells himself to wait just a little longer. It isn’t the right time, and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you any more than you already are. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Nat wants to take me out for drinks tonight. As an unofficial goodbye party. Why don’t you come?” You want to prove to him that you’re doing fine, even though you would much rather get in bed early with a book.

“Can’t.” He looks sheepish as he picks his lunch back up. “Doing some recon later.”

“Well, I appreciate this, thank you.”

The sharp sound of knocking interrupts you from getting ready, hair halfway pulled back as you were about to fix your makeup. You’re afraid it’s Nat, as you get up to open the door, having shown up early. Bucky leans heavily against the doorframe. He’s beat up pretty good, bottom lip busted and scattered bruises littering his face. There’s dirt on his tac gear that he still has on, but most of all he looks tired.

“I didn’t know you were back so soon.”

“Finished early,” he grumbles out. Taking note of his leaning, your eyes fall down his arm, and you see blood on his hand that presses into his side.

“Jesus, buck!” Without a second thought, you pull him into your room. Both of you stumble over his weight as he leans against you heavily.

“‘M fine,” he mumbles as you drop him a bit unceremoniously onto the love seat in front of the window.

“I- we…” Normally you’re more level headed than this, but you usually have the time to get in the proper head space before missions. A surprise visit covered in blood was going to give you some panic. “I need to go get help.”

Just before you can walk away, Bucky’s free hand grabs your wrist. “They taught you how to stitch someone up, didn’t they?”

“Yes, but this requires a trip to the infirmary. Not my bedroom.” You gesture vaguely to his still bleeding wound.

“I’m not going to the infirmary.” he says firmly, the grip he has on your wrist tightening slightly.

“You are bleeding on my couch.” You can see where it just starts to soak into the material. That stain will never come out, you know it.

“I don’t need it to be perfect. Just something to get me by for the next few days.” It wasn’t going to take long to heal, but that didn’t mean they could just leave it be and hope for the best. “Come on, before someone overhears.”

Rolling your eyes with a dramatic huff, you pull your wrist from his grasp to go close the door. Not before poking your head out into the hallway, looking for any signs of life. When you know you’re in the clear, you close her door, and head straight for the bathroom. While shuffling in the cabinet underneath the sink for the kit you swear you own, you raise your voice slightly to speak to him.

“We need to stop the bleeding before I can do anything.” You almost shout in victory when you spot the red box, and grab a few towels. “First we’ll need to get your shirt off.”

As he struggles out of his layers, you drag your nightstand closer to lay out all of the items as neatly as you can. Taking one of the hand towels, you have him hold it firmly in place so you can go scrub your hands clean. It’s nearly soaked through by the time you find a comfortable position to work in.

“Let me see?” You ask softly.

Your hands hover over his as he peels the towel back with a tiny wince. It wasn’t as much as you’d like but you could work with it. Using the same towel, you hold it under the wound, pouring disinfectant over it and then patting it dry. He tries to not hiss in pain the entire time, jaw clenched tight. While you turn to get the needle and thread ready, he slings his arm over the back of the couch to grant you easy access.

“What were you thinking?” You ask quietly, the needle going through his skin easily.

“Yippee, I’m a hero,” Bucky deadpans.

“You seem to have forgotten I’m the one stitching you up. Should I check for a concussion too? Maybe terminal dumbass disorder while we’re at it.”

“What do you want me to say?” He flinches when you stab him harshly out of anger.

“I don’t like you going on solo missions.” Shaking your head softly, you keep focus on the task at hand rather than his reaction to that. “You should have asked me to come along. I was probably the only one who didn’t have anything going on.”

“You said you had the night off.”

You hum softly, not impressed with his lame excuse. “Well, now I get to end it by cleaning a stain that might never come out.”

“Shit,” he mutters, not having realized the blood reached the cushions. Without thinking, he moves to check the damage.

