#women being being flustered and crushing and pining and not being able to get their feelings across

[chimchiri]

Secret love letter ??? Who could it be???

#let's get back to what's important #women loving women #or rather #women being being flustered and crushing and pining and not being able to get their feelings across #local farmer clearly unable to confess properly but still able to write decent love letters #personally I kinda love the idea that AJ just... fucking forgot to sign the letter lmao #and then caves and doesn't tell Rarity once she tells her about the letter #worked on the poll today so I'm in a rarijack mood #but dont worry spitdash always rests on the back of my mind as well #rarijack #rarity #applejack #my art

[weemssapphic]

love ur writing! could you write something for brienne where she gets jealous/ insecure/ sad over trader spending time with other people who have a crush on her - feel free to do whatever you want with it

A/N: hi hello thank you for the compliment and the request! i feel the need to apologize profusely for how long this took me - i changed the plot like 10x along the way and getting it to flow gave me a lot of Grief hahaha. however i am finally happy with the end product and i did adore writing for my babygirl brienne. i hope you're not too upset <3

plot: You are Brienne’s closest friend, and friends don’t develop feelings for each other. They definitely don’t get jealous when their friend dances with someone else. Nope.

From The Moment We Met

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

words: ~6.3k (big OOPS) | ao3 link in title

content/warnings: jealousy, slight angst, feelings confession, pining, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, eventual smut (thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering), bits of fluff sprinkled throughout

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Brienne of Tarth didn’t know what to make of you. 

She was used to people taunting her - men calling her foul names, women gossiping about her. She was used to people challenging her, questioning her, attempting to overpower her.

What she wasn’t used to was women who beamed up at her with megawatt smiles and kind eyes, who held her hand as if it were the most normal thing in the world, who requested her company for even the most mundane of errands. 

Women like you - currently strolling into town, arm looped tightly around her own, greeting every person who’d pass by the two of you and introducing them to your friend Brienne. It was enough to fluster Brienne, who simply smiled politely and nodded at the various townspeople, less concerned with remembering their names and more preoccupied with the way your eyes crinkled at the outer corners when you offered them a smile, the genuine care in your voice when you asked how their families were doing.

The two of you reached the market, bustling with people, and suddenly Brienne felt a warm hand clasp her own. Almost as a reflex she attempted to pull away, but your grip tightened and you smiled warmly up at her. She felt her stomach flip pleasantly as she hesitantly returned the smile.

“I don’t want to lose you in the crowd,” you reasoned, and Brienne could have scoffed at that - towering above most of the townspeople, there was almost no way you’d be able to lose sight of her in even the thickest crowd. But the way your small hand fitted so perfectly in her own, the way you looked up at her with wide eyes, as if completely unaware of her beastly presence that she’d been so often tormented for, made her think better of it. Instead, her lips quirked up almost involuntarily into a half-smile and she nodded for you to lead the way.

You held onto her hand the entire visit, only briefly letting go to pay for some bread and some fruit and tuck it into your bag, then grabbing hold of it again. Her skin tingled where it met yours and her stomach filled with warmth as she allowed herself to be guided back through the narrow streets, up to your castle.

~~~

Holding Brienne’s hand felt so right. It was much larger than your own, sure, and slightly more calloused, but still decidedly feminine. Her long, slender fingers entangled between yours in a firm grip, the direct contact with her warm skin sending shivers down your spine. You much preferred holding her hand to anyone else’s, you thought with a smile.

When you reached the castle gardens, you tugged her gently towards a bench in a little alcove on the far side of the garden, shaded from the sun, then reached in your bag for the food you’d bought at the market.

“Help yourself,” you said, and Brienne gratefully took some of the bread, gently prying it apart with her fingers.

A silence fell upon you as you ate. You tried not to stare at Brienne, choosing instead to focus your attention on the gentle swaying of the flowers in the late summer breeze, though you found you couldn’t help yourself, involuntarily glancing over at her every so often. 

“Y/N?” Brienne’s voice cut through the silence.

“Yes?” You turned to face her, and found she was eyeing you curiously, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Forgive me for being so forward…” her voice trailed off.

“You may ask me anything you like, Brienne.” You shifted in your seat in an inconspicuous attempt to get closer to her, curious at what she could possibly want to ask that had her so on edge.

“You’re a bit… old, not to have found a suitor yet. I wondered why that is. Are the men who have courted you not your liking?” Brienne’s gaze pierced your own, her expression guarded.

You laughed - usually you’d avoided talking of suitors and courtships, so you thought it funny for Brienne to bring it up now.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you not also a Lady who has yet to be married off, at your age?” You made sure to keep your voice light and teasing, watching Brienne carefully. It was because of this that you didn’t miss the way her face fell.

“It should be quite obvious why I haven’t found a suitable man,” she spat out bitterly. She hesitated for a moment, her voice softening at her next words. “The same cannot be said for a proper Lady such as yourself.” 

“It isn’t obvious to me,” you countered quickly, arching an eyebrow at the blonde, whose eyes widened. You could not for the life of you fathom how Brienne hadn’t yet been swept off her feet - sure, she wasn’t the most feminine woman you’d ever come across, but you found her extremely attractive nonetheless. How no one else could see that was beyond you.

Her incredulous gaze spurred you on. “I find you rather dashing, and anyone should be lucky to have you. If you haven’t been properly courted, then it should be through no fault of your own, Lady Brienne.”

The woman next to you was quickly turning scarlet at your words. 

“Anyway, my father thinks if he keeps throwing men at me, one of them will catch my eye,” you continued. “I don’t think that’s the case.” It was true - your father had been forcing you into courtships for as long as you could remember, and his disappointment when you - once again - declared another young lord thoroughly ill-suited was palpable.

Brienne cleared her throat, eyes darting around the gardens, unable to meet your gaze. “Surely one of those men must be suitable.”

“I don’t think any man is suitable,” you said confidently. Brienne glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, and you held her gaze.

Please understand me, you pleaded internally. 

“Don’t you yearn for the company of another? Do you really wish to spend the rest of your life alone?” Brienne furrowed her brows in confusion, lips pulled down into a soft frown.

You sighed, realizing you needed to be more direct.

“Of course I yearn, Brienne. I would love to share my life with someone. I just don’t wish for that someone to be a man.”

A myriad of emotions flashed across Brienne’s face in real time until, finally, comprehension dawned on her. Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline, lips parting slightly. 

“Oh,” she let out a breath.

“Oh,” you teased, chuckling at her reaction to your admission. You placed a hand on her knee, testing the waters, pleased when she didn’t pull away.

“Would you like to come to the tavern with me tonight, Brienne?” 

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you waited for a reply from the flummoxed blonde.

When she finally spoke, her voice was slightly hoarse. “Of course.”

~~~

Brienne was waiting for you at the castle gates that evening, clad in some of her lighter, more simple armor. She offered her arm to you as you approached and you beamed up at her, receiving a small, almost timid smile in return. 

Your fingers grazed over her chest plate. “Is armor really necessary tonight, Ser?” you teased, pleased with the way Brienne’s cheeks went pink.

“I didn’t want to be late by changing, my lady,” she replied softly. “My duties kept me quite busy this afternoon.”

“I tease, Brienne,” you grinned up at her. “Are you ready to go?”

Brienne nodded sheepishly.

You looped your arm around hers and the two of you set off towards town.

In the tavern you ordered ale for yourself and Brienne and settled next to her, closer than you normally would have - closer than you would have, had you not had that conversation with her in the gardens earlier. 

Your thigh pressed against Brienne’s and you turned in your seat, half-facing her, so that you could admire her fully. Brienne’s cheeks warmed under your gaze, and you decided right then and there that making Brienne of Tarth blush might be your favorite pastime in the world.

Both the conversation and the drink flowed freely as the night went on, and you were becoming quite tipsy. There was music being played, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more boisterous as patrons were getting up to dance, igniting a giddy excitement within you.

“I think I’m going to dance,” you announced, grinning up at Brienne, squeezing her arm.

Brienne smiled giddily at you, your energy proving to be infectious.

“Would you like to join me?” You prayed she would say yes, imagining how it would feel to have her body pressed against yours, to show everyone in the tavern that you were dancing with the Brienne of Tarth.

“I- I don’t think so, my lady.” Her cheeks turned rosy and she glanced nervously around the dimly-lit room.

Though you could understand the hesitation, your stomach dropped a bit nonetheless.

“Then watch me,” you replied, getting up and beginning to sway to the music until you found your rhythm. 

Brienne’s eyes were glued to your body, unable to tear themselves away from the sway of your hips. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the feeling of Brienne’s gaze upon you, but you felt truly free in that moment, confidence bubbling up within you.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder and stilled momentarily, turning to face whomever had interrupted your dancing. 

“Care to dance with me?” the woman asked, holding out a hand. You smiled at her, nodding excitedly. It was so much more fun dancing with someone else than it was alone, and the mood in the tavern was infectious.

You didn’t think twice about it when the woman’s hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to avoid bumping into the other patrons as you danced to the beat of the music, losing yourself in the rhythm.

~~~

Unbeknownst to you, Brienne’s insides grew cold at the odd familiarity of the touch, the warmth of the smile spreading across your face, though she herself could not yet quite pinpoint the reason for her own sense of inner turmoil. It’s not like she could stake any claim over you. You were not hers, you were not anyones. And yet she found herself yearning for that soft smile to be directed at herself, for it to be her hands resting on your hips. 

Brienne was not one to yearn, not usually, yet she couldn’t help the wave of sadness that crashed over her entire being as she watched the woman lean over and whisper something in your ear, something that made you laugh. The woman, who was small and beautiful, who had the confidence to ask you to dance, who was everything Brienne could have been if she hadn’t been born in this wretched body; not a lady, nor a knight, but something in between - something far too beastly to catch the eye of a beautiful lady.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away, practically bathing in self-pity and loathing, as she watched you place your arms on the woman’s shoulders, as she watched the woman’s grip on your waist tighten, until it finally became too much to bear and she had to look away.

~~~

You could sense something was off when you left the tavern. Usually, Brienne walked so close to you that you could hold her hand if you wanted to. Now, there seemed to be miles between you.

“Brienne?” you started tentatively, chancing a glance at the blonde who stared straight ahead, lips turned down in a frown, gaze stony.

“Hmm?”

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?” You attempted to close the gap between the two of you, but Brienne pulled away.

“Not at all.” Brienne’s reply was curt, her tone clipped and professional, much like when you’d first met, before you’d become friends. Her change in mood was sobering for you, dulling your excitement.

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” You eyed her carefully, noticing how her brow furrowed.

“I enjoyed myself plenty,” Brienne gritted out.

You searched her face for any hint of emotion other than annoyance, but came up empty. With a sigh, you turned your back to her and continued the walk up to your castle. Brienne’s heavy footfalls followed you all the way to the castle gates. 

“I don’t suppose you’d like to come in?” You gave the blonde your best puppy dog eyes, praying she would take the bait. After an evening out amongst crowds of people, you craved the solace that Brienne’s company provided more than she could ever know. The apologetic smile that was creeping its way onto her face, however, made your stomach clench.

“Not tonight. I think we should both get some sleep.”

You frowned. “If you wish. Goodnight, then, Brienne.” You stared into her eyes for a moment longer, then, without thinking, brought your lips to her cheek. When you pulled back, you could see she’d gone pink.

Without waiting for a reply, you turned on your heel and disappeared behind the castle gates. If Brienne could be childish and avoid talking about what was bothering her, then so could you, you thought, your heart heavy as you left Brienne behind.

~~~

Brienne stood rooted to the spot for longer than she cared to admit, mind dazed.

Back in her chambers that night, her fingers trembled as she removed her armor. “Bloody ridiculous,” she murmured into the silence of her room as she fumbled with the straps of her shoulder plate. Brienne of fucking Tarth didn’t struggle with this sort of thing. Brienne of fucking Tarth was independent, self-sufficient. She’d removed her own armor every damn day since she could remember. And yet here she was, reduced to a trembling mess because of some woman. Worse, still, picturing this woman’s small, nimble hands covering her own, helping her remove her armor piece by piece. Then, perhaps, removing her clothing…

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t proper for her to think of you in such a way, to want your lips to graze her own, or your fingers to touch her in places she’d never been touched by anyone else. She’d found herself thinking about this more often as of late, even allowing herself to succumb to her own desires and pleasure herself, moaning your name in the darkness of her chambers as she tipped over the edge.

Brienne had never met anyone as kind as you. Not just to her - to everyone. Your compassion extended to every being you came across, your face lit up every time you’d speak with someone - even exchanging the most boring of pleasantries seemed terribly important to you. But there was something in the way you’d hold Brienne’s gaze, the way you’d tug at her arm when the two of you were walking together, the way your face would light up like a sunrise when she’d come to visit you, that had Brienne hoping she could be someone special to you - particularly now, after what you’d admitted to her in the gardens.

And you’d kissed her - on the cheek, but still. That had to count for something, right? But it wasn’t her who had danced with you. It wasn’t her who had held you. You’d seemed to like that, to lean into her touch, to come alive as you danced with that woman.

Brienne felt the same wave of sadness wash over her that she’d felt back in the tavern, watching you dance with another. Now that she was alone, hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She was so close to everything she wanted, yet it felt so unattainable. It didn’t matter. You could never feel anything for her - this night had proven that. 

Loneliness clawed at her chest as she finished removing her armor before slinking into bed and hugging her knees to her chest, stomach churning as she tried, unsuccessfully, to think of something, anything, but you.

~~~

The following day, Brienne’s duties kept her away from you until evening. When she called on you in your chambers after supper, there was an awkward silence hanging in the air between the two of you as she stood at your door. You wondered who would crack first.

Finally, Brienne spoke. “I apologize if I ruined your evening yesterday. It was not my intention to sour the mood.” Her tone was laced with regret, her eyes unable to fully meet yours.

You breathed out a sigh. “It’s alright. You didn’t ruin my evening, you never could,” you said softly, and Brienne looked at you curiously. 

Another tense silence followed.

“Brienne?”

“Yes?”

“I was hoping you’d like to join me for a while tonight? I really missed your company last night.” 

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, my lady. I… I would love to join you tonight.”

You nearly squealed in delight, opening the door to your chambers and beckoning Brienne to come in. Her gaze swept over your room, landing on your vanity. In a few short strides she had crossed the room and was examining the potions and powders strewn across the little table.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting company,” you worried your lip between your teeth, rushing to join Brienne. “Let me just clean this up.”

You busied yourself arranging the bottles neatly and putting the powders away in the vanity’s drawer. Brienne picked up one of the bottles, examining it carefully.

“What’s this one?” She looked at you in question and you couldn’t help but grin as a plan formed in your mind.

“Brienne?” Your voice was hesitant, but there was excitement and mischief swirling in your eyes, and the blonde felt her stomach flip. “I could tell you… or I could show you.” 

Soft little lines appeared between Brienne’s eyebrows as she mulled your words over in her head. “You don’t mean…?”

“I could do your makeup? But only if you want!” You looked at Brienne with pleading eyes and watched a war of emotions break out on her face.

“I-I suppose…” 

You beamed at her, buzzing with excitement as you tugged at her arm, beckoning her to sit on the stool in front of the vanity. She watched warily as you rummaged around for different sorts of potions and powders, before turning your eyes to her and regarding her carefully.

There was a particular scar just above her lip that your eyes got stuck on for a moment. You traced its path, committing it to memory. You didn’t know why, but it seemed terribly important that you remembered exactly how that scar looked in the soft evening light, as Brienne sat before you, waiting for you to begin. Oh. Your eyes snapped back to her own, which watched you questioningly.

“Now, close your eyes and hold still. No peeking until I’m done.” Brienne closed her eyes reluctantly and allowed you to take hold of her chin. You felt her shiver beneath your touch, and it brought a smirk to your face.

Brienne’s skin, despite being slightly scarred from battles, was fairly smooth and clear, so you opted to start with dusting pink, powdery blush on her cheekbones. Brienne startled as the brush you used tickled her face, and you chuckled, holding her jaw firmly in place. 

Next came a dark kohl around her eyes, which you applied lightly and smudged with the tip of your finger. Brienne flinched with every touch, causing you to laugh. “Surely a skilled fighter such as yourself isn’t afraid of a tiny brush?” Brienne grumbled, but did her best to stay still after that.

“Can you part your lips for me?” Brienne did as she was told and you painted them red, trying to ignore the way her warm, shallow breaths washed over your face, the fact that her lips were so close to yours, so easy to claim with your own.

You pulled back to admire your masterpiece.

“You can look,” you said, almost shyly, nervous what Brienne might think. She blinked her eyes open and looked in the mirror. Her face was unreadable for a moment as she tilted her head every which way, scrutinizing her own appearance.

“Well?” You waited with bated breath.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t like it…” Brienne started slowly, brow furrowing.

“But you don’t like it?” You bit your lip.

“I… I’ve never worn makeup before. As a girl I was too young and as a woman, well…” Brienne chuckled darkly, turning her face away from the mirror, away from you, but not before you could see the tell-tale sign of unshed tears glazing over her irises.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“Please,” Brienne murmured, clearing her throat and glancing up at the ceiling as if willing her tears to get back into her head.

You fetched a clean rag and wet it in the basin in the corner of your room before kneeling before Brienne and gently stroking it over her face, wiping away all traces of your artistry.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out. 

“Don’t be.” You set the rag down and took her hand in your own, thumb stroking gently over the backs of her knuckles as you looked into her eyes. “I think you’re beautiful. With and especially without the makeup, I might add.”

Brienne scoffed in disbelief. “When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I’m his only living child so he wanted to make a good match for me.” She smiled wistfully and you squeezed her hand, urging her to continue. 

“He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth. I didn’t want to go but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. They whispered in my ear about how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. I’d never been so happy… Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering, and then they all started to laugh. They couldn’t keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me.”

The bitterness in her voice, the heartbreak written plainly on her face, cracked your heart cleanly in two.

“‘Brienne the Beauty’ they called me. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast.”

You stood, rounding the stool Brienne sat on until you stood behind her. She tracked your movements in the mirror, face sullen. 

“Lady Brienne of Tarth,” you began, ignoring the heavy sigh Brienne let out at your use of the formal title. “You are a beauty in the truest sense. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” You placed a hand on her cheek and gently coaxed her into looking in the mirror. 

“Look at you. The bluest eyes in all of Westeros, brighter than the seas surrounding the Sapphire Isle you call home.” You met her gaze, aware of the fact that she had gone pink and feeling your cheeks heat as well.

“Hair spun from gold,” you continued, carding your hands through her hair. “So soft, so beautiful in the way it frames your perfect cheekbones.” You rubbed your thumb across her cheeks, which were warm under your touch.

“The loveliest lips.” You let out a sigh as your thumb traced the curve of her jaw, brushing against her lower lip. 

A beat. 

A moment where everything slowed.

You leaned down, as if pulled by some invisible force, towards a stunned Brienne, your lips grazing against hers. They were just as warm, just as soft as you’d imagined them to be.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your breaths mingling. 

Another beat.

You pulled back as you waited for Brienne to catch up to you.

“Don’t be,” came her breathy reply.

You stared at each other for a moment, all the air sucked out of the room. Your heart was hammering erratically in your chest, pounding against your ribcage. 

“May I kiss you again?” You licked your lips, already leaning in.

“What about the woman in the tavern?” Brienne could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

“What about her?” You furrowed your brows, not quite following Brienne’s train of thought.

