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astolary · 10 months

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"𝐌𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 ."

( Synopsis ) What I see the genshin characters saying after "My, my" because I think it's so attractive for some reason.

( Author's Note ) I wasn't able to update as much as I wanted to this summer, but let's just say I got injured 🫠 Have some fluff ehe

( Pairings ) Established Relationship. Separate! Albedo, Ayaka, Candace, Heizou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, and Yelan x GN! Reader

( Content Warnings ) Slightly suggestive. Use of pet names. Flirting. Wanderer uses foul language. Reader wearing makeup.

( Word Count ) 2.7k+ words, 200 to 300 words per character // NOT EDITED!

"My, my, your shyness is quite, adorable..." ALBEDO would hover his lips over yours, cupping your cheek against his palm. He whispers slyly, using the smug tone he knows you adore.

His heart would fly as he watches you clutch the hems of his coat. "What's on your mind?" He asked you, voice all breathy and eyes half-lidded.

You barely registered the movement of Albedo's arm pulling you closer to him. All you could focus on was the way his eyes reserved an overwhelming amount of affection for you; the smirk crawling on his face when he knew he managed to pull off a successful surprise—

—the aggressive valberry pink and mint blue paint that stuck out on his face like a sore thumb; alongside Klee's giggles carried by the wind in the background.

"I knew making paint bombs with the two of you would be a mistake." You managed to stammer out. Albedo leaned his forehead against yours and laughed lightly. Precious.

"Big brother! Big sibling! Let's make more paint bombs!" Klee rushed to another room, presumably to get more paint.

Once Klee was out of sight, Albedo softly rubbed off the paint off your cheeks. "You have something over here..." He mumbled.

"And you have something everywhere." You chuckled, reaching over to his hair that somehow got stained with green paint.

Albedo watched you close your eyes to kiss him, his hand automatically reaching to the back of your head to kiss you deeper—

—his puckered lips landed on nothing. Thin air. "No flirting in front of kids." Your head rested on his shoulder.

Albedo will find a way to kiss you, somehow.

"My, my! You're quite graceful." AYAKA spoke with awe.

"I stepped on your foot plenty of times though..." You trailed off, your face making a disgruntled expression when you saw a bruise forming on top of her foot.

"Hm? What do you mean? You never stepped on my foot even once." Ayaka placed her hands on your shoulders. "Now, relax your shoulders. Chin up, dear."

You followed her instructions, Ayaka cutely clapping in the background when you pulled it off successfully. "Yes! Great job!"

"Now move your arm around my waist, and I'll rest mine like this..." Ayaka demonstrated her instructions.

"Are you sure I should come to this banquet? I can barely follow your movement when we spar, much less when you dance. How can I learn how to waltz when I can barely do the previous two?"

Ayaka frowned at your lack of self-confidence. She lowered both your arms as you both stood in silence.

You were always the one who dispelled her worries when she was overthinking. You were always there to support her decisions and give your opinions about them, knowing she values the perspectives of others. You were always there to give her boosts of support when she was worried about being too uptight with the Traveler and Paimon; too formal and stiff with Thoma; or too shy to invite her brother to Komore Teahouse.

It's her turn now. This time Ayaka will do her best to become a pillar of support for you.

You yelped when Ayaka pulled you into a tight embrace. "A-Ayaka?"

Your voice quieted down when you saw the look in her eyes. "Yes, I'm sure you should come to the banquet! Unless, you don't want to, I can go by myself. We can just learn how to waltz for fun." She reassured you. Ayaka quickly picked up your hand so that both your arms were raised in the air.

"This will be exciting. Trust me."

Your face heated up. How can you not try for her?

"My, my... this is why I told you to be careful." CANDACE gently reprimanded you. The children just a few steps behind you celebrated another victory of "defeating the almighty adventurer in a race to success."

"Ack! Ugh, is that... it's Celestia! Is that a beautiful guardian I see that will guide me to my eternal rest?" You collapsed from sheer exhaustion—which was just falling into Candace arms as she shook her head fondly— further encouraging the children to run off and brag to their parents.

"You're great with kids." Candace whispered into your ears, lowering both of you onto the sand.

"Actually," You started. Candace lips curved into a smile. "They are devils. One of them was about to cry when I ran ahead of them by an inch. An inch."

Adoration crept onto her skin while watching you ramble on and on.

There was never a day where you reminded her how she was both the sun and moon. Spreading warmth and resurfacing the happiest memories; becoming a guiding light during the darkest times and representing hope like a shining beacon.

But to Candace, you were the sunrise and sunset. Fleeting moments that connected time and wind. Foremost, was the Guardian of Aaru village— but above that she was your Guardian. She promises to cherish you and cherish you and cherish you and cherish you—

"—obviously I'll feel guilty if I make a kid cry." You finished. You glanced up only to see Candace spacing out. "Uhm, you there?"

"Hm? Ah, p-pardon me."

Now if only there was a way she could picture your cute expression once you started accusing her of spacing out.

"My, my~ I knew my charms would make you all cute like this." HEIZOU would melt his body against yours, pecking your neck with satisfaction. Heizou's eyes would naturally close after hearing your bashful chuckles, his demeanour relaxing.

Languidly, his head would fall to your chest, trying to match the steady beats of your heart. (Quite foolish for the Shikanoin Heizou, but can you really accuse him when you're acting so squishable like this?)

He lazily threw one arm over your waist, attempting to bring you closer to him. You lifted his arm in the air in return and instead slung your leg over his body— dropping his arm back onto your thigh.

Heizou cheekily squeezed your thigh and chuckled when you hit his chest. "Heizou!"

"Yes?"

"You're usually touchy today." You couldn't help but comment.

"Could you really blame me?" He mused, charmingly raising one eyebrow.

You scrunched your nose in annoyance, pinching the side of his torso. A sense of satisfaction filled you after hearing him yelp.

"What was that for?"

"I love you~"

"That doesn't answer my question." Heizou hugged you tightly.

You didn't answer, only laughing airily.

Your hair was all over the place despite staying curled up in his arms the whole evening. Heizou was pretty sure he saw drool fall on the side of your mouth, but you're still such a beauty.

A lot of people claimed that you were lucky to have Heizou as your lover. But he knew better.

Heizou was, if not, the luckiest person in the entire universe to have you as his significant other.

"My, my... Who knew you had this fighting spirit in you?" KAEYA heaved his chest for breath. His back landed on the rough surface of the training grounds, some stray blades of grass tickling his cheek. "This is, quite surprising..."

You pointed your weapon towards him in triumph, beads of sweat rolling down the side of your face and neck. "Yield." A charming smile appeared on your face.

Kaeya subtly shivered from the cold his vision emitted. "Oh, you're still up for another round of our evening spars?" You teased.

The Calvary Captain's eyes soften. Your usual humble self, now standing proud and confident under the moonlight. Beams of Teyvat's moon filtered through the crevices and gaps of Mondstadt's walls, giving him a perfect view of you under the spotlight.

He closed his eyes in satisfaction. "I yield. I yield." He patted your leg.

You lowered your weapon beside him with a thud, and slowly sat down beside him. "Something on your mind?"

Then, he opened his eyes. He struggled to accept the soft feeling of your hands running through his hair; the way you looked down on him with a kind expression.

His mind then travelled to the memories of you helping him with his studies before becoming an official knight, taking care of him despite his tendencies to drink too often, inviting him for dinner— then he realised.

"—Yeah." That's what's on my mind.

"Care to share?"

Kaeya's voice dropped an octave lower. "You're amazing."

"My my... It seems that all I need to do to make my lovely dove go timid is to do this..." KAZUHA smiled against your back. He swayed you both side to side, his smile growing more prominent when you held his hands.

"Your bangs, it's tickling my me." You snickered.

"Oh? Is it, disturbing you?"

"No, not at all."

"So... you wouldn't mind if I do this?"

You were about to ask what, until his fingers slowly crawled to your sides. Hearty chuckles escaped the ronin while you guffawed.

"Stop— STOP! PLEASE HAHHAHAHA!"

"Should I stop? Or should I not?"

—Kazuha's vermilion eyes could put the canvas of Inazuma's sunsets to shame, and his platinum hair makes the first snow look inadequate in comparison.

He was gentle in nature, like the long kisses he leaves on your cheeks. At the same time, Kazuha was courageous, standing up for what he believed in despite the impending chance of failure.

Yet, your eyes could reflect mirages of past lives Kazuha swore he lived with you. He would melt into pools of wonder when you leaned in to give him a long, loving kiss right on the lips. Kazuha always finds his hands slipping inside your garments, rubbing sensual circles on your body. (His hands felt perfect on you as if he did this a thousand and thousand times again.)

You were shy, yet so breathtakingly amazing and funny once you opened up.

So Kazuha will continue doing his best to make you smile and laugh with whatever chance he gets.

"My, my! Who knew my lotus would be this clumsy." TIGHNARI would click his tongue light-heartedly, yet his eyes are filled with mirth. He would sigh fondly, watching you laugh sheepishly at the mess behind you.

His tail would swish in a relaxed manner, his ears naturally twitching in delight after hearing you apologize profusely. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hit the paperweight..."

You yelped when he flicked your forehead. "Don't apologise, it's just an accident. We can clean it together, no?"

You agreed and quickly knelt down to gather the papers. Tighnari kneeled down beside you, collecting the sheets on your opposite side.

Usually, he would sigh at the small inconvenience when he would clean up messes. But not when he did it with you.

Tighnari was familiar with the mundaneness you brought into his life; a refreshing atmosphere compared to the hectic schedules and adventures he's grown used to.

He vividly remembers the strong scent of food that would waft through the air if you prepared meals— only for him to join you and admire the concentrated look on your cute face while cooking. The times you would hum tunes in the shower as he stops his work and closes his eyes, momentarily relaxing at your unique voice.

"Alright, we're done." You sighed in relief. Quickly, you pecked his cheek as a thank you.

Tighnari pecked your cheek back.

You made the mundane so exciting in his life. Never has he felt so alive looking forward to coming home to you after a tiring day. The forest looked greener; the flowers were blooming into even brighter colours; and the time he spent with you was so rejuvenating and new.

So don't mind Tighnari if you catch him drifting just a tad, tad bit from research, doing chores alongside you.

"My, my, my Cecilia is so loving..." VENTI swore if there was ever a day he wanted to die, it would be today. Right at this moment, time, day hour minute second millisecond—

"You made food for me!" Venti sobbed.

If there was ever a day you wanted to die of embarrassment, it would be today. Right at this moment, time, day hour minute second millisecond— "Venti..." You trailed off.

Venti dramatically removed his hat and brought you in for a hug, the box of food you brought for him smooshed between you both. "Mwah! Mwah!"

He playfully made smooching noises and littered your face with pecks. "Venti!"

You laughed and tried to use your hand as a barrier, but it only made Venti interlock your hands together and twirl you around. Unceremoniously, you both fell to the grass, Venti using his hat to shield your head from the fall. (Not that you would have hurt yourself when he's the Anemo Archon.)

He buried your face into your chest, the food long forgotten. "Venti! The food!"

Venti giggled, the sound of bells chiming and dandelions dancing in the wind. "I guess that means you need to make some more food, ehe."

You sighed longingly. "Maybe I should stick to getting you apples only..."

"What? No!" Venti wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both around. You both tumbled on the soft grass under the Tree of Windrise.

"Joking, joking..." You placed his hat back on top of his head. "...Are you free for dinner?"

"Hmmm..." Venti thought for a second. "I have a gig this evening, but I can spare you a tune or two!" He flopped his body on top of yours.

"Thank you for taking care of me..." I love you.

"My, my... I knew you were clumsy, but not this clumsy." WANDERER would cackle at your misery, seeing you frown (cutely) at him, redoing your eyeliner for the nth time.

He stretched his back with a yawn, circling behind you as you leaned forward to see yourself clearer in the mirror. "Hurry up, will you? Why do you even bother fixing your eyeliner? We're going to be late meeting Nahida."

"I want to look presentable meeting Lesser Lord Kusanali." You rebutted, "Now leave me alone, besides I was the one who helped you with your eyeliner in the first place."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Yeah because I decided I wanted to help you as your partner."

"Oh, so you wouldn't help me if I wasn't your partner?"

"Maybe."

"Tsk."

"Now, now. We're about to meet Lesser Lord Kusanali, not go to war." You turned around.

"So, how do I look? Is the eyeliner even?"

Wanderer paused to take in your appearance. His eyes trailed to the soft fabrics that complimented your figure; the jewels and golds adorned on your skin; the subtle makeup enticing your features—

—the sunlight making your eyes glow brighter; the air seemingly lighter; your hands your hair your nose your smile your lips— fucking hell.

"Come closet, idiot." He grasped your chin rather gently, tilting your head slightly to the side. "It's fine." You look stunning with or without makeup.

"Let's go. Hurry up, we're late."

"My, my... now how did we get ever into this position." YELAN sarcastically remarked. "The dirt's staining my fur coat."

You both hung upside down from a tree, wrapped tightly with disgusting, slimy, ropes adventurers probably used to pull up something underground. The both of you were lucky the sun was still as bright as ever— and extremely luckier, you were investigating the empty house with both Aether and Paimon. "This suspect is getting out of hand..."

"Sorry..." You sheepishly laughed. "...Happy Lantern Rite?"

"Save that for the evening." Yelan rolled her eyes. "You're fortunate." I love you.

"Hehe..."

You leaned forward slightly and closed your eyes. Yelan followed after, giving in to the temptation. Just a peck—

"Yelan! We found something! Bring (Name) and come here!"

—Yelan pushed you back lightly with her forehead, and sliced the rope that previously trapped you both. She landed elegantly; you on the other hand fell butt first with a disgraceful "oomph"

"We're coming!" Yelan picked you up by the arm and briskly walked away.

You stood there, dazed, then screamed "I know you're flustered!" You picked up the pace to match her long strides.

Aether and Paimon didn't question why Yelan had a small quirk on her lips.

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g3tosugu · 3 months

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a humble abode

xiao x f!reader

warnings: mentions of injuries but it’s not graphic or specific

wc: 1.4k

a/n: okay this was too cute to not try and do omggg i hope u like how it turned out!!!

“Traveler!” Paimon tried to rouse a bloodied and weakened Lumine. “Come on, it’s just a little bit farther to the Harbor. Please, get up” the flying girl tried her hardest to help her travel partner up. “I’m sorry Paimon. I just need to sit for a minute” Lumine propped herself up against a rock. “Traveler?” a familiar voice rang from up the path. Just before the two girls could look for the voice’s owner, he was already there at their side. “Ah! Oh! It’s Xiao!” Paimon beamed at the familiar face. “You’re injured. What happened?” the adeptus asked with concern plastered all over his face. “Paimon was trying to show the traveler a new spot for us to relax and a really strong looking geovishap came out of nowhere and tried to attack Paimon!” Paimon explained. “I took care of it so it won’t be hurting anyone else” Lumine tried to be positive like she was attempting to bandage her wounds with her own words.

Xiao looked as if he was having an internal struggle at the situation in front of him. “Xiao? You look like you have something to say” Lumine tried to gently pry into his mind. “These injuries are serious. Let me take you to a safe place” he quickly picked Lumine up in his arms. “Paimon, hold onto me okay?” he instructed. Paimon nodded in assurance and placed her hand on his shoulder. And within the blink of an eye the three of them were in a beautiful forest. The trees were various shades of orange and yellow and the sound of children laughing could be heard down by a stream.

Xiao set Lumine down on a bench and gave her another look over to check on her condition. “Wait here, I’m going to get someone” he quickly disappeared and left Lumine and Paimon alone. “This place is beautiful” Paimon spun around to take in all the lush scenery around them. “But, Paimon doesn’t recognize this spot. Do you think we’re in a realm of some kind?” she inquired. “I’m not sure. Xiao is very trustworthy though so I’m positive it’s safe” Lumine tried to sit up more straight, wincing at the pain in her side.

