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moonhoures · 10 months

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11:06PM — c. soobin 💌

a/n: did i write this in 30 minutes on my lunch break immediately after soobin posted? yes. am i insane for doing so? probably. do i care? not one bit. this is just some fluffy bf soobin, enjoy!

“Should I pose like this?”

You watched your boyfriend move through the screen of your phone, standing facing you with his arm bent, hand at the back of his head. You snorted quietly, snapping a somewhat blurry picture before he put his arm back down with a pout.

“What?” he asked with a hint of playful annoyance.

“Nothing. You look cute,” you laughed at his childish demeanor, “Come on, just a couple more.”

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you two. More often than not your dates were late at night, spent getting dinner and then taking a long walk back to your car. On your walks you both enjoyed having little photo shoots together, either of each other or different stuff you saw along your way. Tonight, you wanted to take pictures of him.

“I don’t want to look cute. I want to look handsome,” he said, lightly kicking a rock across the pavement with his shoe.

“You look handsome too. You can be both, you know,” you tried to reassure him, picking your phone back up. You encouraged him to pose again. After a couple minutes you had enough pictures to fill up an album in your camera roll. Soobin reached for your free hand, taking it in his as you put your phone back into your pocket. Then you set off again down the sidewalk together, fingers intertwined.

You loved nights like these. When the air was warm but there was still that night breeze making the few fallen flower petals and leaves shake and skid down the concrete. The moon shown most nights, hanging in the dark blue sky like a nightlight. Sometimes Soobin pointed it out, telling you what phase it was in. Crescents were his favorite, because it looked like a smile. Crescents slowly became your favorite too, because it was his favorite. And they made you think of him.

You sighed contently, unraveling your fingers from his so that you could pull his arm over your shoulder. He smiled warmly, taking the opportunity to kiss your head.

“It’s getting a bit chillier at night. We’ll have to bring jackets next time,” he said.

“Mhm, I think I’ll wear that white pullover you gave me last year,” you were picturing the perfect outfit in your mind, trying to remember where you put the matching shoes you were imagining. Had you left them at the bottom of your closet? Or under your bed?

“You mean my white pullover?” he corrected you with a smirk, “I didn’t give you that, you stole it from my room when you came over. And you have yet to give it back.”

“A small price to pay for a girlfriend, don’t you think?”

You both laughed as you crossed an intersection. When you stepped back on to the sidewalk, your car was parked only a few yards away. His was parked just in front of yours. Like always, he walked you to your car, stopping beside your driver’s side door.

He let out a heavy sigh, expressing his disappointment with having to part ways. He held both of your hands in his, a pout evident on his full lips, “I hate this part.”

“You say that every time, you know that?”

“And I mean it every time, too,” he grumbled, pulling you into a hug. His chin rested on your head as he squeezed you tenderly, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume before letting you go. His hands found a temporary home on your cheeks as he leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of your nose, “Text me when you get home?”

“I always do-,” you started to say, and before you could finish speaking, he interjected.

“Not last time,” he said matter-of-factly, “And I didn’t sleep well that night, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes jokingly, “I fell asleep as soon as I got home. And I said I was sorry!”

“Well now you have to make it up to me by giving me an extra kiss.”

You nodded in understanding, placing a sweet, short-lived kiss to his lips. Then, another, more affectionate kiss. Each time, you had to lift yourself a bit on your tiptoes to reach him.

“I think I actually deserve one more,” he said, his hands still resting on your waist.

You smiled, but obliged. Your calves strained again as you reached up and placed your lips on his.

“Mm, one more.”

“Soobin.”

“Just one more,” he pouted again, “Please!”

He was lucky you loved him so much.

“You lean down this time. My legs hurt.”

He would do anything you asked him to, so naturally he listened. He leaned down, melting his lips onto yours in a kiss that was longer than the previous ones. It was a bit more sensual, too. The air seemed heavier and hotter in that moment. You could feel your back pressing against your car door.

When he let you go, his lips were puffy and his cheeks were a warm shade of pink. You giggled.

“What?”

“You just look really handsome right now.”

“You bet I do,” he spoke with elevated confidence in a joking manner, making you playfully nudge his arm.

“Dork.”

“I love you too. Drive safe,” he called as he started to walk the few feet to his car. He caught the way you smiled at him before getting in your car. Tonight, just like every night, he waited until your car drove off first before leaving. Then he would go home and wait for you to text him before falling peacefully asleep, knowing you would repeat this night again soon. He couldn’t wait.

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 - 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

additional notes: Joel is 36 and since I saw Tommy's age nowhere, I decided to give them a five-year age gap which will make Tommy 31 in this story. Reader is in her late twenties.

word count: 1.2k

chapter summary: Joel gets a new neighbor.

warnings: none for now!

a/n: thank you to my dearest @pedrito-friskito for editing and allowing me to scream at her over this as always, love you to the moon and back ❤️❤️❤️

chapter one

Joel sits with Tommy on the porch, surrounded by the brilliant warmth of the sun. The sky is a canvas of blue, with a few fluffy clouds lazily drifting by. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle breeze feels soft and tender over his sunburnt skin. A car passes by their house and comes to a stop at the next. Sarah is at school, and for the first time in weeks, Joel feels that he can fully relax. He’s speaking to Tommy, but as always, his brother only half-listens, nodding absently as his gaze remains fixed on the woman emerging from the vehicle.

Joel observes the woman stepping out of the car. She looks young, likely closer in age to Tommy than to himself. She carries a box with her as she makes her way into her new home. Her expression is in complete contrast with the bright sunshine and blooming flowers. He knows why. Losing a family member is never easy.

"We should go say hi," Tommy suggests, pulling Joel out of his contemplations. "And maybe help her with the rest of her stuff."

Joel raises an eyebrow, running his tongue over the roof of his mouth before speaking. "You do know how she got the house, right? Her grandpa died. Not exactly a happy occasion."

"Maybe they despised each other—" Tommy counters, but his sentence is cut short as Joel smacks him on the back of the head. The younger brother rubs at the throbbing pain, shooting a glare at Joel, who remains unfazed.

Joel’s eyes drop to the green grass, observing each and every green blade, “The old man talked about her all the time. I doubt there was nothin’ but love going on between them. Have some respect will ya,”

“I feel like that’s all the more reason to go help,”

Joel releases a heavy sigh, loathing the fact that his brother is correct. Without a word, he rises from his seat, the short wooden stairs groaning beneath him as he descends. Tommy is quick to follow, a little too enthusiastically, Joel observes.

Joel approaches the door and gives a short, booming knock. He takes a step back when the door opens, the woman looks at the two men with a confused expression, her eyebrow raised in question.

“May I help you?” she asks, eyes flitting between the two.

Tommy takes the lead, which surprises no one.

"Hi there, we're your neighbors," Tommy says, his eyes briefly scanning the inside of the house. "Thought we might offer some help?"

"Oh," the woman gasps, realization hitting. She quickly extends a hand, a nervous chuckle falling from her chapped lips. She introduces herself, squeezing Tommy's hand first, then Joel's.

Joel notices the way her gaze seems to see right through him, which makes him feel at unease. He clears his throat and points at Tommy, "He actually doesn't live next door, I'm your real neighbor, me and my daughter Sarah," he says, his hand still cradling hers. "Nice to meet you,"

Tommy shoots Joel an exaggerated look of offense, which he ignores but she laughs at. "It's nice to meet you too," she says, her laughter circling them both.

It’s a pleasant sound, one that leaves both men speechless.

“I’m actually done with all the boxes,” she says with a hint of pride. “But I would love to have you and your family over.” she addresses this part to Joel, then she adds as an afterthought; “After I get everything sorted, that is,”

Joel opens his mouth to answer but Tommy beats him to it, “You got it, sweetheart. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to knock on our door,”

“My door,” Joel grumbles, his eyes digging holes into Tommy’s skull.

Luckily his new neighbor doesn’t hear him. The only evidence that the words actually left his mouth is provided by the sharp elbow Tommy digs into his stomach.

Bastard.

He winces in pain, hand shooting to his stomach with a cough caught in his throat. Joel doesn’t know how to react when she reaches over and places a soft hand on his shoulder, his pulse skyrockets, crimson red peppering all over his skin.

“Are you alright?” she asks. “Do you need me to get you a glass of water?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” Tommy says. “He’ll be fine.”

When Joel manages to catch his breath, her hand is still on his shoulder. His body reacts impulsively, taking her hand and holding it between his fingers. Blood tingles under his fingernails. He doesn’t know why, but in that moment she reminds him of stained glass; beautiful, mesmerizing, delicate.

What the hell is going on with him?

“I’m fine, don't worry,” he croaks, letting go of her hand. She seems just as flabbergasted as him. “Well then, we’ll be off.”

Tommy chirps next to him, his voice like nails on a chalkboard, “Are you sure you don’t want that water, Joel?”

“I’m sure,” he answers, his brows furrowing. “Let’s not trouble our new neighbor any longer,”

If Tommy wants to object, he doesn’t. Just as they’re about to leave, her voice calls out to him. He turns, and the world around him shifts into slow motion. Your eyes are glossed over, not looking at him but down to the pavement underneath. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Did you know my grandfather?” she asks, stunning him further. Joel finds the strength to nod but his mouth is drained of all moisture. “If—If you don’t mind, could you tell me about him sometime? What his life was like living here. I…I hadn’t spoken to him for a while. I didn’t even notice a month had passed since…”

Her voice breaks and trails off. Joel’s heart beats slow and steady. He looks at her with a sympathetic smile and when he turns to Tommy he sees that his brother is looking at her the same way. Grief is a cruel teacher, they both know.

“Of course,” Joel replies and your face lights up.

With that the brothers walk away from the house. The brief exchange replays in Joel’s mind in a constant loop, lingering on the memory of her smile and the tears that threatened to fall.

“She’s quite somethin’ isn’t she?”

“Huh?”

Wide-eyed, Joel turns to Tommy. His stomach drops when he sees that same love-struck expression he’s seen his baby brother make since they were youngins. He sharply sucks his bottom lip through his teeth and bites it, he’s feeling anxious all of a sudden. The clear oxygen around him feels polluted, somehow.

“I said, she’s quite somethin’, isn’t she?” Tommy repeats, agitated. “You never listen to me do you? Anyway, you think she’d say yes if I asked her out?”

“I don’t see why not,” Joel answers with a forced shrug. “Y’re not a complete eyesore which is a plus,”

“Yeah?” Tommy grins, throwing his arm over Joel’s shoulder. “I think I will.”

Joel doesn’t have anything to say to that. He allows Tommy to drag him back to their home, the subject has already changed to something mundane.

But his mind is left at her porch. Wondering when their next conversation will be.

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entitled-fangirl · 3 months

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That's a love rune. Casts a love spell.

Pelle x reader

Summary: Pelle carves the reader a love rune to make her realize their potential for each other.

Words: 2,122

Warning: Love runes, not forced love but manipulated?? Weird cult stuff

Author's note: This is my favorite thriller of all time, so obvs I'm doing this. :)

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In the short few years Pelle and Y/N knew each other in college, she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear the day that he had to leave again.

It seemed that her wish would come true. Very true.

Here she was, in the shared room of the Harga. Her bed felt cold and hard, and her eyes were barely able to catch any sleep. As hard as she tried, it just wasn’t happening. She sighed, sitting in bed, and rubbing her face with her hands. Her hair was wild from the consistent tossing and turning.

She heard a noise.

Her head turns quickly to the side, her eyes scanning every bed carefully, checking on each of her friends. Pelle sits, two beds down. He sits on the end of his bed. He holds something in his left hand, and a knife in his right. It takes her a while to realize he’s carving something. He’s so focused, he doesn’t look up at her. He seemed to not notice her at all.

She pushed herself to the side of the bed carefully, her socked feet touch the ground cautiously. She stands, stretching her arms up. She didn’t want to scare Pelle. And she definitely didn’t want to wake the entire room.

His eyes finally flicker up at her movements, so vibrant, it’s like she could see the blue hue in the dark. Or maybe because as of now, his eyes were wide. He masks it quickly with a smile.

“Y/N, what ever is the matter? It’s nearly 3 am. You should be getting your beauty rest.” Even at the darkest part of the day, he still worried for her. Or at least, she thinks it’s the darkest part of the day. It’s hard to tell with all the windows and doors closed.

She gives a soft shrug, walking to him slowly and quietly, “I’m not sure. Just can’t sleep.”

He chuckles softly, “Don’t worry, Darling.” He pushes his things further up the bed and away from her view, opening his arms, “Come here. Sit with me.”

She gives a soft smile and does so. Sitting by him always felt right. It felt cozy. And warm. Mostly because his arm had wrapped its way around her shoulders. “I’d hate to bother you from your… work, Pelle.”

He laughs quietly, “You did nothing of the sort. Truly.”

She takes this as an answer. “Tell me what you were doing?”

Pelle is slightly frozen in time, his gaze fixed on her face. What was he going to tell her? Whatever it was, he would have to say it quick, for he feared melting under her gaze if fixed on him for too long. A simple glance from her could send him to the moon or leave him in a trance for what felt like years. “It’s…. An old tradition.” Okay. He could make this work. But, Y/N is a curious thing, so chances are-

“How so? What is it?”

He called it. He loved her open and curious nature, but in times like this, it could be his downfall. She turns her body to look back at the bed, but his hands come to each side of her shoulders, stopping her. They were now very close.

He could feel her breath on his face. It was driving him wild. He’d have to get this done, and fast. “It’s a rune. I’m carving a rune.”

She nods. “Carving a rune? Sounds interesting enough,” her voice was so soft. It made him want to reach out just a little further towards her and-

“And why in the middle of the night?”