“You… seemed to really enjoy yourself.” She tried not to sound accusatory. Based on the utter confusion written on your face, Brienne realized she must sound ridiculous now, but she had to be sure of your intentions.

“Oh. It… was more about the dancing than the person, Brienne.” You hesitated, eyes wide, silently pleading with her to understand. “I would much have preferred it if it had been you.”

Brienne deliberated for a moment, eyes darting between yours. She seemed to have made up her mind for she lunged forward, lips crashing needily into yours. You moaned when her tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, parting them to allow her entry.

Your hands came up to her hair and you threaded your fingers in the golden locks, pulling her closer by the hair. The whimper that she let out shot straight to your core, a desperate heat traveling throughout all of your limbs.

Large, calloused hands gripped your waist, hard enough to leave bruises. Brienne pulled you down to straddle her lap, your front coming flush against the chest plate of her armor.

When you parted for a moment to catch your breaths, you gazed into Brienne’s eyes, your breath hitching in your chest at the overwhelming lust you were met with.

Testing the waters, you shifted your hips so that your core was pressing into one of her thighs and ground down. A breathy sigh tumbled from your lips at the newly-found friction on your aching clit. Brienne stifled a groan, capturing your lips with hers once more and flexing her thigh instinctively against your sex.

“Brienne… I need you,” you whispered between kisses, hand settling at the nape of her neck.

She pulled back slightly, eyes darting between yours. “I haven’t actually done this before,” she muttered breathlessly, face unreadable.

You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto your face. “I haven’t either,” you confessed, cupping her cheek with your hand and tracing her lower lip with your thumb. You pulled at her lip, dragging it down, letting go and watching it snap back into place.

Everything was still for a moment as your breaths mingled. Finally, Brienne spoke, her voice gravelly with desire.

“I need you, too.”

You surged forward to claim her lips, rolling your hips against her thigh as a wave of wetness pooled between your legs at the low timbre of her voice.

“Can I see you?” you asked shyly, fingers playing with the straps of her armor. Her eyes widened a fraction and she nodded, a heavy flush overtaking her face as she brought her fingers up to the very straps you were playing with, brushing against your skin.

“I want to help,” you giggled, your fingers working in time with hers to remove each piece of armor, until only her soft underclothes remained. 

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself into her and moaning as you felt Brienne flush against you, free from the hard, restrictive armor she usually wore.

Brienne’s hands cupped your ass and you yelped as she lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around her torso. She strode over to the bed and set you down, leaning over you, her lips never leaving yours. 

“These too?” you murmured, fingers brushing against the hem of her shirt before your hand disappeared underneath it, fingertips dancing across her bare stomach. Brienne pulled back, breathing labored.

You watched Brienne undress, drool practically pooling in your mouth as she exposed her bare skin bit by bit. You were struck by the rippling of her muscles as she removed her clothing, the little freckles on her shoulders, the scars and marks adorning her flesh from battles past. All of these little details you’d never been privy to before, when she was heavily clad in armor. She was even more breathtaking than you could have imagined.

You were suddenly itching to get out of your own dress, to feel her bare skin pressed against yours, and you rushed almost clumsily to slip out of the dress, causing Brienne to suppress a giggle.

“Stop laughing at me and come here,” you pouted, holding out your arms for the taller woman, who settled down next to you.

You pulled her in for a languid kiss, your palms tingling where they rested on the bare skin of her waist. You sucked Brienne’s bottom lip in between your own lips, sucking gently before biting down, dragging her lip between your teeth.

Brienne let out a strangled moan, her hands coming to rest on your hips and dragging you closer. Her skin was deliciously warm pressing against your own and you were overcome with the strongest urge to absolutely devour her. 

You placed a plethora of kisses down her throat, down her sternum, before reaching the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts.

“May I?” You licked your lips and glanced up at Brienne, who gazed down at you, eyes dark with lust. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, her confirmation morphing into a whimper as you closed your lips around a rosy nipple, flicking your tongue over the bud and feeling it harden under your ministrations. You moved to her right breast, soothing your tongue over her other nipple until it hardened as well.

Moving lower, your kisses trailed down her stomach. You were fascinated with the way her back began to arch, with the trail of goosebumps erupting wherever your lips met her skin.

You settled between her legs, nudging them apart, hit suddenly with the heavy scent of her arousal which glistened between her folds. You placed a tentative kiss to her mound, nuzzling your nose into the blonde patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent as your core tightened and a wetness pooled between your own thighs.

You kissed your way down, bypassing her clit and wasting no time in running your tongue through her folds, getting a taste of her. Your groan vibrated against her pussy, causing Brienne to buck her hips up as she whispered a soft “please”, begging to have you where she needed you most.

Your tongue found her clit and you began to draw lazy circles around the bundle of nerves, pleased with the breathy moans you were able to draw from the blonde’s throat.

“You taste so good,” you panted, looping your arms temporarily around her thighs to pull them over your shoulders, giving you better access to her pussy. You switched between licking and sucking her clit, seeing which reactions you could draw from Brienne as her moans grew louder, filthier, and the bucking of her hips became more erratic.

While your tongue ravished the sensitive nub, your fingers began to trace her slit, teasing her entrance. You slipped one finger inside her, surprised at how her walls clenched almost immediately around the digit. You added a second finger, slowly beginning to curl them. Your fingers hit a soft, spongy spot, and you smirked at the groan that slipped past Brienne’s lips.

With every thrust and curl of your fingers, you could feel her thighs tremble more and more, and you blindly reached your free hand out, searching until you felt her hand underneath yours, gripping at the bedsheets for dear life. You freed her hand from its iron grip on the sheets and tangled your fingers between her own, squeezing gently in reassurance. She squeezed back and suddenly her thighs tightened around your head, muffling her cries as you felt her excitement leak out of her and drip down your hand. 

Brienne clenched around your fingers as she writhed beneath you, and you continued to pump in and out of her as best you could as she rode out her high. Once her thighs loosened their grip on your head and her hips had mostly stilled, you began to lap up her arousal, cleaning off her folds and her thighs before crawling up to meet her in a sensual kiss.

Her breathing was labored as she wrapped her arms around you, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. 

“Was that alright?” you asked, running your fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss to her hairline.

You felt her nod against your shoulder, a contented sigh passing her lips, her breath washing over your skin. The heat between your legs was growing with each second that Brienne’s fingers traced soft patterns on your hip and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension. Of course Brienne noticed this, stilling in her ministrations against your hip and gazing up at you through blonde lashes. 

Her fingers danced across your skin, moving lower until they brushed against your thigh. You gasped as her fingers found your slick - you’d touched yourself before, of course, but nothing could compare to the way Brienne’s long fingers were grazing against your folds, the way the pad of her thumb began to rub gently over your clit. It felt ten times better than anything you’d ever done to yourself.

Brienne’s lips found the pulse point on your neck and she began to suck, gently at first, then more insistently, until it was almost painful. Then her tongue darted out, warm and velvety, soothing over the spot she’d just marked. 

Her fingers brushed against your entrance and you bucked your hips up to meet her just as she slipped two fingers inside, causing you to cry out. 

“Does that feel okay?” Brienne’s voice, thick with lust as it was, was laced with a tinge of worry, and sapphire eyes sought yours. You smiled at her, thrusting your hips into her hand as you nodded eagerly.

“Y-yes,” you panted out. “You can- go- deeper.” Your words were cut off by your own moans as Brienne’s fingers curled inside of you, and she took your word for it, thrusting in.

Brienne’s fingers were long and slender, and they somehow expertly managed to hit every nerve-ending inside of you. You could hardly believe it was her first time pleasing a woman - or maybe you were simply that desperate for her, that she could unravel you within minutes, no matter how she touched you. No, you thought as she began to pump her fingers faster, the heel of her palm pressing into your aching clit. She’s definitely just that skilled.

Your thighs began to tremble as every feverish ministration brought forth a pulsating pleasure that rippled through your entire body.

What nearly threw you over the edge was Brienne’s decision to latch onto your nipple, grazing it with her teeth. You let out a strangled moan, arching your back as she nipped and sucked at the hardened bud, her warm tongue soothing over it after every tiny bite.

Your walls clenching around her fingers as you finally came drew a moan from Brienne’s chest and she thrust deeper inside of you. You brought your hands to her head, nails scratching at her scalp as you pulled her, as gently as you could muster in your orgasmic haze, up towards your lips to kiss her.

She pulled her fingers out of you, careful to be slow and gentle, bringing them to her mouth and closing her lips around the digits. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, never breaking eye contact - it was the most sensual thing you’d ever witnessed, sweetened by the soft whimpering noises she made as your taste hit her tongue.

As she released her fingers with a pop, you lifted a hand to her cheek, caressing the flushed skin. Brienne leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When she opened them again, you were struck by the tenderness of her gaze, your heart skipping a beat. You hoped Brienne would never stop looking at you like that.

“Let me clean you up,” she said, pushing herself off the bed and going to fetch a clean rag, wetting it in the basin in the corner of your room before coming to rest between your thighs. She dabbed gently at your sex and you hissed as she came in contact with your sensitive folds, your clit. “Sorry,” she murmured, careful to be even more gentle as she cleaned you up, before dropping the rag on the floor - a problem for another time.

You wiggled up the bed until you were comfortable, opening your arms to Brienne who crawled after you and settled by your side. She slung an arm across your waist, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

Your own fingers came up to your pulse point, touching the sore mark Brienne had left earlier. She cleared her throat nervously.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to mark you,” she whispered sheepishly. “I-I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“I think I’ve been yours from the moment we met,” you replied truthfully, smiling at the heavy blush that spread across Brienne’s cheeks.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as sleep threatened to claim you both. 

“Brienne?” you whispered.

“Yes?” Her voice was heavy with sleep, you could tell she was fighting to keep herself awake.

“Will you stay the night?” Your nervousness must have been evident in your voice, for Brienne’s lips were upon yours in a second, her arm tightening possessively around your waist.

“Of course, my lady. I would like nothing more.” 

You tucked your head under her chin, sighing contentedly as you felt Brienne’s breathing even out, becoming deeper, as her fingers stopped moving and her arm became heavier across your middle.

This was where you would like to spend eternity, you thought, as you snuggled closer to her. There was no one in the world whose arms you would rather be in.

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huge shoutout to @afeatherformills as well as my girlfriend for helping me out with this and beta-ing <3

#brienne of tarth x reader #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth imagines #brienne of tarth

[flashyfucker]

Mean Marty my beloved <3 but let’s bring back shy and stuttering Marty for a second. It’s important to note that you are the first woman to ever make him feel this way and it just doesn’t make sense in his brain because theoretically he should have the upper hand. He’s older, more experienced, he’s been through the ringer (so to speak) when it comes to women and dating. So why are you (younger, flirty, opinionated and a little shy in your own way) making him feel like his brain is melting out of his ears? Well, he never really figures it out but everything does come to a head one night.

The team and everyone team-adjacent is in Anders’ backyard celebrating a milestone season. It’s all laughs and scream-singing hits from the early 2000’s, all have a good time - except for you who is noticeably quieter. In fact you’re practically silent compared to your usual night-out persona. The teammate you’re friends with (we’re making it Beau because I like him best and I’m selfishly projecting for reasons including age purposes) is keeping your drink filled but Marty can’t help but notice that it’s just a soda, you’re not actually drinking. Matt grabs Beau and asks what’s up with you, he responses (with a knowing look in his eye) that you’ve been having a rough time lately and it was tricky to convince you to come, at least until it was mentioned that Marty was going out too. That last part makes Matt whip his head back to Beau from where he’d been watching you scroll through your phone. “Come on man, she likes you just as much as you like her. Just go talk to her, she’s been waiting for you to come over all night.”

With a new level of confidence, he swaggers over and immediately puts his foot in his mouth, “So I hear you’ve been waiting and pining for me all night.” His sentence, while technically innocent, still hits you where it hurts. The aforementioned tough time you’ve been going through is a harsh combination of things. Stress and long hours of unpaid overtime at job you hate but can’t afford to quit because they’re helping to pay for the masters degree you’re pursuing, long time issues within your extended family are finally coming to light and it seems like you’re the only one that can wrangle everybody to try and resolve things, and most recently being rejected by Matt.

You were waiting for Beau after his game last week (the only one you’d been able to attend in almost a month) and some of the boys stopped for a second to say hi, including Marty. It had worked out perfectly that he stopped just as Barzy was giving you a hug and saying bye. Despite your boldness when it came to mocking the boys and arguing for what you believed in, you were still a little shy when it came to Marty, feeling like you weren’t quite enough for him. But you had finally gathered up enough courage to ask him out. So when he stopped by, you asked and he rejected you, it absolutely crushed you. It wasn’t even really anything big, you just asked if he wanted to grab coffee and he just said “no thanks” and walked away. (Of course he’s an idiot, thought it was joke and was so flustered he just said no and then all but ran.)

His words instantly make you tear up, just the final straw on what has been the worst month of your life. You don’t even respond, just grab your stuff and push past him, straight for the front of the house and your car - Matt directly behind you because he doesn’t know what he did. Beau catches it out of the corner of his eye and follows because he sees you crying. There’s lots of yelling out front (Beau at Matt for making you cry and you at Beau to make him stop) before Anders comes out and drags Beau away. But with a stern, captainly “Fucking fix it” at Matt first. You offer to drive Matt home, he’s slightly tipsy and can’t drive and despite the last 10 minutes you still want to make sure he gets home safe.

The car ride is silent except for the sound of the humid Long Island air moving through the car as you guys travel down the highway. “Come inside for a minute” are the only words spoken when you park in his driveway. You are slow to lock up the car and follow him to the front door, but things move significantly faster once you’re both inside. Here he apologizes (for after the game, for the party) and also explains how he feels “I’ve just never had a girl get to me like you do” and tells you that he’s going to ask you out once you no longer gave tear stains on your face. You accept the apology and let him know it wasn’t really what he said that made you cry, vaguely explaining what’s been going on so he doesn’t feel too bad. You also let him know that you’re accepting his date proposal now, he doesn’t have to wait.

I don’t have the specifics of how this thing ends but basically Matt offers to let you sleep over in the guest room and he’ll take you to breakfast in the morning. You last approximately 15 minutes in the guest room staring at the ceiling before you’re slipping into his room and his bed, feeling him up as you do so. From there it’s a lot of soft touches with passionate kisses and clothes slowly gathering on the floor until Matt is inside of you, his large frame completely covering yours. The slow and powerful thrusts are a complete opposite of the rumors you’ve heard (fast and hard and over as quick as possible) but the complete satisfaction you feel while he’s disposing of the condom is not.

He’s true to his word and takes you out for breakfast in the morning, more confident around you than he’s ever been. And he’s doing so well until on his way back from the bathroom, he hears the waitress complement you on the hot boyfriend and the impressive hickey you’re rocking. The sly smile and wink you send him while you thank her, makes him trip on his own feet, going down hard in the middle of the diner. He’s dazed and embarrassed from the fall but as he’s staring up at you from the floor, despite the old men at the counter making fun of him, he thinks all the trouble might just be worth it for the concerned and loving look on your face. Spoiler alert it is worth it when he gets the same look from you a year down the road when he trips over his own feet while proposing, but this time there’s no old men teasing, just you saying yes after making sure he’s not hurt.

STOP IT THIS IS SO SWEET. shy!marty fucking things up for himself immediately (and repeatedly) is my favourite part of this entire au lmfao

also genuinely one of my favourite scenarios (tropes? cliches? idk) is "you can sleep in my guest bedroom :)" followed by them ending up in the same bed right after. the like climax of their pining? it always hits!!

(my fave asks to receive are when yall write like entire mini fics like this lmao it makes me like so fucking happy. god. never stop ily)

#sry this got lost in my inbox!! i'm always down for shy!marty content though <3 ty <33 #matt martin x reader #matt martin imagine #shy!marty #ff.asks #dissonannce #long post

[hops-hunny]

What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: When two beautiful people fall in love, everything can go right. Or, the one where Blaise gets the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: None?? Mentions of past self hate, positive use of the word fat.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!

Fat. It was a word (Y/n) had thrown at her from a young age but had grown to become neutral with as she got older. See, the (y/h/h) was fortunate enough to grow up in a household with her dear aunt Marlene who brought her up on the principle that ‘fat and ugly were not synonymous’ which she found herself quite fortunate of. You see, Marlene herself was an extravagant woman. She never stepped out of the house unless she was runway ready, long acrylic nails, hair curled in the prettiest of waves, and a face of makeup that could put anyone to shame. Marlene found her niece to be reminiscent of herself when she was younger. But, she also knew no matter the great example she showed her and the encouragement she’d give her, the world around her would affect the way she viewed herself until she reached a certain age.

However luckily for (Y/n), that age was when she hit the ripe age of 14. She was sick of it. Sick of feeling like a prisoner of her own body. Sick of hiding from mirrors, sick of wearing clothes that fit her like potato sacks just to hide the figure that she was naturally born with. Why should she have to feel bad because the world wasn’t ready to accept her for who she was? Why should she have to hide away due to a bit of extra weight and fat? So, after a long night of crying she decided from that day forward she would do her absolute best to at least accept her body for what it was. She didn’t wanna skip meals anymore just to make everyone around her comfortable. She didn’t want to avoid clothes that made her figure less of a figure. She wanted to live and be free in the body she was currently in.

If she could go back to where she was when she was 14, she’d tell herself she had exceeded that limitation. She was far beyond just accepting herself for who she was, she loved who she was. (Y/n) found herself falling in love with a new thing about herself every time she found herself blessed with the fortune of time to look in a mirror. Whether it was the way the rolls of her back reminded her of the ocean or the bumps and lumps around her hip area that were reminiscent of clouds, she loved every bit of herself. Even though it took her time to get there, she didn't regret it one bit.

Her confidence and demeanor attracted a lot of positive attention wherever she went. Her friends adored her and so did many other people around the castle! There was always a few wronguns here and there but that goes without saying. Even if you change your outlook on life, in a society where fat is a sin there will always be your self proclaimed saints. The more popular opinion shared throughout the castle though was ‘if she could find love in herself, why shouldn’t I be able to as well?’. Although it’s hard for one girl to change the world, she came quite close to it, always offering a shoulder to anyone in need and a helpful word of advice to anyone on the path of self acceptance and love.

There was one person who noticed her much more than that. Some would say it was a crush but no, it went quite deeper than that. He found himself being absolutely enamored by her. Her confidence, her positivity, her ever radiant beauty. All those things he found to be addicting, entrancing. Never had he come across a woman of any sorts who was so sure of herself, so proud to be in the skin she was born in. (Y/n) knew who she was and honestly? It was fucking hot. Blaise Zabini wasn’t one to make wild claims which is why when he thought about how he felt, he was very sure of the feeling. He absolutely adored the goddess that was (Y/n) (L/n). So why was it so hard to say it to her?