The two of them looked in the distance and saw Xiao approaching them again, but this time he had you with him. Following closely behind you two was a little girl with her hair in a braid that draped over her shoulder and she was carrying some sort of bag. They noticed how she seemed to be staying particularly close to you. “Oh my, you poor thing” you quickly sat at Lumine’s side, assessing her injuries. The little girl that was at your side placed the bag she was carrying at your feet. “Xiahui sweetie, go play with your brothers and sister okay? I’ll come see you again later after I take care of the Traveler” you gently pat the girls head. Xiahui nodded and smiled. “I hope you feel better soon” she shyly spoke towards Lumine before wandering off towards the stream.

You hovered your hands over the painful wound in Lumine’s side. A light green light began to radiate from your hands. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you concentrated on her injury. The whole time this was happening, Xiao’s gaze never left you. Paimon looked between you and Xiao as she tried to understand just who exactly who you were and why Xiao took them to you. “There we go. The general pain should start to fade for now but let me dress your wounds properly and clean them” you reached down to the ground where Xiahui placed your medical bag.

“Um, please excuse Paimon but, just who are you exactly?” Paimon finally asked, the question killing her inside having gone unanswered. “She is the adeptus [name]” Xiao answered for you as you focused on cleaning Lumine’s wound. “You’re the adeptus [name]?!” Paimon gasped. “I’m afraid so” you giggled at her exasperated reaction. “Please you can just call me [name]. No need to be so formal” you reassured. “So then this place is…an adepti abode?” Lumine asked as she looked around again. “Exactly” you smiled warmly and began stitching her wound.

“Wait so why are there children in your abode?” Paimon asked. “Well it would be strange to not allow our children to stay in my abode” you chuckled. Paimon and Lumine immediately looked at each other, “Our?!”. “Yes. She is my wife and those” he gestured towards the direction of the stream where your children were playing, “are our children”. “Wife?! Children?!” Paimon and Lumine shouted in unison again. “I can tell Xiao places a great amount of trust in you. Considering he brought you here without asking me“ you finished the last stitch. Xiao looked away and blushed at the subtle dig to his carelessness. You laughed as you placed your medical equipment back in the bag they were kept in. While you were known as an adeptus with a proficiency in healing, that didn’t mean you could heal wounds just like that. Your abilities were more like painkillers than actual healing.

“So you just live here?” Lumine asked curiously. “Sometimes I leave and go out but, why would I do that when I have my whole life right here with me?” you smiled fondly at your children playing. Three boys and two girls. The thought of Xiao having a wife and one child was already a lot to take in for Lumine and Paimon. But five whole kids and the adeptus [name] as his wife?!

You stood from the bench and walked over to your husband and linked arms with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I trust you both greatly. You’ve seen things with me that no one else has and have helped me and the people of Liyue in so many ways. I will always be in your debt” Xiao spoke earnestly. “Paimon definitely didn’t see you as the type to have a wife and kids” Paimon looked between you and Xiao. “Don’t let him fool you Paimon. I’ve never met a more loving and attentive person in all my life” you tilted your head to kiss his cheek. Xiao’s ears turned a shade of red at the display of affection. “I don’t ‘fool’ people. I just like my privacy” he tried to defend himself. Lumine and Paimon just watched the two of you in awe. They had never seen Xiao so…bashful? The way you were making him blush by simply just expressing your love and appreciation was a side of him they never expected.

“Dad! Dad!” one of the elder boys ran up to Xiao. “Is something the matter Haitao?” Xiao ruffled the boy’s hair. “You have to come look! Qingyuan learned how to do a flip just from watching you!” he tried to pull his father’s free arm. You unlinked your arms and smiled as the boy dragged your husband off down to the others.

You took a seat next to the Traveler again and watched your kids and your husband, “Knowing that Xiao has such good company and allies out there with him brings me so much more peace”. Lumine looked over at you and took note of the loving look in your eye as you watched over him. “He’s a good person. Whether or not he would ever admit that, I’m not so sure. Thank you for being there to remind him of the fact when I can’t” you reached over and fixed a strand of her hair. She wasn’t sure why, but her cheeks heated up at the gesture. It was one thing that you were an adeptus, but you were also absolutely beautiful and the aura you had was borderline intimidating. And yet you were so kind and gentle. “Xiao is amazing! And he’s super reliable. As long as we’re around he’s always gonna have allies!” Paimon reassured with her hands on her hips.

The kids were now finding flowers to put in Xiao’s hair. Xiahui was braiding a small section at the front of his hair while he sat there with your other girl, Chanxin, in his lap. He was helping her braid her hair because she ‘wants to look like her big sis’. “Mommy is going to love your new hair daddy!” Xiahui beamed as she finished the braid. “I’m sure she will sweetie” he smiled fondly at the girl and kissed her forehead. You smiled at the unfolding scene before you, as well as Paimon’s words.

“Good. That makes me happy”

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folkvangr-seidr · 3 months

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Runaway

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: you end up in a city you hate but maybe the company makes it worth the while.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none?

a/n: this is my first time writting for Jenna and english is not my first language so keep that in mind <3

It was 4am and you were stranded at the airport. your flight was delayed due to a raging storm and you decided to stay the night instead of booking a room. you were used to airports by now anyway.

Your job required you to travel a lot. You were a firefighter and you also worked as a volunteer with the IFRA (International Fire and Rescue Association) so yes, you spent a lot of time wandering around airports.

You were training some mexican units and the weather was horribly hot, so as soon as the job was finished you found yourself desperate to find a way back home. You knew there would be no direct flights from Mexico to Iceland in fucking November so you settled for a connecting flight via New York.

That's how you ended up slouched over a small table questioning every decision you ever made.

You knew the weather in Iceland, you weren't born there but it was the place you proudly called home. So you knew this storm could either be over in a few hours or block all the flights for at least a week. You didn't like that thought though.

You looked around and saw a large group of people walking towards some free seats near you so you made the smart decision of getting up and gathering your small suitcase and the book you were reading. You were not in the mood for chatting with strangers and you felt the need to move your legs anyway so you plugged your headphones in and started walking with no direction in mind. You found a much quieter and less crowded corner and you unconsciously sped up in hopes to get there before someone could spot the couple of empty chairs under some burnt lights. You were lost in your thoughts and inmersed in the music until someone bumped into your side, throwing you off balance and making you drop your book. You turned around to see a small figure crouching over and picking up your book.

"I'm sorry" it was a beautiful voice.

She looked at you and smiled and you just froze.

"Sylvia Plath, huh?" she smiled and your eyes became fixated in the small dimples on her cheeks.

You just nodded, somehow keeping a sense of calmness in your words when you spoke.

"Would say it's my toxic trait but I like to think it's more like my biggest flex."

She laughed and you found yourself unable to look away from her.

"I'm Jenna" she simply said, extending her hand.

"I know" you answered meeting her hand in a soft handshake. "I'm Y/N."

She just smiled, not breaking eye contact.

"It's a beautiful name" she said, disentangling your hands. "Now, Y/N, please tell me we can share that secluded corner for awhile?" she sounded a little desperate despite the playful tone and the lingering smile.

You motioned for her to go ahead and she took a couple steps forward before looking back at you.

"You coming?" her smile made you feel warm inside.

You followed her and sat in one of the chairs, ready to pull your phone out and go back to your playlist.

"There you go" Jenna said handing you the book. "Did you get here too soon too?"

You frowned at her shaking your head.

"My flight was delayed" you answered. "When's yours supposed to take off?"

"In a couple of hours" she said tiredly.

You couldn't help but laugh, earning a fierce glare from Jenna. "She looks cute" you thought.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you said, still laughing a little.

"No, you're not" she retorted with a smile. "So… Where are you flying, Y/N?" She asked curious.

"Iceland" you said with a happy sigh. " But seems like the weather doesn't like my plans."

"Sure" she snorted. "Iceland seems like an amazing destination, though. Business or pleasure?"

"Neither" you said "well, for pleasure I guess."

She looked at you with a weird look, like she was trying to decipher some kind of mystery.

You cleared your throat and tried to explain.

"I live there. Well, at least when I'm not working or on a mission. I usually go visit whenever I have a few days off."

"A mission?" she said, as if it was the only thing she heard.

"Yeah, well" you touched the back of your neck, unsure. "I'm a firefighter so sometimes we volunteer to go on training or rescue missions."

"Really?" she said, her eyes shinning with a strange glimmer in them.

You nodded, not knowing what to say.

"And you live in Iceland? Whoah" she gestured with her hands while mouting the word "mindblowing".

You had to laugh at that.

"Yeah, but I spend most of the year working on England or traveling, you know" you explained.

She nodded at that.

"Seems like your full of surprises, Y/N" she smiled at you.

You checked the time on your phone only to be met with a notification saying "CANCELLED FLIGHT 18-705".

"Fuck" you cursed under your breath. "They cancelled my flight."

Jenna looked at you serious but didn't say anything until she saw you getting up from the chair.

"Where are you going?" she asked scrunching her face.

"It's almost 6am, I'm getting you to your boarding gate and then I'm calling a friend to see if I can crash at her place" you explained with a smile.

Without saying anything she got up aswell and checked her phone for the info she needed then she started walking toward the gate without much thought.

Until some guy grabbed her arm and started screaming about how he got so lucky to run into THE Jenna Ortega. Her face was showing clear signs of discomfort and… pain? Was the guy hurting her? You inmediately stepped toward them and took his wrist in your hand and with just enough force you made him let go of her.

He wasn't happy, the looks he was giving you made it clear but he wouldn't try anything by the slight fear in his eyes.

"Maybe you should try asking first next time" you said coldly before leading Jenna away from him.

She was quiet and wouldn't look at you and you wondered if she was maybe angry because of what you did?

"I'm sorry, I was out of place but he seemed like a bit too much" you started, smiling tentatively. "I'm really so…"

"Don't be" she cut you off, still not looking at you. "He took me by surprise" she admitted. "Thank you" she continued lifting her face to look at you with some sense of… fondness?

She seemed genuinely grateful and you couldn't shake the feeling that accompained the thought of this kind of situation happening to her everyday.

"It was nothing" you said shrugging it off.

You continued walking toward her boarding gate in a comfortable silence.

"This is me" she said with a nervous smile.

"Be safe" you said. "Have a nice flight, Jenna."

You turned to leave but her voice made you stop.

"Wait" you turned again, now facing her. "Thank you, Y/N."

You smiled at her starting to walk backwards as people you assumed wanted to board the very same plane started filling the space and when you could no longer see her you turned fully determined to find the exit and then call Gio to ask for a ride and a couch to crash on.

Meanwhile, Jenna got seated on the plane when a thought came into her mind.

She forgot to ask for your phone number!!

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x female reader #tara carpenter x female reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x y/n

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Poetry

Chapter One - Last Copy

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, the kind that makes you blush a little.

Word Count: 1,433

A/N: Hyunjin's airport outfit got me thinking so I just wrote this cute little thing real quick! I'm thinking about making it another mini series so let me know if you want a part two! I'm putting way too much on my plate but I can't help it 😭

Summary: You meet a cute stranger at your favorite bookstore cafe.

Part Two

✧Poetry Series Masterlist✧ ✧Main Masterlist✧

You browsed the shelves for your favorite poet's new release. You were determined to buy it in both paperback and hardcover before it went flying off the shelves. You skim the spines of the many books searching for the poet’s name when you finally come across it. A wide smile paints your face as you reach for the final hardcover copy, that smile quickly drops when your hand collides with one of a stranger next to you. You must've been so focused that you hadn't noticed him.

"Pardon me." He apologizes softly, slightly bowing his head towards you.

"No no, it's alright. I should've been paying attention." The two of you stand there glancing between each other and the book for a second too long before he breaks the silence.

"You reached for it three seconds before me so you should have it." The tall man grins down at you as he picks up the book and holds it out to you. "I can always get it online. "

"Oh no, it's fine! I can just buy the paperback." You give him a kind grin and his lips pull into a thin line.

"Well then you really should take this then because I just picked up the last paperback." A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he holds it up momentarily for you to see. You can't help but smile and giggle a bit as you push a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Ah, okay, well in that case how could I turn down a hard cover of my favorite poet?" You take the book from him and start to study it immediately. You sigh happily as you run your fingers over the cover, taking in every detail. "I love their book design. Every single one is so unique and fresh, it really reflects their work perfectly."

"I agree, I think that the use of abstract art on the cover is a beautiful touch." You smile up at him again and this time you take a moment to study his features. His jet black hair is in a half up half down style and his circle lens glasses compliment his shining eyes perfectly. Not to mention his pink lips and structured jaw which are the icing on a very handsome cake. You take in his black sweater and matching black pants, his style is very attractive and from the looks of his Versace necklace very expensive.

"I think so too, it's one of the things that drew me to them." He grins down at you and shakes his head slightly. He tilts his head to the side a bit before letting the tip of his tongue dip out of his mouth and skate across his bottom lip. You notice his eyes wandering over your frame and for some reason the action is welcomed by you. You don't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. He catches himself staring and suddenly holds his hand out to you.

"I'm Hyunjin by the way." You blush slightly as you grin up at him.

"Y/n" He smiles at your name and you can't help but to look down at your feet for a second. Your hands stay together in a handshake for a few seconds too long before you let go.

"Well, Y/n, uh I was actually about to sit at the Cafe up front and get started on this book... Would you maybe want to sit with me? We can share our thoughts on it. That is if you aren't busy or anything." He pulls his lips into a thin line and the tips of his ears turn a bit red as his nerves start to get to him. You smile blushing a bit yourself.

"I um.. I actually think that I'd like that a lot." He smiles as he pushes up his glasses and looks away towards the bookshelf for a second, most likely to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, not like it matters though, at this point the blush covering both of your cheeks is a dead give away to your excitement.

"Great, after you." You shake your head and turn on your heels leading the way over to the Cafe where the two of you stare at the menu. "I don't know why I'm even looking, I get the same thing every time."

You chuckle as your eyes land on exactly what you'd like. "What's that?"

"An iced americano and a white cream latte." You furrow your brows towards him curiously.

"Two coffees?" He blushes a bit, bringing his hand to the back of his neck and scratching softly

"I may have a caffeine problem." He chuckles a bit and you follow suit. "What would you like? It's on me."

"Oh no, you don't have to."

"I insist." He smiles down at you with bright and excited eyes and you feel yourself melt a bit.

"I suppose I can't turn down free refreshments" You step forward towards the cashier and start your order, once you're done Hyunjin adds his items and he reaches into his pocket to pull out his Versace wallet. Who exactly is this guy? He has very expensive taste. You watch as he skims the many cards in his wallet and your face heats up a bit when he pulls out a black card. Okay, no really who is this guy?

"Wanna find us a table?" He asks as he stuffs his wallet back into his pocket. You nod in agreement and quickly retreat to your favorite table in the back corner of the cafe. You get comfortable, crossing your legs indian style and leaning back against the plush booth. You take your phone out of your purse to briefly check your messages but before you could reply to anyone Hyunjin approaches with a tray full of refreshments.

"Here we go." He sits across from you, serving you your items from the tray.

"Thank you very much." You smile as you take your mug and bring it up to your lips briefly, taking a sip. You smile to yourself as you let the warmth of your drink surge through you.

"So, Y/n, do you come here often?" Hyunjin asks as he sips his Americano and you can't help but to chuckle

"Really? You used that line?" He grins slightly but it quickly turns into a smile and a quiet embarrassed laugh as his fingers caress the skin of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I guess I’m a little rusty. I honestly don't talk to alluring women such as yourself often..I'm usually quite reserved? Kind of the shy type socially.”

You smile and you can feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. " I could say the same.. I don't talk to alluring men very often. I only read about them."

Hyunjin smiles, his fingers interlacing as he brings them up towards his face and leans in towards you. "Call me crazy but I have a feeling that you'll be more interesting than any book I've ever read."

Okay, you're definitely blushing now. "Yeah? I think I could say the same about you."

Hyunjin looks down at his lap with a wide smile, He licks his lips before grabbing his coffee and takes a long sip before looking back up at you with flushed cheeks.

"So, do you come here often? Because if you do I will too." You tilt your head to the side slightly with a curious eyebrow raised.

"Is that right?"