He looks down to the ground. Think of something, Pelle. “Uh, yes. I don’t find myself with enough time to do it during the daytime activities. And it’s a rather… intimate thing to do.”

Her cheeks turn pink. She stands quickly, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry, Pelle. I didn’t know. I hope I didn’t ruin it, or-“

His hand reach up to hers, pulling her towards him. “Relax. Nothing is ruined. Nothing at all. In fact, I believe it made it better.” His eyes bore into hers, as if he could read her every thought. If he could find a way too, he would have already done so. To him, this girl hung the moon and the stars. And if he didn’t already have a religion, he’d spend his days worshipping her.

Her eyes bore back into his. “Are you sure, Pelle? I can leave like it never happened.”

He shakes his head with a smile, “No. I’d rather you stay.” He pulls her more towards him by the grip he has on her hands until her standing body is in between his legs as he sits on the bed. “Perhaps,” he even thought, “You could help me bless it?”

She shakes her head. “Bless it? Me? Pelle, what does it do?”

The panic sets in his head again. But Pelle was no idiot. “It helps things grow.”

“Grow?”

He nods. “It will be fine as it is, but,” He tilted his head back and forth, “it would be stronger with another soul to bless it.” He couldn’t have made this better if he planned the entire thing.

She lets out a shaky breath, looking down at his pleading blue eyes. She was a cautious woman, and while she liked Pelle, she couldn’t help but feel the strange vibes coming from the other members of the group. Or perhaps, just a dark spirit. She frankly was not spiritually sound enough to know the difference.

He noticed this hesitation and pulled her closer, his hands now moving her the outside of her thighs. “Y/N. Please. It would mean so much to me.”

She sighs, “What do I have to do?”

He takes this as a yes. He quickly stands, turning to grab the ruin. He then takes her hand with his other and drags her out into the moonlight. Weird to finally see the moon after a few days.

He holds the almost finished ruin in his hands, and holds it up to the moon. He brings it back down after a while, holding it out to her, “Now, you must kiss it.”

She tilts her head, “Just kiss it? Anywhere?”

Pelle is beside himself at this opportunity. Not only was it rare to have the scenario happen to a rune like this, but it was highly celebrated in the Harga. His eyes couldn’t look away from her as his breath became uneven.

She takes it from his hand gently. She holds it in her own, her other hand running over the carefully carved dialect in it. For a piece of wood, it was quite beautiful like this. She looked back up at Pelle for one last chance of backing out. He didn’t seem to want to back out.

So, she pulled it up to her lips gently, kissing the top of it.

Pelle let out a shuddered breath as if she had just kissed him. She was slightly weirded out, but the last thing she wanted was to embarrass her friend. She hands it back to him. “Does that work?”

Pelle’s smile was wide. She can’t remember the last time she had seen him this happy. “Oh, Y/N,” he said, taking her face in one of his hands, “You’ve done me an honor. An honor.”

Still weird out by the event that just unfolded in front of her, she nods. “Of course, Pelle. Least I could do for ruining your quiet time.”

He seemed to melt at her words, “My need for quiet time could never outmatch the need to hear the sweet sound of your voice, Y/N.”

While her heart felt something at his words, he was a friend. Just a friend. He invited her on the trip with their friends, and here she was, acting a fool. Dare she even think she was liking Pelle?

She nods, “I’ll just… go to bed now.”

He nodded as well, his hand dropping from her face. “Goodnight, Y/N. And may you dream the most pleasant dreams.”

She quickly retreats to the shared room, tucking herself back in. She tosses another 30 minutes in thought before Pelle finally enters the room again. He walks past all of the beds before stopping at the foot of hers. He quietly kneels, his hands reaching under the bed. He then stands up, his gaze on Y/N, and then he hesitantly moves back to his own bed. He simply sits on his, facing hers. He’s unable to sleep the rest of the night. But now, Y/N had no problem doing so.

Morning comes, and Y/N is awoken by Josh lightly pushing her shoulder, his voice low in her ear. “Y/N. Hey, Y/N.”

She stirs, her eyes opening to find Josh kneeling right beside her bed. She jumps back. “Jesus, Josh. Watch what you’re doing next time.” She pulls herself to a sitting position.

Josh looks concerned. “Listen, Y/N. I… I found this under your bed.” In his hand, the rune Pelle carved.

Her eyes widen, taking it from his hand gently, “Under my bed?”

He nods, reaching down again, pulling a similar one into her line of sight, “One under Christian’s bed, too.”

He grabs that one quickly as well, comparing the two small pieces of wood in her hands. It was clear they were carved by two different people, for the markings were quite different, as well as the stroke of the carving tools they each used. She looked up at Josh. “Pelle told me that it’s a rune to make things grow.”

Josh takes the other rune from her hand, “Well I asked someone else, and they said it’s a love rune.”

Her eyebrows knit together, “A love rune?”

Mark’s voice is heard outside the house, “Josh! Y/N! C’mon!”

Josh sighs, placing Christian’s rune in his coat pocket. “Just, don’t tell anyone about this until we figure out what’s going on.” He then stands quickly and leaves the building, leaving Y/N by herself.

She looks down at the carefully crafted rune in her hand. Pelle had carved this just for her? She blinked. He is even more kind than she originally thought. And quite charming. Her fingers run over the markings. Maybe she’s liked him for a while but refused to acknowledge it.

She looked up, dreaming about what he’s doing now. His long, wavy hair getting tangled as he runs his fingers through it. How he looks on his knees in the gardens. How skillful his hands are at picking the ripe vegetables. And his eyes. Oh, God, his eyes. She would do anything to have them gaze at her now.

As if her prayer was answered, a figure stood in the doorway of the house. Her head perks up, “Pelle?”

He walks to her quickly, kneeling by her bedside. “Good morning,” he says, setting a plate of food down on her lap, “Please. It’s from me.”

He failed to notice the rune sitting in her lap, now blocked from view by the plate. She nods. “Thank you, Pelle. That was very kind.”

Both of his hands go to her face, cupping her cheeks, “I would do anything for you. You must know that.”

She nods, watching him stand and turn to leave. His voice chips up as he goes, “You must stay here for the day. I’ll fetch you at supper.”

He walks a few more steps before her meek voice chirps up, “Pelle?”

He stops immediately, turning his body around. As he does so, she collides with him, having run from her bed. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him. He’s shocked, pulling back only for a second, before completely melting in her hold. His hands go to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss is heavy, as if years of pining had finally led up to this moment. He pulls away, his smile bright. Both now breathe heavily.

“I shall be back at supper. You’ll wait for me, sunshine?”

“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

He nods at this, leaving the house.

She moves back to the bed, holding the love rune in thought.

When her eyes do move from the rune, they go to her bed, where a folded paper rests under her breakfast plate. She picks it up as well, opening it.

Inside, a drawing resides. It's Pelle and Y/N sharing a gentle kiss. Under it, a scribbled note:

To today and many more with sunshine, Pelle <3

Her eyes move back to the door in thought.

#midsommar #pelle x reader #midsommar fanfiction #a24 films #The harga #ari aster #pelle imagines #midsommar imagines #Dani Ardor

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honeybeefae · 8 months

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omg imagine rhys with a s/o that has a crush on him, like an actual huge crush, they’re mated, married and have been for a long time but she still blushes and gets nervous around him. She gossips with her friends ab cute stuff he does and she’s just being soooo inlove. She tries on new dresses and literally does everything to get his attention even though she already has it, He notices obviously and thinks it’s so cute😩🥹 imagine he’s in a meeting and he gets out of his office and reader just runs up to him and leaps in his arm and AHHHH SO CUTEE

stop bc i just know that if i were mated to Rhys i could be 10,000 years old and he would still make me kick my feet and giggle like a teenager. that man is FINEEEE. Also, I love writing fluff so this was so fun.

also listened to Tattooed Heart by Ariana Grande while writing this <3

Butterflies (Rhysand x Reader)

It was baffling to you how even after hundreds of years of being mated, after countless dates, sex, memories, everything really, your mate was still able to make you feel like you did when you first met him.

Rhysand was the definition of perfect in your eyes. His midnight-colored hair, those blue eyes that turned violet and held a million stars, the voice that made you feel safe and alive, and his touch that had saved you so many times. All of it could be found in him. He was your beginning and ending, your moon and sun, your everything.

You knew your friends grew sick of you talking about him all the time, about the most recent way he had spoiled you or taken you. It was so hard not to talk about him. You felt like a teenager with her first crush.

If you were being honest, it should be embarrassing. Every time you go out and buy new dresses you pick out something you think would catch his eye or a matching set of lingerie that he would ravish you in. Whenever you cooked you made sure it was something he would like and don't even get started on the notes you two wrote to each other.

He knew what you were doing, of course. He knew you would try to catch his attention when he was busy or wear his favorite perfume just to get him to come closer. You loved watching his eyes light up when he saw you in his favorite dress or heels, loved the way he would pull you into his arms and kiss you like you were the only two in the entire world.

Today was no different as you stalked outside his office door, the soft pads of your feet barely making any noise as you waited for him to finish whatever business he was attending to.

It had been three days since you had seen him due to his trip to the Illyrian camps with Azriel and Cassian. Rhys had asked you to stay here, knowing this was not a happy meeting, and you were mostly fine staying behind. You just didn't know how hard it would be for you not to see him.

The pen was still scratching against the paper as you let out a small sigh and began the walk back to your shared room. It had been several minutes since you had been waiting and you knew he probably was going to be a few hours more.

As you touched the doorknob you heard a door at the end of the hall open, the familiar scent of citrus and sea wafting over to you as you turned your head. Rhysand stood there, tired but smiling, as you let out a small squeal of happiness and launched yourself towards him.

He caught you with ease, burying his nose into your hair as you wrapped your legs around him and clung to him like a babe. You could feel his rumbling chuckle in your body as he kissed your temple and pulled back to look at you.

"I missed you, darling. Three days is much too long for us." He smirked, licking his lips.

"Any day without you is too long, Rhys." You said softly, caressing his cheek. "Did you see what I'm wearing?"

"It was the second thing I noticed after your smile." Rhys hummed, letting you go so that he could examine you properly. "I think it's so cute that you still think you have to do all these things for my attention, Y/N."

"I want to make sure your eyes and heart are always on me." You grinned. "Just like mine are always on you."

"Darling you've had my attention since the moment I met you. No one else can ever come close to you." He purred, pulling you into a sweet kiss. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you savored him as if it were your first kiss.

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Mini story -- Time tries to get the rest of the Chain up and ready to travel for the day but the rest of the Chain says no.

Time strode in to the stable of sleeping heroes, surprised to see that none of them were up despite the fact that the sun was already starting to rise.

"Time to get up," He announced. "We got a long day of travel ahead of us." Several heroes groaned and rolled over in response. Time made his bed, collected his bathing items and went down to the lakeside to wash up.

The plan was to start heading toward Death Mountain to deal with some of the monster camps springing up in the Gorons' mines. They hoped to make it to Foothill stable at least but ideally as far up towards Goron city as daylight would allow.

Time washed up, changed clothes, he even bothered to shave that morning. He could normally go week between shaving his face, but the stubble was starting to itch and irritate him. Once he was done, he neatly folded his nightclothes and returned to the stable.

Wild sat by the bright young fire that another traveler had lit. He was fully dressed, but still wrapped in a stable blanket and he stared blankly into the flames.

"Wild, what do you have planned for breakfast?" Time asked.

Wild looked up, startled out of whatever thoughts he'd been lost in. He then narrowed his eyes and hissed at Time, then took out his slate and teleported away right in front of him.

"Ah, hehe. Always startles me when he does that," the other traveler tending to the fire laughed. Time wasn't sure what to make of it. Where had he gone?

Warriors exited the stable, dressed, but lacking armor.

"Is everyone up?" Time asked.

"It's... a slow morning." Warriors answered. "Expect to leave a little later today."

"Not too late, I hope," Time answered frowning. "We have a lot of ground to cover." He entered the stable to find most of the Links still varying states of waking up.

Sky was sitting up with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but his eyes were closed and he looked to be asleep. Legend was sitting on the floor next to the bed. Wind was an unmoved mound of blankets. Hyrule lay awake and blinking dreamily up into the rafters. Twilight sat cross-legged on his bed rummaging through his bag while Four was curled up next to him in a tight little ball.

"What's going on? Why aren't you up yet?" Time asked. "We need to get going." He moved to Wind's bedside and shook what was probably Wind's shoulder.

"Come on, time to wake up," he said. Wind rolled to look at him with rosy cheeks and tired red eyes.

"No. Shut up. Fuck you," he growled and retreated under the covers completely. Time was taken aback.

There was a thump and Time looked up to see Sky still wrapped in his blanket but laying on the floor and inchworming toward his pile of stuff. Legend was up on his feet but he limped every single step he took and his face pinched in pain. Hyrule stretched and yawned loudly but made no move to get up. Unexpectedly, Wild strode back into the stable, grabbed Hyrule's bare foot.

"You're coming with me!" He said and teleported them both away, Hyrule squawking in surprise and dressed in nothing more than his pajamas.

Time sighed and Warriors pulled him back toward the fire outside. "The night stablemaster said that Wind was up in the night with nightmares," Warriors said. "Made him some hot chocolate and stayed up with him for a while. He'll likely need another hour or two of sleep at least."

"I see," Time said and sighed again. "Wind's behavior I can understand, but we took yesterday as a rest day for a reason--with the expectation that today everyone would be up and ready to go as soon as light allowed."

"Time. These boys may be heroes, but they're also boys. They need more than one day of rest once in a blue moon. They aren't perfect little soldiers with infinite energy and morale. You can only push them so far before they will push back."