The way she made him feel had him in a whirlwind of emotions. A lot of the times, he was infuriated. Not by the way she made him feel, but the way she made him act. Blaise was always a hit with women from all houses around hogwarts. Why wouldn’t he be? When you’re a tall, dark, and handsome man with oodles of charismatic charm and yes, a fat load of cash, who wouldn’t wanna be yours? He could have any woman he wanted wrapped around his finger before he even opened his mouth. But around her, around her? His mouth would close as soon as it opened. He’d feel a rush of heat move to his face and his ears would start ringing. What was this feeling? This feeling that made him act so idiotic. This feeling that had him awake late at night, wondering what it would be like if he only said-

“Hi.” his head snapped up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. The same voice that made his heart race wildly, the same voice that made him act like one of those stupid fucking Hufflepuffs. All nerves and scurrying to find something, anything to say. There she was right in front of him, looking uncharacteristically shy. She had her arms behind her back one hand gripping at her other wrist as she looked up at him through thick lashes. “Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Hm?” he hummed out, still dazed as he looked down at her with a soft look present on his face. He cleared his throat slightly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that was suddenly too tight. Too constricting, too-

“Have I wronged you? I always see you staring at me quite a bit.” she repeated, gaining her confidence back some. God was he always this bloody gorgeous? Well, to her he was. She had her eye on him ever since she’d ran into him on the train back in first year. “I know I’m quite pretty, but I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate that. No?” she questioned, taking a step closer to him. She felt her hands grow sweaty at the smell of his aftershave, a sharp smell in comparison to her own strawberry body mist.

Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t he tell? He always could tell. Many upon many times he found himself rejecting women before they could even get the chance to confess how they felt. So why now, why with her could he not? Was this- was this nerves? “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that. I-I mean I don’t have a girlfriend!” he stumbled out, cursing under his breath slightly. He felt himself grow quite warm as he heard her giggle. He looked up at the sound once more wishing he hadn’t. She looked radiant in the glow of the late evening sun. Her round cheeks prominent as her face turned up in a smile before she quirked a brow at him.

“Ah I see then. You don’t have a girlfriend but you were staring?” she questioned, feeling a bit guilty about how she was enjoying the usually calm and collected boy lose his composure. His face fell straight before processing what she said. (Y/n) could see a whirlwind of emotions happen behind his eyes in such a short period of time. ‘Isn’t it funny that only a few years prior this would have been me? I can’t wait to tell Rose-Marie about this later.’

“I-I.. you know what? Yeah I do stare at you quite a bit. More often than not, I find myself staring at you.” he closed the distance between them, her soft frame pressing against his tone one. He lifted two of his fingers up to her chin, lifting her head softly. “How could I not? You’re an absolute work of art. Only the most worthy of men should be able to gaze at such a rare beauty and I find myself to be very worthy.” he whispered softly, his dark umber eyes staring into the (h/c) haired girl’s (e/c) ones.

It */was crazy how with such few words, he could make her feel so breathless, so woozy. Was she awake right now? The moment she had been waiting for since first year was currently right in front of her. The years spent dreaming, pining from a distance all gone in a few words. She smiled up at him, placing a soft hand on the man’s toned chest. Even through his clothes she could feel that he had a nice build to him. “I suppose you’re worthy. I mean look at us, we’re both beautiful. Imagine the gallery of art we’d be together.” she said, confident in her words as she bat her eyelashes. (Y/n) would be damned if she was the only one left breathless and flustered after this exchange.

“Well, why imagine dear? I’ll be taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.” He said, turning around as he began to walk off. She was stunned. Was this the infamous charm she had heard him having? As much as (Y/n) had heard about how charming and suave Blaise was, she had never heard of him asking anyone out for a date. Knowing this gave her her own boost of confidence.

“You will be? What makes you so sure I’ll be there?” Blaise froze, turning his head back at the girl’s teasing words. He smirked. She really was something else.

“Oh I know. I wasn’t the only one staring all this time, I saw you too.” he winked laughing some before turning around walking off. (Y/n) felt herself smiling some as she shook her head before her eyes widened.

“Wait, what am I gonna wear?!”

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There was exactly 30 minutes until Blaise was meant to arrive and (Y/n) was nowhere near ready yet. See, she had planned on being ready early, even going as far as to get up at the time she usually did for class. However, after an impromptu dance session in her underwear her luck had run out. She wasn’t completely unprepared though, her hair had been done the night before and her makeup not taking much time, the main cause of concern was her outfit. 

The problem wasn’t a lack of clothes, it was quite the opposite. She had so many clothes that she had absolutely no idea of what to wear! She frustratedly slammed her fist on the pile of clothes in front of her letting out a few choice words. In a moment of defeat, she looked up at her empty wardrobe- wait a second. (Y/n) quickly scrambled to her wardrobe, slipping and sliding on the sea of clothes that lined the way before quickly yanking out the clothes covered hanger. On the hanger was a two piece set.

 The top was a wisteria purple crop top with puffy short sleeves, the skirt the same exact shade with a ruffle hem. “This is perfect! Where did this come from?” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. The outfit clung to her plush body, every curve visible and apparent. The girl smiled, smoothing her hand over the outline of her stomach that was apparent through her skirt. Years ago she would’ve been bothered by the entire concept of the outfit but now the outline of her figure made her smile like an old friend. She quickly put on a pair of white chunky sneakers, accessorizing the outfit with a few necklaces and rings as well just in time to hear a knock on the door. She did another once over in the mirror before quickly running to the door pulling it open to reveal Blaise standing there. She felt her face grow warm at his appearance.

He wore a form fitting maroon sweatshirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, a pair of jeans that weren’t skinny but fit to his figure in the most flattering of ways, and a pair of expensive shoes from some brand she couldn’t even begin to try and pronounce. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers composed of forget me nots, baby’s breath, and daisies. Blaise was in awe. He had seen her outside of her uniform a plethora of times but knowing that she had dressed up so nicely just to go on a date with him made his heart soar. “Wow, you look breathtaking. Look at you!” he hyped her up, grabbing her hand. He held their entwined fingers above their heads, signaling for her to spin around. “Lovely, absolutely divine. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a deity.” he said, smile growing more as (Y/n) grew shyer.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Zabini. You look great, maroon is definitely your color.” she gushed, closing the door to her room. She looked down at their still entwined fingers, squeezing his large calloused hand with her small chubby one before bringing her gaze up to his face. Unsurprisingly, he was already looking at her.

“Thank you, dove. Let’s get going shall we? I’ve got a ton I wanna do with you and such a short amount of time. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“We shall.”

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The first place they arrived at was a building she had seen many times during her visits to Hogsmeade but had never been in. It was an old brick building with a paintbrush on an old rusty sign above it.

“An art store?” she questioned, looking up at him confused but not against his choice. They both walked in, a sound of a bell dinging as they did so. She looked around in awe at the abundance of supplies. The store was sort of stuffy and crowded but that was a part of its charm. Blaise scratched at the back of his neck nervously as he watched her roam around.

“Yeah I don’t know if I mentioned it before but I enjoy doing art in my freetime. I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite places first.” He said, walking up behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “A-and well, everytime I imagined going on a date with you, I always pictured the two of us showing each other our favorite hidden gems. We can leave if you wa-”

“That won’t be necessary. This is really cool and I’ve always wanted to learn more about art! I’m more of a reader and writer myself.” she said, grabbing his hand. Blaise let out a huge breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in in the first place before dragging her off in the direction of his favorite brand of oil paints. The two walked hand in hand, exploring his favorite parts of the store. When he’d see something he used himself or was familiar with, he’d explain it to her, rambling off about it excitedly.

Blaise wasn’t normally the type of guy to speak many words but being around (Y/n) brought out that side of him. It wasn’t that his friends were bad per say, they just weren’t very fond of listening to things that didn’t pertain to them which he was more than fine with. However, it was nice having an outlet to share his interest for once. He loved that she would ask questions about things and even let him talk about his own work. Most girls he talked to never really cared to listen to what he had to say, often spending more time kissing him breathless than listening to the words that flew from his lips. But (Y/n) was very attentive, listening to everything he had to say, eyes full of the same excitement he held.

“Alright, I think I’ve bought everything I’ve needed from here. Your pick, where do you wanna go?” he questioned, grabbing the girl’s hand again as they walked out of the small art store. He offered the old man behind a small smile before turning his attention back to his date. (Y/n) thought about it, humming as she tried to figure out before her eyes lit up.

“I have the perfect place! Come on Blaise, you’re gonna love it.” she exclaimed before taking off down the street, dragging him along with her. He smiled fondly at her letting her lead the way.

“This something I could get used to.” he muttered, trying his best to keep up with her pace.

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About 10 minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked to be a bookstore. Blaise looked around, swiping his fingers across the dusty books. “Welcome to the place where I spend most of my time when coming to Hogsmeade. It may look like just a bookstore but you’ll see why it's not in just a minute.” she said. Blaise watched as the girl got on her hands and knees and began to crawl making a ‘spspsps’ noise. He was confused, rightfully so but he didn’t question her actions. All of a sudden, a floof of white fur came crawling over to the girl purring as she scratched behind its ears.

 “It’s a cat bookstore! How cool is that? There’s a bunch of these little guys just running around here.” she said, standing up with the kitten in her hands. Blaise’s heart beat wildly at the sight. She looked too cute with the kitten in her hand, holding it gently against her soft chest. He was brought from his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg. He had to stop himself from losing it at the sight of the little calico cat brushing against his leg.

“Hi there little guy.” he cooed softly, reaching a hand down to pet the cat’s head. The cat jumped up to meet his hand before it could land, nuzzling its fuzzy little head against the boy's head as he purred loudly.

“That’s not the only thing. They also carry some muggle literature too! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret.” she said, placing the kitten down as she began to browse the books on the old wooden shelves. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he promised, eyes never leaving her curvy figure. She looked right at home in the book store, reading the titles like they were old friends. “I’m a bit of a muggle literature fan myself. Ever heard of Shakespear?” he asked. (Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. She would’ve never expected that from the man, knowing how against all things muggle related purebloods slytherins were. He walked over to her tilting her head up as he looked into her eyes. “ What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip. Her breath hitched slightly as she began to scowl as he walked off laughing some.

“Jerk! That was not funny.” she said, punching him in the arm as she glared up at him.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, love. You just look too cute when you’re nervous!”

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It had been a few weeks since their date and (Y/n) was starting to grow nervous. She and Blaise hadn’t been on another one and it confused her deeply. She had an amazing time on their date, in fact it had been the best one she had ever been on! Did he not feel the same? Maybe he had commitment issues? It couldn’t have been her. No, she had done everything right. She spoke well mannered, bantered back and forth with him, and she looked bloody amazing.

She sighed, opening the door to her dorm. It had been a long week. She threw off her robes before turning to her dresser before gasping. On top of the dresser laid a huge painting surrounded in a beautiful antique golden frame. She hesitantly walked over to it, brushing her fingers along it before looking at the note attached. Opening the wax sealed envelope she began reading the note out loud.

“My dearest rose, how are you? I apologize deeply for my lack of presence. Not being near you for so long deeply hurt me so but it was not in vain. You see, after spending such a lovely time with you that day, I felt extremely inspired. Your beauty deserves to be captured in something far more grand than a simple photograph so I painted you this. I hope to see you soon. To my greatest muse, Blaise Zabini.” she smiled as she read the words, goosebumps going up her arms. Blaise was indeed a talented artist. In photo realistic detail was a large painting of her smiling with the white kitten from before in her hands. She was lost for words. Never had someone done something so amazing for her. “Do I really look this beautiful? Is this how he sees me?” she asked no one in particular.

“It is and you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” she jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Turning her head she saw the man she had been thinking of for weeks. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling before wrapping her arms around him hugging him tightly. Blaise froze for a bit, not used to receiving such gentle forms of affection. He pulled back before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“Let me take you out again tomorrow, yeah?” he asked her in a soft tone. She simply nodded before standing on her tiptoes initiating another lovely kiss. Blaise wrapped his arms around her soft waist, bringing her closer to him.

“I really am one lucky bloke.”

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise x y/n #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #plus size reader #chubby reader

[miki-snake]

loading... The Other Brother

character selected: Osamu

played for: 2.8k words

A/N: So, this is my piece for the HQHQ SFW Collab, check out the work of all the other amazing writers and with that, I hope you enjoy it! 

It was planned to be a nice family dinner at Onigiri Miya. The restaurant was closed earlier that day so you and Osamu had enough time to prepare everything before the rest of the family would arrive. His parents, Atsumu, you, and Osamu, just a little get-together to catch up on everyone. It was a light mood at the dinner table, Atsumu was cracking jokes and his mother scolded him for his terrible table manners, while Osamu and his dad talked about the great development of his restaurant. 

His family, especially his father, were surely proud of Osamu to take the risk and reach for his dream. Since the beginning, they were all supportive of his decision to open up Onigiri Miya and you couldn’t be more happy and proud to be a part of this journey. 

You and Osamu were staying strong since the last year of high school when Osamu finally had the courage to come up to you with a homemade bento and the question if you’d like to be his girlfriend that he delivered with a light stutter and blushing cheeks. Of course, you said yes, you had a crush on the grey-haired Miya twin for over a year and everyone around you could feel the mutual, but oblivious pining the two of you had after each other. 

So when he asked you out you were ecstatic to finally call him yours. 

From then on, you two were an unmatched team. After high school, you followed your dreams while he continued down the road of being a chef in his own restaurant. 

 You were right at his side whenever he needed you, at his brightest moments but also when he was close to falling apart. 

As the night went on, the attention shifted over to Atsumu and his current life. He was part of Japan’s Olympic team and he just continued to gain prominence by other athletes and sports fans but especially by his female fans. Wherever he went it was like a hoard of ladies followed him and it was really scary to see how few boundaries these women knew. 

“You know Atsumu, if you’d stop going to the club every weekend, you might be able to use your free time to meet a proper woman out there.” That was what his mother would tell him almost every time they’d see each other. Somehow she was worried that Atsumu wouldn’t find the right person and well, you always had to laugh when the topic comes up. He’d get flustered and tries to change the topic but ultimately he’d fail. 

Miss Miya turned over to face you with a bright smile on her face.

“I’m really happy that Osamu got you by his side y/n.” 

Her eyes were shining with pride and you were sure that you had the same look on your face because you were proud to be Osamu’s girlfriend. You were proud of what he has achieved and how far you two have come. 

You loved him and there was never a day when you doubt your decision to be with him. 

“Yeah y/n, you’re a really good girlfriend for Osamu. If only I hadn’t pushed him to confess to you and asked you out myself.” Atsumu topped his words with a smirk and a wink but you knew that was all show to tease you. You and Atsumu had always been great friends, he was the goofball in the group and every time you’d have a good laugh with him. This situation was no different from the rest, so you just laughed about his comment, shaking your head no when he jokingly offered that it wasn’t too late to choose the “obviously better” twin. It was all taken with lighthearted laughter and you shoot back at him that you already were with the better twin. 

 And for you, it was simple as that, not that you could really compare the two twins like that but to you, it had always been only Osamu. 

It was a great night with the people that you adored, which is why you don’t know how only two days after the meeting, you ended up on the couch in your apartment, feeling like you’d fall right off the earth. 

“What did you just say?” You heard him perfectly fine but the words didn’t register in your brain. The shock was written all over your face, as your body reacted before your mind really knew what was going on.

“I said that I wanted us to break up.” Osamu’s face was wiped from any emotion, his voice strong and stern but you’ve been with him way too long to not hear the slight hesitance in his words. 

You frowned at him and wondered where this was coming from. 

You were already at home, the apartment that you and Osamu shared, waiting for him as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. When you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and the door opening with a creak, you got up to greet him. Right at the sight of him, you knew something was up, though you just assumed it was something at work. With a tug on his arm, you directed him to the couch where you sat down but he just stood there as if he was ready to turn around and leave again. 

I want us to break up. 

 He really said that but your mind couldn’t wrap around his words. It felt like your body was burning from the inside, you wanted to scream or to punch something. 

“Why?” In the end, it was all you could get out. Your voice sharp as a knife and if only you knew… if only you knew how it pierced through Osamu’s heart. Though what would it change if you knew, it wasn’t as if he didn’t just shatter yours. 

“Do I have to give you a reason? It’s not like I’d need you to accept that this is over.” His words were harsh, maybe even harsher than he intended. But in his mind it was the right thing to do, in his mind his hurt was much more than yours. That’s what you don’t know though, but what you knew was that you were enraged by his words. 

Your breathing picked up, nails digging holes into your palms as you stared at him with eyes full of disbelieve and anger. 

“Do you have to give me a reason? If you are really that slow then yes, yes you have to give me a reason Osamu. I have every right to know why you want to end things out of nowhere.” 

“I’m not asking you y/n, I am telling you that we’re done.” He seemed to get annoyed and his voice picked up in volume but you won’t back down. 

“Too bad Osamu, because it’s always two in a relationship and I am the second person in this one. So, I ask you again, why do you want to break up.”

“I don’t have to tell you.”

“Stop being childish!” You were beyond frustrated. He really thought he could get away with it by just telling you that you two were done? This wasn’t just a fling or a summer flirt, you two have been together for years and you won’t give up until he told you the truth. You knew him like no other and it was clear to you, in the way that he acted towards you that he was trying to hide something. 

And yes, Osamu just wanted to run away and not look back but he was rooted right in front of you just by the unforgiving look you gave him. 

“Oh, now I’m childish? What else am I huh? Tell me y/n, what else bothers you.”

 “What are you talking about? ‘Samu this has nothing to do with what bothers me because it is you that wants to break up with me!”

“Everything has to do with you y/n!” He yelled at you, his chest heaving as he struggled to control his breathing. He was prepared for you to yell back at him but all you did was look at him confused while you patiently waited for him to continue. 

You knew there was more to it and you wouldn’t let him rest until you got to the very bottom of it. 

“Tell me y/n, what would you have done if Atsumu would’ve been the one who confessed to you.” You really didn’t expect this conversation to turn that way. 

“Why are you asking that? I don’t know, it didn’t happen.” 

“But what if?”

“What do you mean what if? It didn’t happen, so why does it matter when the situation never occurred?”

“It matters because now you’re with me.” He sounded exasperated, but to you, it was just ridiculous. Osamu was never one to worry about the past, always looking forward to achieving his dreams, so seeing him like this was… it was challenging. 

“Yes, I am with you. I am with you and I wouldn’t-“

“You’re with the other brother y/n, okay? That’s all I am right? Atsumu the shining sun and then there’s the other brother.” 

His words shocked you. 

 Never in the entire time of your relationship did he talk about that. He looked so vulnerable, so desperate and it hurt you to see him like that. The two of you had a lot of up and downs, many fights and disagreements but in the end, you always talked it out. When something was bothering him, he never hesitated to talk to you about it, so hearing this for the first time makes you wonder how long he’s felt that way. 

You never wanted him to feel like he couldn’t come to you and you never thought you did. But no matter how worried you were, his next words hit you square in the face. 

“If Atsumu would’ve asked you back then, you probably wouldn’t be here.” 

When did you give him the impression that it was Atsumu that you loved? Sure, he played a big role in your life. He was one of your closest friends and the brother of the man you loved. He was the brother of the man you loved but not the man you loved. 

“When… when did you feel like I loved him and not you?” 

“I’m not blind, everyone can see the way you two smile at each other. You laugh at everything he says and your eyes are basically glued to him y/n.” 

“He makes me smile because we’re friends, but I’m not in love with the first person that I smile at.” You tried to reason with him but it didn’t seem like he’s listening to you. It was frustrating because what did he wanted to hear from you? You tell him every day how much you loved him, you’re always right by his side and you’ve always supported him so what is it that he wants?

“Don’t think I am dumb y/n. I am just a placeholder for you.”