"I wouldn't lie to you." He mimics your curious demeanor.

"I come here at least once a week." He shakes his head as he picks up his drink.

"Looks like I need to change my schedule." You smile as you take a piece of the cinnamon roll that you ordered with your tea.

"Looks like you do." You both hold a smile as your eyes search each other's.

"So... this book, how about I read it to you?"

"You want to read me poetry?" He nods confidently as he reaches for your copy of the book. "You just want to touch the hardcover."

"That is true, you caught me" a playful smile pulls at his lips and you smile back, crossing your arms as you lean forward and rest your elbows on the table.

"Hm, fine but if you damage it you owe me a new copy."

"Deal." He smiles as he opens the book and you watch as his long slim fingers flip through the pages. "Alright, ready?"

You pick up your mug and take a sip before grinning and smiling towards him.

"Ready"

♡ Next Chapter ➟

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gemstone-roses · 5 months

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Christmas fic party request:

Where reader is an fbi tech (post red John) and shoots her shot at Jane at the Xmas party. Smut. Lots of smut. Very comforting because I just imagine him being SO lovely. Age difference mentioned.

Patrick Jane x female reader

Summary: your feeling brave, the man you’ve been pining for is older than you, surely he’s not interested in you, right? Smut. 18+ only,protected sex, praise kink, lots of praise, eye contact , so much praise ugh I’m mad for this man okay! I’m begging people to send in more requests for him 🙏🙏

Warnings: explicit smut, 18 plus ONLY. Smut, protected sex, praise kink x10. Fingering. Pet names, Minors be gone from here!

A:N - I’m super proud of this one. Thankyou for requesting I hope you liked it 🥹🥹please feel free to request more for Patrick Jane too!! ❤️

The wince on your face as you glance around the room is prominent. You only came tonight for one reason. And he’s not here.

Your colleagues are busy getting merry, rigsby and van pelt wearing matching Christmas jumpers and paper hats. The music is so loud you can feel it coursing through you.

Jane had seen your mood dip around the holidays and he had made you promise you would at least show your face. You agreed solely because he said he would accompany you and your heart fluttered at his offer. The small touch he left on your elbow, the reassurance in his face when he said ‘I’ll be with you the whole time’ had you screaming internally.

You weren’t the newest member of the team, but you were quite a bit younger than Jane, and as he is so observant you did your absolute best to keep your crush on him secret.

It had been a long few years.

Fed up of the party, you duck out and find yourself wandering straight into something tall and hard.

Patrick

“Oh shit I’m so- you start, blinking at him as you try and play it off.

“Are you okay?” He asks rubbing your arm soothingly.

It seems your brain has short circuited as you just stare at him, he looks good, so good.

“Hey” he says softly, moving his hand to cup your face.

“Hey Jane” you squeak out, praying he can’t tell how flustered you are.

His brows crease at you, his thumb runs across the curve of your cheek and you cannot take this anymore so you bring your hand up to connect with the hand that’s on your face.

His eyes bore into yours as you wait for him to pull his hand away.

But he doesn’t.

“Jane, I- I need to tell you something I - you whisper closing your eyes as you speak.

“I know” he says lowly

“You what!” You say, horrified, eyes shooting open as heat rises to your face.

You try and turn away but he stops you, hands flying to your waist, gripping tightly.

Your lips part slightly as you take in the man in front of you. He smiles, leans forward and

Runs his thumb across your lip and once again your brain short circuits, you think you might die right there. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the way your pulse starts picking up and your eyes blow wide at his action.

“Jane?” You ask, voice cracking

“Yeah honey?” His voice slightly deeper, it makes your pussy clench and your heart soar.

“I love you” you say, and for a moment you panic thinking he doesn’t feel the same and then he closes his eyes and sighs, before pulling you in closer

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that” he growls.

He searches your face for any kind of hesitation and you nod, he smiles as he shakes his head.

“Use your words my darling”

“Hurry up and kiss me, please” you whine,

Your breath hitches as he cups your face again and brings his lips to yours. His lips are soft, he presses into you as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he presses into you, it’s comforting, safe, and leaves you wanting more.

“Patrick” you whisper, as he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hand comes back to cup your face, finger stroking slowly down your cheek.

“You okay?” He checks.

You nod a bit too quickly, and he chuckles.

“Shall we, go somewhere more private?” He whispers as he leans in to place a feather light kiss to your neck.

“God, yes” you mutter. He grabs your hand instantly and leads you up to his room above the office.

“It’s cold in here” you mutter as he shuts the door to his living space, instantly his arms are around you again, catching your lips in a searing kiss he cages you against the wall. One of his arms rest on the wall, the other tracing down to your waist. Your chest heaves as he teases his fingers up and down underneath your shirt.

“Please” you whine and he smirks, dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“God your dripping” he murmurs rubbing your throbbing pussy through your panties. You clench your thighs together at his actions, and his words.

“Jane” you croak, desperate, needy.

“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips” he breathes, making you look at him before moving your panties and sliding in a finger.

It’s agonisingly slow, and of course Patrick can tell your getting frustrated with his teasing.

He speeds up a bit before adding another finger, your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Mm, Jane fuck” you whisper, he increases the pressure and starts to curl his fingers up as they enter you. His thumb comes to circle your clit and he catches your moan with a kiss.

“D-don’t stop” you moan as he presses his thumb into your clit as he curls his fingers hitting your G spot.

“Oh OH god” you whine

“That’s it honey” he soothes, breaking the kiss as your walls clench around his fingers.

“Jane” you say as you feel your orgasm approaching

“Come for me, that’s it, good girl” he says as he curls his fingers once more and you see stars as your orgasm crashes over you.

He holds you steady, fingers lazily pushing in and out of you as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“You okay”? He whispers placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod and he pulls you into his embrace.

“God that was- incredible” you pant, leaning in to give him a kiss.

He pulls you gently towards his bed.

He pushes you gently and you fall back

“Lie down” he whispers, he’s out of breath and it’s so arousing you can’t help the throb that courses through you.

Patrick unbuttons his suit jacket, hanging it up on the chair he climbs on top of you. Once again you feel safe within his presence.

His arms come to rest on either side of your head, he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Stop it” you say, trying to turn away from his stare.

“Don’t, don’t do that, your beautiful, let me see you yeah?” he tilts your face to look at him, as if you could love this man any more.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks and his face tells you that he would not mind one bit if you said yes, which just makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

“No, I’d very much like to continue” you say. And Jane runs his hand across your face, smiling.

You can feel Jane’s cock pressing into your leg through his jeans and you shift your hips slightly. He sucks in a breath as you sit up to undo his belt.

You do it slowly, payback. But it doesn’t last long as he ends up pulling it off himself before guiding you to lie back down.

He stands up and removes his pants before coming back and resting his hands at the top of yours.

He waits.

You nod.

He pulls down your pants and can’t help but moan at the wet patch in the middle of your underwear.

Your breath hitches as he leans down and presses his lips into your clothed pussy and hooks his fingers in the line of your panties and pulls them down.

Jane frees his hard cock from his boxers and it springs up against his stomach. A drop of precum glistening on the head.

You clench your thighs at the sight. Jane reaches for the condom under his bed and rolls it down.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You breathe in as you prepare.

Jane’s hand find your clit once more,he watches your face as his fingers circle your clit. You relax slightly as he continues his actions.

“Hey” he says softly

“I’m okay” you say.

“Take a deep breath for me darling” he places one hand on your lower stomach and the other wraps around his cock.

You do, and he slides his cock into you, slowly.

“Good girl, keep breathing for me” he soothes as he pushes his cock all the way in. Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes deeper into you.

“Keep looking at me” he says and you throb around him.

“You’re doing so good for me” he praises as he goes to rub your clit again.

“Patrick” you whisper

“Can you- I need you to go-

“I know, I know” he coos, rubbing your hips with his hand,

“I’ll go slow, I got you” he soothes before thrusting into you slowly. One of his hands is still splayed across your stomach.

“Mmhm” you whine.

“You feel so good around my cock like this” he says, pushing his cock in and out, he feels you clench around him as he speaks.

You close your eyes as he angles himself a little differently, still thrusting slowly, but his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Patrick- fuck” you choke out.

“Mm, you make the prettiest sounds” he breathes, every moan out of you sending him closer to release.

He moves his hand from your stomach as he reaches for your puffy clit, gently applying pressure as he thrusts into you.

“Patrick, I’m-

“Look at me, good girl, come for me, come all over my cock” he encourages as he presses into you again.

You hear him groan just as his cock twitched inside you and your pussy clenches,

Your toes curl and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise falling from Patrick’s mouth as you come down from your high.

“So good for me, you did so good, you’re incredible my love” he soothes, rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

You whimper underneath him. He places his hands on either side of your face.

“Jane, that was - god that was perfect you say a lazy smile painting your face. A big smile lights up his face, “I love you” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to say that for a very long time” he admits.

“Me too” you say shy all of a sudden, turning your face from him.

He tuts

“No honey, what did I say about doing that, now, I’ll get you a warm towel and some water and I’ll be back in a moment” he soothes as he gets up.

And you, couldn’t be happier.

#patrick jane x reader #Patrick jane imagine #Patrick Jane fanfiction #the mentalist imagine #the mentalist fanfiction #gems Christmas fics

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unhappycylinder · 8 months

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Saunter (Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x fem!Reader)

wc: 3.5k No warnings! Enjoy and please let me know what you think!! Summary: As Viper's secretary, you encounter a new set of hotshot pilots every 6 weeks, but a certain WSO catches your eye, and you can't help but fall for him...and his mustache.

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“You boys are grounded! Until further notice, neither of your asses are gonna be up in the air under any circumstance,” Viper’s voice cut through the office, sending a chill down your spine.

You had been a secretary at North Island’s ‘Fighter Weapons School’ for some time now, hopping from admiral to commander when duty saw fit. Usually, you found yourself sitting at some small, beige, creaky, metal desk a couple feet in front of one of the higher-ups’ offices, your sole purpose fetching coffee and checking in the arrogant pilots who got called in to get their asses whooped.

Two weeks ago however, when you got assigned to the beige desk outside of Viper’s office, you realized just how much business these Top Gun men meant. Every other day it seemed the same two sweaty idiots were wandering past your desk, muttering their callsigns with their heads low, and returning after a screaming fit from Viper, heads held even lower. You had never said a word to them, never really even lifted your head to notice them, just shrugged them off as another pair of cocky assholes who flew too close to the sun.

“Maverick, this is your last warning!” Viper yelled

“Yeesh,” you muttered under your breath, the tip of your pencil swirling over the name ‘Maverick’ scribbled into your ledger.

“And Goose,” Viper said quieter, almost disappointedly, “You’re a good backseater, you’re a gifted flyer, you gotta stop letting an idiot like Maverick play with your life like that,” he finished with an almost fatherly tone.

“Final warning boys,” Viper sighed, “do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” their voices intersected each other, morale completely defeated.

You found yourself tracing the two o’s in Goose’s name when the also creaky door to Viper’s office opened, startling you enough to look over to the two men coming out, heads low. The one in front was shorter, strong build, jet black hair, and the other was tall, lanky, blonde, and had a mustache…and boy were you a sucker for a good mustache.

“That sounded brutal,” you said quietly, your eyes darting to the taller one’s briefly, catching his gaze and sending a blush through your cheeks.

“Brutal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” the shorter one said, his palms darting up to cover his eyes, “ugh Goose what the hell are we gonna do?”

So that was his name. He was Goose, Viper’s so called ‘gifted flier.’

“What are we gonna do?” Goose questioned, revealing his sweet lilted voice, “Mav I love you buddy but only one of us is flying the plane…what we do up there is kinda on you.” He sounded defeated, like he felt bad for having to reality check his best friend after such a serious conversation with Viper.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maverick shrugged him off, walking instead over to the front of your desk, “hey you’re here all the time right?”

Was he asking you? You looked up from your ledger to meet his hooded blue eyes.

“Me?” You asked, surprised, eliciting a chuckle from Goose

“Yeah, you.” Maverick responded, “you’re outside of Viper’s office all the time…does he get this pissed at all his pilots?”

“Well,” you looked down at your ledger to read his name, “Maverick,” you turned to Goose, “and Goose,” he smiled at you saying his name, “I’ve been here for all of two weeks, but I can say with absolute certainty that neither has anyone come in as frequently as you two, nor has anyone gotten Viper as riled up…”

Maverick hung his head as Goose walked over to him, patting him on the back.

“Motherfucker!” Maverick yelled, slamming his fist down on your desk, making it rattle and sending your pencil from your hand.

Goose bent down to pick up your pencil, standing to place it delicately in your hand and greet you with his tender gaze and warm smile, his teeth barely peeking through his mustache.

“You’ll have to excuse my dear friend Maverick here,” he said sarcastically, placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders to guide him up from your desk, “he’s had a bit of a rough day and unfortunately likes to handle that by making rash decisions that put everyone’s lives in danger,” Goose pat him on the back with a chuckle

“That’s about what I’ve gathered from all your little conversations in there,” you said as you gestured to Viper’s office.

“You’ve heard all those, have you?”

“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, “probably a little more than I’d like to, Goose”

He blushed as you said his name again, a smile peeking through his mustache once more.

“Well, I better be getting this flyboy home so he can forget today ever happened,” he said as he slapped Maverick’s chest, making him groan in annoyance, “ain’t that right honey?”

“As much as I love your company, I’m hoping I don’t see either of you again, for the sake of your careers,” you said, making Goose chuckle and Maverick groan again.

“My name’s y/n by the way,” you said quickly as they started to shuffle away, but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“What was that?” Goose asked, turning around and leaning back so he could face you

“Oh,” you blushed, mostly out of embarrassment, “I said my name is y/n”

“Y/n” Goose repeated, your name rolling off his tongue sending chills down your spine, “I like it…I think I’ll remember it”

You laughed, shooting them a small salute as Goose turned around and walked with his best friend to the parking lot, leaving you alone to question how you couldn’t stop thinking about a certain naval aviator.

“Y/n!” Viper’s yell cut you out of your daydream, spinning you around in your chair to face him

“Yes sir?”

“Fix this damn door when you’re done fawning over my flyers, it's too damn creaky!

“Oh god,” you blushed, making Viper chuckle, “yes sir”

“Listen Y/n,” his tone changed, returning to the normal calm voice you were used to when he talked to you, “I’m fine with it…as long as it's not Maverick”

“It's definitely not Maverick sir”

“So it's Goose then?”

“Why are you asking me about this, sir?” you couldn’t help but question him. You had been working with Viper for weeks now and although he had always been friendly towards you, and you had shared a few conversations in between meetings here and there, he had never asked you anything personal.

“Because I’ve been standing here since you botched telling Goose your name…and it’s hard not to notice.”

“Oh god have you actually?”

“You were so flustered you didn’t even hear the door creak…” he clicked his tongue, “I guess I’ll have to find more reasons to bring Bradshaw in here then…” he taunted as he turned around and walked back into his office, closing the very creaky door behind him.

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“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your liiips,” a warped voice sang from within the bar next to base.

You had talked yourself into going out and trying to make some friends, and the best place for that just so happened to be the bar a mere 2 blocks from your work. It had been months since you moved here and you still knew virtually nobody outside of Viper who you guessed counted as a friend now? You had let your hair down after work, and had swapped your suit jacket and skirt out for high waisted jeans and a light sweater. Nothing fancy, but also nothing that screamed military, just something that would help you blend in a bit.

The awful voice continued to sing, now joined by what sounded like twenty other equally awful voices, “You’ve lost that lovin feelin!”

“Oh god,” you thought to yourself, wondering how you planned on accomplishing anything in there.

Once you were inside you saw a crowd of navy men in their dress whites dissipating from the bar, some laughing, some continuing to sing the remainder of the song. At the epicenter of it all was none other than Maverick. Of course. Sitting next to him was a rather flushed blonde woman wearing a very similar outfit to you, and Maverick was obviously trying to work his charm.