"I know that, but we have a job to do. The Gorons--"

"Can wait," Warriors interrupted. "They aren't, dying, the city isn't under attack, the just can't dig rocks in their usual spots. It's not that urgent."

Time sighed yet another time. So much for their grand travel plans.

"Besides, I can tell that you need a break too," Warriors said with a sly grin. "You've been impatient recently, taking everything too seriously, skipping meals, nagging, sighing at every little thing that doesn't go according to plan... you need a break just as much as the rest of us."

Time refrained from sighing but he sure felt like it. He hadn't noticed he'd been doing those things more, but he certainly recognized the pattern. They were indeed some of his tells of being overworked.

"Is that why you aren't wearing your armor this morning?" Time deflected. "You already decided that today needs to be another rest day?"

"It's possible," Warriors shrugged.

Time was a proud man and he hated to admit it, but Warriors was right. They needed another rest day. If nothing else, they could do it for Wind's sake.

"So what do you say, Old Man?" Warriors prodded him.

"I think you and I are cooking breakfast this morning," Time answered. "For whenever these sleepyheads choose to get up."

"Eyyy that's was I was hoping to hear!" Warriors smiled. "I'll go tell the troops they can go back to bed. You break out the bacon and start mixing up some flapjack batter."

"Only if you tell the stablemaster we're camping out another day," Time answered.

The End.

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Crossfire -----✈︎ 4

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 |

Word Count: 2,955

Summary: So much is riding on this mission, including your future, and that of those you’ve come to adore like family. When a tumultuous turn of events has you doing emotional somersaults, you’re overwhelmed with everything this career has brought to you, including this moment.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first parts, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || MOST DEFINITELY SPOILERS FOR TOP GUN MAVERICK!! you’ve been warned. Tw; topics of death, plane accidents

Author Note: oh hey there, you’re still reading this stuff? well i’m glad you are !! i’m in the midst of writing the next part and you guys are not ready for this. i also know this part is a smidge short, but i promise you it’s so so so much more than just a word count. with that - enjoy!!

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With the discussion with Maverick under your belt - and some newfound confidence thanks to the information that was revealed, you were able to get some food in you. You then sat on deck, drumming your fingers on your helmet as you watch the sun rise. You jump when you hear a voice from behind you. To your surprise, it’s Hangman. You look up at him as your mind registers his words. ‘It’s at least a clear day.’

“Yeah. Maybe it’ll be a little easier.” You hum, feeling him take a seat next to you.

“No luck with Rooster?” He asks, leaving you more surprised. It makes you look at his face, which for the first time doesn’t have the familiar daredevil grin on his features. Jake Seresin was never one to be serious. This was a version of him that you didn’t exactly enjoy.

“No.” You sigh, turning your head back to the brightening colors in the sky. “I feel so damn guilty. It was over nothing too.” Your fingers are tracing over the crescent moon shape that’s painted on your helmet, shades of navy blue, yellow and stars litter the surface, your callsign written in a pleasant calligraphy font.

“Well… maybe you try when he’s forced to hear you?” Hangman suggests and you furrow your brows, looking over your shoulder.

“Jake, are you suggesting I try talking to him in the air? Mid-mission? Don’t you think we’ll be a little preoccupied?” You ask with a breath of air moving through you with astonishment. He shrinks.

“Yeah… I guess.” The two of you sit in the quiet again.

“Thanks for trying to find a solution, Hangman. But I don’t think there’s any bandaging that’s going to stick before we get in the air.” With that, you’re standing from your crisscross spot, reaching out a hand and helping him to his feet. He takes it, standing upright, pulling you to his chest and gripping onto you tight.

“You come home. You hear?” A weak smile fills your face - not that he can see it with it hidden in his flight suit.

“Loud and clear.”

Taking to the flightdeck, you can feel your heartbeat in every step you take toward your jet. Coyote is right beside you, quiet as a church mouse. It’s not long after that your helmet is on, in your spot in the pilot’s seat, adjusting your mask to loosely hang from its snaps. You take one last look around the flightdeck, seeing faces watching you. You spot Hangman and Payback standing at attention, a firm salute to the six of you. As the canopy comes down to seal the two of you in, you return it, somewhat teary eyed.

You can only hope this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing them. God, you hope it isn’t.

The force of takeoff that used to be so thrill inducing instead feels like dread following you. You’re pushed against your seat with the movement, scaling into the air.

The airtower is confirming each of your names, confirming your radio connections. It’s the first time you hear his voice in what feels like weeks.

“Dagger 2.” It’s almost impossible to ignore the slight shake in his voice. He’s as scared as you are, and neither of you were ready to face this.

Yet here it was.

With each mile you gain towards the target, the more your stomach aches. Approaching the mountain range, you know that this is no dream, no practice run.

Don’t think. Do.

Each turn has you sliding, forcing yourself to take calculated breaths, making sure that you’re getting enough oxygen. It’s easy to forget that you’re already on the clock, but Coyote’s keeping track. Luckily.

You nearly graze the one mountain, and can hear Phoenix. “Easy, Dagger 3. You’re over-adjusting.” A breath as you enter your next turn, your entire body moving with the force. Finally, you’re out of the turns, pulling up in a straight climb. Your entire body is vibrating, your mind racing. You can hear Maverick in front of you, initiating the first round of firing. Miss. It’s now Rooster’s turn to take a shot. The carrier tower confirms the missile missed its target. As you’re climbing, you’re hearing him struggle to get the target to align. With no confirmed lock on target, he’s firing. Contact.

With contact made, half the miracle work is done. That was only the first shot. You had to make the second one.

The final one.

If you don’t lock on, you can’t take the shot. Then you risk Phoenix missing as well. All your efforts would be for nothing - leaving you running from enemy fire, in a desperate attempt to get back to the carrier. You dip into the valley, a shake in the jet as you shift the crosshairs, the screen flickering with the vibrations from the speed. “Starting targeting.” A breath in, one out. It feels like you’re hyperventilating, yet taking the slowest breaths. In a brief moment, the target locks and you take your shot - without confirmation.”Dagger 3, did you take the shot? Dagger 3?”

You don’t remember if contact was made. All you remember is shifting into escape mode. Rising from the valley, into smoke filling the sky, immediately pulling up as hard as you can, the entire jet shaking as if you were careening from the sky, yet you’re going the opposite direction. You’ve nearly cleared the peak when it comes over your comms.

“Dagger 1 has been hit. I repeat, Dagger 1 has been hit.” Your stomach drops, forcing you to push further. No, no, no. He needs help, he needs backup, a wingman. You want to get to him - need to get to him. As you increase the speed, your vision is beginning to go dark at the edges.

“Moonshine, we’re pushing 10 Gs as it is!” Coyote comes from behind you but you don’t hear him.

10.1 10.2 10.3

Finally you clear the peak,making the aggressive change in direction, leaving you plummeting to the ground, soaring down, beginning the onslaught of avoiding enemy fire. Your hands are moving faster than your brain. You barely register what’s happening, but it’s that drive that gets out and into the clear. You feel faint, on the verge of blacking out, and it’s likely showing. Your name is coming through the comms’ Coyote’s searching for confirmation that you’re alright. With no words exchanged, the tower is checking in, forcing a response from you: “Dagger 3 is clear. No damage.”

“We have to get him.” Rooster’s voice comes through. Oh God, Rooster don’t-

“Dagger 2 you are to return to the carrier. We have no signal on Dagger 1, there is nothing we can do.”

“We can’t just do nothing.” There’s tension in his voice, which leaves you with tears in your eyes. You want to go back, you want to support Rooster. Maverick. God, Maverick.

“You have firm orders.” Another voice, “Dagger 2 is out of position.”

“Lt. Bradshaw. Bradshaw!” There’s no response. You attempt to reach out to him.

“Rooster! Rooster come on.” It’s then that you realize you’re not getting any feedback. “Coyote, can you hear me?” Pressing every button on your comms, you’re not getting anything. Nothing from your RIO, nothing from Dagger 4, the tower, Rooster.

Nothing.

For the next thirty minutes, it’s you and the radio static as you lurch forward to the carrier. You rush your landing, well knowing that your aeronautics instructor would have heavily reprimanded you for such a landing. You’re numb, not from the vibration of the plane, or the screeching halt you’d suddenly come to.

You’re numb, because your favorite people were either MIA or on the way into enemy fire.

As soon as the canopy’s clear, you’re jumping from the craft and running, running to the tower. Despite the people yelling at you since the runway is active, Coyote begging you to stop. There’s no time for the elevator, so you’re taking the stairs, two at a time. Moving at such a speed, you inevitably trip, scraping the palms of your hands on the metal before getting up again. The sting of your hands pales to the ringing of your head, but you have no care or concern for your own well being at this moment. By the time you’ve reached the last landing, you’re gasping for air, barely any energy remaining. The door to the room moves with ease, and when you step in, all eyes are on you.

The room is quiet when you throw the door open. Admiral Simmons looks at you, your rank leaving his mouth. “Dagger 2. Did he find him? Did Rooster find Maverick?” You’re panting, your lungs on fire. Eagerly, you’re waiting for an answer.

There’s not a soul who dares to move, to speak. “Well??” One of the traffic controls turns to you.

“Dagger 2 was hit. We just lost signal.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. There’s barely any air moving through your lungs as it is, but now you can’t even begin to take a breath. Your chest is tight, the dark room spinning around you as tears flood your vision. “No… no .. but-but he’s okay? They’re okay… they have to be okay.” It’s a near sob that breaks through you, multiple sets of hands reaching your shoulders, guiding you out of the control tower room.

You can tell you’re moving, yet your legs aren’t going anywhere. It’s then that you realize that Bob has an arm under your shoulder, Payback on your left. They’re physically carrying you down the steps as tears leave you immobile. They move with such caution, such care, yet your vision blurs it like they’re moving 100 miles per minute. When they get to the bottom of the staircase, they’re taking a break, trying to get through to you. You can’t. You… can’t do this without them.

Without him.

Your day started with hours feeling as though they were minutes. Yet now, curled in your bunk, you feel like minutes have become hours. Luckily for you, most of the cohabitants of the room had their own tasks at hand so they were not bothering you. Though, that meant they didn’t know. In a blissful state of ignorance.

Two pilots were presumed to be dead. Two men who had helped you get to this spot, whether you were willing to admit that or not. The creaking of the quarter door has you shifting your head toward the sound. The lights were completely out, leaving a halo over the person entering, that was until she turns on the lights. “Shiner?” You pull the sheets over your head, a whimper accompanying it. Maybe you were being selfish right now. You were sure Phoenix wasn’t taking this easy either. With that reminder, you push the sheets back again, climbing from the bunk and to the floor where she joins you. “Bob and the rest of the guys were worried about you but… didn’t want to…” She nods her head toward the room, well knowing that men weren’t permitted in the sectioned off area of the ship.

“Right.” A slight laugh pairs with it as you wipe at your eyes. Sniffing, you take a look at her. Her hair is out of place from her helmet, her eyes just as red as your own had to be. You sigh and let your head hit the middle bunk, trying to stop the tears. Natasha speaks so softly in the eerie quiet.

“Did you tell him?” The words crush you further, another wave begins to drown you in grief. You fall into her shoulder, where she’s wrapping her arms around you.

“If you knew, I hope that he did.” Your voice cracks when you say it. “I can’t… it never got to be love. I loved him. I didn’t get to love him.” Natasha’s heart is breaking for you, her hand moving to the side of your head as your diaphragm muscle spasms, making your breath skip as you try to pull air into your lungs. She pulls your head toward her shoulder, your temple meeting the edge of her green t-shirt, soon enough stained with tears.

“We’re all here for you, hon’. I brought you something from the commissary, it’s not gonna fix anything, but I just.. Hoped it could ease some of the big emotions.” She’s reaching into her pocket, struggling to pull out whatever she crammed into it. When it’s successfully released from the confines, she hands the package to you, making you pick up your head as she presents it. A mellow smile stretches across your face as tears flood your eyes again, hands carefully taking the gold packaging. Looking at you through the clear window in the plastic is a parade of rainbow gummy bears. A laugh starts to breathe life into your lungs, Phoenix looks at you with a confused smile. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smile as you start to open the package, offering her some when it’s finally open. She’s happy to take some, leaving the two of you on the women’s quarter floor, a bag of gummies between the two of you, tears silently running down each other’s faces.

It takes you another half hour or so to collect yourself off the floor, wash your face with cold water, blow your nose - compose yourself. You would have a debriefing to get to, no doubt about it. You’re leaning onto the sink basin, taking a shaky breath before looking into the mirror. As you’re thinking of exiting - the mirror rattles on the steel walls, the floor vibrates, a roaring coming from floors above you.

Everyone had been grounded. So why was there a plane taking off?

Exiting the bathroom, you’re following the hallway to the nearest staircase. After already breaking into the control tower once, you move to the nearest jet and helmet, listening to the comms channel. “Lt. Seresin, ground your plane, immediately.”

“You said there was a signal, and with all due respect, if there is a sailor out there on their own, I’ll be damned if I’m sitting around and letting them die from my lack of action.”

Signal??

“What signal??” You jump on the line, only to be scolded as well. “I’m not flying, I’m listening. What signal is he talking about?”

“Maverick has a signal. He’s out there, I’m not letting him down.” A breath. Stay put, Mav. You’re mentally begging him to just sit and wait.

“Jake.” You warn, hearing him muttering something else.

“Yeah?”

“Bring him home.”

In the half hour it should’ve taken Hangman to get there, you learned that Maverick had stolen an enemy craft and was attempting to fly that back to the carrier. They had no line of communication, just some signals and plane stats. It was nail biting to say the least. The radio crackles to life again. “I have visual on Maverick - and what looks to be Rooster.”