Now that struck a nerve.

You know that his words were coming from a place of insecurities but that didn’t mean he could just say things without having to take the consequences. 

“A placeholder? Do you really think that lowly of me ‘Samu?” A bitter laugh escaped your lips, your eyes burning from the tears that started to well up. Never, from the day that you’ve met him, did you think he’d say something like that. Your heart was burning, lungs struggling to keep a steady breath. It was insane, everything must’ve turned upside down because this 

“So you think I am just a shallow person, using you so I could eventually get to Atsumu?” Your voice was getting louder with every word, your anger winning over the bone crushing hurt that you felt. 

“I tell you what Osamu, if I would’ve wanted to be with Atsumu I could’ve gotten there without playing around with you.” He flinched at your words and you know that you’ve hurt him, but you didn’t care. He started this so he has to be ready to take your words

“You don’t understand it y/n. You know what, I can’t even blame you because everyone loves Atsumu. He’s the golden boy, the rising athlete, the older brother that I’ve, even if we’re only a few minutes apart, looked up to. 

No matter where we went people always looked at him, smiled at him and wanted him.” You could see the tears in his eyes, the way his voice trembles and he bit on his lip to hold himself back. “They always chose him. I mean, I also chose him, I followed him around, did whatever he did but now our paths are changing and in the end, people still choose him first.” All this time he was avoiding your gaze, looked behind you at the wall but now his eyes were piercing right through your heart. The man in front of you, the one that you loved so dearly, he was broken into pieces. 

“But when will I be someone’s first choice? Tell me, when?” It was one thing that he was questioning your love for him but for him to feel like no one would choose him? It broke you just as much because he no matter what he’d said, you loved him. 

You stepped closer to him, until you were nearly chest to chest. The warmth of his body was seeping through your skin and you desperately wanted to take him into your arms, but you couldn’t. You placed your right hand on his chest and you could feel how fast his heart was beating and somehow, in a familiar way you feel as if it synced with yours. 

“I don’t think you can ever really understand how much I love you. Because no matter how many times I tell you that I love you or what it is that I love about you, I know that in the back of your mind you will always question it. 

And I’m not going to lie, it hurts. It hurts knowing that no matter what I do, you will never let loose of those insecurities.” Tears were now streaming freely down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

“But even then I will never stop to tell you how much I adore you. ‘Cause, what I feel for you is nothing but unconditional love. Do you know why it’s unconditional? Because I don’t expect anything in return. I don’t expect you to love me back or to do something to prove yourself. It’s unconditional because no matter what you’d give me and what not, I’d still love you. I would lie if I’d told you that I wouldn’t want to hear “I love you” from you. Though if you say it or not won’t change the way I feel for you. ”

His tears were trickling down his face and right onto you, both of you crying, not in each others arms but so close. 

“You got me hooked on you, the moment you walked through that door with that gorgeous and calm smile on your face. I knew there was no way back for me and no other respond than yes when you asked me out.“ And through the tears you still managed to smile, you smiled because of him. 

“But loving you unconditionally also means that I have to respect your decision to back out of this relationship. I’m not giving up on us without fighting, because 'Samu, I fought. I fought for us, bled and cried countless nights, hoping that this could work out whenever we had a fight.“

“I was- am ready to love you and help you to love yourself but I can’t help someone who doesn’t want me.  It hurts that I couldn’t give you what you wanted, what you so desperately needed. I hope that one day you’ll find that person who’ll give you that breathtaking feeling you gave me. Someone, who can make you feel loved because that’s what you deserve Osamu. You deserve to be someone’s first choice.”

Of course you weren’t giving up, but you were waiting. You would give him his chance to think and gather his thoughts but for now you needed to step back and that’s what you did.

With that, you stood up and gathered your belongings in your bag. You got ready to walk out of the door, walk out of his life. As always you wore your heart on your sleeve, you told him what you felt and not it was his time to decide. What was his first choice?

His pride and insecurities or you?

Paralyzed by his feelings and mind still pondering about your words, he just sat there staring into the blurry world. You chose him and he decided to end it. He knew that you’ be there waiting but not forever and so now it was his time to choose. 

#osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! #haikyuu osamu #HQHQ collab

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extra drabble #2: love is in the air and it’s rubbing it in right on pediatricsurgeon!jungkook’s face as he’s reminded that he’s awfully single once again. that doesn’t mean he can’t gift a special someone something, right?

or in which, jungkook thinks you’d look nice with tiffany & co. jewelry around your neck. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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‘‘What do you think she’ll like?’’ Taehyung asks Jungkook as they peruse through the Tiffany & Co. counters filled with expensive jewelry. 

The youngest shrugs his shoulders, ‘‘Shouldn’t you know? You’re the boyfriend,’’ he comments, but it only garners him a displeased side-eye from his friend. 

‘‘Why do I even bother asking for your help? You haven’t had a girlfriend in over a decade.’’ Taehyung mumbles, shaking his head as he keeps analyzing the sparkly bracelets. ‘‘So until you have one, don’t even try to use the I’m the boyfriend and I should know argument…women are far more complicated than that.’’ 

One of the pediatrician’s eyebrow raises, curious about the neurosurgeon’s words. 

Jungkook blames Med School for his lack of ‘‘women knowledge’’. His dating life was basically nonexistent all throughout the years he was studying to get his degree and although he did try his best to go on a couple of dates after he got his specialization, he had realized that he was absolutely clueless about how to even date. 

If he could grade his dating skills, Jungkook would give himself a less than average score. 

He has to give credits to his friend. Although the older male was stressed about getting his younger girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day gift, at least he was trying. The neurosurgeon isn’t a patient person at all, and on any other occasion, Taehyung would’ve picked anything at random, swiped his credit card, and called it a day. 

Jungkook doesn’t understand why does one put themselves through so much stress for one day. He’s a firm believer that there shouldn’t be a predetermined day to be romantic with your partner. Then again, Taehyung is right, the pediatrician hasn’t dated in a hot minute so what does he know? 

The neurosurgeon clicks his tongue as he starts to think that he won’t be able to find anything for Yoonah in this store. He’s about to call Jungkook over to tell him that they should try Cartier next, but he holds himself back as he notices the youngest is stuck staring at one of the showcases displaying the latest arrivals. 

Taehyung chuckles, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and startling him. ‘‘Thinking about getting someone something for Valentine’s?’’ He asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, ‘‘No! I uh─’’

‘‘I think Y/N would really like that, don’t you think?’’ Taehyung interrupts him, a teasing tone to his voice. He actually has no damn clue what you even like, but he thinks it’s funny to pester his friend, especially when it comes to you. 

It’s almost comical how embarrassed Jungkook gets whenever you’re romantically implied to him. 

In any other moment, he’d tell Taehyung off. What does the neurosurgeon even know about what you like? This time, however, Jungkook remains silent as he looks back at the necklace that had caught his attention. Two interlocked pendants hanging delicately from the gold chain. It is something you would like. 

‘‘So, are you gonna get it?’’ The neurosurgeon asks him, it almost feels like he’s cornering the youngest into swiping his black card right then and there. 

Jungkook stammers, lips slightly ajar as he debates inside his head if he should. 

He’s really not the type to give people gifts, not even to you. Although he did give you that spa day certificate last year, it was only because his mom had given it to him in the first place and he couldn’t seem to find the time to use it, regifting it to you because coincidentally you had been complaining about knots in your back that same week. 

 ‘‘Let’s go,’’ the pediatrician mumbles, tugging his friends’ jacket to get him to leave the store. 

There’s a really vivid picture of you wearing the necklace with a big smile on your face that he can’t seem to get out of his mind now. 

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You’ve always had mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day. 

On one hand, you think the festivity is cute. The hospital gets decorated with pink and red colors, there are heart-shaped paper banners hanging from the walls and there’s even free candy all over the place! 

On the other hand, it serves as a yearly reminder that you’re terribly single and have no one to spend this day with. Of course, you could always do something with your friends. Sadly, your friends are all busy doctors. Besides, you are very aware this day is marketed for couples. Whoever came up with the friendship idea must’ve been single and felt left out. 

You already have plans of your own anyway. A bottle of wine and a family-sized bag of your favorite chips are waiting for you at home, you’re only left to pick what movie will be the chosen one for tonight. 

The debate of what rom-com to watch is stopped as you enter your office, a gasp escaping your mouth as you notice the bouquet of flowers over your desk. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, taken aback by the sudden surprise. 

You hadn’t been expecting anything from anyone. You were quite content with the amount of candy you had received, but something like this was far away from your mind. 

It almost even scares you to look at it closely. Afraid it could be a terrible joke or a simple mistake someone had made, an arrangement wrongly delivered to you instead of the original owner. That’s a possibility. 

Mustering up the courage to get closer, you pick up the bouquet to notice there’s a small blue box snuggled between the pretty flowers. Your eyes widen because...Tiffany & Co.? Yes, this must be a mistake. 

There’s no note attached, which only makes you wonder who could possibly this gift be for. 

You can almost hear a little devil Yoongi whispering from your shoulder finders keepers, it’s only fair since it’s in your office anyway. But there’s also ethical angel Namjoon on your other shoulder telling you to do the right thing, which is to head towards reception and ask who had entered your office and left it behind. Which you do ─ angel Namjoon rejoices as devil Yoongi swears he’ll get away with it someday. 

The receptionist is typing away at her computer’s keyboard, registering the new files into the system as she notices you approaching with the bouquet on hand and she stops her work to smile at you. 

‘‘Hello, Doctor Y/L/N! I see you got your Valentine’s Day gift, heading home already?’’ She asks curiously. 

You chuckle, ‘‘I think there’s been a mistake.’’ The comment makes the receptionist’s eyebrows furrow together, confused at your words. ‘‘I don’t have a Valentine, so there’s no way this is for me. There’s not even a note attached to it.’’ 

‘‘Ohhh, I see.’’ She says in a tone you can’t quite pinpoint, getting back to her typing quickly. 

You clear your throat, ‘‘I was wondering if you know who went inside my office today?’’ 

The receptionist refuses to look at you again, eyes focused on the screen in front of her. She shakes her head no, ‘‘So many people come and go, I lose track of them!’’ 

You sigh, defeated. The receptionist takes one last look at you before you leave, ‘‘That gift is for you, Dr. Y/L/N.’’ Your gaze moves back towards her, but you can tell her lips are sealed. Whoever left this behind must’ve asked for secrecy. 

Looking back down at the bouquet in your hands, you smile slightly at the idea of this being yours. Someone actually gave you something for once. 

The receptionist chuckles at your flustered cheeks and the smile you’re biting back from spreading across your face. 

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Jungkook’s phone buzzes as he steps outside his bathroom. It’s a message from the group chat and he quickly opens it, fingers beginning to tremble as he hopes it’s the long-awaited message he’s been hoping to see throughout most of the day. 

[9:30 PM] Y/N 🥰❤️: i think i have a secret admirer? 

[9:30 PM] Seokjin: Welcome to the club! 

[9:31 PM] Namjoon: Why? Did you get something today? 

The message that proceeds is one that makes Jungkook’s heart stop momentarily. It’s a selfie of you smiling, a gold necklace being the main focus as it sits pretty on your chest. These are the moments the pediatrician doesn’t question Namjoon’s diagnosis, he is crushing hard.

[9:34 PM] Yoongi: It looks expensive, good for you Y/N. 

[9:32 PM] Taehyung: omg :0 

[9:33 PM] Taehyung: that necklace looks awfully familiar…..

Jungkook is too busy staring at the picture to even notice Taehyung’s teasing. 

It’s just like he had pictured, but much better. 

a/n: hiii guys happy valentine’s day!! my gift for y’all is this drabble <3 pining 101 is a crowd favorite and i feel rlly guilty abt abandoning it :( but i HAD to write smthn for these two for vday!! hope u enjoyed n sorry (again) for the wait :P ps: although this is an extra drabble, this does take place during the main drabbles timeline!

#jungkook au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook drabble #bts drabble #d: pining 101 #kept it cute n short y'all for once

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PAPERCLIPS | a Javi Peña x reader fic

rating: T for dramatic elements; will change to M in future parts

summary: You think your crush on Javi goes unnoticed - until Steve and Connie take matters into their own hands. 

a/n: ive had this story idea in my head for months and im so glad it’s finally out of my head and actually WRITTEN!! there will be a part two for sure, and others if i feel inspired!!

Paperclips

Being Javier Peña’s neighbor isn’t the worst thing to happen to you. Being a secretary at the DEA office is. Seeing Agent Javier Fucking Peña every day of the week is slowing killing you. His cute little ass in those tight ass jeans. He knows what he’s doing, and you hate him for it. The suits are just as bad. Displaying his broad shoulders, showing off his sharp jaw. You want nothing more than to yank him to your level by one of his ties and kiss him harshly. Yeah. You hate him.

But you won’t do anything about this hopeless crush. You haven’t done anything for weeks.

Your desk sits up higher, you look down at the boys from your perch. Javi’s desk faces away from you, which allows you to stare at the back of his head (and ass) all day. Every once and a while you get lucky and see his face when he leaves his desk to go out in the field, or when he comes into work in the mornings. He’ll turn and offer a nod or a simple wave good morning.

You are friendly acquaintances. You’ve spoken on occasion at the dreaded office parties. The only reason you ever have gone to those are the free food and the small chance to see him.

Your staring at the back of his head is the most you do lately, your crush too strong to get up the nerve to ask him for coffee. Luckily, he can’t see you pine away for him.

But unbeknownst to you, there’s a watchful pair of eyes that have seen your longing gazes at the back of Javi’s head.

One Steve Murphy.

He’s seen every glance. Every flustered look cross your face. He doesn’t want to pry, not at first. But then he remembers how his buddies set him up with Connie. And hell, Javi could use someone nice like you in his life. Someone less dangerous to get involved with than communist informants.

Steve’s told Connie every detail, it’s much more entertaining to discuss then the heavy topic of death and drug lords. Connie’s only concern is the office romance drama, but she’s your friend. And she wants the same thing for you – Javi is a good man. And being neighbors with you, she’s also seen the looks you’ve given as Javi walks down the hallway.

They are planning more on how to get you with Javi than you are.

So far, your plan is hoping he’ll need a paperclip and will come ask you for one. And then suddenly ask you to coffee and then take you back to his place and-

Oh shit.

Javi’s wearing a blue shirt today, your favorite. And you might have let your eyes linger a little too long. And you’ve just made eye contact with Steve. He quirks a brow at you, and a small smirk appears on his lips. His piercing gaze just past Javi makes his partner curious, and the object of your affections turns his head in your direction.

When Javi’s eyes meet yours, you quickly avert your gaze. Trying to busy yourself with something important. Which consists mainly of organizing your already organized desk.

Javi is none the wiser, he shrugs and goes back to work. But Steve, he saw all that he needed to see.

You spend the rest of the day with your head down. You’ve had enough embarrassment for one day. It pains you that you’re missing out on the blue shirt though.

Normally after work you come up with some excuse to try and say hi and bye to Javi on his way out. He almost never goes straight to his apartment after office hours because he’s typically working out in streets. It’s your small chance to get some form of interaction with him.

Tonight though, you get out of there as soon as possible. It kills you to leave, you can hear Javi and Steve laughing at their desks. You want to turn around and see that smile you dream of.

So instead, you get out and head home.

You look forward to a quiet evening. You need a distraction. Something, anything to keep your mind off of him. Which only seems to make you think about him even more.

It’s getting later and the wine in your system has you feeling warm. There’s a warm buzzed feeling that spreads over your body and settles between your legs.

Maybe the wine wasn’t such a good idea. And you’re being ridiculous. So, Steve saw you looking at Javi. Is that a crime? Javi is handsome. Most women in the office notice him, even the married ones get a little smile on their face when he walks by.

It’s more than that. Having your crush discovered isn’t the end of the world.

Maybe you know that if Javi was interested he would have done something by now. Maybe you know that if Steve tells Javi about your crush that something will happen. Or that something won’t.

You want to get over this crush, but all you can think about is the arousal between your legs. You’ve seen him bring women home, but it’s been some time. That’s given you a false hope you think. Regardless, you know he’s a good lover. Thin walls.

You ache.

Those nights when he’s brought a woman home have been awful. You don’t listen on purpose, and more often than not you wish you couldn’t hear. Couldn’t hear women scream out his name, wishing it were you crying out his name into the dark.

On top of all that, you know that most times when he brings someone home, it’s been a bad day for him. He brings a prostitute home to ease his sorrows with the high of a release. You want to be there for him not just sexually, but emotionally. Living next to him isn’t the worst thing, but not being able to help him when you’ve seen the weight he carries is.

You’ll see him at work the next morning and try not to pretend you didn’t hear the headboard thwacking and how much you wish it were you.

Yeah. That wine wasn’t a good idea.

You’ve created a fantasy which you entertain, maybe it’s wrong but right now the wine is talking. Your fingers tease yourself and you’re close to the edge when you hear a rapid knock on the door.

Feeling flushed and disoriented, you quickly tug your pants back on and hurry to open your door.

You’re met with the sight of a woman, obviously drunk.

“Is Javi here?” she laughs twirling her hair with her fingers. You feel sick.

“You have the wrong apartment,” you tell her and point to Javi’s front door across the hall.

Disrupted by the noise, Javi’s door opens. His eyes widen in slight shock at seeing the two of you talking. He pushes his door open, and this other woman walks past him into his place. His eyes flick up to you in a silent apology and he closes the door behind him with a click.

The silence in the hallway is deafening. You stand in your doorway in disbelief. You can hear muffled voices across the hall, and you slam your door behind you in anger. You wince at the slam, then you sink down to the floor. Tears fall from your eyes, who were you kidding?

You get no sleep that night, and every sound that drifts over from his apartment to yours fills you with dread. You’ve heard nothing sexual in nature, but that doesn’t make you feel any better.

You don’t even want to go to work. You don’t want to see him. You’re mad at him, even though you’re actually mad at yourself.

Most of the day goes by before you really get a chance to see him. And for that you are grateful.

You smell his cologne before you see him, and his tall frame hovers by your desk. His voice comes out gentle and raspy.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he starts. A small part of you hopes he’ll apologize for what it looked like, apologize for hurting you. “I’m sorry she disrupted your night.”

Oh.

“Thanks,” is your weak reply. You can’t even bear to look up at him. Shit, he smells really good too. He almost never comes up to your desk. And now that he’s here, you just want him to go away.

“Javi, I-“ you manage to look up at him. And you don’t have a clue what you’re gonna say. His eyebrows raise as he’s ready to listen to what you have to say.

“Great!” You hear Steve’s voice cut through. “I’m glad I got you both together!” he claps his hand on Javi’s shoulder. “Connie and I are having a little get together tonight, and we want you both to come! Be there at 7!” he squeezes Javi’s shoulder and gives you a nod and leave before you can tell him no.

Javi shakes his head but gives you a soft smile. “Connie’s cooking isn’t that bad,” he jokes getting a laugh from you. Even though you curse yourself for laughing, you’re still mad. But when you see him smile at your laugh, you’re not….completely mad.

You spend the rest of the day and afternoon panicking about what to wear. Who else was going to be at this “get together”?

You can only assume it’s a casual thing, but still. Knowing Javi will be there has your insides churning.

You arrive early to help Connie, and to compose yourself. You’re helping her to set the table when Javi walks in. He gives a polite nod, and Steve is quick to greet him with a beer.