Your gaze traveled from Maverick to other parts of the room, glancing at couples sitting in booths along the walls, aviators trying to chat up women at tables scattered around, and lone men in white nursing their beers throughout the bar. Eventually your eyes settled on one blonde, mustached man in particular, Goose. He was sat at the opposite end of the bar as Maverick, beer in hand, eyes wandering the label of the bottle.

This was your chance.

You sauntered over, hands deep in the pockets of your jeans fiddling with the fabric. Goose didn’t even look up when you approached him, too lost in the contents of his beer to even notice your presence, you just stood there amused, watching him lost in thought.

“Evenin’ sailor,” you said softly, a blush creeping along your cheeks as Goose’s eyes drifted up the barrel of the bottle, up your frame, and eventually to your eyes.

“Well I’ll be damned!” He beamed, scooting over and patting the bar stool beside him, “if it isn’t miss secretary herself.”

“You keep calling me that and I’m gonna think you forgot my name, Chicken,” you teased as you purposefully messed up his callsign, eliciting a sweet melodic laugh from his lips.

“How could I ever forget a name as beautiful as y/n,” he said as he tilted his head down, his eyes looking up at yours through his lashes.

“Well well, the Goose has a good memory,” you smiled, flagging down the bartender to order a beer for yourself

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” you said, resting your elbows on the bartop

“Put it on my tab,” Goose interjected, shooting a quick wink your way

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to flirt with me sir,” you shot him a suspicious look

“Well who says I’m not?” Goose asked, shooting the same look your way

“I just find it hard to flirt with a man who’s only identification is the name of a bird” you said sarcastically, accepting your beer from the bartender and taking a sip

“Lieutenant Nicholas Brashaw, callsign Goose,” he drawled out, holding his hand out for you to shake

“Y/n L/n, secretary” you said with the same tone, placing your hand in his

Goose brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, his mustache hairs tickling your skin and giving you a chill.

“So, Nick, I gotta ask you,” you began as soon as Goose let your hand go

“Shoot,” he prompted you, taking a sip of his beer

“Why on earth do you all let Maverick sing if he’s so damn bad at it?”

Goose threw his head back in a laugh, “It's a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Twenty bucks…he’s gotta have carnal knowledge of a lady on the premises…and that is our top selling approach”

“Top selling huh? So you’ve done this before?”

“Once for Mav, he crashed and burned…never for me though”

“And why not? The bet doesn’t extend both ways?”

“Well I guess it's cause you weren’t here to catch my eye,” he smiled a confident smile at you, “had I seen you sitting across the bar all by yourself, well it wouldn’t have been Mav up there singing today”

“Oh you would have done that for me?” You chuckled

“Honey I’ll sing you whatever song you want whenever you want it”

“You’re one smooth man Goose,” you smiled at him, he smiled back, making you both blush.

Just as Goose was about to speak, the blonde woman from earlier walked by, fixing her lipstick with her finger

“Your friend was magnificent by the way,” she chimed as she walked by, causing your and Goose’s mouths to drop. Maverick followed close behind, a spring in his step.

“Nah,” Goose said, his eyes on the woman, “nah!” he said even louder as his eyes found his best friend.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” you said stunned, turning to face Maverick as he approached you and Goose.

“What can I say,” Maverick shrugged, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“There’s no way,” Goose said, mouth agape, “there’s really no way Mav”

“Where there’s a will, Goosey, there’s a way,” Maverick said, slapping Goose on the shoulder, “I see you’ve found our secretary from earlier”

You tilted your beer up to cheer Mav, who was now sitting on Goose’s other side.

“You know Goose here hasn’t shut up about you-”

“No no no no,” Goose turned to face him, placing a hand over Maverick’s mouth, “we don’t need to talk about that Mav, we don’t need to bring that up I don’t think”

“Oh yes we do Goose,” he muttered through Goose’s hand.

“No, Goose, let him talk,” you bit your lip as you smiled at Maverick, “I want to hear what he has to say about you”

“The woman wants to hear,” Maverick muttered

“Mav, it's not happening. I’ll stay here all night if I have to”

“Goose!” You whined, “I want to know!”

Maverick pried Goose’s hand from his mouth for enough time to blurt out, “hasn’t shut up about you since we left base today! Said he thinks you’re gorgeous!”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Goose said, getting up and facing his best friend, “that’s it, Mav, you’re a dead man”

“Awww,” you chuckled as Goose grabbed Maverick by his collar and threw him off his stool, sending Maverick into a laughing fit nearby,

“Pretend you didn’t hear any of that,” Goose said as he sat back down

“That’s not happening” you said as you shook your head

“And why not?”

“Cause I’ve been thinking the same thing,” you blushed. Maverick returned in time to slap his friend on the back in congratulations.

“Yeehaw!” Goose exclaimed, his cheeks burning red and his smile beaming towards you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

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Now you were sat at your desk, pencil in your hand, waiting to check in whoever Viper was gonna sink his teeth into next. Your mind however was replaying the events of several nights ago, when you and Maverick and Goose became a sort of inseparable trio at the bar: Goose’s sweet flirtations filling your ears every chance he got, and his arm swung around the back of your seat in Maverick’s car as they drove you to your house, and Goose’s gentle kiss on your hand as he said goodnight to you.

“Goodmorning ma’am,” a voice cut you out of your daze. Your eyes traced up the slender frame to Goose, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Morning lieutenant,” you spoke softly, “am I meant to check you in? You and Maverick get up to trouble again?”

Goose laughed, “no, no, Mav left his ego at home today and we landed early, so I wanted to stop by and say hi”

“Well hi,” you blinked up at him

“Hi” he said back confidently, “listen I was hoping you’d want to uh-”

“Bradshaw!” Viper’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

“Oh god,” you laughed, eyes darting down to your ledger

“I'm in for it now honey,” Goose said as he stood up straight and prepared for Viper’s reprimanding

“Lieutenant,” he began, the squeaking of the door muffling his words, “you're not distracting my secretary are you?”

“I hope not sir”

“I don't know if I believe you Bradshaw. Whether or not distraction was your intention, she looks pretty distracted to me,” Viper smiled down at you

“Sir,” you shook your head as you plopped your face into your hands to conceal your blush

“She was working perfectly before you arrived Lieutenant, and now she can't even lift her head high enough to read what's on the page in front of her!” Viper yelled sarcastically, gesturing to you, “you better right your wrongs or I'll have you and that hotshot pilot of yours grounded for another week!”

Viper spun around, shooting you a wink as you raised your head from your hands, and closed the door to his office, satisfied with his work.

“Well…” you began

“Commander's orders miss L/n…what could I possibly do to rectify the situation,” Goose jokingly pondered

“Hmmm let's think,” you said, twirling your pen

“How's about I take you out…” Goose blushed, his mustache curling up into a smile, “on a date.”

“A date?” You teased

“Yeah. Just you and me. No idiot Maverick to tease us the whole time,” he smiled

“Yeah Bradshaw, I’d like that”

“You free tonight honey?” He drawled

“Pick me up at six Lieutenant, not a minute later,” you shook your pencil at him

With a salute and a “yes ma'am,” Goose was walking down the hallway head held high.

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5:59 the clock blinked as you sat in front of it, makeup and hair done, a light blue slip dress gently hugging your frame. This had felt like the longest minute of your life, sitting in front of your digital clock just waiting for the minute to change and Goose to arrive.

6:00 blinked and your heart started racing uncontrollably. The noise of it thumping was so loud it just about drowned out the knocking at your door. Breathing sharply to calm down, you stood up and smoothed out your dress, heading slowly towards the front door.

Opening it, your eyes scanned up Goose’s frame, taking in his pressed khaki pants, his white button down tucked into it, sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone, and his mustache curled up into a smile.

“My goodness,” he hollered, “don’t you look mighty fine darlin”

“Back at ya flyboy,” you blushed

“You ready for the best date of your life?” Goose asked, his soft eyes gazing down into yours.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day, Viper hasn’t heard the end of it,” you said as you locked your door and followed Goose to his bronco.

“Is that right, sugar?” He asked as he helped you into the passenger seat, goofy smile curling his mustache

“Oh yeah Lieutenant”

“Even the part about Viper?” He asked as he walked around to the driver’s seat and hopped in

“Especially the part about Viper. You better be on your best behavior or he’ll be hot on your tail,” you joked

“Ah-ha,” Goose hollered.

Goose drove you two down the sunset-lit road, gentle rock music playing from his stereo, his aviators resting gently on the bridge of his nose as his hand grasped the headrest of your seat.

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Your date with Goose was full of laughter, good food, many drinks, and even more flirting. He told you the story of how he joined the Navy, and how he met Maverick in training and they became attached at the hip, and even how he was nervous about Maverick’s flying sometimes but he trusted him with his life. He asked you all about yourself, and as you told him about your upbringing and your career and your family, he sat with his head in his hands staring at you with bright eyes and curiosity. You loved listening to him talk about himself, and from the looks of him it seemed he felt the same about you.

After offering to pay multiple times, Goose finally wore you down as he set cash, plus a generous tip, down on the table.

“Thanks Goose,” you said genuinely, grabbing his hand in your own and looking him deep in the eyes.

“Anything for you, sugar,” he returned your gaze with a smile, his mustache curling over his lip, “ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, keeping your hand in his as you stood up from your booth and walked towards the door, “where to next?”

“If it's not too forward,” he began, leaning down to speak softly into your ear once you exited the restaurant, “and tell me if it is…but I was hoping you’d want to come back to my place for a little?”

“And what exactly is there to do at your place?” You feigned confusion.

Goose simply shrugged, a smirk threatening his lips, as he walked to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for you.

“Never leave room for the imagination, Bradshaw,” you muttered, getting in the car and watching Goose saunter around to the driver’s side.

With a smile on his face, Goose’s hand traveled across the center console until it found yours, his fingers gently lacing with yours as his thumb rubbed gentle circles while you drove the short distance back to Goose’s house.

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#top gun #top gun fic #top gun goose #nick goose bradshaw x reader #goose x reader #nick goose bradshaw #goose bradshaw #goose top gun #nick bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 13. Tara Carpenter

A/N: The way y’all voted on that poll was a true landslide lol I guess I didn’t realize how huge the tara stans are. So here goes something for my final fall prompt, hope this doesn’t flop like scream 7 will 🤭🤫🫠 but this is a short and simple ending so I do hope you enjoy this.

PROMPTS are from HERE & HERE + I’m using: going to a pumpkin patch + “you look cold, do you want a hug?” + “you think someone died here?”

WARNINGS: slight language I think? Dark humor. Age-difference: with Tara being twenty-one and oc/reader being twenty-five/six + Chad and Tara never became a thing in this timeline!

<- read my previous october anthology prompt here.

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Being at a pumpkin patch in mid-November when the skies were painted like pale ice in a frozen lake and the trees lost their copper leaves for good was questionable for Tara. The air no longer had its crispness to it but it started to feel more along the lines of a wild animal taking bites out of your face here in New York. However Tara couldn’t find herself complaining—well despite the fact that Sam turned this into a group outing—Tara couldn’t wait to see Johnnie.

Johnnie was Sam’s age, older than Tara, and easily became likable in Tara’s eyes although Sam often gave Johnnie a hard time even in the beginning. Of course they still had to be cautious but Tara always stood on the fact that she just wanted to live life after it’s been at risk of being taken away for good. She wouldn’t be as naive as last year but something about Johnnie had Tara’s insides turning into mush—in a good way though—not in a decaying guts kind of way.

The train ride was recommended by Johnnie to her family’s farm from the city and that became a whole debacle between the friends, until Tara waved her phone in the air saying that she already purchased a ticket while the rest could spend forever trying to figure out what they wanted to do. Mindy found this humorous how whenever Johnnie was mentioned, Tara made it her mission to be tuned into the conversation if she checked out.

Mindy was the first to pick up on the signs before Tara did and took great pride in Tara coming to her first out of the core four. Chad would argue against that saying he was actually the first since Tara did start to vent when they pulled a all nighter together. However he actually had no clue who Tara could be talking about and ended up eavesdropping when she chatted to Mindy one afternoon when he was supposed to be studying…basically pick a twin to believe at this point.

Tara couldn’t wipe the smile off her face on the train ride, fingers rapidly flying over her screen to the dimpled grin on her face when she spotted Johnnie helping out at the entrance of her family’s pumpkin patch.

“They’re with me, cousin.” Johnnie informs the family member with hair as white as snow, before grabbing up the walkie to contact someone else to head to the front and help out, now being off the clock with her friends here.

“Can we get more free perks for Christmas?” Chad asks as they briefly embrace and Johnnie rolls her eyes.

Johnnie folded her arms, “Why? So you can continue bringing your flings around and eat their tongues instead of enjoying the scenery?”

Chad frowned, “who are these flings that you speak of? I’m here enjoying the pumpkins with my favorite sister.”

As he goes to toss an arm over the curly haired girl’s shoulder, she shoves him away, “save it for the jury, Chad. I saw you eyeing that pretty girl with the shell earrings and racer jacket not too long ago.”

“I mean…she could be the one.” Chad couldn’t even bother to deny his wandering eyes.

Sam, Mindy, and Tara all share a groan while Danny snickers at Chad’s usual antics before being elbowed by Sam.

“Hey Tara,” Johnnie says, falling into step with the smaller girl; after informing everyone of the many activities the farm included.

Tara smiles up at her, “Hey Johnnie…remind me why we’re going pumpkin hunting so late into the season?”

“Well…I’m having a Friendsgiving next weekend at my spot and…that maybe partly true but I also wanted to hang out with you again before that.” Johnnie was honest with this, which made Tara slowly nod her head in appreciation.

Johnnie used to attend the same university as the three, received her degrees, started her business of creating designs on amputee’s prosthetics and moved to New Jersey two months ago to purchase her own home. So her having her shit together was definitely inspiring (and not to mention attractive) in Tara’s eyes and although she didn’t have everything figured out herself, one thing she was sure of: spending time with Johnnie felt right, scary yet comfortable and safe.

“Ohhh that’s right, I almost forgot about that.” Tara widens her eyes in realization, cursing to herself that she actually did forget about this but knew she could blame it on being swamped in school work, while Johnnie stumbles.

With a hand on her chest, she sighs playfully, “you wound me carpenter.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tara replies with a longing stare as they approach the line in front of a few booths.

Johnnie leans towards Tara who doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath, “what’re you in the mood for?”

“…hmm?” Tara asks, quickly pulling her eyes back to the line when Johnnie tries to catch her eye.

Johnnie laughs, “the menu. Anything catch your interest?”

“Well,” Tara starts as the autumn chill washes over the attendees on the farm, making her hunch her mesh covered shoulders a bit and clasp her hands together, “what would you recommend?”

“Everything.”

Tara scoffs as Johnnie winks at her.

“Can you even see the menu up ahead?”

“I’m not blind.”

“Nah, just short.” Johnnie teases while Tara quickly tosses a middle finger at the older girl.

Johnnie laughs to herself, picking up on tara’s attire which failed to keep her warm on this breezy farm. So Johnnie takes the opportunity to stand behind Tara instead, who is now bouncing on her tippy toes to what may seem like she was attempting to see the menu but it was probably to keep her blood flowing better.

Tara’s almost ready to swing until her belly realizes the familiar rasp by her ear, “you look cold, do you want a hug?”

Before her mouth can fumble out an answer, tatted hands come into Tara’s view as Johnnie locks her arms across Tara’s shoulders. She doesn’t find herself going stiff but easily welcomes Johnnie’s touch. A small smile graces Tara’s lips as her eyes fall in love with the dainty details of ink that decorate Johnnie’s skin. The artwork tells a story of Johnnie’s big heart which some may view as a contrast to her androgynous exterior much like the striking scar through Tara’s palm. That same scar Johnnie lightly draws a fingertip over from time to time and does so right now as Tara buries her nose against the side of Johnnie’s tatted other thumb.

Tara can even smell the balance of scents on Johnnie’s warm skin, a light creamy but earthy scent that makes Tara envision curling underneath blankets and staring out at Misty mountains instead of crowded streets full of loud voices, and suspicious faces. A sense of serenity that Tara wasn’t sure she’d ever find until she met Johnnie.