Your forehead drops to the side of the plane as relief sings through your heart. He’s alive. He’s alive. There’s minimal time for celebration as a rapid succession of events occurs. In the time of spotting them, Jake is firing shots and missiles - just barely saving their asses. You can hear laughter on Hangman’s end, some sort of teasing response to being a hero, before telling them he’d see them on deck.

And you thought your landing was rough. The entire ship seemed to shake with intensity as the old craft scraped the asphalt - a horrifying sound pairing it. What without any wheels, there were less predictable endings. Upon stopping, you can see smoke and crew immediately hosing the nose of the jet down with extinguishers. Yet, the canopy pops up, a rather smiley Maverick popping up. “Did you guys miss us?” He cries out and you’re running again. You’re not the only one to start crowding the jet, but you’re certainly the closest to it.

As you’re running, you watch as the brown haired male climbs from the jet, a little unstable when he reaches the ground. “Bradley!!” His head pokes up just in time for your chests to collide, your arms wrapping around him in the tightest death grip, tucking themselves under his armpits, your face crushing into his chest. Sore arms reciprocate the grip you have on him to hold onto you, reassuringly his head comes to meet the top of yours as sobs start up again. You barely make out the shushing sounds he’s offering over the cheers and chants overwhelming the top of the ship. A hand rubbing your back slowly, he’s squeezing you with all he has left in him. You don’t dare let go, gripping the canvas of his flight suit, taking a deep breath of him into your senses. It’s instant reassurance, this isn’t an imposter, a doppleganger, a replacement. It’s Bradley.

“Moon,” Rooster finally speaks, his grip loosening on you, trying to pull you away. Instead, you hold on tighter, not wanting to release him. “Moon. Let go.”

“No. Don’t make me, please, don’t make me.” Your words are muffled by his shoulder, which he is prying you from. When your eyes meet, you witness a new kind of relief. Not your own, but his. The blonde is soon taking your hand, undoing the zipper of his suit slightly, only to guide your hand onto his chest. Hazel hues connect with yours again.

“You feel that?” He quips, forcing you to nod rather hesitantly, a sniff matching it. Under your palm you can feel his pulse, his heart absolutely racing. “I’m here. I’m alive.” Rooster’s grip on your hand tightens at the words. “I’m not going anywhere, Moon. I promise.”

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sugarbag · 10 months

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✰﹣𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿

hockeyplayer!abby anderson x black!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. you didn't even want to go to this stupid party. but abby would be there, so its a good enough reason to change your mind right?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. underage drinking, bad writing, swearing, owen ( yes i am putting him in this category ) LOTS of clichés, like, an insane amount

FLUFF.

set in a 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗮𝘂 and 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲!𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 because i said so

lowercase intended, also reader as braids in this, i kinda imagined this kind

proofread : meh

𝗮𝗻. hi!! this is my first time writing/posting ever so yea, there will be mistakes and stuff but my obsession with abby took over:) i started this during lesbian visibility week, i HAD to finish it for pride month!!! i'll make two parts for this :)

this is LARGELY inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray and english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes i'll make, anyways, hope you'll enjoy and if you do let me know<3

it was still pretty early when you decided you had to leave owen's house. she's not even here, you thought, even after being there for an hour and a half, though it felt like an eternity.

the wolves of seattle, or your highschool's hockey team, had won the biggest game of the season, and owen, a blond football player with an ego the size of the moon, had invited pretty much everyone to his house to celebrate. now normally, you'd decline politely, not being really fond of parties or owen or getting drunk or owen but your friend dina insisted.

oh c'mon, free booze, free food- do i really need to extand the list of reasons we should go?

ok, you said two things, that's not a list dee, you replied.

well, a little birdie told me that abby would be there, you know, considering she's the captain of the team and all. not that you would care, obviously...

needless to say, you never ran so fast to your closet. you had had the biggest crush on abby anderson for what felt like forever but you only found out about her existence two years ago, in tenth grade. she was already popular due to the fact that she played hockey, but that only increased with time. now, at the end of highschool, your crush grew as you and abby did, and even though you thought that you would have enough time to confess, in a few months, you'd be off to college, lips sealed and secret unrevealed.

as you got ready, the only thing that was on your mind was abby's blonde hair, her freckled skin and her large shoulders, which you'd only admire from your seat behind her in english class. the only way you'd ever indulge in your crush was from afar, scared of rejection.

and now, 2 hours later, your green top felt rough against your skin, you had to take you jacket off because it was so hot in there and your braids seemed to pull on your scalp in a much tighter way due to your annoyance. you were in the corner of owen's living room, next to the couch on which dina was seated. she's been drinking, whining about another one of your friend not being here, ellie. dina tried to convince the young girl to come to the party but ellie and abby weren't exactly on good terms after a golfing incident that ellie didn't talk about much. just as you were wondering about the feud between the two, you recognised a blonde braid flowing a few feet away. you had spent enough time analysing every inch of her to feel tingles on every bit of your body when she turned around to look right at you.

her piercing glance met your own eyes and you couldn't help but scurry away from her blue gaze by crouching directly behind the couch.

"what.. the fuck" dina sighs. she sounded dazed, undoubtedly from the shots she's been downing. jesse didn't even bother to look your way, doing heart eyes to a random girl, his infatuation for the night. however, dina had her eyes trained on you and as she quickly scanned the room, you swiftly let out :

"abby's here! oh my god, sh's actually here! dina she looked right at me!"

"well, that's why we're here right? so that you can confess your undying love for her and become her housewife"

you let out an annoyed huff, but the idea made its way into your brain and you imagined living with abby, being able to kiss her every morning and see her with her hair undone from that eternal braid of hers. you'd run your fingers through her blonde locks, untagling the occasional knots and god, you were being delusional.

"ya know, if you don't tell her, you'll never have her babies"

"you're so drunk, shut up!" you manifested your annoyance by slapping the back of her head slightly, raising your hand from your hiding spot.

"seems like i'm not the only one, look at lovergirl over there," dina slurred.

you got up and slowly, sat down next to the black-haired girl and immediately fixed your eyes on abby. she did look a bit off, you thought. some strands from her braid were framing her flushed face and her loud laugh could be heard throughout the entire living room. the room was pretty large, you and dina being on one of the many little couches that were littered accross the room. you were practically in the very back, and on the other end of the room, was standing abby in all of her glory, surrounded by her friends and being cheered on by several people in the crowd around them.

it felt like a bad movie. admiring your highschool crush from afar at a party you didn't even want to be at in someone else's house. but still, you allowed yourself to take the blonde girl in as you sighed. oh, how beautiful she was. her strong jaw was on display, allowing you to take a good look at her sharp profile and the way her broad shoulders stretched her tight shirt. you admired the way her muscles flexed with every one of her moves and how she exuded confidence and calm. you wanted to be hers so bad.

"stop drooling, go over there!"

"yeah right, i'm just gonna go over there and ask her to be my girlfriend, even tough she doesn't even know me, in front of all her friends; i'm sure that'll go well!" you sarcastically said.

"yeah i know right? that's why i suggested it silly!" dina yelped in a high pitched voice.

she looked around a bit and started tugging at your hair a little. she was intoxicated, it was obvious so you gently got up to get her water. you took the bottle of alcohol away from the table in front of the three of you, eliciting a little whine from dina. you turned towards your friend.

"i'm gonna get you some water ok? you do not move, i'll be back right away. jesse will keep an eye on you, right jess?"

"what? noooo, last time she bit me!" the boy complained loudly.

"don't get your dirty fingers close to my mouth, imbecile."

you could still hear the two of them arguing as you hurried towards the kitchen you saw on your way in. you pushed through the crowd to get to the sink, set the bottle down and it's only then that you realized that you didn't have a glass. you looked around a bit and started opening different cupboards in vain. just as you were about to give up, you felt a heavy hand graze your shoulder, followed by a voice you knew all too well, despite never talking directly to the speaker.

"are you looking for this?"

you froze.

abby anderson was standing right behind you, beer and glass in the same hand, you knew that because in addition to her voice and other hand, that was now fully on you shoulder, you could suddenly feel her warmth in your back. realising that the amount of time you spent with your back turned was becoming awkward, you suddenly spun around to face abby, and you almost stopped breathing.

from across the room, you couldn't observe her all that well but up close, you could have counted the freckles displayed on her slightly crooked nose. you could have pushed the strand of hair that was getting close to her eyelashes but the sight of her blue eyes made you feel like any movement would cause you to break. the dimly lit kitchen created a golden haze that surrounded abby, made her skin glow and brought out her freckles and in that very moment, you swore you got into heaven. she adorned a band tee that was just a little tight on her but the short sleeves allowed you to see her arm muscles flex as she moved.

she looked at you groggily, with a dazed look and a glass in her hand. she almost nudged it into you chest, which made you want to scream, but you happily took the glass.

"um, th-thank you!" you managed to mumble two words and regretted it instantly.

"you're welcome, pretty!" abby replied.

and you froze again. you were about to fill the glass with water but as those words left abby's mouth, you felt all your limbs transforming into jello.

"what did you say?" you asked in disbelief.

abby's eyes were still boring into yours, her mouth slightly agaped and you swore you could cry as she retorted :

"i called you pretty! because you are"

your eyes must have opened wide because abby suddenly looked a bit panicked.

"i'm sorry, does it bother you? i won't do it again, sorry" she scratched the back of her head.

"no!" you practically shouted. "it's ..um i mean it's completely fine"

you paused a little before adding :

"you.. well, i- i think you're really pretty too!"

you could have sighed at your fumbling but the girl's grin got bigger at your words.

"thank you! i'm abby by the way! nice to meet you __" when she said your name, you could've fainted. so many thoughts came to mind but you only managed to blink until your vision got blurry.

"i know who you are, how do you know my name?"

you didn't mean to sound rude, that probably came out the wrong way, but what the actual fuck?

"oh well, we have a few classes together. english, physics, french and-"

"maths, i know. you're two seats away from me"

oops. hope she didn't catch that.

she didn't seem to, or maybe she didn't care enough because her smile grew even more, if that was even possible. a small grin started forming on your lips but it was interrupted by a man's shadow on the two of you. owen had inserted himself close to abby, closer than you were, so much so that you felt like you could vomit just from the sight. his arm was around her shoulders and you saw her form slightly crisp for a second then slowly relax.

"hey, we missed you for a second back there! whatcha' doing here?" his loud voice made you cringe, and when he looked at you, you couldn't help but furrow your brows. you lived a few houses down, so owen was sort of your neighbor, which was appreciated when abby came over to his house and you saw her on her way. dina called it creepy stalking. she wasn't totally wrong.

"yo, __, right? having fun?"

the sound of your name in his mouth sent a new wave of nausea through your body but you decided to behave. after all, it was his house, his party, his friend.

"uh yeah sure, it's a great party owen. i came with a few friends and- oh shit!" you exclaimed.

dina was still waiting for her much needed glass of water, all alone, with drunk jesse as her only companion. fuck.

you quickly turned around to fill the long forgotten glass of water and excused yourself to the pair.

"i'm sorry, i have to give this to my friend, was nice though, bye abby!"

"bye pretty!" the girl replied as she waved her hand at you.

the nickname made you weak on your knees, which was not ideal when you had to push through a crowd of drunk people. you looked back at the kitchen, seeing abby get owen's arm away from her shoulders. you grinned before continuing your trip over to dina. you were relieved once you heard the bickering of your two friends again, assuming they probably argued the whole time you were with abby. oh god, you actually talked to abby.

"that was definitely not right back by the way, i think i had time to sober up completely" dina sluggishly stated. just as she said this, she knocked over a couple plastic cups on the table. she slowly looked up at you, accepted the glass of water you inched towards her and drank it as she looked away.

"i called an uber, its a few minutes away" jesse, who was still sat next to dina, handed you his phone for you to note the car's travel.

"great, awesome let's um, let's get out of here"

dina quickly finished her cup, and got up, you immediately went to slip your shoulder under her own, carrying a part of her body weight to keep her from stumbling all over the sticky floor. jesse gathered everyone's belongings and followed after the two of you and being less intoxicated than dina, his step was much firmer.

"you're such a lightweight dee," the boy snorted.

the black haired girl flipped him off as she looked his way, and chuckled before standing straighter, pushing through the crowd with more confidence.

"i'm not even drunk, you di- oh shit, sorry!"

"no, no don't worry that's my bad"

it's like you summoned her. technically, dina was the one who bumped into abby but still, the blonde girl was looking at you, right now. she waved again, despite the fact that you were a few feet away from her. you waved back and as you did so, you could feel dina's confused look going between the two of you, before locking her squinted eyes on you.

"oh you two already know each other?" she asked, in disbelief. you opened wide eyes in her direction at the question but rapidly looked back at abby.

"yeah, um, i mean we talked a little in the kitchen like 5 minutes ago"

"mhm and she called me pretty" abby added in a high pitched voice.

sudenly both dina and jesse were looking at you with wide eyes and sligthly open mouths. dina was the first one to tease.

"is that so?" she emphasised every word with a big smile plastered on her face. she was proud of you, truly but the fact that she was drunk altered her reactions.

"ooh so that is what took you so long. you were getting to know each other" jesse agitated finger guns in your side as you tried to keep eye contact with abby. as difficult as it already was, her dopey smile made you feel dizzy in the best way possible and you knew you'd get teased afterwards when abby talked again

"yeah i'd really like to do that. get to know you, i mean"

she said that so casually you almost had topinch yourself to believe it wasn't a dream. once again your eyes got a little wider, which didn't go unnoticed by dine, who snorted quietly. it felt so sweet that you almost forgot you were at a crowed party, close to the door and the stairs in one of the most packed areas of the house, and your carelessness was rewarded by having a drink spilt all over your shirt as some guy bumped into you. the green top you adorned turned dark and the strong smell of alcohol made you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"hey, watch where you're going man!" dina's brows furrowed as she got in between the two of you. the drunk guy mumbled an apology but he rapidly faded in the crowd and disappeared as quickly as he entered the frame. the humid feeling on your chest, however, was still very present and you peeled your wet top off your body with a worried expression.