You flush, and Connie sees you actively trying to avoid any looks. She gives you a gentle nudge with her elbow, getting you to look up at her.

“It’s alright,” she whispers. “He’s into you.” She looks over at the boys in the small living area. Javi’s shrugged his jacket and is sitting with Steve, one of them laughs at a joke.

You nod your head ‘no.’

“He isn’t,” you tell her with a small shrug. “Is this all that’s coming?” you ask trying to change the subject. It dawns on you then that this is a setup, a double date. You start to panic.

“Hey,” Connie’s words are soft but firm, “it’s just dinner.”

She’s right, and you know she is. But you’re not sure if you can handle looking at him. All you can think about is the woman who came knocking on your door last night and him taking her in. What else would she have been there for other than to get a little taste of Javier Peña?

It’s hard to avoid those big brown eyes when he’s sitting directly across from you at the table. The conversation is light and humorous. But the way Javi is looking at you, it’s as if he knows something. Like he can read your mind.

“Dessert?” Connie’s cheery voice tears you from your thoughts.

“I’ll help,” you tell her. You need air, you feel like you’re suffocating under his glances.

“I’d say it’s going well!” she giggles once the two of you are out of earshot in the kitchen.

“How can you even tell?” you groan. “He’s not into me Connie.”

“I don’t know, he’s been making eyes at you across the table.”

“Connie,” you hiss. “He is not into me. He brought home some woman last night. Why the hell would he be into me?”

“How do you know-“

“I know. I know!” you hiss sharply trying to keep your voice down. “He brings those women home for a fuck, I know I’ve heard! And I will NEVER be one of those women.”

And not that you want to necessarily be one of them, that he fucks only – but-

“He doesn’t want me.”

“Who said that?” Javi’s voice has you turn in the little kitchen. You almost drop the plate in your hands. Connie and Steve exchange a look. Your eyes are fixed on Javi. You wish the earth would swallow you whole.

Embarrassed and upset, tears start to well up in your eyes.

“C’mon,” Javi offers you his hand. Your arms are crossed tight against your chest, but at the softness of his voice you relax and take his hand. He guides you out of the apartment, and you turn to Connie – she gives you a smile and a nod saying, “it’s ok.”

So, you follow Javi. He guides you down the hall to his apartment. He pats his pocket but doesn’t feel his keys.

“Shit,” he laughs, “they’re in my jacket pocket-“

“We can go in mine,” you reply pulling out your keys and open your apartment door.

You’re not entirely sure what is happening, but you open the door and he follows behind.

“I didn’t bring her home for sex,” Javi tells you the moment the door closes behind him. “She’s an informant, she only pretended to be drunk so no one would be suspicious. Her idea, not mine.”

“So, you know?” your voice hesitant.

“Know what?” he leans against your kitchen counter. Your arms have crossed against your chest again.

“Know how I feel?” your face heats up.

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “I could feel your eyes burning the back of my head, and my ass,” he says out of the corner of his mouth. He gives a gentle wink, his eyes bright and eyebrows lifted.

You bury your face in your hands, “was I that obvious?”

“Honestly, I thought you were checking out Steve at first,” he laughs. Your laugh joins his, and you feel more relaxed. “The only reason I never said anything was-“ he nibbles on his lower lip trying to think of what he wants to say. “I thought you wouldn’t want me.”

“What?” you gasp. “How could you think that?”

“My life is fucked up baby, why would you want in the mess?” He takes a step closer.

“All I wanted was to be there for you,” you admit, fiddling with the hem of your jacket.

“That’s all you wanted?” he takes another step closer. You can feel the heat of him. You look up at his face, he’s standing so close. His brow is raised. “That’s all you wanted?” he repeats in a whisper.

“Javi,” you whisper and melt into him as he closes the gap between you with his lips. His mustache tickles your upper lip in the way you hoped it would.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“You don’t have to explain,” you cling to his shirt. You start to laugh and press your forehead against his solid warm chest.

“What’s so funny?” he laughs.

“This isn’t how I thought this would happen.”

“Oh?” he raises that eyebrow again.

“I thought-“

“What?” he kisses your forehead and cheeks.

“I just thought you’d come up to my desk and ask me for a paperclip or something and then ask me for coffee.”

“Baby, I will ask you for a fucking paperclip if that’s what you want.”

You snort out a laugh and he squeezes you tight. He kisses you again, and you feel dizzy.

“I don’t do this. Ever,” you flush.

“It’s ok,” he whispers kissing you again, “all I came over for was a paperclip.”

//

MASTERLIST

#javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javi #narcos #my gifs #mine #my writing

[smugraccoon137]

Supergirl Season 2 episode 8 Medusa review part 2

If your curious part 1 was just my breakdown of Kara and Mon-els relationship that got way too long. But as always SPOILERS AND GAY THOUGHTS AHEAD

Me and kel get so excited when Lenas in an episode. Like practically giddy. I can’t help smiling when shes on screen honestly. And yes Katie McGrath is beautiful, but beyond that such a pretty smile and lovely voice. I’m sure ratings started to spike when she joined the cast. Okay enough about pretty girls on to the review 

Tipsy fucking Alex though guys I can’t get over this mess of a person. 

Alex: if I have to come out to my mom then I choose to do it drunk

Kara: no your not *yoinks beer*

Alex: wait no my coming out juice

Kara Danvers sneaky sneaker extraordinaire can totally interview Lena and find out Cadmus things without anyone knowing. The confidence this goofball has is top tier

Underrated relationship: Alex and Winn though. I really really love Winn and honestly Alex is such big sister energy to both him and Kara. 

wow Lenas pretty in the interview scene. A touch of auburn hair from the sunlight really makes this shot and we never get to see her with her hair down. Fan service honestly, or maybe she heard a certain beef cake reporter was gonna come by and wanted to dazzel her.

Lena: hair up is for business. Hair down is for flirting friendship time with Kara

Poor baby thinks she falls short nooooo. Your doing your best godamn your only like 25 jesus. Kara give her a hug she needs love and affection

Kara thinks shes being so sneaky in this interview. Such a golden retriever, bad at sneakin. As soon as she toes the line Lena catches on and kicks her out. Really good acting in the scene, the subtle change in expression to show Lenas guard raising. Good job Katie.

Real quick Lena why is your office so ugly? How do you keep it clean? You spend 99% of your days in this place and its whiter than a hospital room. I hate it. Why is your desk an oval? and why does it have a hole in it? Kara cant eat you out in secret anymore damn. 

OOHHHhhhh noooo the fucking gas bomb in the bar what the fuck. EVERYBODIES DEAD JESUS WHAT WAS THAT

Poor Mon-el. What happened at the bar was fucked up, and he feels like its fault when its obviously not.

Love that he and Kara are having bro time playing some Monopoly. Oh no not Kara asking if he likes her. Honestly thought these two had good chemistry in this scene. Im a sucker for dumbass not understanding certain words and phrases. So Kara having to reiterate her questions and finally being like “You don’t want to mate with me do you?” was super fun. Omegaverse vibes mfs. Although I am confused by mon-els reaction “I mean have you seen the kind of women I’ve been attracting?” I honestly don’t know what this means.

Kara internal reaction though: Oh thank god

Wow Kara really just has no regard for her own life, huh? she just opens the door and possibly contaminates herself. It’s good to want to help people, but love you gotta care about yourself too

Good reveal with the fortress of solitude. Oof Kara gonna feel like its her fault all those aliens died and mon-els sick. They do a really good job of showing Karas relationship with her parents through their holograms. She wants so badly to see them again, to talk to them. And she can, but not really. They just aren’t real.

Lena cattily to her mother: im used to celebrating holiday weekends alone at my desk

me to Kara: please invite her to thanksgiving

Okay so Lena being adopted is another interesting parallel to Kara. Also the fact that both Kara and Lena fall into there families shadows, and are left behhind or forgotten. Really interesting how Lena and Karas relationship is so similar to Clark and Lex’s for obvious purposes. Though the CW queer coding the fuck out of their relationship in Smallville really only adds to Supercorp fever. Its always been Homoerotic subtext Harold!

Me watching Lena and Lillian trade verbal blows: Wow ya’lls relationship is fucked up. Lex and Lionelle would spar and fence but you two are on another level jesus

oooooof that last line. 

Lena: I know your lying

Lillian: and how could you possibly know that?

Lena: because you told me you loved me. And we both know thats not true

Who wrote this jesus fuck my heart. The PAIN.

Bonus thought Lena thinks Karas smart. Goofball beefcake sneaky sneakster who doesnt know the difference between flirting and friendship is smart she thinks. I love these idiots

Wow Kara just doesn’t wait huh? Oh cadmus is going to be at LCorp? Not on my watch. Lena’s there. I know this because I tune into her heart beat just to check on her cus she likes to work late. Don’t worry Alex it’s for friendship reasons.

That LCorp security guard got princess carried for .2 seconds. Best moment of his life.

God its like dark out. Lenas working on a holiday weekend into the night. I hate this, give her friends.

Lena looks so scared when Kara gets thrown into the giant LCorp sign

And then hurt Kara looking up at her with dread.

Kara internal: fuck don’t come out now. I came here to save you

God I love the protectiveness. Its *chefs kiss*. Hank throwing the beam at Lena and Kara even in her hurt state throwing herself in front of it. Sometimes self sacrifice is gay. But how Lena looks at her after wards like “I can’t believe I’m alive. I can’t believe she chose to save me”. Met with a gruff “Get out of here!”. mm yes this is my kind of content. Fight for me.

I was robbed an aftercare scene but I doubt it will be the last time. (*COUGHS* the “im leaving” phone call *COUGHS*)

Talking about the virus Eliza: what about Lena Luthor?

Kara: What about her?! (super defensive is also a super power maam)

Winn: Luthors can be pretty good actors

Kara: No, I looked into LENAS EYES. She doesn’t know anything about cadmus or her mother

J’onzz: Would you stake Mon-els life on that?

well I guess that really puts Lena and Mon-el right next to each other in priorities huh? Which one is more important? 

Wow Lena totally has a crush on Supergirl after that. Flustered dork. 

Lena: *laughs nervously* you know that doors not really an entrance

Kara: *upsettit stone face pupper*

Lena: :,) 

Okay but the way Lena just says “Anything” all breathless and helpful when Kara says she needs her help. Shes crushin hard

Kara tells Lena her mother is in charge of Cadmus. 

Lena: >:(

Annnd the crush is dead. That did not last long. Really love that Lena has such a different relationship with Kara vs Supergirl though, good dynamic having her reactions so different. Which I believe actually relates as a Clark and Lois parallel? Seeing as how Lois has two separate relationships with Clark and Superman. 

OOf the way Lenas throat bobs with genuine sadness because who she thought Supergirl was is wrong. Shes just like the rest of them. Thinks Lena is just another crazy Luthor. It hurts

Kara: I know what its like to be disillusioned by our parents, but Im a pretty good judge of character, and you are not like your mother. She is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path. Be your own Hero.

Wow just what a good line. They are capable of some things here and there arent they? Melissa's delivery on this is excellent. And the way Katie McGrath is able to show such depth of sadness and bitterness even from a shot of her BACK is really cool. Great acting in this scene in particular. And I can see why the “desperation to be good” is such a highlighted part of these two relationship. Its the one thing in common between Lena and Supergirl, the place where they can meet in the middle. And the way Lena looks after her as she leaves! AHHH thats the good shit, the pining

Okay big Mon-el scene in coming so if you dont want to hear my ranting skip over this part. 

Funny how as soon as Kara has this big impactful scene with Lena full of tension and emotion the writers were like: shit we almost forgot Mon-els dying. 

Kara: *staring sadly back into Lenas office kind of wanting to go back in*

Writers: *cough cough* KARA He’s DYINGGGG

Kara: Oh shit right. Mon-el Oh no. My *looks at poorly written handwriting on her palm* romantic interest?

Wow Mon-el looks like shit, poor guy. Someone swaddle this pillow princess and get him some soup.

Heres a question. Kara is visibly upset that Mon-el is dying. Is it because she’s sad that the guy shes likes is dying. Because her friend is dying? Because her father created the virus thats killing him (what the writers want us to think)? Or because no matter what Kara does the people she loves keep falling through the cracks and shes helpless to stop it?

Her parents. Clark. Her adoptive father. Now Lena. Now Mon-el. Why can’t she ever do anything? Why is it always her fault? This poor kid has some deep seeded abandonment issues

Mon-el: you know you look beautiful with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulders.

I do remember my reaction here, cus I thought this was a weird line. A line that was obviously meant to be romantic and complimentary, but it felt unsettled in my stomach. Coming back and watching the scene it sits even more uncomfortably there. He obviously means well, but this line is kind of just shitty. Its a very selfish and unthoughtful thing to say to someone. 

Kara’s entire fucking life has revolved around other people and making sure they are happy and taken care of. But having “failed” at such a young age to do the impossible things asked of her (carrying on Kryptons legacy, raising Clark) she overcompensates. Any normal person would just make their life revolve around their family and friends, not healthy but it works. But Kara feels responsibility over an entire world of lost people and lives. So the amount she overcompensates is ungodly. She does have the weight of worlds on her shoulders. This is not a joke or hyperbole. Its just her life. And thats so fucking shitty. And to have someone actually see that and acknowledge it. To make it a reality so to speak. Then to have them say “yeah you look good like this” while you’re a shaking Atlas being crushed. It is just a little too much isn’t it? That pain to have someone see you finally, and then completely miss the point. For them to go “oh wow your so strong. your so brave” instead of “let me help you. you shouldn’t have to do this at all, forget by yourself. But now I am here”. 

I imagine this was the scene that crowned my darling himbo boy Mon-Hell? Which is so unfortunate. I hope Im wrong, but I feel that his character might just end up a big missed opportunity

I want everyone to know that me and Kel screamed through the entire enxt few seconds of the scene. We knew the kiss was coming from how they were building it up. But god was it painful, especially for it to be delivered after a line like THAT. But yeah very loud angry screaming

Also not to be that bitch but Kara and Mon-els scene was a total of 1:53 RT, and Kara and Lenas ran at a 1:57 RT. Just sayin...

No Lena don’t be evil thats too sexy...

Okay but the way that Lena just tricks Lillian is so good. Shes so clever. And added bonus she makes her ask for her help, which is nice actually. Lillian's obvious vice is weakness and that is often shown in embarrassment. A woman like this asking for help borders that line of weakness and its nice to see on such a dislikable character. Lena didn’t just get what she wanted she got a point over her mother.

Lena looks good in the purple coat. Repeat she is pretty

Love the mental chess game between Lena and Lillian. Lena offering help right off the bat and giving her the isotope free of charge. And then Lillian making Lena launch the virus to prove herself. Good stuff.

Kara appears: don’t do it Lena!

Lena: why not? im a luthor

Okay so obviously Lena switched the Isotope and the Virus won’t work. But thats what makes this line so perfect. Throwing it back in Supergirls face. Like “Yeah, Im a luthor. And Ill show you what im capable of.” But instead of mass death and destruction Lena saves the day. She saved thousands of lives, and its because shes a Luthor that she was able to do that. Really nice way to full circle that 

Wow Lillian really just starts booking it without Lena, huh? bitch

I really love the scene of the virus falling all around National City. The choice of an orangish snow falling was a really really good one. Paired with some excellent music for the mid season finale.

Its sad but I do love Hank just being ready and at peace with death. Im sure he misses his wife and daughters. 

Okay but Lena calling the cops is tea. Send your mom to jail honey. 

So we’re really not gonna talk about how Lena saved everyones asses? Like don’t you think Supergirl would want to talk to the woman that A) kind of tricked her, and B) saved National City. Thats just what makes sense??? But no we’re going to ignore that the DEO is a kind of shit at their job sometimes. And that the woman that they were accusing of having a part to play in all the xenophobic shit is the one who did their job. BY HER SELF. 

Okay rant over. This was a long one review dear god. Really really good episode though. I enjoyed rewatching all the scenes even if it was a mixed bag of feelings. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed all the screaming!

#supergirl #supercorp #supergirl review #episode review #supergirl episode review #cw #supergays #kara #kara danvers #kara zor el #mon-el #Mike mathews #lena luthor #lena #season 2 #season 2 episode review #text #textpost #sneaky sneakster #clever lady in a purple coat #sick puppy dog says some questionable things #gay thoughts #too many to count #wanna do a supercorp parallel essay at some point #maybe after ive watched more #Hope everyones enjoying the reviews #Kel always proof reads for me #get you a man that screams with you when the forced love interest is about to kiss the main character

[fluffnstuffjojos]

Fluffnstuffjojos Masterlist

Started: 05.27.20 Last Updated: 5.29.20 Total Number of Works: 314 

**Notes: If you are sending requests, please make sure to read the rules first. There are characters within the masterlist for which I do not currently write for.

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Jojo Combo Posts (All Jojos or Multiple Jojos):

**Note these fluctuate between being everyone and only the ones I currently write for based on the date they were written! A mess! I may reorganize some day, but for now, feel free to browse! Mix of headcanons/scenarios 

Longest morning routines 

Thoughts on horror movies

Disney Princes/Princesses

Peppering Josuke/Giorno with Morning Kissies

Facetime Headcanons

Getting Postcards from Traveling s/o

Rainy Day Headcanons

Social Media Headcanons

Modern College Headcanons

Dancing to Smashing Pumpkins (Suggestive NSFW)

Incorporating s/o into Workout Routine 

Josuke and Joots s/o with a stand that manifests while they’re asleep

Falling for a drifter

Jotaro/Josuke/Johnny Reacting to Affectionate s/o

S/o with chronic Nosebleeds

Duckling Imprinting

Joseph/Giorno/Jolyne Insecure s/o

Autistic s/o who hates loud noises/crowds 

Jonathan/Joseph/Jotaro/Josuke Flexing to Impress s/o 

Reacting to a cheating s/o

Butt squeezes

S/o has no sense of direction

Male s/o in a wheelchair 

Talented Baker teaches Jojos how to bake

Reacting to s/o placing a flower crown on their head

Missing and/or trapped s/o

Reacting to s/o getting a grill 

Playing with s/o’s hair as they fall asleep

S/o appreciating Jojo’s bodies 

S/o doing their makeup 

Types of Youtube Channels

S/o decking a trash-talker 

Rescuing s/o who is the “damsel in distress” type 

Reacting to s/o biting them 

Distracting s/o before hitting someone (Gappy style) 

Jotaro/Josuke reacting to s/o blacking out/hitting their head 

S/o who wears crop tops

Wearing Jojo’s clothes and mocking them/posing playfully 

S/o dies, but they are unable to find their body

Crushing on the same gender

How they feel about s/o calling them “Jojo” 

Cop Josuke hunts Mafia Giorno

3-8 comforting s/o with their stand

Jojo Hugs 

Playing dead to prank/scare s/o 

Vines/fave videos  

Indulging in fashion with s/o 

Great-Grandpa Jonathan with kid Josuke 

Contortionist s/o 

Jotaro/Gappy/Josuke s/o kidnapped by enemy stand user 

Fave memes

Serenading their  s/o 

S/o dying without them being able to say goodbye 

catching s/o after they fall 

S/o makes homemade Valentine’s Day chocolate 

Spoiling s/o on Valentine’s Day 

Self-conscious, chubby trans man s/o

Absent Father Comfort 

Giorno/Josuke/Jolyne insomniac s/o 

Taking care of s/o on their period 

Helping trans s/o into their binder

Jotaro/Josuke - s/o dresses like a sukeban/female delinquent  

Boys finding out the girl they’re flirting with is into girls  

Jotaro/Johnny/Gappy s/o steals their hat 

Playfighting with s/o

S/o playing with their hair 

S/o with mental illness(es) 

Squeezing Jojo bobbies (the original is linked here too!) 