“What ya smiling at?”

Tara pries her eyes open, knowing she had been caught but keeps her eyes on the line that she didn’t realize moved forward some. “Nothing. You just think you’re so smooth when you could have been said you wanted to hold my hand earlier.”

Johnnie quickly places a peck to Tara’s temple so fast that she thinks she imagines it, “I want to do more than just hold your hand,” Johnnie ends up whispering before unraveling herself from Tara, who has to fight to hold herself up right.

“S’orry.” She mutters to those behind her as Johnnie takes the lead, heading right up to the stand, falling into small chatter with the worker before introducing an awkward Tara.

Tara is wide eyed as Johnnie banters back and forth for a little before they both set eyes on Tara.

“What?” Tara raises a brow, finding that she’s zoned out again just gazing at Johnnie socialize.

“You strike me as a apple nacho’s kinda girl.” The male worker says while Johnnie pretends to think about it.

“I’d say a apple cider donut but you’re of course welcome to try whichever or anything else on the board.” Johnnie responds, “on me.”

Tara tilts her head to the side, “what’re you getting?”

“The apple nachos,” Johnnie states.

Tara nods, “then I’ll get the donut…as long as you share.”

“Sure, sure. Anything you want,” Johnnie beams before turning back to the man, “you heard the lady!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He fans Johnnie with a knowing look before shouting out to the cooks off to the side.

With a carton tray full of crisp apple pastries—nachos, a side of caramel, two forks, and a yellow bag full of mini apple cider donuts, the two continued traveling through the large field together.

“Where have these been my entire life?” Tara groans after savoring the dessert.

Johnnie laughs, “right up here on this farm, I take it you’re enjoying those nachos?”

“Enjoying? More like I’d love to marry them! Can’t you tell by the way I’m murdering these bitches?! Perfect crunch on the outside and crisp from the apple on the inside, all with a side of caramel sauce?! It’s so delicious to the point i can’t even apologize for the noises you’re hearing because it’s your fault and I hope we finish them before the rest try to get any.” Tara admits through her rant while Johnnie abruptly stops.

Tara lifts her head, ready to question what was going on but Johnnie steered them in a different direction, “then we better head the other way since they’re all up by the goats and llamas.”

“Good call,” Tara says peeking over her shoulder to see Sam all cuddled up with Danny.

Disgustingly so.

Johnnie’s family farm was nice to be at although the temperature was constantly dropping but there weren’t many people out this evening, which was fine by Tara. The further they circled around the farm the closer they got to one of the rides here. It was the Ali baba—the large swing on the boot of a bulldozer? The pair stood beside each other outside the gate, watching as a few faces disappeared higher into the now gravel colored sky from side to side.

“you think someone died here?” Tara asks around the donut she previously stuffed her freckled face with.

Johnnie glances at tara and rotates to her better ear, “huh?”

The air from the ride and the earth along with the carnival music made it a bit difficult but after tara finishes the donut she speaks a bit louder, repeating the question, “you think someone died here?”

A couple shoot Tara a nasty look as they exit from behind the fence and Johnnie smirks at them with a mocking wave, leaning against the metal gate. Tara let’s out a snort as she leans towards Johnnie.

“Where’s that coming from?” Johnnie sweeps Tara’s bangs to the side.

Tara shrugs, “apparently horror films are not just a one month thing with Mindy. We’re now on your favorite series: final destination.”

Johnnie dips her head in understanding, “Ah,” and almost feels flattered that Tara remembered, “well this farms been open for about fifteen years and that ride’s only been around for the past five maybe? As far I know…no deaths. Why? You wanna get on?”

“Hell yeah I do,” Tara nods with a grin, “and I don’t care that I may puke everything up. As long as you promise to hold my hand.”

Johnnie taps her chin before matching Tara’s smile after lightly pressing their foreheads together, “I think I can do that, babe.”

‘Babe?!’ Tara thinks to herself as Johnnie takes their trash to the nearest barrel before meeting Tara half way with her hand held out.

And Tara doesn’t hesitate as she slips her smaller hand into Johnnie’s tatted one. She gives Tara’s hand a squeeze, fingers interlocked which Tara gazes down at while Johnnie watches Tara. When tara flicks her brown doe eyes back to meet Johnnie’s, they smile sweetly once more, feeling like this could be the start of—nope not something new! but a romance worth taking a stab-wait that’s not right either! chance on.

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#Spotify #queued #scream #scream 2023 #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #Tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #sam carpenter #scream 7 #fall prompts #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin

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graves4girls · 11 months

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☆ i want to be with you | peter quill II

✩ summary: you've taken quite a liking to the ship, and don't plan on leaving anytime soon. ✮ word count: 2.4k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader part 2 also will probs keep this characterization of the reader for my future quill fics ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

You're situated in the common area, handle of your sword in one hand as the other glides the sharpener along the blade when you hear him clamber down the steps, heavy footsteps echoing off the metal interior as he approaches you.

"Getting ready for battle, or what? What's up with the sharpener?"

You roll your eyes, setting down the weapon onto the tabletop in front of you to give him your attention. God knows he'd crumble if you didn't.

"It doesn't hurt to always be prepared…I see you didn't get the memo."

You eye his attire, baggy sweats hanging around his hips and a fitted t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"You don't think I look battle ready? I could totally kick ass in this."

"You're not even wearing shoes. And your hair's a mess. They'd laugh at you and blast your ass into another dimension. C'mere."

You reach a hand out as he pads closer, patting down the wild curls that stick up in every direction and combing your fingers through his hair. He hums as you play with the messy strands, letting his eyes wander your face.

"Do you own a comb? Jesus Christ, or at least use some conditioner."

He winces when your fingers get caught in a tangle, and you murmur an apology as you slowly work out the knot of hair. Your fingers gently pull at the strands until they free from each other, running your nails along his scalp to brush back his bangs before pulling away.

"Is it better?"

You shrug. "A little. I can help you comb it out later. And start conditioning. It does wonders."

He smiles as he settles down in the seat beside you.

"Where'd you get this thing, anyways? It's massive." He picks up the heavy blade, cautiously eyeing the sharp edge.

"My mother made it for me. She wanted me to be able to defend myself in case we were ever invaded again. She taught me how to fight, too."

You reach over his arm to nudge his fingers open, pointing to the small engravings in the leather that wrapped around the handle.

"My father carved these into the handle. It was a collaborative effort, really. He was just as keen on keeping me on guard at all times. They were both my number one fans when it came to my combative skills."

You lift your gaze to find him already staring back, and you suddenly feel so close, leaning over him with your arm still draped over his own. You flush a bit at the realization, clearing your throat as you lean back.

"The only use I get out of it is hacking down branches and shit, though. I've never had to use it on anyone. Well…aside from you, I guess. But that doesn't really count."

He grins, setting it down.

"You were this close to drawing blood." He holds his hand up, gesturing with his index and thumb. "I'm surprised it didn't break the skin, with how sharp you keep this thing."

"I'm glad I didn't, because now I have my own personal space chauffeur."

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you as he feigns hurt.

"So that's what it is? You use me for rides? Some friend you are."

You can see the smile that he fights to keep hidden, and you punch his shoulder weakly.

"I mean, you are the greatest pilot in the universe, right? Who else better to fly me around than you? Unless that was only a bluff, of course."

"You're just trying to butter me up and flatter me, now."

You rest your elbow on the table, chin perched in your hand as you watch him.

"Is it working, Mr. Star-Lord?"

"No…maybe a tiny bit."

You grin, letting a hand tug at his bicep to unfold his arms from each other. "I guess you're kinda cool to hang out with, too. But it's mainly the free rides. Don't let your head get any bigger."

He brushes you off with a small grin, snaking a hand onto the table to snatch your bag of snacks from you, digging into the crinkly package as you roll your eyes.

"This is sufficient enough pay, honestly. I could live off of just this shit."

He stuffs his mouth as he speaks, and you nudge his chin to close his mouth, keeping him quiet as a few of the homemade chips fall from his mouth and onto the table. He throws a lopsided grin at you as he chews, handing back your snack.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my makeshift chips. You're lucky they’re so easy to make, or else I wouldn't be letting you eat so many."

He mumbles something that sounds like gratitude as he finishes the mouthful of food, picking up the remnants of the havoc wreaked onto your snack and tossing them into his mouth as you shake your head. Your eyes fall to his arm, running over the defined muscle as it flexes and relaxes with his movements.

"You like what you see?"

You startle a bit as you meet his eyes, face heating up as he gives you a smug grin.

"How 'bout this? Huh?"

He flexes his bicep, and you shove him away with a groan.

"Chill out, Star-Nerd. I was spacing out. Get your ego in check."

He lowers his arm as you speak, leaning in tauntingly.

"Excuses, excuses. Just admit you can't resist starin' at these guns."

"You wish, asshole. You keep dicking around like that and you're not getting any more chips."

He drops the grin so fast it's funny, and you stifle a laugh as he apologizes profusely.

"You're such a dork. Here, you can have the rest. I'm feeling nice today."

You watch him shuffle around the small kitchen, muttering to himself as he tends to whatever it was exactly that he was doing, headphones perched over his ears and music far too loud to be safe for his hearing. You slowly pad up to him, tapping a finger on his shoulder opposite you and grinning when he turns to find nothing, whipping around to glare down at you.

"Couldn't resist, sorry. What are you doing? I thought you went to sleep."

You lean against the countertop beside him, nudging one of the earpads from his ear so you were sure he'd hear you. He shrugs a bit, gazing at you as he shifts.

"Couldn't stay asleep. What are you doing out here?"

"No different from you, I suppose. It's freezing on this thing. I'm used to the humid climate on my planet, not the frigid emptiness of space."

He hums quietly, falling silent. You watch him for a while, just taking him in, in all his sleepy, mussed haired glory. You knit your brows together when he starts to sway his hips, biting back a chortle.

"What are you doing?"

He smiles down at you, stepping away from the counter and holding a hand out to you.

"Dancing. C'mon."

You stare at his hand, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't dance. Besides, it's much more entertaining just watching you."

He gives a small pout, catching your hand in his own and pulling you to bump against his chest, letting his other hand fall to settle against your waist.

"Everyone can dance. They just need the right teacher, and lucky for you, I happen to be among the best of the best."

"I don't even know what song you're listening to, so how am I supposed to dance?"

He tugs the headphones off to hang around his neck, cranking the volume up until it can't go any higher, and you can faintly hear the slow melody blasting through the small speakers. You roll your eyes, pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to push away, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist securely, keeping you glued to him.

"You're such a nerd."

You watch that stupid grin work its way onto his lips, and he slowly begins to sway you back and forth, big hands firm against your waist. "You're the one who wanted to join me on the ship. Nobody to blame but yourself."

"You should come with a disclaimer. Because I definitely did not sign up for dance sessions in the middle of the kitchen when we're supposed to be asleep."

He draws back to spin you around, and you grumble quietly as he tugs you into his chest once more.

"You like me a lot more than you let on. This is all just a façade, and you know it. You're practically swooning right now."

You can't hide the smile that tugs at your lips, shoving his face away when he leans in to tease you.

"In your dreams, maybe. You're insufferable."

"And yet here you are, following my every move without hesitation. You sure are full of contradictions."

Your face heats up at his words, and you let your hands push half-heartedly at his biceps, a weak attempt at getting him to free you.

"You live to torment me, I swear. I'm regretting ever helping you."

He chuckles quietly, and you swear you almost melt entirely at the way he hugs you closer, flush against his chest as he steps side to side.

"You'd never be able to resist the Star-Lord charm. I would've wooed you regardless."

"You are so unbelievably corny. How is it this is the same man that saved the galaxy, hmm?" You poke a finger lightly against his chest, smoothing your hand over the muscle as his grin widens.

"I'm telling you, it's my charm. I'm just too good. Just admit you're absolutely head over heels."

You stare at him with faux humorlessness, flicking your finger against his forehead and laughing as he recoils, hands retreating to rub at the abused spot as you chortle.

"That was uncalled for. Inciting violence when I'm trying to be a gentleman and dance with my lady."

You raise your eyebrows, a humored smile playing on your lips. "Your lady, huh? I have an inkling to believe you're the one who's head over heels."

He stammers, stumbling over his words at your implication, and you swat at his chest playfully.

"Just messing with you. Don't get all flustered, Star-Lord. What happened to your tough little demeanor?" You throw another small smile before slipping past him. "You've tuckered me out with your dance lesson. C'mon, you need the sleep, too."

You reach to grab his hand, pulling him along to drag him to his bunk. He quietly protests the suggestion as you step into his quarters, pouting once more as you reach to tug the headphones from around his neck, flipping off the device and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the cushion.

"You'll have more than enough time to torture me after getting some sleep. You look exhausted."

You rake your fingers through his mussed hair, and he sighs softly.

"Can…can you stay here until I fall asleep, at least? I find it easier when you're here."

"As long as it gets you to shut up."

He frowns at your words, making a show of flopping onto his side with his back facing you, feigning agitation. You huff out a small laugh, reaching to pull the thin blanket over him, perching yourself on the edge of the bed to let your fingers massage his scalp.

"You comfy?"

He flips over to look at you, nodding with a small smile plastered on his face.

"Very."

He nearly purrs as you play with curly blond strands, thumbing over his cheekbone whenever your hand nears his face, feeling the stubble across his cheek. His eyes fall shut, leaning into your touch as his breathing slows.

"How 'bout a goodnight kiss? For good luck." He teases, eyes still closed as he purses his lips playfully.

You think for a moment before dipping your head, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his temple, and he jumps a bit at the unexpected contact.

"Don't get excited. That's all you're getting. Learn to be humble."

You watch him intently, but he keeps his eyes closed, though you don't miss the way he tries to fight the dumb smile that pulls at his lips.

He emerges from his nest hours later, hair ruffled and messy as he yawns, hand scratching at the line of hair that disappears beneath the band of his sweatpants as he pads over to the stool you're situated on. You lift your gaze from the small book pinched between your fingers, clamping a hand over your mouth at the sight, giggling behind your palm.

"What are you laughing at? I just woke up. Cut me some slack."

"No, you –you look cute. Aside from the drool stain."

You pick a napkin from the table to wipe at his face, and he leans into your touch, mind still laced with sleep as he melts into your hand.

"You think I'm cute? I knew you were swooning."

You roll your eyes, nudging his jaw as you pull away. "What did I say? Humble yourself. Your head's already big enough."

He plops down beside you, laying his cheek onto the cool tabletop and staring up at you, reaching a hand out to toy with your fingers. He thumbs over your knuckles, silent as he slowly regains complete consciousness. You let him fidget as your eyes pan across the open book in front of you, humming with a small laugh as you feel him pull at your hand to tangle in his hair. Your nails scrape gently across his scalp, drawing quiet, content murmurs from his lips as he sits beside you.

"So, can we talk about it? I mean, if you want to, of course."

He watches as you close the book, and you tuck a few stray curls behind his ear as you look down at him.

"What do you want me to say?"

He stares for a moment before speaking.

"I don't know. I guess…I just wanna know what this is. Between us, I mean. Because I can't keep acting like this is just friendly. Like, is it more, or am I confused?"

You smile at him, scooting your seat closer.

"I'd like to say it's more, if you want to. I do like you, Peter."

He lifts his head from the table, eyes searching your expression.

"Like, like like me?"

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, nodding. "Yes, like like. I'd be stupid not to."

He stills for a good few moments, drawing his brows together.

"I think that's the first time you've used my first name."

"Yeah? Do you not like it?"

He's quick to shake his head, and you grin at him.

"No, I really like it. You should do it more often."

"I'll remember that."

You watch him, eyes flickering to his lips as he leans in closer.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'd like you to."

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jasscheeks · 10 months

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bully; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x fem!reader

finding the two of you in another tight situation, suna finally gets the answer he’d been waiting for. but he quickly fumbles when he forgets to formally ask you to be his girlfriend.

warnings: i mean they make out? it gets a little steamy but nothing too crazyy, light cursing, confessions, LAST PART!!

i took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack

tell a friend to tell a friend

SHES BAAAACK

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"so," he began, wandering hands creeping along your sides, "ever heard of deja vu?" he asked lowly, earning a sharp glare from you.

the two of you found yourselves in yet another closed space, the club room's closet for imagination.