"fuck" the smell of alcohol clung to your skin and made it's way to your nostrils, causing you to scrunch your face in disgust. abby let out a light chuckle at the sight of your grimace and when you heard her, you didn't care about your wet shirt or the music that was blasting in your ears or the fact that a few minutes ago, you felt as if you were about to burst because of overstimulation.

abby's laugh fixed it.

you were down monstrously bad.

"i um, i have a shirt in my car if you want. wet fabric is the worst feeling ever."

"uhh i don't know, i should go with dina, she's a bit drunk and-" you were interrupted by your friend.

"nahh me? i'm as sober as a judge" loudly declared the black haired girl. as she did so, she let go of jesse's arm and managed to walk a few meters in an approximatively straight line before turning back to your group with a large smile on her face and her arms in the hair, demonstrating her exploit.

"take the shirt, get some time to chat amongst yourselves and jesse and i, we'll be on our merry way" she gripped the boy by the arm she was previously holding onto, and walked to the door with her back turned to it, facing you and abby.

you hurried to her side to whisper scream in her ear "what are you doing? are you really gonna leave me alone? with abby?!"

"hey calm down yeah? just take the shirt and her number, emphasis on number. because stalking her instagram without even following her is not gonna get you anywhere."

"yea i know but-"

"no buts. you go get that shirt and her number. if you don't, i'll be under your bed tonight"

"how old are you?"

"stop being a coward. text me when you get home okay? i want details."

dina kissed your cheek and gave you aa encouraging look before glancing over at jesse, who had a dopey smile plastered on his face. she let out a little sigh before moving her head towards the entrance. he followed her after giving you a little hug and soon enough, they were walking out the door after giving you a little wave.

you caught a glimpse of them bickering in the uber and as the car drove away, you realized abby was still standing a few meters away from you. you turned around to find her in the same spot, right behind you with a light smile and rosy cheeks. she rummaged trough the pocket of her black jeans to get her car keys out of it.

"if you still want that shirt.."

"sure! is your car close?"

"yeah, it's just in front"

the two of you walked to the door, pushing people away a few times, and as soon as you got out of the house, the cold wind hit your face with force. the refreshing feeling made you inhale and fill your lungs with oxygen, savoring the new sensation. you closed your eyes and for a second, the only other existing being was abby. she stood right next to you and if you weren't so engulfed by the fresh air on your face, maybe you could've noticed the way she looked at you.

maybe you'd have noticed how she always blushed when you looked her way or how she was shaking before every single french class because that's when you're the closest to her, just one seat away. and technically, abby could move closer to you but she didn't want to risk passing off as a creep. so she just kept her eyes trained on your silouhette, your hair, your hands whe she'd get glimpses of them from behind you. abby was beginning to get lost in her thoughts of you, so much so that she almost forgot why the two of you were outside, together. as if you could hear her thoughts, you reminded her.

"which one's your car?"

you obviously knew what car abby drove, it was the same one you'd look for every morning in the parking lot and when you saw the grey range rover, your heart lept out of your chest for a second. but abby couldn't know that. she led you to her car and you were perplexe when she followed you to the passenger side, only for her to open the car door for you. you blinked a few times before processing what she did, and the whole time she just stared at you, giving you a little nod to encourage you to get in.

you sat in the passenger seat, abby closed the door and went to the trunk of her car. she retrieved a black muscle tee from it, got in the car and froze. you were in her car. so close she could smell your perfume. you smelled like jasmin and, was that vanilla? abby could never tell. not even after she looked down at the shirt in her hands and turned her head to you, handing you the item. this time, you noticed the slight shaking of her hands and as you took the shirt, your hads brushed. the contact felt like touching an exposed wire, fire pouring into your veins and at this very moment,

you were so glad you went to this party.

an. okkk so this might be a bit short but i really wanted to at least share one part!!

LOTS of incoherence and clichés but i mean.. anything for abby am i right?? i don't know if i hate it or love it but its still my first child

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 4 months

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I know it’s on your requests info, but I know you’ve also seen Bones. Would you be willing to write something fluffy with Jack Hodgins? If not that fine, hope you have good night/day!

Of course! I love Bones. It has been and will always be my comfort show ❤️ All this makes me want to do is start up a rewatch.

Word Count: 703

Warnings: None

The hum of the diner was comforting. The case you were working on was an interesting one, but you'd needed the break to clear your mind. Nothing like a crappy diner cheeseburger to make you feel better.

You were just about to take a bite when Jack slide into the seat in front of you. A wide grin plastered across his face. You couldn't help but smile back at him. When Jack smiled it was the most contagious thing in the world.

"You want to tell me what's got you grinning like that?" You teased, taking a bite into your burger.

"Oh, just the usual crack in the case done by yours truly." He leaned forward on the table, grabbing a fry off of your plate. You pushed your plate closer to him, enjoying Jack's playful mood.

"I would expect nothing less from the King of the Lab," you quipped back. You would have thought you hung the moon the way he looked at you.

"Yes! Thank you!" He said enthusiastically, slamming his hand on the table. "Sometimes it really does feel like you're the only one who appreciates my genius." Jack let out an dramatic sigh, his blue eyes gazing at you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, watching as he popped another one of his fries in his mouth.

"Do you want something to eat? Or are you just going to keep stealing my food?" You raised your eyebrow at him.

He shrugged putting his hands up in surrender, "What happened to sharing was caring?"

"That went away when you stole half of my food - hey!" You laughed trying to swat his hand away as he stole another fry.

Jack leaned forward his head resting in hand. "You love me."

"I do, but your pushing it Hodgins," you teased, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours.

"Am I?" He raised his eyebrows at you pecking you once more.

"Oh, that's so sweet I'm getting cavities. Adorable."

"Hi, Angie," Jack laughed. Both of you turning to look at her. She took a seat next to you, stealing what was left of your fries. You fought a sigh, catching Jack's eyes. He was trying not to laugh himself.

"What?" Angela mumbled?

You and Jack only looked at each other.

"You know what? I don't want to know. Brennan's looking for both of you by the way."

You gave a forlorn look at your burger, and started collected your things.

"Can I-"

"Go ahead, Angie, somebody should enjoy it," you said remorsefully. Angela just smiled at you taking a big bite of your burger.

"Thanks, sweetie!" She called out to you as you and Jack made your way out of the diner. He held the door open for you as you walked through.

You walked side by side back to the lab.

"I was thinking-"

"Don't hurt yourself," you teased.

He let out a breathy laugh, bumping your shoulder with his own. "You basically are spending every night at my place anyways, half your stuff is there already..." his voice trailed off, as he sneaked a glance at you. Both of you walking side by side.

You stopped walking, taking shelter from the sun under the awning of a nearby building.

"Jack?"

"What would you - how would you feel about moving in? With me?"

Your grew slack, your eyes searching his. He was more reserved and bashful than you could ever remember seeing him. They vulnerability clear on his face.

"Uh, you don't have to answer right away. In fact, you know you can just-"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Jack. I want to move in with you."

"Really? That- that's-"

You cut him off by kissing him. His right out reach out to cradle your head, while the other placed itself along your waist, his thumb grazing against you.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, both of you breathless.

"Hodgins?"

"Yeah?" He licked his lips, still holding you.

"Brennan's going to kill us if we don't get over there."

Jack let out a breathless laugh. Placing his arm over your shoulder you both began your walk back to the Jeffersonian. He placed a gentle kiss against your temple, already excitedly planning your next steps together.

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Closure

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Sometimes closure is all we need.

Warnings: mention of death

He's not gone, he's on the moon doing moon stuff <3

MASTERLIST

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"You should really visit him Y/N, he asked for you again."

"Not a chance Sam. You and Bucky might have forgiven him and moved past what he did but I'm not."

Y/N continued to clean up around her apartment while the super soilder and bird man, well, the new Captain America watched on as she worked.

"Doll, we don't know how much longer he has here and he'd really like to see you. Yes, what he did was wrong but please, go see him." Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N looked over at the both of them. On their way over to her place they had made a deal to not leave until she agreed to go visit her ex lover.

"Fine."

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"He's in here."

"Thank you."

Y/N looked at Steve through the little window on the door to his room, silently cursing at Sam and Bucky for even pushing her to do this. The man that was once trapped in a younger body now sat on the bed in a fragile, wrinkled body. Pushing the door open she entered, gaining the old man's attention.

"Y/N, you came."

"Steve."

His voice was much softer now than she had remembered. Standing at the foot of his bed, she stuffed her hands in her pockets with a hard look on her face. Steve was starting to lose hope that he'd ever see her again and he completely understood why she was so adamant against coming to visit him after two and a half months.

"How have you been?"

"Fine."

"Can you stop with the one worded responses please? I'm trying to have a conversation with you." Scoffing she moved over to the window, she couldn’t believe him.

"The one time you should have wanted to have a conversation with me, you didn't. Instead, you talked to Bucky about going back to her and passing down your shield. Tell me Steve, did you care about how I would've felt after all of that?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You got to live the life you always wanted with her and I'm not mad about that. I'm happy that you did but you could've told me."

"You're right, I should've told you before I even went to Bucky about it but I couldn't look you in the eyes while I ripped your heart to shreds. Could you sit down?" Steve faintly smiled as she sat down in the chair next to bedside.

"I was a coward for not ending us on a good note after so long."

"For three weeks I've been asking myself how could I have been an idiot for not seeing that you weren't happy in our relationship-"

"I was happy with you Y/N. Every moment that we shared, every minute that we spent side by side on the run after the accords, all of it. You are the best thing that happened in my life." Y/N cleared her throat looking away from him as her eyes glazed over with fresh tears.

"But when I saw Peggy that day we went back in time I- all my old feelings for her came back and I had so much that I wanted to say to her but I couldn't, I was only there to get the stone."

"So you made sure you were the one to return them all so you could change what happened, you took the chance."

"I did and it wasn't fair to you. I loved you then and I still love you now, that hasn't changed a bit but Peggy was the first woman who gave me the time of day." Steve began coughing and she got up to pour him a glass of water which he gladly took from her to have a few sips.

"Thank you."

"Was it worth it?"

"We had our dance so yes, I'd say it was." Steve fondly smiled at the memory of him and Peggy dancing away in the living room of their home.

"Good." Y/N wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks with the back of her hand and Steve's heart broke a little seeing just how much damage he'd done to her.

"Could you do me a favour?" He held out his shaky hand and she slipped hers in his. For a moment his blue eyes linked with hers as he spoke.

"Don't let this keep you from finding someone who truly deserves you. You love hard, you love generously, your heart is massive and pure. Being loved by you has been a privilege and I'm really sorry for taking advantage of that. I hope the next man that makes his way into your heart takes great care of you, cherishes you and loves you unconditionally because you deserve that and more." Steve meant every word, she's been through a lot but never once did the way she loved and cared for people change and that was one of the many reasons he feel head over heels in love with her for.

"I need you to promise me that you'll move on from this." She nodded but he wasn’t satisfied with her action alone.

"I need to hear you say the words sweetheart."

"I promise."

"Good. Also, look out for Bucky after I'm gone. He's having a hard time adjusting and..." Steve's words began to be slurred together and his breathing became more shallow than it already was.

"Steve?" Y/N could tell that something was wrong and moved to call one of the caregivers but he squeezed her hand with the remaining strength he had left in his frail body.

"I'll keep an eye on him. Hey.." Steve's eye lids became heavy with sleep, he needed to rest but he didn't want too just yet.

"I love you." Her lips trembled as more tears flowed from her eyes, he was slipping away and he was definitely fighting to stay awake.

"I know, I love you too. It's okay Steve, you could let go. We'd all be okay, your days for fighting are over." Steve took one last look at her through his hooded eyes before shutting his eyes.

Y/N stayed at his bedside holding onto his hand like her life depended on it. He was on his way out and she didn't plan on leaving him alone so she stayed. She fiddled with his fingers the way she used to when they were together, watching as he took a few more breaths before his last.

The glass he had in his free hand tumbled onto the floor shattering into pieces just like her heart in her chest.

He's gone.

Her body violently shook from the sobs that wrecked her. Her best friend and lover was now just a memory to keep with her for the rest of her life.

The caregivers that heard the glass fall onto the ground came rushing in to see what was going on only to see Y/N kissing his forehead before pressing hers against his.

"Goodbye Steve."

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Casino Party - Donquixote Doflamingo

Pairing - Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

Warnings - none! i mean, there's kinda suggestive stuff, but nothing mentioned intensely. if you've ever been to Las Vegas, it's kinda like that lmao

Word Count - 1,172

Notes - crocodile and doflamingo are casino dudes.

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

“You’ve told me a lot about Doflamingo, but I haven't actually met him, believe it or not.” Crocodile turned to her, shocked. “What?!” “Yeah. It's actually pretty weird,” she looked over her outfit, fixing her giant fur coat. “It's like I know every little thing about him, but I couldn't put a face to his name if you asked me to.” “Oh, believe me, you could.” Crocodile adjusted the collar of her coat and turned her towards the mirror.