“Hey, hey, whoa!” Your hand falls onto his stomach to steady him, nearly having pierced his skin in the wrong place. “Easy, hotshot. I’m not quite finished yet.”

Your hand glides over his skin before returning back to where it had been previously.

“Got blood on your dress too.” Bucky mumbles, taking the fabric between the fingertips of his free hand.

“It’s okay, I-“ you laugh softly, bashful as his skin grazes against your legs. “I didn’t really want to go.”

“How come?”

“I dunno. Maybe Nat would say I’m looking for a reason to back out, but I’d rather be here with you. Bloody or not.”

There’s a thick silence as his hand falls on your thigh, squeezing in surprise by the admission. You scoff, returning to your needlework so you don’t get embarrassed by looking him in the eye.

“God, that sounded corny. I just- well, it’s true. I don’t wanna go to a bar full of strangers where some guy is probably going to hit on me or insult me by accident. Probably wouldn’t put up with me torturing him with candy or cheesy movies that physically make you cringe. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. I want a guy who’s gonna dance with me because he knows I never have. If… if that makes sense.”

It’s a full admission, he’s beginning to realize. It’s him. You want him. Even though you can’t make yourself say the words, he still knows you mean it. Because you wouldn’t be shaking otherwise. You had the steadiness of a sharpshooter, and the only time you faltered was when feelings got involved. You’re so close, it doesn’t take much movement for his lips to capture yours, causing you to freeze and almost drop the needle. His hand slides up your thigh, sneaking underneath the skirt of your dress because he needs to feel your warmth. To know that he’s actually kissing the woman of his dreams.

“Hey,” you whisper against his lips, laughter bubbling in your throat. Pulling back, you see the slight fear in his eyes. “I should finish this up before we… do whatever, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be fine.” He leans back in, but frowns when a hand on his chest stops him. Albeit a little dramatically, he throws his head back on the couch and lets your gentle hands continue working. It’s silent for a while, and while you’re tying the knot to finish, he speaks again. “I think you should stay.”

“Buck,” your shoulders drop at that, and set the tools down. “I can’t. They’ve already found a place for me. I’m supposed to be getting a fresh start. I mean… how are we supposed to do this? Won’t it just be–”

“Complicated?”

Your face burns in embarrassment. “You heard that?”

“Doll,” he shakes his head, not wanting you to worry about that, and holds your cheek in his flesh hand, thumb tracing a circle along your jaw. “It’s now or never. I already thought I would lose you when you leave.”

“Of course you won’t!”

“You’ve got everyone here. Wasn’t I your reason for staying?”

“Yes, but I–” you realize you’re doing it again. You’re running away to avoid the hard feelings. The fear of rejection or worse. Loss. “Steve’s gonna be so pissed.”

“Who cares?”

Fuck.

“I’m scared.” Your voice shakes along with the hand that you bring up to the nape of his neck, and press your forehead against his.

“That’s okay, sweets. I am too.”

“Okay.” You breathe out as you close your eyes. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Bucky kisses you like you’re leaving, but he stays, wrapped in your arms until the exhaustion makes him sleep.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #co-a #my writing

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random-twst-things · 4 months

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do u know what level crafter gauntlet open? I did searching yet find nothing like literally so i kinda clueless here

I hate how unclear some of the instruction are smh, I wish they make the tut much more detailed cus Im dumb and slow af

also please do share some tips for beginner I literally crying screaming throwing up ripping my hairs off over here cause I didnt understand a single shi

thxxxx and have a nice day btw🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😘😘😘💕💕💕

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The Crafter Gauntlet is unlocked at Room Rank 3!!!

I totally understand what you mean though, I had so much trouble trying to understand the game mechanics as a beginner 😭😭

I researched a bit and added a few of my own tips for beginners, hope this helps! 🩷✨

Some tips I can share for beginners would be:

Send and accept friend requests: When going into battle you're able to use their cards. Some of those friends could have some really useful cards to use. I've had many instances where a card from a friend that I needed really helped.