"can you shut up?" you whispered harshly. pulling him away from the door, you sent him flying toward the equipment in the back. of course, he didn't make it that far but he loved to see you try. pressing your ear against the door you tried to catch onto the conversation outside.

before being cooped up in the closet, suna decided it was a good time to collect his daily dose of you. he'd come into the clubroom, once again teasing you as per usual with his eyes on your lips unabashedly. he knocked over pens, sneering as you narrowed your eyes at him but still picked them up. and he followed your gaze as you stood up, sending warmth throughout your body. but you were quick to forget that as he was swiftly moving on to the next thing to meddle with.

he bounced from corner to corner with you, trailing behind to keep him from messing up the room you'd just organized. he didn't stop until you had him cornered, only for him to make some snarky comment. something along the lines of "did i ever tell you i like dominant girls?" but you weren't listening.

quickly, he once again had you roped into his arms, a place you found was very warm and comforting. turning the tables on you, he had you pinned to the very closet you two hid in. with his lips alone, he was able to make you melt in the simplest of ways and as much you deny it, he was prying his way to your heart. he always saw you, literally and metaphorically. he felt you like no one. you could say you're addicted to him, but that would be admitting too much for your likes.

a calloused hand held onto your face as he kissed you sensually. the other hand traveled down your back trying to sneakily cop a feel, but you were a step ahead as you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he moved any further. as expected, he was smiling into that kiss, pressing even harder into you after the fact.

but hearing the coaches just outside the door sent you into a panic. you were too close to pretend you were doing nothing, too close to get away from each other, and frankly, you didn't think you could stop now. so opening the door behind you, you both fell in closing the door behind you.

"their conversation can't stop us from continuing you know?" he whispered, softly leaning on a shelf. "can't we keep it going in here?" a frown grew on his face as you continued to ignore him, clearly invested in the conversation outside. little did he know, you were waiting until they left so you could continue without any fear.

just as you heard the two outside leaving the room, you felt something soft bounce off the top of your head landing at your feet. you turned around to see him, a pack of cotton balls in his hands as he froze. a smirk grew on his face as you finally looked his way. "oho~ what? did they finally leave?" he asked with his lips curled into a smug grin.

you huffed, ears burning as you stomped towards him. you couldn't believe you were the one doing this, you'd never been the one to initiate it, but feeling his gaze on you made you want to prove yourself even more. "just...kiss me already," you stared at him through half-lidded eyes as you grabbed a fist-full of his practice jersey. "that's what you wanted, right?"

you wondered why he stood there, staring down at you. you thought that maybe showing a new side of you would end up like that, usually by now he'd be all over you. but he simply leaned his head to the side, leering down at you. "is that not what you want too?" he asked. "don't you want to kiss me too?"

frozen, your hand slowly loosened its grasp on him. he wasn't smiling anymore, instead he was imagining the gears in your brain turning and twisting to think of an answer. and when you didn't give him one, he began to feel a tickling sensation at his heart, the organ dropping to his stomach as the two of you sat on in silence.

"don't you like kissing me too? i mean, we're together every passing period, (y/n). after everything we've done, don't we both like—this?" he gestured between the two of you, eyes scanning the expression on your face. "don't you like me too?" he whispered.

as much as he was right, you couldn't help but look away, face flushing at the thought of it. after the last time, he led you into the locker room, it set off a fire in both of your cores. suddenly one peck wasn't enough, one little kiss wasn't cutting it for the two of you. soon the two of you were sneaking away just to have each other, pulling each other off to the sides just to "chat."

even on the weekends when atsumu and osamu would bring him along to laze around your home, he was sneaking away to spend some time with you. he'd spend the few minutes he had cuddling in your bed, kissing your lips and face all over but not without a few teasing comments here and there. your time together never lasted long though, as you were always pushing him away before the twins noticed he was gone longer than a bathroom break should take.

not to mention you weren't as pissy as you usually were when the twins stopped by toting suna around with them. during those times, you were able to get a glimpse of what it would be like to date suna, a peek at what being suna rintarou's girlfriend would be like. and you had to admit every aspect of it was everything you could ever ask for.

he was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you, treating you like a princess. most of the time he was content with just having you in his arms, it didn't matter if you kissed or not. but his snarky nature never left, he still found the energy to tease you, now in newer more touchy ways. he framed his words perfectly, always getting his point across the first time around. when his lips met yours time and time again and his sweet words would meet your ears, he made sure his intentions with you were crystal clear, clearer than a diamond.

you wondered if your friends noticed just how much time you were spending away if they noticed you were always missing during passing periods and sometimes at lunch, and if they could see how much happier you were and how your eyes sparkled at the mention of suna. contrary to the look of absolute distaste anytime suna's name was mentioned just months before, you believed there had to be some type of change. most importantly, you wondered if atsumu noticed the change. you wondered if he noticed that you stopped walking home with him and osamu so often since he would already have swept you away, a sneaky hand intertwining with yours. and finally that made you come back to your senses.

"t-think about atsumu, suna. the team too, they'll think of me as the girl who joined just to get around. and if it's even true that atsumu likes me..." you stared into his eyes, detecting the confusion in them. "...i don't want to hurt what we have," you voiced to him, truly you were scared that not just atsumu would see you two, but you can feel something hanging in your heart, something heavy and desperately trying to pry itself free.

he threw his eyebrows up as he stood up straight, "think about atsumu?" he repeated, his voice condensed. "(y/n), think about me— think about us, who gives a shit about what they think?" he began, a hand pressing against his chest. "i know you care for him, i do too, but you and i— isn't there something here?" his voice cracked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

you stare into the space, now suddenly unable to meet his eyes. your lips were trembling to say more, say something. you know what you feel, you know what you want to say to him but you can't force the words to the surface. so instead you sat in silence, his eyes staring holes into your face as you tried to gather your words.

flashes of what you see when you're with him pass through your mind. his rare smile that somehow only you get to see, that chuckle you can't help but get butterflies every time you hear, the hums of satisfaction that come from the both of you as he snuggles up close to you with his strong arms around you. there's only one reason why your heart beats so fast when you're around him, why your core warms when he hugs you, and why your eyes sparkle when you look at him.

you never thought this would be the way you would tell him though.

every time you imagined telling him how you feel, you imagined something sweet and romantic, like on your doorstep as you both say bye, or at one of his games. you imagined yourself running to him, after a successful game and kissing the life out of him, just to part and blurt out how much you were falling for him.

"(y/n)," he calls, his hands reaching for you, needy fingers crawling along your waist. he was grabbing at your jacket, a customized manager jacket the third years had gifted you with your last name on the back. oh, how he fantasized that it was his name across your back instead. but as his hands pull you in close, his head drops down to look at you. "aren't we something?" he's looking nowhere but you.

that catches your attention as you're immediately looking up at him. your greeted with his hooded hazel eyes, staring lazily into yours. he's not glancing but head-on staring at your lips, watching as you bite the insides on them before he's back at your eyes. but you're guilty of it too, your eyes glancing down to his lips every so often. you know how they feel, how soft he always feels against your lips, and how much you'd give to feel him again.

"we..." you begin, your heart filling with adoration just staring into his eyes. "if i kiss you right now, would you return it?" as those soft words leave your lips and fall onto his open ears, his lips curl into a grin.

his hands pull you in closer as if you weren't already close. "i don't know, you just might have to find ou—," he can't finish his sentence because you're already smashing your lips on his. it stuns him for just a second before he's moving along with you, an arm wrapping around your body.

you're sweet on his lips, that sugary taste of your chapstick rubbing off on his tongue. he's addicted, craving for more of your sweet, sweet taste as he presses further into you. hearing your gasps, he breaks away, for just a second his lips meeting your cheeks, your chin, all the way down your neck. and that's when you say it, those three words he's always dreamt of you uttering.

it makes him stop in his tracks, his hands tightening around your frame. "...what?" he asks, the softness of his own voice startling him. he looks for your eyes, only to find them mirroring his signature lazy look.

your hands meet his cheeks, your thumbs circling shapes on his skin before you're smiling toward him. "i’m not going to pretend anymore, rin, and i never should’ve pretended in the first place, but,” you peck his lips, giggling when he follows your fleeting presence. "i like you so much."

he stares, heart thumping louder than before, cheeks as red as a fire truck, and core as warm as the sun. he's gonna pass out from happiness at this point, and in this moment you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. even with the horrible lighting and lack thereof, he thinks you look absolutely breathtaking. he never thought he could fall any deeper in love with you, but hearing you utter his nickname, telling him you love him, he might just have to go back to the drawing board on that theory. "you like me..."

you're nodding, your hands pulling him to hover over your lips, "i like you..."

in a split second, he's pressing back into you, continuing what you started. "i love you more," he's whispering against your lips, keeping a firm grip on your waist. this time you let his hands travel further, a sneaking hand meeting the sides of your butt, the other pressing against the small of your back. he's different somehow, more needy and demanding with his hands.

but you don't get to see this side of him for long before the two of you hear a distant,

"hey, where's suna?"

—

you're rushing again, like every morning before school.

you didn't decide to get up and get ready for school until you absolutely had to. and every time you spent your mornings repeatedly pressing snooze just to get a few more minutes of sleep, you regretted it every single time. although this morning it seems you have more done than usual and a lot more time than you thought.

your book bag is ready to go, surprisingly your phone is fully charged, and your mom had whipped up something quick for you to eat. usually, you'd just grab a bowl of cereal or a bagel and some fruit for your breakfast, just something light and simple, so thank goodness your mom had work as well. though she had already left, taking your younger siblings to school.

on the way downstairs, you're fumbling with the tie on your uniform, the one step you usually got atsumu or osamu to do. but today, something made you want to learn how to do it yourself. but that whim falls short as you can see atsumu and osamu walking up to your house through the glass panes. your eyes quickly find the analog clock that sits above the front door. they're early, way too early.

and of course, guess who's towing around with them. you can see him look up at your house, possibly looking up at your room, and for the millionth time, you feel butterflies.

but instead of dwelling on suna any longer, you swing the door open before they reach it, meeting atsumu's surprised eyes. not long after he's smiling your way, clearly tickled by you. "looks like you were waiting for us, hm?" he mused, catching his balance on your porch.

"you're early today," you replied, watching as he just shrugged pointing to suna who trailed behind the two twins.

"someone wanted to tag along," he quipped, walking towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets. his twin and suna crowded around your door. osamu muttering a good morning to you, while suna just stared on. not at you, but out into the neighborhood, at the house next door, you presumed.

sighing, you moved aside so they could come inside. "get in, i'll be down in a bit."

with that they shuffled into your house, their tall frames somehow making the spacious entryway look small. the three resumed their spots on the couch while you hurried up the stairs. you looked down at them from the railing, eyes immediately going towards suna.

he watched as the twins made themselves comfortable on your couch, pulling out their phones and scrolling through the apps. and before you could realize since your eyes were trained on his fluffy hair, he was looking up at you. you flinch away, tearing your gaze away to the door of your room. but you had a feeling about what was coming next, he'd be up here soon and you knew it.

so instead you tried to make yourself busy with this tie. you tried going underneath and through, even the bunny loop and pull, but nothing was working. you were planning on scrapping the whole thing and just leaving the tie lesson for another day, but you didn't like the sound of giving up that easily. so instead you reach for your phone, typing up an easy tutorial on how to tie a tie.

about halfway through the tutorial you finally begin to grasp the concept, actually finding it a bit easier than you were making it. so pausing the video, you decide to try for yourself. that is until you feel something pull the piece of fabric away from your hands and neck. quickly turning around, suna has your tie in between his fingers, his lips curl into a grin as he bounces it between his hands. "after all these years of wearing a uniform, you don't know how to tie a tie?" he jeered.

despite your butterflies coming back to plague you, your annoyance overpowers them at the moment as he plays with your tie. "suna, give me back my tie." you demand, as calm as you can be.

"hmm...you're gonna have to fight me for it," he shrugs before twirling the end around his fingers and bounding it up.

"you're gonna wrinkle it!" you reached for it, but he quickly moves it above his head, softly grinning as you huff at him. "not so fast there, just let me help you." his eyes follow you as you lunge at him once, but he moves the tie backward making you end up just a little closer to him. thankfully, your hands reach out for his arm to steady yourself before you completely fall on top of him.

regaining your balance(with his help), you reach for it one more time. "just give it back, suna, i can tie my own tie." you call, to which he shakes his head as he moves farther into your room, holding your tie even higher than before.

he's dragging you with, finding himself pushing against your clothes rack one more time. look at your arm that's outstretched for this red tie, he grabs that instead, his hand still holding onto the tie. "i'm finding that hard to believe..." he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "shh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?”

those hazel eyes of his are taunting you once more, basically laughing in your face without even pulling a smile. but somehow, the butterflies are still there. they're swarming in your stomach once you realize how close you are to him. you huff, trying to play off how warm your body is getting just looking into his eyes. "suna, let go of me," your voice is quieter this time, considering his words, but it still has that indignant edge laced into it. you let go of his arm before you try to back away from him, but he's pulling you right back in.

this time, you're hands are splayed on his thighs, your body slotting between his legs so you have room to stand. "just let me do your tie for you," he asked, eyes pleading to do it. you can feel your heart beating like crazy, the sound so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears. you're scared he can hear it, that he can feel your heartbeat permeating throughout your body.

so instead of fighting him anymore, you comply with his wishes, letting him begin his work on your tie. "pay attention, i'm only doing this once, alright?" he asked, his eyes glancing up at yours, taking just one quick peek at your pouty lips. so, reluctantly, you're watching what he's doing, watching the steps he's going through. he goes a bit fast and the tie looping around is a little confusing, but you seem to catch on just fine. he smoothes out your collar and your blazer as well as your tie.

when he's done, he presses a kiss to your forehead leaving you looking up at him surprised. he smiles your way, before he's standing up from leaning on your clothes rack, his hands meeting your waist to slightly move you to the side. "come on they're probably waiting for us," he walks towards the side of your bed, picking up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

but you can't let him leave like this, not when he's got to be the one to take care of you. "wait, rin," he stops immediately hearing that nickname fall from your lips. his hair disheveled, almost like he didn't comb it this morning. "what's going on with your hair today?" you ask, as he bends down for you to fix it.

"i didn't have any time to do anything to it, the twins were gonna leave me," he found himself leaning towards your touch, finding your fingers combing through his hair a lot more therapeutic than ever. "and i wanted to see you, so..." he trailed off, making your hands stop for a moment. he tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours.

your cheeks had riled themselves up again, burning even more than before as he was smiling at you. so you push his face away before going to grab your backpack from him. "can you just give me my bag?" you try to avoid his gaze, outstretching your hand for him to hand it to you.

but he just holds onto the strap harder turning away from your hand, "no, i'm your boyfriend, right? so as your boyfriend, i want to carry your things." he adjusted the bag, seemingly a little lighter than he expected.

you pause physically and mentally, your mind stuck on one word. maybe it was the way he said it so nonchalantly, not a single sign of a stutter or hesitation laced his voice that made you so shocked. "my boyfriend?" you repeated to which he nodded.

"well yeah, i mean, you remember yesterday...right?" there it was, that embarrassment you were looking for earlier. he looked away, cheeks growing red as he reached a hand up to ruffle his freshly combed hair.

you reach for his hand, taking it away from his hair. "you haven't even asked me properly..." you squinted, eyebrows curving upwards and your mouth curving into a frown.

he can see the disappointment forming on your face, and his stomach begins to churn with guilt. "since we already know how we both feel, we could just...skip that part," he shrugged, watching as your face only scrunched up even more, leading you to shake your head no.

"skip it?" he's making it worse, so much worse. you're looking at him as if he was breaking up with you, a thing he couldn't even imagine doing.

"no, i don't mean it like that—," he begins but the two of you hear atsumu calling for you downstairs.