“You look great.” “You think?” She ran her ring covered fingers over her waist and hips, feeling a little out of her comfort zone wearing something so… tight. “I do. But to be honest, I'm still baffled.” Crocodile helped lead her out of the room, towards a large boat that was to take them to their island getaway. “What? That I haven't met Doflamingo?” “Yes! I could've sworn I introduced the two of you.” “Nope! I don't even know what color hair he has.” “Now I'm all scared for you.” “Why?” “It's going to be your first time meeting him. I would've liked to have you meet him sooner, not at some party.” She sighed, already feeling her pearl necklace itching her collarbone. “Pray for me, Croc.” “I'm sure you’ll be fine. He just… has a little problem when he’s around everyone. His ego shoots up, like he’s better than everyone. And with you dressed like,” Crocodile looked at her dress and back at the ocean. “That. He might take it the wrong way.” “Take it the wrong way? How?” “Let's just say that he and I have been working in the casino business for a long time. We’ve seen a lot of different women in our lives. So make sure to stand your ground. Feel free to bring me in if need be.” “I'll be fine. You still treat me like a child, Croc. You don't have to act like my protective older brother all the time.” Crocodile giggled, grabbing a drink from someone who walked by. “I just get worried about you sometimes. Especially around someone like him.” “But Croc, I-” “I know, I know. You’re on your way to becoming a warlord too. I understand that you’re strong, and believe me, not a lot of things scare me when it comes to you. But Doflamingo? That guy scares the shit out of me.”

Crocodile set down his drink and took a puff of his cigar looking out at the ocean that was shimmering a dark blue, the moon reflecting in the ripples of the small waves. “We’re almost there. Are you ready?” She stretched, seeing an island up ahead with neon lights and spotlights shining to the stars. “You bet I am. And don't worry, Croc. If you need anything, I'll find you.” “You better.” She squeezed his hand, heading for the exit. “I will. Promise.”

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Her feet hurt like hell. Those heels were the worst idea she had yet. She needed to sit down. God, it hadn't even been an hour and her feet hurt and she already lost Crocodile. No matter. She would find Doflamingo. It was her goal, after all. She needed to put a face to that crazy name he had made for himself.

How did this place have no empty benches? Everywhere was full or nonexistent and she could just feel her feet developing blisters. “Screw it.” She found the emptiest place she could and took a seat on the ground. Whatever works. At least her feet weren't in misery anymore. Plus, it gave her a fun view. Girls running without shoes, the bottom of their feet stained black from the cigarette ash covered ground, laughing together. Drunk men trying to flirt with sober women who were just teasing them for the thrill of it. Couples making out left and right. It was a crazy party. She was a little frightened she might get stolen sitting on the floor like that, but there weren't too many people around, so she felt safe for the time being.

“Hey,” she looked up to find a tall man leaning over her, a giant smile on his face as a toothpick stuck out from his lips. “You okay down there, missy?” Women clung to his arms and she stood up in shock. This man was taller than Crocodile, and he was eight foot three! “I-I'm fine.” She took a step back as he looked at her with slight concern in his eyebrows. She couldn't tell what his eyes were saying, however, since they were covered by giant cateye glasses with pink lenses. It couldn't be…

“Is your name Doflamingo?!” She couldn't help it. It just slipped out. The man tilted his head and shooed away the women who were clinging to him. “How do you know my name?” He kneeled down to her level, which was a lot. He was so lanky, it took his full power just to get down to make eye contact with her. “I… uh… I'm a friend of Crocodile’s.” “Gator boy?!” The mood immediately changed as a bright smile appeared on his face as he flicked his toothpick away. “Well goddamn. You shoulda told me sooner, little lady. Just saw the bastard moments ago! So, you’re the little chick he always hangs around, huh? Nice to meetcha sweet pea.” He stuck out his hand, his long fingers encasing her entire hand as she shook it. “I hope this isn't weird to say,” Doflamingo put his hand on the small of her back, listening to every word she had to say as he led her away from the corner. “But I've heard a lot about you, Doflamingo.” “Is that so? Is Croc talkin’ about me?” “A lot actually.” “Of course he is, that son of a bitch. I've heard bits and pieces about you, but I wasn't expecting you to look like… this.” He looked at her, as if in awe. “Oh, stop.” She blushed, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Believe it or not,” she giggled, walking out to the courtyard with him. “You are exactly what I was imagining.” “I figured. I do give off ‘Doflamingo vibes’, don't I?” “Yeah. And it doesn't help that you wear that giant pink jacket.” “I suppose it doesn't.” He gave her a loving look as she sat on a swing that was hanging from a tree. “Who were those women you were with, Doflamingo?” Doflamingo blushed. “Uh. Not important. They’re no one. Uh… I was hoping you wouldn't ask that.” He nervously giggled, sitting on the ground next to her, but somehow being at her level. “Why not?” “I was hoping I could take you out on a date… but uh… that might’ve made me look pretty bad, huh?” She giggled, jumping off of the swing, sitting next to him on the grass. “We can go on a date. But those women won't be in the picture,” she looked into his eyes as his glasses fell, her eyes making him fall in love immediately. “Got it?”

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 15: The biggest secret of them all

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, brock rumlow & reader, Nick fury & alexander pierce, Friday & reader, Natasha romanoff & nick fury vs Alexander pierce, Steve rogers & natasha romanoff

Summary: Reader has a mission from the “Dead” Nick fury with a reveal Co author with: callikc

Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique Previous

Time was passing quicker and quicker lately.

The days became weeks and the weeks became months. It was hard to keep track with all the working you did.

Your current project was an updated gun made specially for the field commander of the STRIKE team. He was going on a special-ops mission with Agent Romanoff and Steve Rogers.

It looked like your run-of-the-mill machine gun, only you had added a special setting for stunning, meaning not every shot needed to be lethal if it didn't have to be. You carried this weapon throughout the SHIELD halls, finding Rumlow talking to some of his team.

"Rumlow." You called to get his attention.

He turned to face you. "Campbell."

"I've got the upgrades you wanted."

"Alright." He turned back to the team and said something you couldn't make out before walking over. "Thanks for this, Campbell."

"No problem, Striker." You handed him the gun. "Turn the dial to blue and bada-bing bada-boom, you got yourself a stun gun. Just turn it back for bullets."

"Got it. You know, you should join a few of these operations. We could use your brains in the field."

You scoffed. "No, thanks. I've had my fair share of the 'field'. The lab is where I belong."

As you grabbed your stuff and shut down the lab for the day, you noticed Agent Romanoff talking with Agent Barton. Even though both worked with your dad, you assumed they had no idea who you were and kept your head down to keep it that way. Your secret was becoming harder to contain, but you were managing.

You didn't catch a lot of their conversation, only something about the mission Natasha was going on with Steve and the STRIKE team. She sounded concerned.

The days were grueling in the warehouse.

You didn't know how much sleep you'd lost working on your new AI, but it was enough to wind up on a coffee shortage. In total, about four mugs were lined up at your workstation. But you were finally finished.

"How we looking, FRIDAY?" You asked aloud, kicking your feet up.

"Project: Ultron is fully functional, miss."

"Ah, look at me. Genius, I am."

"Very much so."

You smirked to yourself and turned down the music you were listening to - Ozzy's Bark At The Moon album - just as a loud telephone line began to ring in the warehouse.

"Incoming call from an encrypted line." FRIDAY said.

Your brows furrowed. "Can you decrypt it?"

A pause.

"I'm afraid not, miss."

"Alright." You sighed and answered whoever it was. "Look, if this is a scam call, shove it up your ass."

"Charmed, Campbell." An all too familiar voice said.

"Fury?" You questioned.

He didn't sound too good, his tone was lower than usual and there was a hint of pain in his voice.

"You good? You sound beat." You said.

"Look, we don't have much time. I need you to get Loki's scepter."

"Eh?" You sat up straight, even more confused. "What's going on?"

"SHIELD is compromised."

Your voice faltered. "What?"

You knew that despite reinventing your whole life, SHIELD archives probably held a sample of who you used to be. If it was compromised, that meant somebody could find out.

"It's HYDRA. Agent Sitwell and STRIKE, probably others. Don't trust anyone."

HYDRA...

"If you say so."

"Yeah, I do. Good luck out there."

You began to backtrack, heading back to your lab. That was all your work done now. Well, SHIELD work anyway. You still had a home project you were working on.

Ultron.

It was still locked away in your warehouse. It was done, it had been for months now, but just because something seemed finished, it didn't mean it couldn't be perfected. That was something you remembered your dad saying a couple times. It was one of the things that stuck with you.

You remembered finding your grandfather's journals and the way he talked about them... They ruined so many lives. You also thought back to the day where you flirted your way into getting the scepter off of Sitwell and cringed.

"How did this happen, Fury?"

"It doesn't matter. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff are being targeted, as am I, and maybe even you. It's the Winter Soldier."

You raised a brow. "The Winter who?"

"HYDRA's trained assassin. Look, just get the scepter before they do and wait for my instructions. Remember, don't trust anyone."

Before you could ask anything else, the line disconnected. You were left speechless, wondering how everything had gone wrong.

The scepter...

It was at the Triskelion in DC.

A multitude of thoughts were racing through your head. How did SHIELD become compromised? Was it really HYDRA? Was there an assassin possibly after you? Would you be able to get to DC in time? Was Fury okay?

You sighed. "Shit."

You stood from your chair, pacing a little as a plan quickly formed in your head. It wasn't much of a plan, but at least you had something. But, first, you needed to hide Ultron.

You went to the computers and compiled all the data files and algorithms onto one singular memory drive. Once that part was done, you took the drive and stashed it away in a hidden compartment for safe keeping. And, now that Ultron was safely packed away, you'd need a fast way to get to the capital.

And you knew just the car to take.

- You drove like a bat out of hell in order to get to the Triskelion in time.Things seemed so normal there it was actually disconcerting. The people were walking around as they chatted away, security seemed to be doing their jobs, no one looked suspicious at all. You got a few looks, especially since you hadn't been to the HQ in a few weeks, but thankfully you went mostly unnoticed and blended in with the other people. With Fury's call fresh in your mind, your paranoia was dialed up and even scanning your ID badge felt like a target was suddenly glowing on your back. You went straight to your lab there, trying to be as subtle as you could while also watching out for Sitwell and STRIKE. Once you were in, you immediately went to a locked storage unit at the back of the room and found all your weapons. A gun, a watch that shot sleep darts, smoke bombs, acid balls, and the pencil shocker you showed Harley to name a few. You equipped them all. "Okay..." You took a moment to breathe, realizing this next part would be the hardest. "He better be giving me a pay rise after this." You went over to your computer and decided to search for the level that contained Loki's scepter. After a bit of hacking here and deception there, you got into the highly classified files. Naturally, it needed a clearance level you didn't have. But that was easily remedied. You just reconstructed the circuits in your ID to recognize you as level 8 which was what was needed. It did take twenty minutes to figure out, but you got it regardless."Alright." You slowly nodded to yourself, placing the new badge around your neck. "Got weapons, hacked SHIELD, re-coded the badge. I guess it's scepter time." As you left, you noticed various boards on the walls depicting the countdown for the launch of Project Insight. You believed it was to help SHIELD eliminate threats to the population, but of course now it was probably something much darker. When you finally arrived at the labs and conned your way into the holding room, you were faced with three scientists, only ones that looked a lot meaner and more deadly than you did. Fury had warned you about this. You couldn't trust them. "How did you get in?" One asked. "Who are you?" Another asked right after. They had their hands reaching for weapons so you simply got their first, directing your gun at the meanest looking one. In retaliation, they revealed their own guns. "Put your toys down." You told them. "Call the guards." One scientist told his colleagues. But the second another went to move, you pulled the trigger on him and nailed the ground right in front of him. He yelled in surprise and quickly backed up before you could shoot him for real. Even you were surprised you actually did it. "That's a warning." You said, forcing yourself to remain calm. "Now step aside." With a worried glance, the three did as they were asked. You picked up a case hidden behind them, and, still on guard, you clicked it open. The scepter, in all its glowstick of destiny glory, was tucked inside. With a nod, you shut the case again and pointed your gun at the scientists again. They seemed too afraid to make a move. But before you could leave, the PA in the room suddenly crackled to life. "Attention all SHIELD agents, this is Steve Rogers." You stopped immediately to listen. "You've heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it's time you know the truth. SHIELD is not what we thought it was. It's been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The STRIKE and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, then so be it. But I'm willing to bet I'm not."

After the PA cut out, you felt something burn inside you. It was a sudden passion to defend and protect the world you knew, to take down HYDRA and help the captain stop their plan.

"Damn, he's good." You mumbled, slowly putting your gun down.

- Way above, completely unbeknownst to you, Pierce and Fury were having a chat of their own.As Natasha was overriding SHIELD data to expose HYDRA and the helicarriers steadily rose up in the background, she could hear the two discussing something very interesting. "Keeping secrets from me was not a wise thing to do." Fury was saying. "You would know all about secrets, wouldn't you?" Pierce replied. "But this infiltration wasn't all HYDRA had to hide." "Considering you're just about done, I don't think revealing any more secrets matters, do you?" "Trust me, you'll want to hear this one, Nick." The man smirked, seemingly proud of himself. "Do you remember Tony Stark's daughter?" Those in the room went dead silent. "She's missing." Fury stated. "Most likely dead." "You and I both know that's a lie." Pierce said."Do we?" "We do. You see, I had a friend a long time ago named Obadiah Stane. He was a good man, strong and loyal to HYDRA. He told me all about her once she discovered the plan to kill Tony in Afghanistan. You wanna know the biggest secret of them all?"

A few floors below, you were watching pure chaos unfold in the Triskelion.

Steve's speech had genuinely inspired you. It made you realize that you were done hiding. For too many years you'd hidden in the shadows and pretended to be someone you weren't. For too many years you'd been afraid to face the truth and embrace who you were. For too many years the world had known the wrong you. It was time to correct that.