Do not skip events: Many events can give you valuable resources and materials. These events may not give SSR Rank cards but they will give you an R Rank or SR Rank card if you participate in them. They give gems, thaumark and keys and other useful materials.

Save your gems: The game is playable in f2p and gives a normal amount of gems to do so, but do save your gems and don't waste them unless you really want or need a card. When it comes to Sam's shop there is a set that comes with 10 magical keys and is only 250 gems though it's only available once a month. By buying this set, it does save you a few gems. A normal 10 pull is 309 gems.

Team: When it comes to forming your team I recommend teaming them up based on the cards Duo Magic and Buddy Level. Train the cards that you would like, level them up and team them up based on Duo Magic/Buddy Level. The Characters give each other important boosts during battles based on their buddy level and could be a great help.

Lesson's: History lessons grant EXP that contributes to the cards level. The additional rewards are "Blooming Honey". Flight lessons grant EXP that contributes to the cards vignette level. The additional rewards are "Snacks". Alchemy lessons help increase the Buddy Level of cards, additional rewards are "Alchemy Tokens" and spell upgrades.

Card Ranks: Three different types of Rank cards. A R Rank card has a max level of 40 that can be extended to 60. A SR Rank card has a max level of 60 that can be extended to 80. A SSR Rank card has a max level of 80 that can be extended to 100.

When TWST allows you to pick a card to start the game, these are some beginner cards lots of people and I recommend (their info in there as well):

Riddle Dorm uniform – Highest ATK.

Leona Dorm Uniform – Highest HP.

Trey Dorm Uniform – High DEF and great healing.

Cater Ceremonial – His power boost is very good during the early game.

Rook Labwear – Decent HP and attack which helps beginners.

Malleus Ceremonial Robes – Gives power boost.

Card's: I recommend leveling and upgrading your cards one at a time. You want to upgrade all the cards or at least a few cards in each element. By doing this you can have a pretty big upper hand when doing battles because elementary bonuses play a pretty role in the game.

Tests: You should do these and try them as much as you do with the lessons. Unfortunately for me, I didn't know how much of a help doing these would have and didn't do them. Doing tests can give you interesting and good things when you get good results. They also help train your cards faster.

I really hope this can help you on your gameplay and journey for Twisted Wonderland!! ✨🍬

I can always go into more detail or add more things if they still seem a bit hard to understand 🫶🏽✨

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst game #twisted wonderland tips #twst help #twst guide #🌺. random twst things #[💌] answers☆#[💌] talks☆

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Okay I’ve got another one. Headcanons for how the candidates would react to seeing the farmer getting hot and sweaty for the first time? (While working of course 😉) Causing them to get flustered while farmer is confused. 😂😌

I wanted to draw a little visual comic for this scenario but I can't fucking draw so if anyone wants to draw this as well as my other hc scenarios PLEASE DO!

Ok ladies first!!

Haley: the farmer would be clueless per usual, thinking 'oh no, Haley probably thinks I'm all gross right now!' But she silently adores your work effort and watches you swing your scythe and cut down your wheat. She thinks you're so strong and gazes at you from afar on the porch stuck in a shameless daydream about you. She'll make you lemonade as an excuse to come closer.

Emily: she'd openly tell you she likes your "natural smell", assuring you that it's a good smell. You think it's kinda strange, but you're glad she doesn't mind. She loves to see you focused and in action. Try not to act weirded out if she just comes up, wraps her arms around your neck and takes a big ol whiff

Abigail: 'that's so... hot...' she's completely riled up by seeing you like this! Her face would be burning red! Don't be surprised if she asks you randomly tonight if you want kids or not.

Leah: she likes to watch you chop down trees. She compares it to how she makes her sculptures and how very different it is. Her work is about being delicate with the wood and yours is about chopping and swinging. When you walk up to her afterwards she tries to play it cool and not let you know how hot she thought you looked

Maru: she adores seeing you so enamored in your work! It's more in a romantic and wholesome way though, she'll stop by and bring you a wet towel and dab it on your face in the hot summer, then she'll kiss your forehead

Penny: penny is the most flustered, her heart's pounding like crazy and if you try to talk to her she'll be a stuttering mess. Somehow the farmer doesn't see what's going on.