"(y/n), we're about to leave you with your best friend suna!" he called, snickering as you could hear his footsteps towards the front door.

turning towards suna, you're grabbing your backpack from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. but he's quick to grab your arm, like many times before, he's turning you to look at him. "will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" he asks quickly, "and...i," he hesitates, searching your eyes for any hint of approval, but he can't find any.

so instead, he lets go, watching as you walk out the door and towards the two twins downstairs.

"and...i love you, shit, why can't i say it to her now?"

"was that our first fight as a couple?"

the entire walk to school, you ignored him. ultimately you left him with osamu to walk in the front with atsumu, making the boy fume with jealousy. he thought he had nothing to fear now that he knew how you felt about him, but seeing you chat so freely with atsumu, he had another thing coming.

he knew your temper very well, and he knew just what to do to run your patience short, but this was something different. he doesn't understand what made you so mad this time. obviously, it was him, but what did he do to make you this mad? what did he do to make you so mad that you're laughing at atsumu's jokes in front of him?

he just had to keep reminding himself that he's the guy you've kissed, cuddled, and even told you like him. not much can change in a day, right? right?

he's not sure now. it's been a few hours and you're still actively avoiding him. during the classes the two of you have with each other, you didn't look his way not once. instead, you made yourself busy with the people around you, engaging in conversation with everyone but him.

even during passing periods, he can't find you to talk about things. but throughout the periods, he either saw you with your little group of friends or with atsumu trailing next to you. not only did it make him a little jealous, but he was beginning to miss you.

he missed your agitated tone scolding him, your lips pouting in such a cute manner, and even the way you'd glare in his direction when he was caught staring at you. he just missed your overall presence. yes, you were still here, but you weren't giving him any sort of attention.

so seeing as you weren't going to talk to him, it's about time he started talking to other people.

"ojiro," he calls to his upperclassmen sitting next to him. he hums before looking up at him, stopping his chopsticks from picking up more food. he looks around first, searching for the girl in question, "i was watching this...show, and it's about this girl and this guy." he explains slowly, making ojiro raise an eyebrow at him.

but suna continues even as ojiro takes a long sip from his drink. "and they both like each other, so the guy thinks that since they like each other, they're basically dating," he huffs suddenly getting embarrassed recalling the conversation in his head. "but the girl...she doesn't think so."

as he finishes, he waits for ojiro to put his drink down. when he's done his eyes never once leave suna's, somehow making the boy nervous for his answer. "is this about you?" he asked.

immediately suna is shaking his head no. "no, no! it's NOT, about me. just answer this," he cleared his throat trying to regain his posture. "if they already told each other they like each other, aren't they together already?"

"well if neither of them asked, then no. she can't be your girlfriend if you never asked her to be your girlfriend," he answered, still making it seem like this story was about suna.

"alright thanks, and it's not about me, it's a TV show," he angrily picked up his chopsticks, "and don't tell anyone i said this."

they continue eating in silence, ojiro shrugged as he also picked up his chopsticks as well.

"then what's the show called?"

"i don't remember."

—

"wait one second, someone's at the door," you excused yourself from the couch you and your friends lounged on. so far, without suna or atsumu around you had a lot more time to spend with your other friends.

a few days have passed and there's still no sign of suna anywhere. the two of you hadn't talked since he walked you to school with the twins. and that was on tuesday, it's saturday now.

sometimes you wondered if you were being a little hard on him, the look in his eyes when he asked you to be his girlfriend stuck in your brain. it was rushed, almost like he was panicking. in the moment you were a little annoyed with him, not mad or upset, just irritated. but those feelings have long passed, and you wished you had just said yes then.

to admit it, you missed him. like a lot. usually, on days like this, it'd be him, atsumu, and osamu coming over to hang around your house and watch volleyball. but seeing your other friends on the couch where those three used to sit, kind of made you feel weird.

you shake it off though, hearing the person behind the door ring the bell again. as you open the door, you're met with a giant bouquet of roses, the fragrance hitting you all at once. but seeing as the bouquet is so big, you can't see the holder's face. "um...hello?" you asked, slowly inching to close the door again.

"(y/n)?" he peeks from behind the roses, revealing his tidy new hairstyle and the corduroy jacket that clung to his body. he'd somehow got his hair to slick back, revealing his forehead. "(y/n), i—," before he said anything else, you quickly pushed him back onto your porch and rushed out there with him.

you hurry to shut the door before your friends realize he's here. "what are you doing here?" you frantically ask him.

"well, i was just about to ask you out," he replied with a little bit of a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "who's in there?" he asked, to which you peeked at the windows behind you, praying they weren't secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.

"my friends are over, this is the only saturday i'm not busy so," you shrugged, crossing your arms, you look back at him, finally taking in the full fit. he came decked out in a dressy white t-shirt with a tan corduroy jacket on top, complete with some black jeans and new balance tennis shoes. you couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "what is this?" your eyes trace his new look, lingering on the bouquet that was just in your face.

he watched over you, seeing the smile you were fighting back. even with your red pajama pants with tiny dogs scattered all over them, he still found you to be the most breathtaking person on the planet. "supposed to be my way of properly asking you to be my girlfriend," and there it was, that smile he was waiting for. he reached for your hand pulling you in close as he intertwined your fingers. "you know thinking about you is my favorite past-time, and these past few days all i could think about was you." he spoke so softly, a pace much different than his usual deadpan voice. you could basically hear the affection in his words.

"i didn't know if i should show up to your house apologizing or if i should've called, asking what your favorite flowers were," "is this a good time to tell you roses are my favorite?" you cut him off, and for the first time he finally noticed the hearts in your eyes. his heart pounds against his chest, his own heart eyes on display to you. "i'll just say i took an educated guess then."

"i've loved you since...since that one time you walked into the men's restroom in our third year of middle school," he chuckled seeing you visibly cringe at the memory, "when you continued about your business even after seeing me washing my hands, ugh...you were pretty back then too, pretty and headstrong."

"suna!" you called, your free hand latching onto his shoulder trying to make him stop laughing. "how do you remember that? i told you to forget that even happened."

"because it was you, why would i forget?" he reasoned before seeing the look on your face, shrugging as he leaned into your hand that pushed his hair back. "alright, but i knew i loved you when i saw you in the cheer section during one of our games. we lost, but you still came down to console us, and even if you did hate me back then you were still so nice to me," he switched back to his sweet and gentle voice, his eyes calmly tracing over your features, "for years i've loved you and only you,

and if you'll have me, will you let me love you for more years to come as my girlfriend?" he watched the smile on your lips grow bigger and bigger, making his own lips curl into one.

"hmmm, i don't know," you teased, head tilting as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, before he was leaning in so tantalizingly slow, so you moved along with him.

he placed his hand on your waist, the other that still held the bouquet wrapped around as well. "you don't know?" he repeated, matching your playful tone. "the smile on your face says otherwise," he finally leans in, his lips pressing against yours, something he'd been yearning to do since he saw you.

breathing in his scent, you could smell the sweet smell of his cologne, taste the warmth on his lips as he tilted his head pulling you in even deeper. all you could think about was suna when he had you in his arms like this, all you could feel was him as you're fighting back giggles from how happy you felt. so you let them go, laughing into the kiss, only for him to ask what's so funny?

"i love you," you said in between kisses, fingers lacing through his combed hair. he was smiling along with you, your teeth hitting each other. "what?" you asked eyes opening to meet his.

his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, leaving you melting in his hands like putty, "you love me now?" don't even get you started on his voice, as he reaches a deeper point, it matched the smooth and gentle mood the two of you had created.

you nodded, pecking the corner of his lips. "i loved you in that storage closet but i was too nervous to say it." just hearing your explanation had him chuckling and holding you even tighter against him.

as the two of you leaned back in once more, you both pause as you heard rounds of distant squealing coming from inside your house piercing through the calm air.

turning around, you were checking the windows again only to see your friends peaking through the blinds at you two, smiles and shocked gazes on all of their faces. and immediately you felt your entire body warm up.

you knew they'd react like this, your entire friend group was labeled as very dramatic. you knew the moment you walked back into those doors, they'd have pictures upon pictures and videos to show you, documenting every second they could of you and suna. the thought alone had butterflies swarming all around your stomach. but maybe reliving the moment through a different perspective didn't sound too bad.

you turn back to him, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried to hide from your friends' stares. but it wasn't doing much as you could still feel the heat of their eyes on you. "yeah, i clocked them a few minutes ago, but kissing you was a lot more important, you know?" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you into a deep embrace. but that just caused more gasping and squealing from your friends. "guess we can tell them we're together now, hm? we can always start small."

"please...be quiet,"

<- previous part

it’s over!! let’s all pretend they told atsumu on their own time bc idk how to write it without it being cringe 💔

but thank you so much for reading!

now onto the next thing 😼

reblogs help a lot!!

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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This is my last request, this one goes for the winter requests. It can be whether platonic or romantic.

Upon realizing that Knuckles was absent from the Christmas festivities, like every year, because he was guarding the Master Emerald, the reader decides to spend the holidays with the echidna and keep him company on this special day. So, they fly to the island with a gift they want to give Knuckles.

This display of affection melts Knuckles' heart and this feeling only grows more intense as they participate in more winter activities together (like snowball fights and ice skating in a frozen lake). It gets to the point that Knuckles wishes the reader could stay with him for much more than just one day.

Sure! Here you go! Sorry for plot holes :( Darling is assumed to be Mobian.

Happy Holidays... To Me!

Yandere! Knuckles The Echidna Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior implied, Knuckles is implied to have a crush on you but you're currently friends, Slight violence but not towards you, Isolation/Kidnapping, Forced companionship and potential relationship.

The Tornado's blades whirr as you make your way through the sky to Angel Island. A present sits in your lap while you pilot the plane. You could barely contain the glee on your face.

Knuckles was usually never able to participate in holiday festivities with everyone. As a result, since he's your best friend, you decided to visit the guardian. Tails even let you use the Tornado to get there.

Snow flurries through the sky as you prepare to land. The island was slowly becoming more white as you exit the Tornado. You quickly grab your present and run off in search of the echidna.

It wasn't much but you wanted to show you thought of him. You wandered through the snow in warm gear until you saw your red friend by the emerald.

You frown, he looked so cold. Was this what he did every winter? You sigh and approach him.

“Hey, Knuckles!” You call to the echidna who gives you a surprised expression when you stand in front of him. You swore you saw his cheeks flush red… but he's most likely just cold.

“H-Hey… what are you doing here?” Knuckles asks and you giggle.

“Tails let me borrow the Tornado, I didn't want you alone during this time of year again. The others were a bit busy I guess.” You explain, holding up the box you got him. “I got you this~”

Knuckles gaze swaps to the box and he looks intrigued. You… care about him that much? Due to being isolated for so long he feels flattered and a bit shy.

“For me?” He whispers and you nod.

“Of course! Open it!” You chirp, giving him the box. Knuckles carefully takes the box before opening it. He wants to savor the moment.

His eyes widen when he sees what's inside.

Warm winter gear greets his eyes, all lovingly picked out by you to endure the cold. Next to it all was some grapes, a blanket, and some hot chocolate packets. Was that ice skates, too?

Knuckles goes silent for a moment. You begin to worry he may hate your gift. Instead, Knuckles was taking it all in.

You care for him… this much… what did he do to deserve you?

“Um… there's an electric kettle in the Tornado to make the cocoa-” You clear your throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes… I'm just really happy right now.” Knuckles smiles at you. Truth is, everything was more than okay. Knuckles had you… and presents you lovingly gave him. He couldn't be happier.

“Perfect! Now, what do you say we go have some fun?” You smile. Knuckles hesitantly looks at the Emerald before looking at you. “We won't be far, come on!”

Knuckles agrees to go with you. Yet before you jump into the winter games you help him put on the winter gear and have a few grapes with him. Afterwards you head out into the snow.

Knuckles never felt so loved….

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Knuckles never thought he'd have so much fun. You both played in the snow, ice skated on lakes, and then settled down for cocoa. Knuckles felt anything you did with him eased his tension.

The snow was cold but your winter gear helped. It felt just as warm as you while he helped you sculpt snow art. Seeing you so happy made him happy.

Knuckles struggled to have grace while ice skating, yet you managed to help him. You picked him up when he fell and merely encouraged him. Normally such a fighter he wasn't used to doing such a graceful task

Lastly, the cocoa tasted great with you. You had wrapped the blanket around you two and settled down beside a fire. Knuckles couldn't stop his cheeks from flaring due to you caring so much.

In fact… Knuckles didn't want things to end.

While you were distracted with preparing something else to do, Knuckles left quickly. You didn't notice him wandering to the Tornado. Due to how far things were you barely noticed him breaking it.

Why should the fun end? He rarely gets to see you except for when Eggman strikes. Knuckles keeps using that to reassure himself as he pushes the wreckage off the edge. Part of him felt bad… yet at the same time he seemed very excited to have you.

Knuckles then begins his walk back to you. There's an unusual jump in his step, yet when you ask about it he brushes it off. It's just the holiday spirit!

Sure… this may cause problems later! But it's been so lonely without anyone to talk to. Why don't you stay with him through the winter?

Why stop there? Why not stay with him forever?

You're the best present he could've ever asked for in his mind.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere knuckles the echidna #yandere knuckles

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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months

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Bittersweet Goodbye - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: Bittersweet Goodbye

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Some OCs (Mentioned), and Jaime's family (Mentioned)

WC: 3,311

Warnings: Pre Blue Beetle, some google translate was used, bittersweet duh, nicknames, crying, teasing, cursing, goodbyes, mini angst, and fluff

Walking hand-in-hand, you and Jaime wandered down a pebbly path that led away from campus and into a small park. The sun was shining down upon the two of you, the air was nice and warm, and you could hear birds chirping in the distance. Looking up at the trees looming over you both, you took in a deep breath before letting it out. Jaime turned his head slightly so he could look at you, smiling softly as he watched you breathe deeply. You looked absolutely beautiful, he thought, as you gazed up into the blue sky above, light glinting off your hair. He couldn't help but admire how pretty you were.

Feeling his stare, you met his gaze, tilting your head slightly, "It's nice being here," You said, "Isn't it?"

He nodded in response, "Yeah," He replied, looking out around him, "It really is." You were both a bit too busy to go back to the small park, with tests, finals, and planning graduation popping up.

You hummed, leading him over to a familiar bench. The bench was pretty old, made of dark wood. A silver plaque was placed on the middle of the backrest, with the words, ‘I’ll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms.' Harold Jones to Samantha Everdean.’ You always wondered about the bench’s backstory. Why was it made, what was the story behind the plaque? What couple used to sit here, like you and Jaime did? "It's been a while since we've been here." You spoke up, turning your gaze to the small pond where a couple of ducks swam.

Jaime nodded, letting out a small sigh, "Yeah," Looking around, he took in the scenery before turning to you, his soft voice grabbing your attention, "Graduation's right around the corner..."

"Yeah," You let out a small laugh, your smile turning into a melancholy one, "Tomorrow... We'll be Pre-Law graduates." Your eyes began to well with tears at that statement. "I’m excited." You finished, lightly clearing your throat, your fist pressing briefly to your closed mouth.

You and Jaime had been together ever since the beginning of both of your second years of college. Instantly there was some sort of connection, you couldn't get over how compassionate and wonderful Jaime was. His gentle nature and caring heart had always intrigued you so much; chivalry wasn't dead, that's for sure, he proved it daily. And Jaime loved how real you were, always happy and trying to help others; he just loved how much you cared, how witty you were; your little jokes always brightened his day. It didn't take long for Jaime to finally get the courage to ask you out on a date a couple weeks after your first encounter... And well, the rest was history.

Sitting in the peaceful, yet bittersweet silence, you felt yourself begin to relax into Jaime's side; your head resting on his shoulder, the overwhelmingly beautiful scent of his cologne engulfing you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a comforting, warm embrace. Jaime rested his chin atop your head, taking in your sweet scent; he’d never forget it. After a few moments, he finally spoke up, "Remember when we first met here?"