It was time to let them know just who in the hell they were really dealing with. "FRIDAY, hack the comms." You instructed. "Give them a visual." "Yes, miss." She replied, doing exactly as you asked. It took a minute to gain the entire building in your control, but eventually you assured that every speaker in the Triskelion and every screen displayed your voice and image. For the first time in years, people were about to see the real you. You started with a clap. "Thank you, Captain America, for that inspiring speech of yours." You said with a smile. "It made me not want to run like a scared little chicken. Again, thank you!" You took a deep breath before going on. "So, I know it's scary being held hostage by these guys, but I know they don't want to kill you. Not yet anyway. Because I have something a little better. Something that you've all been missing." You opened the case in your hands and revealed the scepter to the camera. "Loki's staff. I know you bitches have been missing this since... Well, since I stole it from one of your agents so long ago. I stole it and I kept it safe. Now who am I you may ask. I know the people who pass by and talk to me from time to time know me as Ellen Campbell or the engineer chick who made this and that but, to tell you the truth, I'm not who you think I am. Still holding the scepter with one hand, you used your other to remove your hood and the wig you were wearing, revealing your natural hair and true face. "My real name is (Y/n) Stark, missing daughter of Tony Stark and the heir to Stark Industries. Hell, call me the Princess of SHIELD. I have been hiding for six years, and I know you shittt little HYDRA agents were ordered by Obadiah Stane to put a hit on me, so let's get straight to the point. I don't have a bow and arrow like Hawkeye. I'm not a super soldier like Captain America. I don't have a badass fighting style like Black Widow. I'm not a god like Thor. I don't change into a cool green rage monster like Hulk. And I don't have a suit of armor like my dad. But, since you know who I am... Come find me and the staff, you Nazi wannabes."

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark & daughter! reader #tony stark #ironman #nick fury #alexander pierce #brock rumlow #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve rogers #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

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▹𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↳𝑨𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 [𝒀/𝑵] 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [ Unavailable ]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐒:

↳𝑨𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

▹𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕? 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑷 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑾 >:)

↳ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝑽𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘/ 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒔𝒅𝒋𝒇𝒉𝒈𝒊𝒋.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒:

↳[𝒀/𝑵]'𝒔 𝒂 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓!

↳❝ˏˋ𝓢𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽ˊˎ❞—💌

→❝ˏˋ[𝐘/𝐍]'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐕ˊˎ❞—⛸️

An exhausted sigh left [Y/N]'s mouth, shoulders slumped as her body started to ache from school as a whole.

She looked off into the distance as she skimmed over the assignments she plan to do once she get home, checking her phone to make sure every assignment is written down on her notes app before it clicked.

She wanted them to be finished or pending once your at home. Once.

A mischievous grin pulls on her mouth before a scary glint in her eyes sparked.

"I suppose a little skating won't cost me~." She excitedly purred to herself before eagerly stuffing her phone in her bag and heading home. 'It's okay if I let this one slide first. Besides, school's giving us too much workload this week. Wonder what's up with that though.' She wondered, wincing at the thought of your workload.

She shook your head, a cheerful delight took over her demeanor.

Turning away from her shoes, she moved her legs swiftly up the flight of stairs to her room. Setting her bag next to her door, she took out some things before carrying them to her bed.

Grabbing her skates from the wall, she stuff them in a nearby duffle bag before grabbing her phone, pen, and notepad from her bed.

Locking her door, she change her clothes to those more to her taste.

Don't get me wrong, her school uniform was a BANGER but it wasn't really her taste.

A loose white button up with extra fabric covering her bust, giving her overall silhouette a flowy look. A large black bow acts as her tie as it loosely hangs from under her collar. Holding her top tight; a black skirt is firmly wrapped in the middle of her stomach, as the contrast of the white and black give her a striking presence. Her skirt was long so she did not worry about it rising, though she still wore shorts underneath.

↳ ❝Outfit of choice.❞

The frills at the end of her sleeves led her to a vivid image of herself spinning, the frills following her like how the ocean waves follows the moon's demands.

Such fantasies she wish she could see for herself.

She snapped from her wishes once more before a dull face leaked onto hers. Putting her skates and duffle bag over her shoulders, she left her home for the nearest ice rink.

It wasn't really near to her house but she paid no mind. Afterall, she has been skating since she was young so, her breath and legs were strong enough.

Finally, with a last huff, she arrived in front of the building.

The cold wind and feel of ice welcomed her warmed face, sweat clinging close to her even though she has yet to start.

She dragged herself to a near by bench, saying hello to the worker who stood by. She was a frequent guest in that rink, so she was very familiar with the people she sees working there day by day.

With a smile, she placed her stuff on the bench and bringing out her phone and earphones.

Scrolling through her music as she watched in boredom. Her eyes sparked with a glint of inspiration. It was a trending song that suddenly popped out of the blue. A soft melody of either love or healing heartbreak.

Men I Trust - Show Me How ↳ ❝it's so soft Im gonna cry. I recommend listening to it while reading (on loop)!❞

With an eager tap, the earphones blasted the music in them.

Slipping in her foot into the skates, moving close to the entrance to the rink, she removed the guards and placed it on the side next to her phone.

She stood in the center, eyes closed as her arms and legs naturally struck an elegant pose, rewinding the music before waiting for the music to hit its beat.

Skating around the rink, trailing her arms behind her. A serene yet painful look dripped onto [Y/N]'s face, looking at her gentle hands flowing like liquid.

→❝ˏˋ𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐕ˊˎ❞—🎤

A hefty groan left Akito's exhausted figure.

Walking aimlessly as he passed by shops and things alike, before a short hum escaped his lips as he noticed a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He walked back to the front of the building to see an ice skating rink.

He remembered Ena bringing him here, to take pictures of course.

He genuinely wanted to try but Ena butted in for aesthetic photos. He stood still for a moment before deciding to go in and eventually going into the room of the rink. His eyes stared at the figure in the rink, wide with awe as his mouth was agape. It was [Y/N].

It was Ena's fellow member, a friend.

She always came by to hang out with Ena, be it for their group or school. Sometimes, they'd talk to each other if Ena decides to take longer.

A warm feeling grew in his chest.

"Tell me why... Your hands.. Are cold?"

As those words meekly left [Y/N]'s mouth, her pose led her to face him. A hand extended to him as the other rested on her chest. The serene look was whipped off as shock crossed her face. "Huh..?" she gasped. Standing straight before running her hand through her hair. "A-Akito! Hah, I didn't expect you to be here." she nervously conversed, skating towards him till her hands reached for the short walls.

"Y-yeah, I uhm, wanted to try skating."

Akito responded, fighting for his life to keep his aloofness, a tint of pink finding its way on his cheeks.

As quickly as it came, [Y/N]'s embarrassment ran away as simple astonishment took over. "Oh! You could've just messaged me. I would've brought you along!" she exclaimed as a warm smile came to her lips.

"O-ok.." Akito muttered in return. Making his way to the small opening for the rink. 'Shit..! I don't know how to skate.' he panicked as he held onto the short walls hard.

"..? You can step in the rink you know."

[Y/N] lightly teased as her eyes turned to an upward crescent with a small of her fingertips blocking her sly smile. Holding onto the same wall Akito held, she skated closer to him and offered her hand to him. "Here, take my hand."

'Shit.' A painful blush crept up Akito's cheeks before taking her hand.

A warm smile enveloped [Y/N]'s features, pulling him around as she skated backwards to face said teen. As her eyes landed on his own, his legs gave out. A face of utter defeat replaced Akito's flushed look, preparing for the feel of cold ice.

Akito opened his eyes slightly as curiosity took over, why is it so warm? Isn't he supposed to be face-flat on the ice?

A warm chuckle came from beneath him.

"You sure you can skate? I mean I don't mind teaching you or anything." [Y/N] lightly teased as she held onto him tightly.

Akito's eyes opened full as his eyes landed on the small figure holding him close. Her arms firmly wrapped around his body as her legs are firmly planted on the ground to hold both their weight.

In the end, Akito was able to have a little fun.

From that day onward, he couldn't shake off this warm feeling whenever he stood close to her.

#akito shinonome #shinonome akito x reader #prosekai #project sekai x reader #female reader #x reader #ice skating #oneshot #fluff

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Two Sides of The Same Coin

Note: Just little explanation before we are going to action part. I made up some stuff and it somehow doesn’t make any sense in my head, but we love artistic liberty, don’t we?

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Chapter 9: Dot the i’s and cross the t’s

I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning. I’m still amazed about the fact that I can wake up without the help of annoying sound from my alarm clock. It’s either because my body already make the pattern for me waking up every weekdays or because Jake is sleeping in my place and I didn’t want to bother him with my annoying alarm.

Weirdly enough, I did already clean up my flat, wash and dry my clothes and Jake’s, take a shower, and brew some coffee which is I only managed to finish all of those tasks inside my head. What an improvement. I kind of wonder what motivates me to be so this diligent in the morning which is once in a blue moon kind of event that rarely happens in my life before.

“Mmh,” Jake moves a little.

Yeah, this is what motivates me.

It is already half past 8 and I’ve been sitting and staring at Jake who is lying in front of me for like an hour, he is sleeping on his stomach with both of his arms are wrapping and embracing beneath my favourite pillow. His massive figure is invaded whole side of my bed but I don’t complain, while his face is so peaceful and it lures me to take dozen pictures of him sleeping like that. But I didn’t do it. Instead, I’m watching every feature on his face, caressing his hair, stroking his spine, keeping all of these moments in the folder that named ‘Precious Treasure’ inside my brain.

“MC,” he calls me. Half-asleep. With both of his eyes still close.

“Jake,” I call his name too. Smile shyly. Blush a little. Hearing his deep and husky voice calling my name first thing in the morning when he’s half-awake make my heart skips a beat.

He rolls onto his back and slowly gets up. While sitting down, he rubs his eyes with the back of his fist and stretch up his arms. I hold my breath. “Good morning,” his sleepy smile greets me.

God, he is so adorable but also hot. How can someone be so contradictorily attractive like this?

“Good morning.” I smile widely, still enjoying the view in front of me.

“What time is it?” he asks, blinking several times before looking at me.

“Almost 8,” I choose to sit beside him and ruffle his fluffy morning hair. “You slept like a baby so I didn’t want to wake you up,” I explain which is true because Jake slept so deeply and peacefully as if he is a born baby that just come out from womb and rest on his mother’s arms. You clearly don’t want to bother that baby, do you?

“I see,” he nods in approval. “I have never slept that well in years,” he explains softly.

“How does it feel?”

“Feels like home.”

I blush. Try so hard to ease my ego that boost up because of his words, try so damn hard to calm my heart that almost exploded because of the soft smile that forms on his face or even his alluring gaze that makes me hold my breath again. “It’s not fair,” I quickly change the subject, try to not stutter. “You slept whole morning even though I did almost all of the work last night.”

He chuckles. “You little… come here.” Then he reaches my wrist and pulls me closer, brings me to his bare chest and embraces me tight.

I rest my head on the crook of his neck with my arms around his back, tracing onto his skin. The scent of him that is filling me makes me serene as I close my eyes and feel the warmth of him that invades me. He is truly my home.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?��

And my home, my comfortable and safe home, just remind me that I have work to do which now in 10 minutes it will be 8 and I’m still here… in my bath gown, clutching onto his toned body for expecting more warmth, feeling nothing but staying here for all day. “I am,” I sigh; not wanting to move for an inch in hoping that Jake won’t pull away, which is, annoyingly he did.

“But?” he looks at me; patiently waiting why I am still here in the need of cuddling him, rather than being drowned with pile up of articles that I need to read and edit.

“But.” I exhale sharply. But I don’t want to when I finally have you in my arms, on my bed, inside my place, after years. I have been waiting for this moment and it’s finally happening. But then I have to give up this domestic-adorable-moment-first-morning-after-sleeping-together kind of troupe because we are living in the capitalism world and we are separated because I need to pay my bills. “But I’m afraid you won’t have breakfast. Go take shower, I already prepared new toothbrush. The red one. And your clean clothes on top of the coffee table. I will get change soon.”

I immediately go to the small room which I crafted to be my dressing room where I put my clothes and shoes and bags. Luckily, I already prepared my outfits for today so I don’t have to waste more time. But I still stand still, watching my figure in the reflection that is now wrapped in only bra and panties. I really don’t want to work today.

So instead of wearing linen shirt and a pair of paper-bag trousers that I already prepared, I’m wearing my oversized shirt and short pants. I quickly grab my phone from my purse and start typing a lie, an excuse, a deceit, a fraud. After all, it’s my first absence after working in Racounter for year and half. It won’t cause pretty big harm in the environment. I hope.

“You are not going to work?”

My eyes shift from my phone screen to Jake who is now standing across me, with damp hair and unfortunately clothes on. I bite my lower lip nervously, avert my gaze from him, “I’m not in the mood for working.”

He walks slowly toward me then put his big hand against my forehead, I flush. “Are you okay?”

I look up to stare at him, feeling his figure that towering over me invaded me and I feel nothing but safe. I nod my head slightly, still enjoying the warmth that he delivers through his palm. “I’m good,” I say it again, feeling like Jake didn’t quite catch my nod.

His hand is still there, on my forehead, while he is making that ‘you look okay but I still want to make sure’ kind of face. “Really?” he lifts one brow.

“Yup. Really.”

His hand then moves from my forehead then to the back side of my head, stroking my hair gently. He is staring at me for a while before plant a peck on my forehead. “Good,” he says in completely relief tone. “I thought I hurt you somehow.”

“Why did you think that?” I laugh, slipping my arm on his arm and clutching onto him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I thought I was kind of rough last night.”