Onesies (original is linked as well!) 

Androgynous GF 

Jonathan raising Joseph 

Jotaro/Johnny mute s/o

Joseph Raising Josuke 

1-4 + Johnny strong/small s/o 

Jonathan/Jotaro/Johnny s/o with anger issues 

Danger-seeking s/o 

Clothes stealing s/o 

S/o has a destructive/intimidating stand 

Getting s/o in the mood (nsfw-ish) 

Assorted Character Combos Grab Bag 

Johnny/Diego/Gappy Confessions Headcanons

Jotaro/Jonathan/Polnareff Painful Period Comfort Scenarios

Jotaro/Kakyoin/Polnareff/Josuke s/o talking in their sleep

Kakyoin/Polnareff/Rohan/Gyro S/o with narcolepsy 

Josuke/Jolyne/Rohan coaxing depressed s/o out of bed

Jotaro/Gyro/Rohan cheering up sad s/o 

Josuke/Giorno/Polnareff 20 Nugget Challenge

Jotaro/Polnareff/Josuke/Okuyasu Slow Dancing with s/o

Jotaro/Polnareff/Josuke/Okuyasu crush suffering from Hanahaki disease

Johnny/Gyro/Jotaro with a s/o who is a saddle bronc rider 

Jonathan/Caesar cuddles/fluff

Caesar and Gappy s/o fears rejection when requesting affection

Jotaro/Josuke - s/o telling him they’re pregnant 

Jonathan/Kakyoin - s/o hates their body 

Female friend asks Josuke/Polnareff for advice on flirting with women

Dio and Jolyne trans s/o 

Jotaro, Polnareff, Josuke, Okuyasu saving s/o from an enemy stand

Jotaro/Joseph/Dio with beautiful s/o 

Jonathan/Josuke/Kakyoin comforting lonely/stressed out s/o 

Okuyaus/Polnareff/Caesar/Jotaro Powderpuff GF 

Jonathan/Dio/Johnny/Gyro first “I love you” from s/o 

Jotaro/Kakyoin/Josuke/Okuyasu motivating s/o to work 

Jonathan/Part 4 Squad being protective

Caesar/Okuyasu/Josuke/Dio Taking s/o shopping 

Jobros Mario kart 

Jonathan/Josuke/Okuyasu/Kakyoin Comfort

Caesar/Polnareff/Josuke/Okuyasu winning the lottery

Jonathan/Josuke/Okuyasu/Polnareff musical roles 

Jotaro/Josuke/Okuyasu kickboxing s/o 

Jonathan holiday headcanons & Okuyasu sex headcanons

Jotaro/Kakyoin/Josuke/Okuyasu Sports/clubs 

Jotaro/Kakyoin/Josuke/Okuyasu with s/o who just applied for college 

“You’re safe now, I’ve got you” Polnareff/Jonathan

“Hey! I was going to eat that!” Joseph/Okuyasu

Cakes for Jonathan/Josuke/Okuyasu/Gyro

Part 1: 

Dio trying to steal/win s/o from Jonathan

Jonathan Joestar

Headcanons: 

Starting a relationship with someone outside of the aristocracy 

Modern headcanons! 

Father and Husband Headcanons

Descendants 

Ghost Jonathan watching over loved one 

Date at the Opera

Scenarios:

Forever and Always (Jonathan contracts Vampirism and s/o vows to stay with him)

Valentine’s Day  

My Immortal  (immortal Jonathan finds his soulmate) 

Happy Honeymoon

Dio Brando:

Headcanons:

Using Rich BOI™ tactics to woo shy s/o 

“Pillarman” s/o who loves being superior/intimidating to him 

Scenarios:

Rather Harshly (Post-snapping at s/o comfort)

Impeccable Tastes (Dio has to feed from s/o) 

A Sense of Belonging (Jealous/Possessive Dio)

Part 2: 

Joseph/Caesar with a fellow Hamon user who is laidback and silly 

Poly Caesar/Joseph swing dancing with s/o

Joseph Joestar:

Headcanons:

Reacting to Holly’s Wedding 

Raising Holly 

Scenarios:

Fierce Protector (Protecting s/o from a BUG) 

Indifferent (Chasing a girl who isn’t Interested)

Caesar Zeppeli:

Scenarios:

“What’s wrong, darling?”  (comforts s/o with depressive episodes (feat. my bad art))

Direct Instruction (S/o teaching him how to play violin)

Part 3: 

Dio and Jotaro Fluff 

Polnareff/Kakyoin Comforting stressed s/o

Poly Jotaro/Kakyoin Comatose S/o post Dio Nonsense™ 

Poly Jotakak Valentine’s Day

Jotaro Kujo: 

Headcanons:

Comforting Anxious/Stresses s/o

Cheating on his s/o (ANGST)

BFF Headcanons

S/o who gets upset when he raises his voice 

Joots being CUTE 

Crushing on a himedere girl 

Tranquil/gentle s/o 

NSFW Joots (Obvi NSFW) 

Mothering s/o taking care of Part 4 squad = Jealous Joots 

small gf 

Jewelry headcanons

Singing in the shower

Pastel s/o

Scenarios:

Forgiveness (Post-Argument Fluff)

Toxic Behavior (Crush is Leery of how Joots treats Women)

Tidepool Gatherings  (Meeting a Mermaid)

Maritime Fun (Boat trip with s/o)

Just Breathe (s/o teaches Joot how to use hamon)

Joots Jr.  (Super smart s/o makes a robot)

The Shape of Water (Joots meets a fishy person) 

Homemade (Homemade birthday cake & kissy) 

Introductions (Jotaro introducing s/o to Part 4 squad) 

Cop a Feel (Accidentally grabs a boobie while helping)

No Place like Home (Takes stand user s/o home after they’re injured) 

Past Scars (Self-Harm Scars Fluff)

“You look so cute when you pout like that”

A Joestar to Die for  (Zeppeli descendant gives their life for Joots)

A Joestar to Die for Aftermath  (Joots loses his cool)

Kakyoin Noriaki:

Headcanons:

s/o appreciating him 

cute relationship headcanons (plus my cursed art)

Fluff headcanons

Scenarios:

Firsts (Male s/o First Kiss)

Spelling Trouble (Honors student Kak falls for delinquent school girl)

Spoiled Rotten Spoiling s/o on Valentine’s Day 

Need a... Dad? s/o is a single mother 

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Headcanons:

Part 3 and 5 Fluff 

Himedere GF with a hidden vulnerable/lonely side 

Giving s/o a tour of Paris

Part 4: 

Oku seeing Josuke without his hair up for the first time 

Josuke and Okuyasu New Year’s Kisses 

WHOMST is Josuke/Okuyasu checking out with binoculars in the header???

Josuke and Okuyasu antics 

Poly Josuyasu taking care of sick s/o

Josuke/Okuyasu with a s/o who always steals their clothes 

Part 4 Squad with a non-verbal/reserved crush

Part 4 Squad Music Tastes & Bonus oldie but goodie 

Vacations with the boys! 

Boys in a band! 

Famous boys 

Josuke/Okuyasu being Hayato’s big bros 

Boys as firemen

Secret Santa 

Josuke/Okuyasu future careers/relationships/families

Josuke/Okuyasu sharing a crush who likes them both 

Josuke/Okuyasu sharing a crush poly relationship (cont. from original) 

Josuke and Rohan Comforting s/o during a rough time

Part 4 Crew Ideal S/o

Poly Josuyasu and s/o with Mario Party 

Poly Josuyasu with severely injured s/o

Josuke/Josuke’s gf/Okuyasu as a Ron, Hermoine, and Harry trio

Josuke Higashikata:

Headcanons:

Werewolf Josuke and Female s/o

Male Crush

Childhood Friend Mutual Pining

Soulmate AU 

Protecting s/o from catcaller(s) 

Helping/keeping s/o company while their mom is in the hospital

Mutual pining shy crush 

Rural s/o is baffled by Morioh 

Twin Sister

Scenarios:

Waiting Up (Josuke has a late night and you wait on him) 

Hiding a Part of You  (Discovering s/o has a secret stand)

Sting of Betrayal (Forgiving s/o for Betrayal)

“For your eyes only..” (Josuke gets a text (NSFW-ish)

Star Crush Mario Party Confessions with Crush 

Tentative (Hesitant to makeout and ruin the romance)

Missing Something (Comforting s/o grieving a sibling)

Make it all Better (Bad day comfort)

Got Moves (Dancing with a boi)

Mornings Like These (Josuke Fluff)

Taste of your own Medicine (s/o mimics his pomp with their own hair)

Deeper Pain (Can’t protect s/o from grief)

Sound of your Voice (Reading to s/o)

Soft Boy (S/o teasing “delinquent” Josuke for being a big ol’ softie)

"Breathe with me” (Anxiety comfort)

Romance Kinda Guy (First Valentine’s Day date) 

“I had a nightmare” 

Batter Up! (Softball/baseball gf)

Dog Hair (Corgi antics)

Little Helper (Tries to win his ex-wife back with their kid’s help)  

Bloodlines (Crush is Caesar’s grandchild)

Christmas Tree Murder (Josuke knocks over the tree) 

Sunshine (Helping s/o fall asleep after a bad day)

Disinterested (Falling for someone who isn’t interested back) 

Single Father (s/o dies and Josuke raises their daughter) 

Feline Overlord (Cat Hates Josuke) 

“I’m not jealous” 

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done” 

PS2 Squared (s/o and Josuke have similar gift ideas) 

Okuyasu Nijimura:

Headcanons:

Foreign s/o 

Wedding/Honeymoon 

Proposal Headcanons

Sweet/shy s/o 

Clingy Oku 

Driving, hugging, anger headcanons

Scenarios:

Getting a Kitten

Fluffy Morning Lovin’ (NSFW AS HECK) 

“Yell, Scream, Cry” (Angst Prompt)

Baked Goods (Baking with the GF) 

Long-Distance (s/o Flies to Morioh to meet for the first time)

“You aren’t dumb, Oku,” (Comfort/fluff)

Fixer Upper (S/o and Oku fix up his house)

Love Letters (Flustered Oku gives male crush a love letter)

Valentine’s Day Korean BBQ 

Meeting the Fam (Bringing home s/o for the first time)

“You’re not falling behind,” 

Entrapment (Rescuing kidnapped s/o) 

“Come ‘ere” (Using his stand with GF (light suggestive nsfw))

Care (Taking care of hurt s/o)

Scatterbrained (So excited he forgets to respond to a confession)

Spirited (Ghost girlfriend )

“You can’t die”/”I’m not losing you again”/”Hold me back!” 

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot” 

Stray Cat Adventures 

Loss (Oku is Missing Keicho)

Rohan Kishibe:

Headcanons:

Flexible/athletic s/o 

Daddy Kink (NSFW) 

Blind s/o

Pianist s/o

Scenarios:

Unique (Comforting s/o insecure over their “cutesy” art)

First Valentine’s Day 

Transgressions (Getting a cat without his permission)

Valued (Receiving expensive gifts)

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion” 

Part 5: 

Giorno Giovanna:

Headcanons:

Reacting to a member of La Squadra defecting to join them 

Finding a former classmate is a member when he joins the gang 

Don Gio romancing an American Tourist

Raising Kids 

Scenarios:

Surprises (Finding out s/o is pregnant) 

Hanging On (Has twins, but one is in critical condition) 

Young Love (Falling for a younger Passione member) 

Part 6: 

Jolyne Kujo:

Scenarios:

“You look tired” 

Part 7: 

Drunk Johnny and Gyro Headcanons 

Johnny and Gyro on s/o’s birthday 

Gyro/Johnny Christmas/Holidays

Poly Johnny/Gyro/Diego convince s/o horses aren’t scary

Johnny and Diego trans boy Crush

Johnny Joestar:

Headcanons:

Valentine’s Day 

Kissing Headcanons

Scenarios:

Fall for You (Falling for female friend)

Left Behind (S/o leaving him for someone else) 

Jealous Type (Jealous over guys hitting on s/o)

Quality Time  (Fluffyness) 

“I could kiss you right now” 

Gyro Zeppeli:

Headcanons:

Fluff headcanons

Small/strong s/o 

S/o with chronic pain and in a wheelchair 

Scenarios:

Fatherhood (Finding out he’s going to be a dad)

Twists of Fate (Crushing on foreign executioner who hates him!)

Lady and the Tramp (Spaghetti Kiss)

Bundle of Nerves  (Nervous proposal)

Chance Encounter (Pretty Lady at the Bar)

Diego Brando:

Headcanons:

Petting and Feeding him ROCKS 

Show-rider crush

Having his boobies squeezed 

Scenarios:

Sharing is Caring (Sharing a bed with his crush)

It’s a Date (Dinner Date)

Thoughts of the Future (Dinner Date Proposal!!)

Part 8:

Poly Yasuho/Gappy

Gappy (Josuke) Higashikata:

Headcanons:

Falling for Female Crush

Soft spot headcanons

Scenarios:

Fatherhood (Finding out he’s going to be a dad)

#jjba #jojo headcanons #jojo scenarios #jojo imagines #jonathan joestar #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #dio brando #jotaro kujo #kakyoin noriaki #jean pierre polnareff #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #rohan kishibe #giorno giovanna #jolyne kujo #Gyro Zeppeli #johnny joestar #gappy higashikata #yasuho hirose #masterlist

[hollywoods-golden-age-imagines]

 Bert having a crush on you would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous/sorry for the wait!)

-  Whenever Bert has a crush, he tries to get as close to his object of affection as he can. He’s not one to sit around and admire from afar; instead, he prefers to befriend them and work towards getting them to, hopefully, fall for him.

- Once he sets his eyes on a girl, he can spot them from a mile away. Doesn’t matter when or where, he’ll always be able to find you in a crowd no matter how much you think you blend in. To him, you stand out like a daisy in a mile of dirt.

- He tries to quickly wipe off as much chimney dust from his face as he can whenever you show up but it’s, for the most part, in vain. A part of him is delighted when you offer him your handkerchief but the other part of him doesn’t want to sully the dainty little thing.

- You’ll always get a flattering song made up for you whenever you stand and watch him perform. However, you also have songs made for you at random outside of his street shows. He’s just got a lot to say about you, so much so that one song doesn’t cut it.

- He insists on walking you wherever you’re going when he catches you alone. He likes getting to spend some extra time with you, and being able to make sure you’re safe.

- It surely has nothing to do with the fact that he has an excuse to hold your hand whenever he does.

- No matter what you want to do, he’s always willing to come with you. Want to go somewhere but have no one else to accompany you, just give him a call and he’ll be there in no time.

- It’s so easy for you to make him flustered, even if you don’t intend to. He’ll spend all day complimenting and praising you but the instant you return the favor he melts, his face turning pink as he tries his best to hide his smile.

- He has a habit of winking so expect to get one, at least, everyday. He uses them teasingly though, they’re playful not perverted.

- Pretty much everyone can see how much he adores you, he hardly tries to hide it. Though he may insist that they’re wrong, depending on the person, he’s certainly not convincing anyone.

- He gushes about you to whoever will listen, or to those who hardly listen (it doesn’t matter to him). He’s so proud of and impressed by you.

- Your presence is enough to take away the clouds and brighten the sun. You make his day and he never tires of seeing you.

- He tries his best to act like a gentleman, feeling that a lady like you should be treated as such. Doors will be opened, chairs pulled out, he’ll even use his own coat to shield you from the rain. For you? It’s worth the trouble.

- He’s always ready to help whenever you need it. He loves being able to show you he cares and give you one less thing to worry about.

- The pride he feels when he manages to make you laugh is incomparable. It never fails to make his day.

- Whats a better way to pick up chicks than showing that you’re good with kids? He’s quite happy when the children show up, both because he genuinely likes to be around them and because he’s able to demonstrate his fatherly skills, hoping that you’ll see the soft, sweet side of him and grow fonder of him.

- Getting gifted flowers. He’ll often pick you a few while you’re out walking together.

- The two of you get mistaken for a couple quite often, mainly by the older women who go to his street performances. Whenever you do, he looks over at you to see how you react, hoping that you wont look bothered by their mistake.

- He tries his best to act like everything’s fine and that he isn’t having trouble with something whenever you’re looking at him. He wants you to think he’s a smooth man worth fawning over.

- Just know that if you were to ever kiss his cheek, you’d give him heart palpitations for a solid minute.

- He’s certainly had his fair share of dreams about you which have only helped to worsen his infatuation with you. Whether it’s night or day, you invade his mind like nothing else.

- You’re his favorite thing to draw. He has, at least, a few pages filled with sketches of you that he holds very dear to him.

- Mary most likely worked to get the two of you together. What’s a better way to get two people together than to throw them in a whimsical world full of delightful fantasy?

- He pines after you for quite a while before he finally decides to tell you how he feels. He’s incredibly scared of having you reject him and then losing you as a whole because as much as people might say they’ll still be friends; it’s never truly the same.

- He’s definitely a bit shy when confessing his feelings to you. He’d fiddle with his hat, tugging at his collar as he stumbles over his words. He’s truly adorable in that moment.

#bert mary poppins #bert imagine #bert headcanon #bert headcanons #mary poppins headcanons #mary poppins imagine #Mary Poppins headcanon #disney imagine #disney headcanon #Disney Headcanons #60s movie headcanons #60s movie imagine #60s movie headcanon #60s movies

[girls-scenarios]

According To Plan

Idol: Hyewon (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: can i request hyewon (iz*one) and the reader both having a crush on each other but they are both very awkward and shy so the other members try to help them get together 🥺 thanks! ~

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I haven’t been able to sleep recently because of my allergies, so this probably isn’t my best work. But I hope you guys enjoy this little scenario!

You weren’t proud of how shy you were when it came to Hyewon, but really, how could you not be shy? Hyewon was gorgeous, with piercing eyes and a haughty look but with a fun and awkward personality underneath. Most people had their breath taken away when they saw her, so you weren’t the only one. Plus, you were already awkward enough to begin with. Being in the presence of a beautiful woman who also happened to be funny and smart only made it worse. That was why you still hadn’t made a move, even after months of pining.

“It’s obvious that you guys like each other,” Chaeyeon said, sounding exasperated as she placed a plate of cut fruit down on the table and sat down across from you. As your best friend, she’d heard about your crush on Hyewon so many times she could almost predict what you were going to say. “We’ve been over this! I know she won’t turn you down.”

Picking up a strawberry, you laughed sheepishly. “I know, but I just can’t bring myself to ask her out. Every time I think about it I get all awkward and lightheaded and my heart starts pounding. I just know if I tried I’d end up accidentally offending her or I wouldn’t be able to get the right words out.”

“You just keep thinking about the worst outcomes. If you’re so nervous about doing it in person then just text her.”

“That seems kind of lame though.”

“What are we talking about?” Sakura walked into the room, her glasses sliding down her nose slightly as she yawned and settled into the seat beside Chaeyeon.

“(Y/N)’s crush on Hyewon, what else?” Chaeyeon responded, handing her girlfriend a strawberry. As she accepted the fruit, Sakura nodded.