Da boys:

Shane: he's so attracted, like after seeing you working up a sweat he'll be in the best mood. Marnie will ask him what's got him in such a good mood. He'll give you a peck on your sweaty cheek but try not to look too uncool. He's resisting the farmer-loving urge to scoop you up and give you a million kisses

Elliot: seeing you like that will encourage him to throw you a surprise romantic dinner on any given day. You're his motivation to work harder on his book, once you start working he's compelled to do the same.

Harvey: there's nothing he loves more than watching you be so strong. He loves his strong farmer, and it seriously gets him going. He's super embarrassed about fantasizing about you like this, but its hard to think of anything else when he sees you like that. He's one of those people whos constantly nervous that someone can read their dirty thoughts in public and just hopes you arent a mind reader.

Sebastian: all he can think of is how attracted to you he is and how much he hopes he's not blushing. He thinks it's too embarrassing to blush and doesn't like to show it, so he's constantly flipping his hair into his face and pushing it away so you can't see his expression

Sam: he'll try to distract you in a way that distracts him from how hot you look. "Hey look at this skate trick!" While you're trying to pick your tomatoes so he doesn't allow his face to start looking like a tomato

Alex: openly flirting with you telling you how hot you look. He doesn't go too far, not as far as he'd like to go, just some sweet little comments here and there

#stardew valley elliott #stardew valley haley #stardew valley shane #stardew valley haru #stardew valley emily #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley alex #stardew sebastian #stardew farmer #stardew valley #stardew valley hcs

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mahimahi713 · 1 year

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I want to do an AU. Danny is the ghost King to be. Sam was literally born to be his wife one day. No, there’s no big age gap. I think Sam is gonna get her plant powers. Probably be born with it? Idk. I’ll figure how to work that in.

So she’s born to a wealthy and healthy couple of good standing. She receives the best education and all that. Of course, it’s Sam. So she Rebels just like she does in the show. Learning how to sew and mend? Fine. But she’s gonna do it her way. She’s gonna also learn to spar and sword fight and archery. She grows up hating Danny, loathing the fact that she has to marry him one day. Which is why it makes it all the better that she hates the dresses and girly stuff her mom tries to force on her. She loves it but the prince?? He’ll HATE it. What kind of wife will she be? Not one any man would ever want. Her mother tells her So.

But then the day comes that she is to meet the price who shall one day be king and sue his queen and he’s…actually really okay? He’s nice? He thinks she’s fine the way she is and even thinks she is….pretty?? They get along? Shared interests???

Basically, Sam is basically the feral unfriendly cat to Danny as the friendly big doggo to pure for this world.

Of course, enter the two best friends, Valerie (Sam’s best friend) and Tucker(Danny’s best friend), who know these two idiots are perfect for each other.

Parings would be

DannyxSam, obviously

JazzxTucker

ValeriexDani

Its slow burn and all that.

“I know you’ve been against this marriage, and with good reason. But I have to say, I feel strongly for you. And, for me at least, it will be an awful shame to not have you as my partner.”

And Sam is of course, fighting so hard against it. Even though she loves him. Because it would mean giving into what was planned for her. Woild make her parents so SMUG. But he’s just so wonderful and handsome and he’s so genuinely kind and cares for her.

Id like to add, when Sam finds she likes him and then those feelings start, she just. Sits there. Seething in absolute annoyance while Danny sits there, clueless. Like. She is. So angry she likes him. It is completely illogical. It is irrational.

I’d also like to add. Thaw yes, Danny is sweet and nice, but he defiantly has his moments of confidence. The boy knows he’s good looking and he knows he’s got a great body. He knows he has a lot going for him. So that defiantly comes out.