My heart beats even faster and my cheeks are warm all of sudden, until at first I believe I’m really sick and not just faking it. But of course no, it’s just my body reaction that suddenly remembers about what happened last night. And to answer that, no… Jake is far away from rough. He is such a gentle and good and sweet, he is very far away from that as if it’s such an impossible seeing the word of rough and Jake is next to each other. “No, not at all.” I release my arm from him and make him coffee. “You were such a gentleman, which is I’m surprised after hearing the last time you did it was… 10?”

He nods, taking the coffee that I already poured into his mug. He takes a sip before answer me, “10 years, yeah.”

“Right. After hearing that, no doubt that I was kind of terrified since it’s such a pretty long time,” I sip my own coffee, recalling the small talk between thrust from last night. “I thought that I need to handle a wild beast.”

He chuckles, “you little—”

“But apart from that, you did really hurt me though.”

His smile faints, studying my expression if I was joking or being serious. “MC—”

“Jake,” I put away my coffee. “Can we talk about the reason why you left me?”

There is silence between us, his expression is quite unreadable and the mug around his grips looks like it can scream; asking for help to be released from his fist. “MC.” He stands up from the dining chair and walks toward me; closing the gap and once again, invading my personal space which is I never hate it when it comes from him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What can I do to make it better, to make you better?” he takes my hand and put it between his big and warm hands.

“Continue the conversation from yesterday,” I say calmly. “You promised me.”

He inhales deeply and exhales sharply; his shoulders drop as if there is this huge weigh fall down on him. “Of course,” he closes his eyes and rubs the back of his neck while another hand still holding me tightly. “You deserve it after all.”

I nod, waiting patiently for him to continue.

Jake opens his eyes and his gaze on me is like when my parents told me they are going to get divorce, or when my mom is going to marry again, or when my dad said he cannot go to my graduation. My body stiffens.

“Come here,” he pulls me gently to the sofa and makes me sit down next to him. “Okay, where should we start?”

“The day you left me,” I say. There is a sting inside my chest.

“The day I—” he swallows hard. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath, squeezing my hand not too hard and not too soft. “When I was in the mine, I barely managed to escape. The fire was too rapid and disastrous. The way-out seemed unattainable. I was in bad luck that day.”

I clench my jaw, squeeze his hand around me. I understand what he meant by ‘bad luck’ is. I have noticed, shit… I have noticed some scars on his back but I didn’t realise. “The scars on your back,” I whisper painfully. “I’m sorry… it should be me.”

“Hey.” His fingers brush my face, his warm smile hurts me. “Did you forget that I would never allow you to put yourself in danger? I have made the decision to protect you at any cost. Even if you were there with me, I would do anything to forbid you join me.”

“What would you do, if I was there and ruining you plan?”

“Hmm,” he leans on to the sofa with his gaze is still on me. “I probably instruct you to do something which not in any way related with the plan, but I insist that it’s important just to keep you safe.”

I chuckle, didn’t realise my eyes are teary and it makes me drop single tear brushes my cheek. He notices that and gently wipes it with his thumb. “Which is unlikely since you are annoyingly quite observant. You will know when I hide something, you always know.”

“That’s what you got me for,” I smile. “Then, how could you get out?”

“Just when I thought I ran out of luck, while I kept walking and trying to find way out, I found this secret passage that weirdly not showing up in my maps.” His voice sounds so far as his eyes are looking somewhere else, over my shoulder or something. I’m not quite sure. “I managed to get out, thankfully. But there was an agent that unfortunately there and he saw me when I was just trying to get out from the mine.”

He clenches his jaw, his body is tense, but his thumb on my wrist is still gently caressing. “We fought and I managed to take his gun. But my back ached because of the burn and I suffocated because of the smoke. I barely processed everything…” he trails off. “I thought I will not be able to see you again.”

I bite my lower lip, trying so hard to not burst any tears. “But you managed,” I say quietly, trying so hard to not choke. But my voice sounds weird and it feels like there is some gravel in my throat.

“But I managed,” he presses his lips against my forehead. “Hannes luckily there to save me, if it wasn’t because of him, I don’t know anymore.”

“Hannes?” I’m puzzled, never heard about that name before.

“The guy you saw in the restaurant,” he says. “Oh and you might see him in the motel as well.”

“Your mom’s friend?” I frown, still not getting any clear with this. “Wait, who did I see in the motel? I only saw Athena though.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “You didn’t realise. The receptionist yesterday was him. He keep praising himself about how he is good con-artist, he might be more arrogant after seeing your expression.”

“What? The motel from yesterday… is that his building too?”

He shakes head. “No, an old lady is running the building but he applied for the job there—just another part of the plan.”

“The restaurant, is that part of the plan too?”

“No, it’s really his family restaurant that he inherited.”

My mouth escapes a soft “oh” as I keep nodding with every explanation that Jake just said. It’s just the tip of iceberg that I want to dive inside Jake’s little secret. “Then, how could this Hannes found when you were in the mine?”

“When I was on my way to the mine, I told you that I have been on the run for four years. Remember?”

I nod.

“I lost everything in a single night. My home. My identity. Every single person in my life. There was nobody I could trust and I did not want to. I cut off my interaction with everyone that I know. But…” he clenches his jaw. “But that night when I was about to the mine, I was kind of scared with what will I face that time.” He scoffs, feeling humiliated with the fact that he also could feel fear. “Then I contacted Hannes, tell him everything in one message. Hannah’s story, our relation, and even my location… I was hoping if he could lend some hands.”

“Where was he before?”

“He was in the Canice Hill, on his way to Duskwood.” I cannot help myself but gasp, feeling surprised. He notices it and smiles. “I know. I also surprised. But then, apparently my mother told him about everything in her life when she was alive, especially the fact that he also know about Donfort’s family and the relation we have with them.”

“What did he have in Duskwood? Why did he go there?”

“He said that he always look for me since I was on the run. But he didn’t find any trace about me, so he changed his plan and went looking over Donfort family, which he found out that Hannah already missing for few days. He was kind of father figure in my life. He is always there. He taught me how to shave, talk to a girl, and assemble a simple computer. He taught everything about life, about everything.”

I bite inside of my cheeks, feeling complicated over the fact that Hannes is replacing Jake’s real father’s figure; the empty room that’s supposed to be filled by Mister Donfort, now it’s filled because of someone else. Frustration? Pity? Rage? I don’t know, but for now I’m thankful with Hannes’s figure in Jake’s life.

“I was lucky, because of him.” He strokes my hair gently.

I hum in approval; I need to send my gratitude to this old man. “Was it Hannes who took care of you all this time?”

“Yes.” He nods. “After that, he asked me to join him so we can have each other’s back. I owe him and don’t have any chance to repay it back yet, that’s why I choose to join until now.”

“Did he ask you to cut the contact with me too?”

“No,” he sighs. “It was me. I decided to do that because…” he opens his mouth but there is no word coming out there. He straightens his sitting position and his gaze occupies me. He wets his lips before continue to speak, “I was afraid, MC. I was scared to the death if I pull you into something that will harm you and I wasn’t capable to be there and take care of you. It drives me mad. You are always my priority. Your safety is what I’m wishing for and I will do anything if that means to keep you away from me. But I have realised now that I couldn’t do it. It feels like no matter how much I’m trying to evade, every road I take always lead me to you.” He rubs my hand and plays with my fingers; his gaze never escapes from me. “I’m really sorry. Tell me, what should I do for you to forgive me?”

Wow. My brain cannot even process about what kind of response that I should give to him since it’s not working properly anymore with the amount of sincerity Jake pour on his words. I have noticed that Jake is such an alpha male, the protective side of him and how he is way more relaxed when he is in charge of the situation, when everything is under his control. It’s on his DNA and he cannot help it. But I wonder did Hannes teach Jake how to speak with woman this good or is it just Jake’s pure talent?

“I always thought that you left because of my safety,” I say quietly as if I’m scared the wall will hear me. “But it’s a lie if I said it didn’t hurt. It just felt like it is unfair when I always put you into danger while I’m living my life blaming you while you are struggling like this. So, Jake… will you forgive me?”

His eyes sparkle and his shoulders weren’t tensed anymore as if the burdens there already disappeared. He smiles then lean closer, stealing a ton of light kisses from my lips. It makes me giggling till I need to cover his mouth with my hand. “How old are you actually?”

That’s too sudden, I know. I cannot help but asking. I know too little about him.

His brows furrow as he didn’t expect my question, but he still answer calmly. “Twenty-nine.”

My eyes widen, that’s unexpected. I never have any assumption about his age; is he younger, older, or same age with me? The thought of his age never cross in my mind. But hearing the exact number of how old is he still giving me confusion. “Wow. I’m still twenty-five.”

“Still?” he chuckles. “Why did you ask? Having problem being involved with older guy?”

What did he just say? I look at him, bewildered. “Did you mean that… we are dating?”

“I’m yours, aren’t I?”

I bite my lower lip, preventing myself to not smile from ear to ear. “Yup. You are attached with me, sir.”

He leans again and makes me laying my head on the armrest, kisses me, this time it’s more passionate. This is a great temptation, but I am trained to be great journalist, I need to hold it little longer. As I push Jake gently, breaking our kisses, I can see his expression is showing that he’s disappointed. How adorable. “I still have questions,” I grin.

“Okay.” He sighs, trying to sit in the good posture as he puts my legs on his lap.

“Is Jake your real name?” I poke his belly.

“Of course,” he draws circle on my thigh. “Is MC your real name?”

“Of course,” I chuckle. “Why did you give me your real name back then? Aren’t you supposed to hide your identity?”

“I felt bad to put you, the random stranger, into the bizarre situation of Hannah’s disappearance. Telling you my real name is what makes me feel better. And my name is really common, so I don’t mind about it.”

“Why Orion?” I ask, intrigued with the story behind it.

“I used to be alone all the time, that’s why pseudonym and such things, I don’t really need that. But now I’m joining Hannes, then I need to find something like code name. I was clueless. I really couldn’t come up with anything. Then Athena just joked around like, ‘why not Orion? He was great hunter and a beautiful constellation’ such things. All of them agree, I just follow the majority since I really couldn’t think about anything else.”

Knowing his code name is chosen by Athena makes me little bit jealous. How immature of me. “Yeah, the constellation is clear and so beautiful. But Orion himself wasn’t good person.” I shrug, talking as if I have known the Greek hunter for so long. “I have read somewhere that he had so many affairs.”

“Then I should change it,” he smiles. “Tell me when you have an idea in mind.”

“I never say you need to change it,” I frown.

“But you look you don’t like it either.”

My hands reach his shoulders and pull him closer to me, making him to be on top of me as he presses his body against me. He grins as I pull him then his lips trace my temple then to my neck, and to my collarbone. I can smell the scent of my floral shampoo through his hair, never I been grateful with that shampoo in my life.

“Jake,” I call his name between my heavy breaths.

“Hmm?” he hums, still busy giving mark on his land.

“The language that you used back then in the restaurant with Hannes,” I play with his hair. “Was it Deutsch?”

“Correct,” he smooches below my ear.

“So, you are German?”

“I am,” he smooches again.

“Can you say something to me in Deutsch?”

He looks up, staring at me who is now beaming full of hope. It takes short pause before he is smiling at me then pokes my nose with his finger. “Wenn ich trotzdem weiß, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen,” he says then lean closer to kiss my forehead. His voice is much richer and deeper from his usual voice. “Dich habe ich lieben können, dich allein unter den Frauen.” He sends a tiny peck to my nose. “Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet.” He caresses my cheek as he looks at me. “Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wüste, den blühenden Baum in einer Wildnis.” Then he lays his lips and kisses me deeply.

I have no idea what the hell Jake has said to me, I thought he will just say Ich liebe dich or another simple phrase that saying he loves me. But this whole level of paragraph that makes his eyes gleams and shines on me, it gives me a hundred shades of red colour over my skin.

I wrap my hands on his neck while his hand is slipping on my shirt and stroking my waist. The kiss is soft and gentle as if he wants to deliver his feeling to me and I gladly receive it. I have no idea about what he said earlier, but the way he expressed it already managed to grow spring inside me.

Just after I put my legs around Jake’s waist, I can hear the vibration across from us who are lying on the sofa. I guess it’s coming from Jake’s phone. I abruptly break the kiss and stroke his cheek. “I think it’s coming from your phone.”

“If you excuse me,” he says while he’s about to stand up from his position as I immediately let go off my arms and legs from him. After checking the screen, he immediately picks up the phone call. With his back is facing on me, he answer the phone call with short replies such as yes, okay, I know, I’ll be there, as if to make people who overhear couldn’t catch the thing they are talking.

I sit up while hugging my knees, my eyes not leaving him as I try to listen and observe him. I wonder what it is about. As the phone call is over, he put his phone inside his pocket then turns at me. He walks toward me and kneel down, making our eyes in the same level. “So it seems that I have some tasks to do. I have to leave.”

“May I know what is this about?” I try to find the answer from his eyes.

“Once the right time has come,” he stands up and kisses the top of my head. “I will write to you when I have the chance, okay?” he takes his stuffs and walk to the front door. His hand already pulls the door knob and opens it; but he still stands in the door frame, not walking away. “Okay?”

I give him my comforting smile, knowing he won’t leave without hearing my response gives me butterfly inside my belly. “Okay. Just be careful.”

“I will, love.”

And that’s how he left; leaving the empty space between my ribs, presenting me in absolute astonishment with the fact that Jake just called me with petname.

Wenn ich trotzdem weiß, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen. Dich habe ich lieben können, dich allein unter den Frauen. Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet. Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wüste, den blühenden Baum in einer Wildnis. If I still know what love is, it is because of you. I have been able to love you, you alone among women. You cannot fathom what that means. It means the spring in a desert, the blossoming tree in a wilderness.

Note: The German words that Jake said is poem from Hermann Hesse with little bit of change.

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