 “I figured.”

You flushed, slumping back into your seat. “Am I that predictable?”

“Kind of. You talk about Hyewon all the time.” Sakura smiled as she ate. “It’s cute though.”

“It’s not cute, it’s driving me crazy,” you mumbled, staring down at the table. “I really like her but I’m too awkward to ask her out and I don’t know if she actually likes me back because she hasn’t said anything either.”

“Listen to me, (Y/N). Hyewon is just as awkward as you are, if not more so,” Sakura said, leaning her head on Chaeyeon’s shoulder. You tried not to be jealous of their relationship as you were stuck pining. “I know her really well, we do a lot of tournaments together remember? And she’s super awkward at those. She’s not good at expressing herself so she gets flustered. But I know she likes being around you because she smiles a lot, and she usually only smiles like that around food and video games.”

“Really?” Your heart jumped in your chest for a moment before you quickly swallowed down your hope, not wanting to get your heart crushed. “I mean, I’ve seen her smile around you guys. Isn’t it the same?”

“It’s not.” Chaeyeon’s voice was matter-of-fact as she crossed her arms. “I wasn’t going to tell you this because I wanted the two of you to work it out yourselves, but Hyewon’s been talking about you nonstop to Eunbi and Yena. They said she won’t shut up about you, but when they tell her to make a move, she says she can’t because she’s too nervous. Basically, the only reason the two of you aren’t happily dating right now is because both of you are too awkward to ask each other out.”

Your heart raced as you sat still, processing this information. As much as Chaeyeon liked to play jokes, she would never lie to you about something as serious as this. So Hyewon liked you back. The realization made you a bit lightheaded and giddy, and you laughed as you pressed your hand to your chest. “Wow. I don’t know how to process that. Hyewon likes me too?”

“They’re really just noticing that?” Sakura asked, making you flush from embarrassment again.

“Hey, she’s gorgeous, of course I didn’t want to get my hopes up just to get crushed! Weren’t you guys nervous to ask each other out?”

“Not really. I just asked her out when it felt right,” Chaeyeon said, turning to glance at her girlfriend with a smile, and you sighed.

“Well, I can’t do that.”

“But you have to do something. You want to date her, right?”

“I do,” you said truthfully, feeling butterflies just from admitting your feelings again. “I really like her and I want to date her.”

“Then let us help you ask her out.” Sakura’s eyes gleamed and she grinned as she sat up to lean forward against the table, looking all too excited. “Yena is throwing a party on Friday, and obviously you’re invited. We’ll help you come up with a plan to confess then!”

Your palms felt sweaty just thinking about confessing at a party in front of all your friends, but you couldn’t keep putting this off forever. Plus, the two women in front of you didn’t look like they were going to take no for an answer. So you gave in.

“Okay. But nothing too big, okay?”

-

When Friday rolled around, you were so nervous you wanted to give up on the whole thing, but you knew you’d come too far to back out now. As you approached Yena’s apartment, you went over the plan in your head. Sakura had come up with the idea to send the two of you out for drinks, giving you time alone to ask her out. That way, it wouldn’t be in front of everyone and there wouldn’t be any pressure. Chaeyeon had advised you to just ask her out quick and to the point so that you wouldn’t get too nervous, and had told you to do it on the way back.

“Buying her something might be a plus,” she’d said, but for the life of you, you couldn’t think of a good thing to buy Hyewon from a convenience store. Food? She would like it, but that was hardly romantic.

Your worrying was cut short when Yena threw open the door and announced your arrival in a shout, throwing her arms around you for a quick hug before ushering you inside.

“(Y/N)’s here everybody! That’s the last person!”

“Why were you late? We were waiting! Hyewon wouldn’t let us start eating until you got here!” Yujin complained from near Yena’s table and you stole a glance at Hyewon, who was standing nearby. Her eyes met yours before she quickly looked away, letting her hair fall over her face to conceal a blush on her cheeks.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you wait” you said, the butterflies in your stomach getting worse. “You guys can go ahead and eat! But thank you for waiting for me.” This time, you smiled at Hyewon and she gave you a small smile in return, looking a bit sheepish before looking away again a moment later. As much as you wanted to talk to her, you allowed Yujin to drag you away to show you the food. You had to let your heart rest for a minute.

-

The party had been going for a little over an hour and you had ended up on the couch with Hyewon when Sakura approached you, looking as innocent as she could as she mentioned the drinks being low.

“It looks like whoever was in charge of the drinks didn’t bring enough,” she said with a pout, as if she wasn’t the one who brought less than she was told. “We’re going to run out soon.”

That was your cue. You swallowed, looking away from Hyewon so that she wouldn’t notice anything weird. “I can go get some more if you want.”

“Really? That would be great! I can spot you.”

“You’re going all by yourself?” Hyewon asked from beside you and you did your best to smooth out your expression as you turned back to her.

“Do you want to come? It would be easier to get drinks with the two of us.”

“Yeah, I can come, I need some fresh air anyway.”

Internally, you cheered. So far, so good. Now you just had to not mess things up. “Great! Sakura, can you let everyone know that we’ll be right back?”

“I sure can.” Sakura sent you a wink as the three of you stood up and you could only hope that Hyewon hadn’t seen it. “Have fun.”

You sent her a look, but nodded and headed for the door behind Hyewon, your heart pounding. This was real now. You were going to ask the woman of your dreams out.

The walk to the store was uneventful, with the two of you continuing the conversation you’d been having about her most recent video game. But once inside the store, you did your best to pay attention to her even as you picked out the different drinks you thought everyone would like. What could you get her? What could you say? How were you actually going to do this?

“Oh, I like this kind of bread!” With her arms full of drinks, she stopped in front of a display case, gazing down at the stack of packaged breads in front of her. Immediately, you realized this was your chance and slipped in closer to look.

“That kind is good! Do you want it?”

She considered it, pouting her lips ever so slightly. You could tell that she wanted it, because she pretty much always wanted food, but she seemed conflicted. “We came to buy drinks, so I don’t know.”

“I can get it for you, don’t worry about it. I know you want it.”

She flushed slightly and laughed, glancing back at you with that small smile she always saved just for you. “Was I that obvious?”

“You’re always obvious when it comes to food,” you said playfully, picking up one of the breads. “You don’t have to hold yourself back.”

“Are you sure? I can pay you back.”

“It’s just bread, don’t worry about it. I’ll treat you this time.”

“If you’re sure,” she said, “then I’ll let you treat me.”

“I’m sure,” you replied with a laugh. “Is that all we need?” Thankfully, nothing felt too awkward yet. Maybe you could do this.

“I think so. Let’s check out.”

-

Once outside the store, Hyewon held the bags on her forearm as she used her hands to open the bread, making you laugh, amused by her eagerness to eat.

“Are you excited?”

“I am. Thank you again.” She tore off a piece and offered it to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you accepted it with a smile. The bread was sweet and you enjoyed it, even if you were standing under a streetlight as you ate it. “Is it good?” She asked and you nodded quickly, giving her your approval.

“It is, I liked it.”

“It’s my favorite.” She fell quiet as she started to eat and you glanced around, realizing that it was pretty much just the two of you on the street, standing in the cool summer night air and eating bread. It was kind of funny, but the butterflies in your stomach started back up when you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

You had to just ask her. You couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

“Hey, Hyewon?”

“Yes?”

Just ask. You took a deep breath and gripped the bags in your hands harder. “Do you want to go out with me?”

The night was too silent, even in the city, and time seemed to slow down as you waited for her answer, too nervous to even look at her. After a few seconds, she let out a little laugh and you dared to glance over. Her face was red and she was covering her mouth, her eyes crinkled up at the sides like they always did when she smiled or laughed really big. You swallowed as the pounding of your heart got worse, managing a lopsided smile.

“Is that a good reaction?”

“It is,” she said finally, nodding her head and pulling her hand away from her mouth to reveal a smile. “I was just surprised because.... I was planning on asking you out tonight too.”

Well, you hadn’t been expecting that. Your eyes widened as you took in what she was saying. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I had planned it out with Eunbi and Yena and everything.” She laughed again, leaning back against the front of the store. Finally, you laughed too, realizing that she had done the exact same thing as you.

“I planned this out with Chaeyeon and Sakura!”

“Really?” The both of you burst into giggled, a bit shy and embarrassed but also amused. “I guess great minds think alike?”

“That must be it.” As the two of you calmed down from laughing, you bit your lip and locked eyes with her. “So can I take that as a yes?”

Her smile grew and she sat away from the wall slightly, looking down at her bread, nodding her head, then looking back at you. “You can take that as a yes. But let me give you something first, because I worked really hard on it!” She shifted the bread into one hand and rummaged through her purse with the other, then pulled out a small card and handed it over to you, a blush on her cheeks. “Um, I was supposed to ask you if you wanted to come over to see that new game I was telling you about, since Yena and I live in the same building. Then they told me to give you this letter to ask you out since I was too nervous to say it out loud.”

You took the letter with gentle fingers, emotions welling up in your chest. The fact that she’d planned so much made you feel so special, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you opened up the card. Inside was a short yet sweet note:

(Y/N),

This is kind of awkward, but I want to tell you how I feel. I really like you and I have for a while now. I could never get the words right before, but I don’t just want to be friends with you anymore. I want to be something more, so will you go out with me? I promise I’ll get better at words so that I can tell you exactly how much you mean to me.

- Hyewon

“You can take your time getting better with words,” you said softly as you closed the card. “I understand your feelings. And I really like you too.” You held out your hand and she took it, moving over to be just a bit closer to you.

“My plan didn’t really go like I thought it would,” she said carefully, “but you can still come over if you want to.” Her voice was hopeful and that same giddy feeling was back, mixing with all the other emotions swirling around in your chest and making you feel like you might explode, but in the best way possible.

“We just have to make a stop to drop off these drinks. Then I’m all yours.”

“Then let’s get these back as fast as possible.”

#femifics #iz*one #izone #izone scenarios #iz*one scenarios #hyewon #hyewon scenarios #girl groups #kpop girl groups #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario

[suimin-chan]

Hizashi giggled as Nemuri whispered dirty things in his ear. She was practically sitting in his lap, gaining an annoyed look from Shouta who sat across from them... in the cat cafe. He couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks as she told him her "plans" for them that evening.

It was surprising, at least to Hizashi, when Nemuri asked him out after her graduation. She had always been flirty to everyone, so he never assumed that she would show interest in him. But she had. And well... Hizashi would be lying if he didn't jump at the opportunity. Nemuri was gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see that. But she was also fun, smart, witty, sassy and just someone he could totally vibe with. A lot of guys had crushes on her. Even him. He just assumed with them being friends, she wouldn't want to date him.

But he was wrong. She wanted to give dating him a shot. Because according to her, he was a cute little loud mouthed twink. And if things didn't work out, they would always be friends.

It was bold, bolder than she usually is... and that's pretty bold. She told him, after he had gotten the courage to ask "why him", that she didn't want to live life with any regrets. And she knew that Hizashi like boys and girls, so she shot her shot, and it paid off.

Neither of them wanted to think about the reason for living life with no regrets. They all regretted Shirakumo's death, in their own ways. Shouta more than them. And what was worse, Shouta had been harboring a massive crush on their friend. Never fully having the confidence to confess. Not wanting to ruin his friendship. So he had pined. Always dreaming that one day, he would tell the cloud boy his feelings. Only... he never got to. Shirakumo died. And Shouta never found out if he would have gotten a yes or no.

So Nemuri would ask out whoever she was attracted to. And Hizashi was begging to feel the same way. He doubted he and Nemuri would last. This was mainly about having fun. Just being together. No stressing over their relationships future. He knew for a fact that she never stayed in a relationship long. And that didn't bother him. He was happy with having been with her for four months. And knew that when it ended, he might be a little sad, but he would still be happy being her friend.

And they were both fine having Shouta as a third wheel. Shouta wasn't fully happy with it. Protesting every time that he didn't want to have to sit and watch them be couply. Didn't want to watch Nemuri be all over Hizashi. But they knew that if they didn't invite him, he would just sit at home, miserable and feeling guilty. He was already resorting back to his old habit of being distant. And well, Nemuri didn't get to see him as often as Hizashi, who was at her house when not at his own or Shouta's. And as much as he complained, Shouta always had fun. Giving them small smiles that were so much rarer these days, or making sassy and sarcastic comments that left them rolling.

No, Hizashi would never let a relationship get in the way of his friendship with someone, and Nemuri felt the same. She had already dubbed Shouta as her little brother.

After leaving the cat cafe before getting kicked out, something that had happened before, thanks Nemuri, Hizashi and Nemuri split ways with Shouta. Shouta going home to probably study, and Hizashi following Nemuri home for some vanilla time. He could only do this when both her or his parents were at work. He was known as a loud mouth after all.

-

Hizashi snorted as he watched Tensei and Shouta arm wrestle. Something the two did every time they saw each other. Both demanding a rematch after ever loss.

Hizashi and Shouta had met Tensei or Inginium through hero work. He was a serious yet fun loving guy. A bit of a mischief maker. Hizashi has fallen for him quickly, and asked him out after running into him while on patrol. He said yes, so the two men were currently dating.

The three of them, all finally twenty one, were at a little hole in the wall bar that Shouta had insisted on. Something about he knew the owner. It looked a little shady, and he was pretty sure he had seen some of these people's mug shots. But if Shouta was comfortable, then that was enough for him.

He laughed out loud when Tensei swatted his hand away when he tugged at the back of his waste band of his jeans, finger brushing against his lower back. Tensei never took his eyes off of Shouta's and his interlocked hands. Muscles bulging as they strained to pin the other down. With a grunt, Shouta's arm finally hit the table, making Tensei the winner for the second time in a row that month.

Rubbing his wrist, Shouta leaned back and sighed. "Guess I need to amp up my arm exercises."

Shouta was constantly trying to improve. To be faster or stronger. It was necessary, but Hizashi worried he pushed himself too hard. Which is why they were all out drinking. It was a nice date for Hizashi with his boyfriend, and it got Shouta to relax for a while. To let go of his agitation with the case he had been working on and just be a young adult for once.

It was starting to feel like Shouta was slipping away and that Wraserhead was starting to take up permanent residence. Shouta couldn't be a hero at all times. He had to take time to just be Shouta. Just be a normal person. It had been so hard when Shouta had disappeared after graduation. Throwing himself into the underground. Rarely being home. Hardly answering his phone. It got to the point that Hizashi had tracked him down and forced him to rest. To just be human and not some creature of the night hell set on going after every boogie man or thing that went bump in the night.

He made sure that he called Shouta every day. Knew where he was. What his schedule was. If he had eaten, something healthy that is. And he made sure to fill Shouta in about his entire day. Shouta always listened, he was good at that. And soon it became their routine. Shouta something's even called him first.

Hizashi was determined not to lose Shouta to himself.

-

Hizashi could not stop giggling as he and Shouta entered UA. They were going to be teachers! Never in a million years would he think they would be teachers! Two kids who caused so much drama as teenagers were going to be responsible for TEENAGERS! The irony!

Their first day was interesting to say the least. Nedzu was principle now. And that was terrifying. Hizashi got to shadow the elderly English teacher, and man, Hizashi hoped he would never be a boring teacher like her! He had nearly fallen asleep standing beside her! And he already was fluient in English! He had had to listen to long ass police reports! But this old bat was more monotone and without emotion than Shouta before he had his coffee!

Lunch time rolled around and Hizashi practically draped himself over Shouta, who was studying a booklet for his teaching class, something they both had to take online. Shouta huffed and shrugged him off!

"Shoutaaaaa! Stop! Let me cuddle. I neeed to recharge!" Hizashi whined, resting his head on a broad shoulder.

Shouta rolled his eyes and flipped a page. "Was it really that hard? You like English and you are practically a kid yourself, so you should be able to relate to them well."

Hizashi gasped in mock offense. Leaning over to make sure no one was paying attention to them, he whispered in Shouta's ear. "The English teacher is boring as hell, and soooo old."

Shouta's lip twitched up in amusement. "What happened to our old English teacher. The man you said was sooo incredibly hot when we were teenagers."

Hizashi sighed dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes, careful not to press his shades into his face. "Marrried. Such a shame. I was hoping to confess to him. But he's married and now teaching at Shiketsu so his pregnant wife can be closer to her family."

Shouta flipped another page. "Sucks for you." Shouta hummed.

Hizashi modded his head solemnly. Across the room he spotted a hero he had been seeing a lot on the news lately. Snipe. And boy, was he hotter in person. Standing, Hizashi sashayed his way over to the unsuspecting man.

Shouta glanced up briefly, scowling as he realized what was going to happen. Hizashi had been fawning over the cowboy hero ever since he had debuted. Hopefully the blind wouldn't get fired on his first day for sexual harassment. Well... Nemuri worked here, so that might actually be impossible. Nemuri who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat at the two.

Would anyone knotice if he snuck off somewhere to nap?

Hizashi slid smoothly into the chair next to snipe. "Howdy cowboy. I just thought I would let you know that I think you are absolutely smoken hot."

Nemuri facepalmed and Shouta sighed as the other hero got flustered and tried to deny any sex appeal he might have. Hizashi wasn't heading any of it, doing his best at flirting.

One would think that after dating Nemuri for a year, he would have some skills at flirting. But he didn't. Shouta thinks he could flirt better than Hizashi from just watching Nemuri. Not that he had any intention of doing that. He was having a hard enough time getting Joke to leave him alone. Apparently "I'm gay" isn't enough of a deterrent in keeping her from proposing every time she sees him.

Apparently awful flirting was music to Snipe's ears, because Hizashi planted a kiss on the man's cheek after exchanging numbers.

Honestly, Hizashi and Nemuri went through more men and women than a prostitute in a back ally.

At least he knew Hizashi didn't like the hero because of a cowboy kink. With Nemuri you never knew and it was always safer not to ask.

-

Shouta sighed as he looked in the mirror. The scar would take some time getting used to. But it's not like his facial appearance mattered, which is why he was always scruffy faced.

He flipped back on the couch and cut the tv on, only to cut it off as the news blasted as much detail as they had about the USJ attack. It was irritating. With the sports festival over, after having geeked out over that, the news went back to questioning UA. "How sage was the school really?" "Was it a good idea to let the sports festival continue so soon after the attack?" Like the vultures hadn't been camped out, waiting to record all of it and pick apart every student that impressed them.

Shouta wanted to call Hizashi. To complain to him about the stupidity of the media. But Hizashi had been acting off ever since the attack. It wasn't noticeable at first. He did drag Shouta around everywhere, rarely leaving him alone. Walking him to class. Going with him to recovery girl. Staying with him while his arms were still bandaged and in casts. Something that he was very grateful for. Making him announce at the festival. He was there constantly for Shouta. A nervous ball of energy that he was desperately trying to hide.

Hizashi was always clingy, and considering how close Shouta came to dying, he could understand why Hizashi hovered around him. But he talked more than usual. Rambling in a way Shouta had never seen him do. Or being oddly quiet. Something that bothered Shouta to no end. He had even broken up with his girlfriend of two years when she complained that he was never around anymore. Even though he had explained that his best friend needed him and the school needed him, she was still hurt. In a way, Shouta could understand, had even told Hizashi to go spend some more time with her. And he did, only to come back with a box of his things saying they had broken up.