"Of course," You let out a breathy laugh, your eyes wrinkling in the corners at the memory, "That was the day that you accidentally bumped into me when you were running late, papers flying everywhere," You bit your lip briefly, a grin on your face as you remembered a nervous Jaime trying to help you pick up all of your papers, "You wouldn't stop apologizing, even though I told you not to worry about it..." You chuckled lightly, "I remember that all I could do was think about how gorgeous you looked, hair all frazzled, eyes wide in a panic..."

Jaime smiled playfully, nudging his nose into your temple, “You thought I was gorgeous?" You only nodded in response, Jaime’s heart hammering inside his chest at your confession, "It was very embarrassing, I'll have you know."

You fiddled with Jaime's free hand, pulling it over into your lap, absentmindedly fiddling with his fingers, "I'm gonna miss this place,"

"I'm gonna miss you," Jaime answered with a soft voice, letting you bury your face deeper into his chest. You felt him gently kiss the top of your head, making your heart flutter, "And I will come and visit you, I promise."

You gave him a nod, your cheek brushing against his white shirt, your arms wrapping themselves tighter around his torso, "You better, or I'll come over to Palmera City myself and tell your family about that one time you got locked inside your dorm and had to crawl out the window. Even though you didn’t need to." You mischievously muttered, your ears picking up the soft pitter-patter of Jaime’s heart.

“Not my best moment.” A chuckle escaped him, reverberating throughout his chest, "And I will, Dios mío," He sighed out as you felt his nose gently nuzzle into your soft hair; you could practically hear the smile on his face, "But seriously. Promise me you won't forget about me too, okay?"

"Of course not," You responded softly, feeling yourself begin to tear up again; eyes burning, "I don't plan on forgetting you anytime soon, Jaime Reyes." You let out a shaky exhale, your own heart racing at this point, "I don't think I could forget you... You're- You're like a part of me at this point," You paused, "You're the only one who truly understands me and the only one..." You squeezed Jaime tightly, unable to finish your sentence. You pulled away, wiping away the stray tears that had managed to escape. You were going to miss him so much.

After graduation, Jaime was heading back to Palmera City, and you were staying back in Gotham. You didn't want him to leave, but you knew he had to go back to his family. His family was everything to him, but so were you. But he promised that he'd come back to visit, and he was a man of his word. He had never broken a promise to you, and he wasn’t going to start now. Even if something comes up, Jaime would do anything to come see you; just as he promised.

Jaime's hand around your shoulder gently caressed the back of your neck, sending sparks throughout your body, but calming you almost instantly. His fingers slid through your hair, untangling small knots and easing the tension in your shoulders, "No more tears," He muttered, not only to you, but to himself too; his own eyes were a bit wet. Pulling you back so he could look you straight in the eyes, he gave you a reassuring smile. You nodded slowly, blinking back the leftover tears that burned in the back of your eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. This wasn't a quick and desperate kiss; this was a slow, loving kiss, one that you instantly melted into as you always did. Your hands grasped onto his shirt as you moved closer to him, his hands coming up to cup your warm, slightly tear-stained cheeks. Neither of you wanted to pull away. Neither of you wanted this moment to end. But eventually, you would both need to breathe.

Pulling back from each other reluctantly, you both rested foreheads together for a couple of seconds before you spoke, "Will you say 'hello' to the family for me?" You asked him softly, pulling back to look into those chocolate-brown eyes of his.

His smile faltered for a moment, "Of course, I will," He said, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes, "I should give you Milagro's number, she's been wanting to talk to you more."

Your expression softened as your eyes widened slightly, "Really?" You asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity, "Did she like the present I sent her for her birthday?"

"She did," He confirmed with a nod, "She said in her last call that half her wall is covered in polaroids of the family; won't put that thing down." He let out an amused laugh, shaking his head before he continued, "I just hope she runs out of film before I get back so she doesn't take any of me."

"Well," You began, taking both his hands into yours, your thumbs brushing over his palms, "If she does, you better send one to me."

Jaime couldn't stop his lips from curving into a fond smile, "Well, if that's the case, then I'd happily pose for the camera, mi amor." Shaking your head, you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up at his statement, only to hear him speak up once more, "Which reminds me..," He trailed off, pulling his arms back to grab at his backpack sitting by his feet. Riffling through his bag, he hummed some song that you remembered was a favorite of his before he let out a little 'a-ha!'. Pulling out a small Amazon cardboard box, you smiled at the haphazardly placed clear tape that was holding the two cardboard folds down. "I couldn’t find a bag or anything… This was the best I could do…" Jaime explained, handing you the box; he was obviously nervous, licking his bottom lip as he watched you set the box in your lap.

"Jaime..." You sighed out, your fingers brushing over the cardboard exterior, "You didn't have to get me anything. I appreciate it, but-"

"Nonsense," He interrupted, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, "I wanted to get you something... And don't worry about the cost or anything, since that face that you're making tells me that you are,"

You shook your head, and you let out a chuckle; pulling the tape up carefully, "No, it's just that I don't have anything for you..." You paused opening the box halfway, looking up at Jaime, "If I only knew-"

"Mi amor, you don't need to get me anything." He cut you off, placing his hand over one of yours on the top of the box, "All I need is you. Just being in your presence is a gift."

You only let out a laugh, eyes closing briefly as you tilted your head to the side, “Damn right, my presence is a gift,”

He laughed along with you, squeezing your hand gently before adding, "And..," He smirked slightly, "I think you'll like what's inside."

Narrowing your eyes playfully, you moved your gaze back down to the box, returning to opening it. Pushing the two flaps away after getting rid of the tape completely, your eyes widened before blinking a couple of times. Reaching inside, you pulled out a very familiar green zip-up hoodie. You suddenly looked up at Jaime, confused, a bewildered smile on your face. "Jaime... Your jacket..."

Jaime gestured to the box, making you look down. Upon seeing a bottle of his cologne, you let out a huff, "I wanted you to have my jacket and my spare cologne so you could pretend I'm here with you. You know," He shrugged, looking off to the side bashfully, "In case you miss me, you could just wear it, or something."

You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him close, the jacket laying on your lap. You kissed his jaw repeatedly before nuzzling into his neck, whispering into it, "Thank you."

Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you back tightly, his cheeks burning hot. "Anything for you," He mumbled, digging his face into your neck, and kissing the skin there softly. You couldn't help but smile at his words. As cheesy and corny as they sounded, you couldn't help but feel extremely grateful to have him in your life. The two of you stayed like this for a few moments until you felt a light breeze hit your body, causing you to shiver. Pulling back, Jaime grabbed the box and stuffed it back in his bag, and you did the same for the cologne, making sure it was safe as you slid your arms into the green jacket’s sleeves; zipping it up somewhat. Jaime watched, a grin on his face at the sight of you wearing his clothes, looking at you as if it was the first time he saw you all over again, "You look beautiful."

You flushed at his compliment, "So do you," You replied sweetly, reaching up to tuck a dark, loose curl behind his ear, "Do you want to get some lunch with me? Maybe after we can go back to my dorm and watch something… We still haven’t finished watching all the ‘Shrek’ movies…"

He nodded, offering you his hand, and you took it, lacing your fingers with his, "Sounds good to me," He said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

~~~

Rushing through the airport, you held your small gift bag to your chest, eyes raking across the large crowd of people, trying to find the face of your boyfriend. Feeling a bit out of breath, you pushed through, weaving through people and heading to the giant board with all the flights, their destinations, and gates. You quickly scanned the board, eyes landing on Jaime's flight before rushing off in that direction. Passing a few more people, and almost running into a little kid with one of those scooter-suitcases, you finally made it to his gate. Seeing him sitting in one of the many black chair-benches, on his phone, you let out a sigh. Looking at the clock on the wall, you were right on time.

Rushing over to him, you dropped into the seat beside him. Jaime immediately looked up to see who had just sat next to him, only to see you. A large, toothy grin appeared on his face as his eyes flickered over your face in surprise, "Mi amor! What are you doing here?" He asked, taking your hand in his as you mirrored his excitement, "Not that I'm not glad that you are here, but why are you here?"

Shrugging your shoulders sheepishly, you laughed slightly, "I wanted to see you off. And I brought you a going-away-present!" You lifted the gift bag a bit; the shiny, metallic blue bag glittering in the sunlight that came through the large windows behind you.

"Mi amor..." Jaime began, taking the bag from you, his smile softening as he inspected the bag; his fingers brushing against the small, silver bow that was stuck to the side, "You didn't have to..."

"Nonsense," You mimicked his words from three days prior, "I wanted to give you something. And you better open it before you have to go."

Jaime only continued to smile, shaking his head lightly before setting the gift bag on his lap; feeling a rush of excitement as he peered inside. His eyes widened as he pulled out a small book, it was only a little bit bigger than his hand. "Is this..?" Flipping through its contents, Jaime chuckled a little, "Oh, Y/N," He whispered, flipping through a few pages of dozens of pictures, all featuring the two of you together. Flipping to one page, there was a picture of you and him at the movies, posing in front of a poster of the movie you were seeing. Another picture of you sitting on his lap, the both of you making funny faces into the camera - a thing the two of you did together. Jaime's eyes then landed on a photo booth snapshot; the first of you trying to use his hair as a mustache, the next of the two of you just smiling, the third being the two of you blowing kisses toward the camera, and the last one was the kiss. Jaime remembered that day well, that kiss left him with such feelings in his heart. On that day, he knew that you were it for him. Which only made leaving you hurt so much more. "This is perfect, cariño." Jaime murmured, placing the album back in the bag before he turned his head up towards you, "And thank you."

"It's my pleasure, honey," You replied, eyes twinkling with unshed tears, "Now if you ever miss me, and for whatever reason can't call me,” You teasingly rolled your eyes, “You can just look at these and-”

"Flight 437, Gotham City to Palmera City is now boarding. Flight 437, Gotham City to Palmera City is now boarding." A voice spoke through the loudspeaker, causing you both to jump a little.

Both standing, Jaime was quick to pull you into one last kiss, his hands coming up to cup your soft cheeks. You responded instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body flush against yours, deepening the kiss. Jaime moaned gently, deep within his throat, before breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Smiling brightly at each other, Jaime whispered softly, "I love you so much..." He breathed against your lips. "Don't forget that." He added quietly.

“I won't," You promised, "And I love you too." Nodding, Jaime leaned away, grabbing his suitcase and your gift bag; making his way to the line, looking back towards you every couple of seconds as he got into the line.

You watched, occasionally brushing the tears from your cheeks, once he got his ticket checked, he gave you one last smile and a wink before heading through the tunnel. You let out a breath, your shoulders dropping as you brought your hands up to rub your face. Sitting back down in the seat, you stared out at the plane, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, blinking back more tears. Letting out another sigh, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone, your sad smile brightened as you saw the text notification. You looked at your lock screen of Jaime holding a piece of pizza, a big smile on his face before you unlocked your phone.

Opening the text, you couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth with your free hand. Jaime sent you a picture, him sitting in his seat, a funny expression on his face - one that always made you laugh. That alone made you feel a whole lot better, and you quickly sent back your own funny picture just as the plane began to leave the gate and head down the runway. Tapping to your homescreen, you exhaled out your nose and let out a hum at the sight of your home screen photo; you and Jaime, both in your graduation gowns, with beaming smiles on your faces.

Turning off your phone, you knew that you would see him again. You would see his charming smile, the sparkle in his eyes, and the way his hair would fall perfectly on his forehead when he would lean his head against his hand. You thought about everything that happened. All of those times spent talking and laughing, all of the things you learned and loved about one another, all of the stories he told you, all of the memories you had made together…

You’d see him soon.

Standing, you began to head down to the parking garage, finding your car. Getting inside, you leaned back against the seat, letting out a deep sigh. Taking a moment, grabbed his jacket from the passenger seat, sliding it on before you started the engine, the radio starting up in tandem.

A smile began to grow on your lips as one of your favorite songs began to play, "Seeing you there, across the room," You sang along, your voice coming out in a whisper as you began to drive home, enjoying the song, the smell of his cologne, and the sun shining down brightly, "I don’t know why, but I can’t keep my eyes off of you…"

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jemariel · 8 months

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Falling With Style

By Jemariel

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Words: 15,831

Tags: Wingfic, Dean has angel wings, Human Castiel in the Bunker, domestic fluff, wing grooming, flying lessons, love confessions, Cas has self-worth issues, first kiss/first time together, Profound Bond Gift Exchange: Hot Entity Summer

Written for the Profound Bond gift exchange for @eyesandwingsonlyafterdark !! I hope you enjoy 💙💚💖

Summary: Dean's facing a long summer cooped up in the bunker with nothing but his own brand new eight-foot angel wings for company. And Cas, of course. But the former angel is acting super weird about this whole thing, and Dean can't figure out why. He could sure use some help from the expert, though.

(In which Dean learns to fly, and Cas remembers what it's like.)

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On this particular Thursday, Dean finds Cas in the library. Deep in the stacks, in a section that mostly contains books on angel lore, as far as Dean knows. He’s got an armload already and is peering with great concentration at the cobwebby shelves.

Jackpot.

Dean sidles closer, winching his wings in tight as they’ll go so they don’t knock anything off the shelves (again). Be a shame to give away the game.

Closer… closer… years of practice keep his feet and breathing quiet until he can count the hairs on the back of Cas’s neck. And then, just as Cas is juggling his books from one arm to the other—

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

Cas jumps about a half a mile, and a dozen moth-eaten volumes go tumbling to the floor. Sam’s gonna kill him.

Worth it.

“Dean—” Cas exhales, a hand on his chest and murder in the set of his jaw. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean grins and relaxes his wings a touch. “Just having a little fun,” he says, tongue between his teeth. For some reason, getting a rise out of Cas always gets him giddy. It’s like champagne bubbles under his skin, and ever since he sprouted these feathery intruders, that’s where he feels it the strongest. It’s like all the feathers are standing on end. It’s happened before. Like the time he pretended not to know or care about the Library of Alexandria for an entire hour, and Cas had gone on a righteously livid rant that left him flushed and sweaty. There’d been a chalkboard involved. Or the time Cas had wandered into the kitchen all pre-coffee grumpy in nothing but sweatpants while Dean was making eggs. That hadn’t exactly been Dean getting a rise out of him, but it gave him the goosebumps all the same.

Dean had chosen not to analyze it too closely.

With a glare in Dean’s direction, Cas crouches down to pick up the books, ruddy around the ears. It’s then—looking down at Cas’s head just below waist level—that Dean realizes just how close he’d positioned himself. His wings tingle harder, and his stomach does this funny little twist as he shuffles back to a more respectable distance. Suddenly, he has to swallow a whole mouthful of saliva and clear his throat before he can speak.

“Seriously, what are you doing back here?” he asks. Totally neutral. Completely normal.

Rising to his feet, Cas hands over one of the books. The spine looks like it’s decided to make a break for it, hanging on by a few bare horsehair threads. Dean actually feels bad for a minute before he reads the title.

“Alchemical Properties of Angelic Minutia? Sounds grim.”

Cas nods, still averting his gaze, fingering the dusty pages of a slim, gilt-edged volume. “I was hoping to uncover a solution to your… predicament.”

“Gabe said it would wear off on its own, right?”

One of Cas’s eyebrows climbs toward his hairline. “And you trust him?”

Dean snorts, handing the book back. “Not even half as far as I can throw him, but why would he lie about that?”

“I can think of a dozen reasons. But even assuming there is truth in that, why shouldn’t we try to”—he gestures vaguely with his laden arms—“encourage the process?”

Dean considers, crossing his arms as he leans against a bookshelf. The edge of the shelf digs into his bare bicep, and he shudders to think what kind of dust his feathers are picking up. “It’s not so bad,” he says. “Kinda grateful for the vacation.”

Cas squints at him in flat disbelief. “Dean, you have put up a protest every time Sam has left on a hunt for the last two months.”

“Yeah, well.” How does he explain this? “Netflix ain’t gonna binge itself, right? C’mon. I’ll make some popcorn.”

Cas nods vaguely as Dean slaps him on the shoulder and turns to escape the library. “Give me a moment to… reshelve these, I suppose.”

“That’s the spirit.”