And while that level of confidence usually annoys her (because it’s always been arrogance and over confidence), it works for him. Because he pulls it off so well but also because it’s deserved. He worked hard to get that nice body. The height is genetics. But after being kinda scrawny and shortest in his family, he shot up. And he is also genuinely kind and a good person. So it’s fitting

#dannyxsam #danny phantom #fakeout makeout #fakeoutmakeout #amethystocean #amethyst ocean #Jazz #Tucker #valerie gray #tucker foley #Jazz Fenton #Dani #DanixVal #TuckerxJazz #AU

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 1 year

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Part of the convocation (part 2) -Miguel Diaz x reader

A/N: I was today years old when I found out I never posted the second part. I am so sorry I feel kinda bad ngl.

"Look, Tory, it was an accident. I only attacked cause I thought it might be you" I explain to her, even tho I don't owe her anything. "Really? Cause it's not what I just heard her tell Miguel" Tory says, and turned her back to me, walking away. "What? What the hell. Tory, hey, come back-" i call, but she ignores me. I can almost hear her little laugh, enjoining as things around her crumble. I hate that bitch, but she is not my biggest worry right now.

"You didn't actually hit her, on purpose, right?" Hawk asked just as confused as me. "Of course not! I have nothing agains Sam, were not even In rival Dojos or anything!" I half-full at him. He looks a bit offended, but he quickly shakes it off. "Why would Sam lie to Miguel like that, I mean, there is no way he will buy it, right? You are the least violent person in, you know, Eagle Fang" Demetri says, highlighting the fact that compared to his Miagi-Do friends, I am very, very violent. "I don't fucking know" I say, anger slipping into my tone, "but I am not letting her get away with it".

I make my way to the cafeteria, red in my eyes. Sam can suspect me, that's one thing, but making up shit about me so she can stay in Miguel's good graces is a whole other thing. I could feel my blood getting hot as the anger was bubbling inside me. I shook my hands in an attempt to calm down, fighting the urge to clench it into a first and punch that girl.

I entered the cafeteria and walked straight to Miguels usual spot. He was there, sitting with Sam. "I didn't know that the best defense Miagi-do teaches is 'bitch on, bitch off', Sam" I said. It's good right? Those past few minutes I've been thinking of a punch that is with words and not an actual punch. Sam looked at me, doe-eyed, fully preparing to deny her lies in front of Miguel. "Sam, what is she talking about?" Miguel asked, confused, and then when he got no response, he turned to me. "(Y/n), what is going in?" The words left Miguel's lips, and I looked at him, and then at sam. "Well, your girlfriend here-" I started, but I just couldn't. He'll be so hurt. If he'll see Sam for who she really is, he'll be mine, but I'll be just as bad as her. This is playing dirty, I think. I can't be the one who breaks his heart. "Is a lovely girl, and I am so happy for you two, that you found each other" I say, and with that I go away, as far as I can. My legs carry me, and before I know it I find myself at the Dojo. I throw my back to the side and kick if my shoes, getting into position across from the punch bag. "Stupid" I call out, punching the bag with my right hand, "fucking" I call, throwing another punch with my left hand, "morals" I scream, and kick the bag.

"I figured you'd come here" I hear a familiar voice. "What do you want?" I sigh as I keep punching the bag. "I want to know why you didn't tell me what happened" Miguel replied. I look at him, he's still in his school outfit, and he is leaning at the wall right next to the entrance. "What do you mean by 'what happened'?" I ask him, playing clueless in order to avoid the subject. "Sam" he said, "she snuck up on you, questioning your morals and my loyalty" he explained, "not very cool of her". I let out a small laugh and punched the bag once again. And again. And again.

"Your stance is a little off" Miguel finally said something. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and came close to me.

"You need to like, raise your hands, you place one like so" Miguel said as he corrected my stance. "You need to have your hips turned, alright, it's all in the legs. Strong base" he continued, grabbing my shoulders from the back and turning me to him. He posed himself across from me to show me how it's done. I mimicked his pose. "Now throw a punch" he said, and so I did. He blocked it, and i recognized the movement as "wax on, wax off". "That was great" he smiled at me, "you know what wasn't great?" He asked, "you hiding the the run-in with Sam from me" he answered himself. I sigh.

"Look, can we just let it go? It was a misunderstanding, that's all" I say, walking away from him to grab my water bottle. "No, it wasn't just anything, (y/n), I saw you at the school, you were pissed, and rightfully so" he said, following me. "Yeah, I was pissed she lied about it and made me the bad guy, when in reality, there wasn't any bad guy in this story" I say, and started chugging some water. I can't have this conversation with him, at least not right now. "Hawk told me the truth, (y/n), Demetri said you looked like you were about to attack Sam for real, but you didn't" Miguel kept going. "Yeah, that'll just make her right" I say, holding myself back from confessing I just didn't wanna hurt him by hurting her. "She shouldn't have lied to me like that" Miguel says, "and at first, I didn't realise why, cause the only thing that she got out of it was me thinking less of you, and why would she want that?" He asked, "I mean, that's the only reason I believed her at first, it sounded so unlike you, but she had no reason to lie, except she does" Miguel continued. I looked at him, slightly confused, "yeah, the reason being she wants you all for herself and can't respect the fact you have female friends" I said, not caring how mean it sounds. "Yeah, I guess, but also, it's you. She sees you as a threat, and I get that, after everything that happened with Tory-"

"If you chased me all the way here to ask me to forgive her, then you are more than welcome to leave" the words escaped my lips before I could stop it. Tears were starting to form in my eyes, and no way in hell I'm letting him see me cry. I spun back in front of the punch bag and punched it hard. "I came here to say that i- look, she's right to see you as a threat. You are a pretty girl who I hang out with a lot, and have more in common with, and is sweet, and kind, and funny, and…" Miguel goes on and on, until he stops and fires his eyebrows. "Gee, how didn't I see that before? You are far more right for me than her" he sighed, "I guess she felt… she felt like she can't compare". I looked back at him, confused. "What are you talking about Miguel?" I finally say, but he stays quiet. "Miggie? I say, breaking the silence with a nickname in Hope's he'll talk. "Sensai.." I try again, but instead of breaking his silence he breaks the distance between us and pulls me in for what felt like magic, but was just a kiss. One that should not happen. As much as kissing him back felt right, I pull away. "Miguel, not to say I don't want this, but, uh, we really shouldn't. You're with sam, and I.. I am not a homewrecker" I say.

"No, no, I should have mentioned it before, I broke up with her" Miguel said. I want to smile, but I swallow the urge. "And why is that?" I end up asking. "Because I realised… I realized her jealousy of our connection is, well, it's justified. I like you, a lot, and I… I think, sam realized I like you as more then a friend before I did, you know, I was so convinced it's her I'm in love with, after all I've been through in order to get back to her.." he started rumbling, and I started to get upset. "What do you mean?" I sigh. "I mean that… look, I don't know what I mean, I just like you, as more than a friend, and I… that kiss felt pretty good, you know? And I… I don't know what to think or feel and this is so strange for me, cause like…" he tries to explain, but I'm done waiting. My instincts are telling to just leave him here, but for some reason i find myself pulling him back for a kiss. He kisses me, and the magic is back on. "Finally" I think, and I guess i thought out loud. "Finally what?" Miguel asks in between kisses. "I guess I… I was into you for a while" I admit, pulling him closer. I could feel how his lips curve into a smile against mine. "How didn't I see it before?" He asked himself, pulling away, hands resting on my shoulders. His brown eyes looked right into my eyes, shining in a way I never saw before. "You just.. saw me as part of the convocation" I said, and he smiled at me.

#cobra kai x reader #cobra kai fanfic #miguel diaz cobra kai #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz #cobra kai imagine

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