It was worrisome. She had been the longest relationship he had had. Shouta was almost positive he would stick with her, maybe even marry her. The fact that he didn't seem so bothered by it put Shouta on edge.

Was this his fault? It's not like he asked Hizashi to stay glued to him. But Hizashi had always been fiercely protective of Shouta, and he hated the thought of being the reason for Hizashi to end a good thing.

But Hizashi was a grown man who could make his own decisions, so Shouta kept quiet.

And now... Hizashi was avoiding him. Something that had never happened. It was scary. Scarier than the Nomu.

It was late... or maybe early, Shouta had been pulling extra shifts on the weekend. Trying to patrol around the school and around his students homes as much as possible. It had been quiet since the USJ. No word on the League of Villains. Shouta didn't trust quiet.

Tired legs trudged up his stairs to his apartment, only to find a figure sitting in front of his door. He froze for a second, muscles beginning to tense for a fight before a care passed by, lights briefly lighting up the figure.

Hizashi.

Worried, Shouta hurried over, startling his friend who was in his civilian clothes. He wanted to search his friend for injuries, but was quickly brushed off. "I'm fine Sho. Just got drowsy waiting for you. You've been out longer than your normal patrol."

Hizashi reaches out, using Shouta's hand to pull him to his feet. Knees piping in protest. How long had he been sitting there?!

Shouta rubbed at his neck, pulling his keys out of his pocket and opening the door, letting them both inside. "I've been pulling extra shifts over the weekends."

Hizashi sighed behind him as he toed off his shoes. "Shouta, that's not healthy. You need the weekends to get some rest. A few hours a day won't cut it. Damn, no wonder you've been looking more and more like a hobo."

Shouta shrugged. He wanted to say that Hizashi would have known he was overworking if he was around, but he didn't want to start a fight. Not when Hizashi was finally here and looking at him with worried eyes. "Mind if I take a quick shower?" He said instead.

Hizashi nodded, flopping down onto his couch. A couch Hizashi insisted he get.

The shower was quick, but it still felt wonderful. He felt like he could fall asleep with the warm water running over him. After drying and changing into what he hoped were clean clothes, he went and flipped next to Hizashi.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Hizashi shouldn't be quiet. Then the quiet was broken with Hizashi's sobs and Shouta regretted losing the quiet. Because he hated that something was hurting Hizashi. Was he missing his girlfriend? Was it something Shouta had done?

He pulled his friend into his arms, skmething he always did when the other was overwhelmed.

"I thought you were gonna die." Hizashi cried into his shoulder.

Shouta had to wrack his brain for a minute before he realized. Hizashi was still hung up over the USJ. Shouta ran his fingers through blond hair. "But I didn't. And it looked worse than it was."

Hizashi half heartedly hit him, refusing to look up from Shouta's neck. "Sho, you didn't see yourself. You looked so broken. Covered in blood. Not conscious. None peeking through your cheek." The man sobbed at the memory.

Shouta didn't say anything to that. What could he say. He wasn't sorry for sacrificing himself. He would do it all again.

"I thought I was going to lose you just like we lost Shirakumo." Hizashi whispered.

Shouta could feel his blood run cold. Losing Shirakumo had broken him. In so many ways. He hated to make Hizashi feel that way again, even if he was still alive now. Even though he knew there was a chance that one of them could die at any given moment, he HATED thinking of making Hizashi miserable.

But he couldn't say "I'm sorry." He did what he had to do.

Hizashi pulled back and brushed at Shouta's cheek. It was only then that he realized he was crying too. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. Hizashi kept his hand cupped to Shouta's cheek, and he couldn't help but lean into the warmth. Hizashi always had warm hands.

"Remember when Nemuri said she would always confess to someone so she would never have regrets. And I said I would too." Hizashi said, looking at Shouta intently. Bright green eyes boring into him. He could feel his heart stutter. He new where this was going. He just never imagined it would go. Shouta couldn't even nod his head. He was stunned.

Hizashi continued on, never one to need prompting to talk. "I've had a crush on you for a while. Loved you since we were teens. But never realized it was more than platonic love until recently. Nearly losing you... it put a lot of things into perspective. We've always been a constant in each other's lives. Always. I've been chairing after you for years, I just didn't realize it. So I can't... I can't go on without at least telling you. Sho, I love you so much. I know I'm not Shirakumo, and I don't want to be, but I just had to let your know. And if you are okay with it, with me... I'd like to give us a shot. More than just friends. I want to be your lover. Someone you can come home to. I want to come home to you. I want us to always hold each other up."

Shouta didn't know what to say. He never really does. He'd never thought of dating. Not after Shirakumo. Too focused on being a hero. On not feeling or dwelling. Hizashi was always the one to bring him out of his shell. Made him feel.

Being with Hizashi as a lover wouldn't be so different from how they already were, and he wasn't repulsed by the idea of being intimate. He just never thought about it. Thinking about it now, of being Hizashi's love, it sounded nice. Sounded right. And the way Hizashi put it, it wouldn't be temporary. It would be forever and always. He wouldn't mind being Hizashi's forever. It's not like he ever wanted to be without the man anyway.

Heart fluttering, Shouta nodded his head.

Hizashi smiles sweetly at him, leaning forward to brush his lips against Shouta's. His first kiss.

They spent the rest of the night on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Talking. Joking. Occasionally kissing.

It was nice. Something they both could get used to.

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[wookikun]

aesthetic tag game

tagged by @hiddenclawsof (who wrote the very first WooKi I've read and well I'm facing some unpleasant moments but u still remembers me and that heals me a lot)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

(soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(seventies!) colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(by @masterninjacow!) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(by @cherriigguk!) dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater | up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

(by @iniquitouspoppy!) cuddling with pets | collecting art | journaling at night | flower dresses | raccoon eyes | thunderstorms | listening to music in bed | gaming | anything (pastel) rainbow | jumpsuits | taking pictures with an old camera | pictures everywhere | spending time with friends until the sun goes down | being alone and loving it | being alone and hating it | reading in the train or bus | just reading all the time | biking everywhere | buying flowers | biting your lip | blue skies, white clouds | big tattoos | piercings | stargazing |

(by @sweetae-tae) zoning out when talking to someone | travelling with friends | concerts and music festivals | doing something just because it makes others happy | being happy when loved ones are happy | mom-friending everyone | buying new flowers you know nothing about | baking for others | trying out new things | listening to one song on repeat for hours | not being able to find one specific song to listen to | doing things to keep your mind busy | a cool breeze during warm days | staying up for “just one more episode” | wishing on dandelions | collecting four-leaf-clovers | dimples | contagious laughter | decorating your room with photos and postcards and posters | winter nights when it snows heavily

(by @actuallythatwaspromise) bookstores | pearl necklaces | wishing on the first star at night | messy room | tall lace up leather boots | never breaking the rules | thigh high socks | peppermint-mocha frappes year round | no jackets in winter | standing outside in the rain | the scent of pine | watch documentaries for fun | navy blue room | knitted Blankets | eyes that are multi-colored | cool morning mist | perfectly formed sentences | reading poetry to learn new words | swords with golden hilts | wish anklets on so long that you forgot what you wished for

(by @kodabodaa) all black everything | vampire-esque | sitting outside on quiet nights | winged eyeliner | fucked up sleep schedule | standing outside during a downpour | meme photo folder | tattoos | piercings | loves to make people flustered through flirting | first meal not till after midnight | looks like could kill | laying in bed all day | majorly independent | playlists for everything | prince zuko trash | could read you to filth | lack of emotions | once i love, i love hard | not afraid of really anything |

(by @seoultraveller) intense eye contact | deep discussion about passions | naked dance sessions alone in the bedroom | learning foreign language through poetry, song, and history | studying historical dynasties | not studying out of pure disinterest | nervous lip biting | patience | having one drink alone at a hotel bar | pancakes or waffles on a weekend morning | driving down an empty road towards a roadtrip destination | a tryst over the summer that turns into a romantic storytime | traveling to put your school knowledge to use | mellifluous speech | does not speak unless spoken to first | peppermint hot chocolate by the fireplace | wine on the balcony | unknown intensity | crying in bed at night |

(by @daybreakx) hot drinks in tall mugs | glitter eyeshadow | the sensation in your mouth from peppermint + cold | the scent of roses | red lips | talking to yourself in another language | old disney movies | unsolicited information dumps | messy handwriting | cold days with lots of wind | listening to a song you love in public | a playlist for driving even if the drive is 10 min long | heart skipping a beat from happiness | the feeling when a concert is about to start | crime shows | sarcasm | drinking coffee while waiting for your flight | horror stories | scented candles all over the place | daydreaming as an escape |

(by @thelilyshope) sliding on floors wearing fuzzy socks | tennis shoes with dresses | loves horror | making your own coffee | lost in thought while in nature | staring at the night sky | loves the sunrise but doesn’t like feeling tired | falling asleep while bear hugging a plush | the feeling of excitement when discovering a new place | mysteries in old places | learning through travels | slowly reading books | longing for the future | fashion you love but could never try | interested in many but passionate only for a few | warming up under blankets after playing in snow | turning fear into excitement | embarrassing others in public | trying on weird things at the mall for fun | the go-to comfort friend

(by @yutopiada) morning runs through the sleepy neighbourhood | cutting your hair on a whim | clothes that are too big | podcasts and breakfast | writing letters to yourself | the sound and feeling of pressing the keys of a keyboard | songs that remind you of a precise memory | wanting to be different | scared of being forgotten | procrastination | body hair positivity | having a collection of wired earbuds in case one of them breaks | saving empty notebooks because they’re too precious to write in | claiming things as yours by putting a sticker(s) on it | that artificial strawberries and cream flavour | it’s not dessert unless it’s chocolate | white trainers | big, chunky shoes | staring at paintings/artifacts in museums for too long | enjoying old architecture

(by @hiddenclawsof ) walking at night to look for something interesting | collection of mystery/murder books | eyeshadow palettes that will not be used | highlighters | converse | not good at giving advises | vintage bracelets | old philosophical movies | peppermint | cries watching animals are being rescued | fidgets when thinking | instruments | typos | kaomoji | observes thoroughly | googles simple words just because | eyeglasses | black earrings | rain | strolling around the bookstore

(by @wookikun) making a group chat with all my fake accs just to comfort myself | love to stay alone but hate being lonely | become a talkative person when I meet someone I really love | love writing & reading | pansexual | a good listener | never show my true self so fast | always thinking before sleeping | can't sleep without clinging to bolster | shallow sleep whenever I'm not at my home | animes | wu xia series | coffee | accessories like bracelet, necklae, earrings | mostly use men purse instead of women's | imagine drawing with clouds | spicy foods | audio drama adaption cause I'm so lazy to read these days | dreams that I still need to follow | confessed to my crush and got rejected years ago

I'm not gonna tag anyone cuz I'm unfamiliar here but still I want to do this si without tagging I just do it :(((((

[txladyj-blog]

This Time Around - Chapter 21

A Daryl Dixon x OFC collaboration written by @xmistressmistrustx​ by request of @txladyj-blog​

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Original Female Character

Tags: Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Crush, Fluff and Humor, Angst and Humor, Mild Smut, Strong Language, Eventual Sex, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Canon Divergence, Some Canon Scenes and Dialogue

Chapters 26/?

The noise beyond the infirmary door was Carol, who was deliberately making it known that her and Judith were waiting on the porch and didn’t want to barge in on anything. Jess went outside to greet her and in turn, spent a great deal of time giving her a run down of her version of events and an update on Daryl’s condition. She told her about him needing blood and her stepping up to provide it and also added that for now, she wanted to keep that minor detail from him. Her desire to play everything down and keep the dramatics at a low level was with Daryl in mind. The less there was to take in, the easier his recovery would be. They discussed his recovery and the changes that would need to be made, both of them admitting their reluctance to deal with his stubborn complaining. Eventually, Carol convinced an exhausted Jess to head to Aaron and Eric’s place and get some rest and food. Telling her she would sit with Daryl for a while and that Michonne would also be around when her guard shift finished, Jess agreed in the knowledge that he would have someone with him at all times but still had very little desire to leave his side.

From his bed, Daryl could see Jess through the window as she descended the stairs. He wondered when she would be back, not wanting her to spend her every waking moment by his bedside but being unable to deny that he was missing her being near to him already and it had only been 30 minutes since she left the room. He hated the fact that he seemed to be pining, something he thought only lovesick teenagers did. Since when was he so reliant on the presence of another person, let alone a female?

“Hey, you brought Lil’ asskicker” He announced when Carol finally entered the infirmary with Judith pinned to her hip.

“She misses you. She won’t settle for me or Rick much anymore. The only one she listens to is Carl” She said with an air of frustration. Judith was always more complaint with her Uncle Daryl over everyone else, a fact that he felt quietly smug about.

“That true kiddo? You actin up for ya ol’man and Carol?” He asked Judith who immediately decided she was going to act coy and hide in Carol’s shoulder. The change of scenery meant her shy side was activated and she wasn’t sure how to conduct herself when Uncle Daryl looked so different to usual. When Carol lifted her up and planted her on her lap, the child grabbed at Daryl’s hand and played with his fingers.

“How are you?” Carol asked.

“Gettin’ by.” He shrugged. The painkillers were still working their magic but he had done enough Oxy in his time to know that the feeling of contentment was nothing but a visage and soon, it would wear off.

“Jess said you wanted to come home” She mentioned.

“Damn right. Already hate being stuck in here. I know it's gonna be all ‘Don’t do this, drink this, go to sleep’, ain’t good with being told what to do.” He complained.

It was just how Carol expected him to be. It wasn’t in Daryl’s nature to be cooped up with a set of rules to follow. Nor was it like him to let anyone look after him when he was so used to looking out for himself. Her conversation with Jess made it clear that if she had an intention of playing nurse, Jess would soon quash them with her need to see him through his recovery herself. In a way, she was glad, Daryl could be a troublesome patient.

“I knew you’d be pretty mad about that. I got a run down from Jess. She said you’ll be fine with some time and rehabilitation. Sounds positive."

“Guess so. How you doin’ anyways?” He queried with an outright attempt to steer the topic away from himself. Judith was reciting ‘this little piggy’ as she pointed at Daryl’s fingers one by one, her muffle and badly enunciated speech melting into the background as she sang to herself.

“Fine.” She nodded. “Daryl what happened out there?”

There it was, the question he was waiting for. Carol wanted to hear his version for herself and he could have put money on her walking in and ordering him to relay the story from his perspective.

“Ain’t Rick or Jess told ya?” He asked with an exasperated sigh.

“Jess said you got shot trying to save her. Rick said you got shot trying to save Jess.” She relayed impatiently.

“Then that’s what happened.” He grumbled with a shrug

Carol leaned towards him and curled her fingers around his forearm.

“He could have killed you.” She pointed out.

“He was holdin’ a gun to her head, Carol!” He snapped “He was-he was talkin’ all sorts of shit ‘bout how she was a prize find. She just…she looked so fuckin’ scared. I wasn’t gonna let him hurt her. I had to do somethin’.”

Briefly, they both watched Judith, who had taken it upon herself to climb down from Carol’s lap and begin pulling books from a bookshelf. Carol paid her no mind, as long as she was quiet and safe, that was all that mattered. When she turned back to Daryl, he was regarding her with a wary expression.

“You took a bullet for her.” She stated directly. He could always rely on Carol to tell it like it was, no matter how much he didn’t want to hear it sometimes.

“Yeah n’ I’d do it again tomorrow.” Was his equally as clear response.

Carol slowly sat back and half smiled at him. Such a quick confession had come straight from his heart and it only proved what she’d thought all along and she wasn’t about to let it slide this time.

“Are you going to admit that you have feelings for her now?” She wanted to know.

She heard a low growl in his throat as he turned his head away and thudded it back on the pillow. She watched over him, noting the chewing of his lower lip and his shallow breathing. She knew that if she just waited, he would gift her with some kind of answer eventually.

“I don’t know what I feel.” He muttered as he turned back to her “This ain’t never happened to me before.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Judith once more before dragging her chair closer to him, leveling herself with his shoulder.

“Tell me” She coaxed.

Again, Daryl inflicted upon her a long and uncomfortable pause. Highly anxious about being asked such things, he wanted to get up and leave the room, but it was impossible and there was no escape. Accepting his fate, he resigned himself to his only option; surrender.

“She makes me crazy. When she looks at me I just-I ain’t me. I say stuff I would never say to nobody.”

“Like what?”

He shook his head and grumbled under his breath that he didn’t want to talk about it but Carol was not giving up that easily.

“Daryl, just tell me.” She ordered.

“After the party…” He bit his lower lip and sighed, the conflict raging in his mind. He needed another perspective, but at the same time was mortified and confused by the whole thing and felt it best to keep everything to himself. “…ugh, it don’t matter.”

“It does. Once you get this out and talk about it, you’ll feel better. I promise and I’ll never breathe a word to anybody. After everything we’ve been through, you know you can trust me”

Daryl had grown up not needing anyone for anything. He relied on no one but himself and where affairs of the heart were concerned, such rare occurrences were also dealt with alone or not dealt with at all. For the first time in his life, he felt as though he could have used some advice, or at least a listening ear that would take whatever he told her to the grave. She wouldn’t judge and wouldn’t poke fun at him, she wouldn’t get mad or laugh or make him feel like he should know better. It was Carol, his trusted friend and it was about time, after so much trauma that he afforded her the credit she deserved.

“Flirted with her” He mumbled under his breath.

“Well, this is new” she beamed “What did you say?”

“I ain’t tellin’ you that.” He scoffed. Full disclosure was not on the cards and some details needed to remain under wraps.

“Okay. Alright. That’s…that’s good, Daryl.”

“You’re just lovin’ this ain’t ya?” He mumbled.

“Little bit. Not going to lie.” she chuckled “How did she take it?”

“Good. I think. Dunno what got into me. I just kept thinkin’ ‘bout how she liked me before. Y’know, at the quarry? N’ sometimes, when we’re alone she gets all flustered n’ shit. Thought it was my imagination but I don’t think it is. I mean, I don’t know. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Ain’t got a clue what I’m lookin’ for here.”

With a wider knowledge of hunting than women, Daryl was in uncharted territory. Dangerous waters that could spell the end of his friendship with Jess if it all went wrong. Like he was walking a tightrope, he had been struggling to find the exact, right words to say to her in case it all blew up and he lost her once more. His desire to dip a toe into the minefield of flirting was most definitely a risky one and he wasn’t even sure if his effort had paid off or if they would simply move forward with no mention of it ever again.

“A lot can happen in the months you were apart. But if you want my opinion, she didn’t want you to know who she was when we first got here because she still felt the same about you. You know what she put up with at the quarry and you weren’t in a position to acknowledge that you actually felt something for her. You couldn’t make it OK for her. She didn’t want to feel like she was being rejected again.” Carol explained. She always had a way of clearing things up and adding clarity to what would usually be jumbled up and frustrated thoughts in his head. Moreover, she was right, Jess had put up with a lot at the quarry and he wasn’t able to be there for her like he should have been. Her hidden identity was a defense mechanism. But did it really mean that she still felt something for him?

“I never meant to do that to her. I’d never hurt her.” He said. “The mornin’ we left for the run, she uh, she wanted to know why I flirted with her... straight up. I wasn’t expectin’ that. Asked me if I was drunk or, if it was the dress she was wearin’. Had no idea how I was s’posed to answer.”

Carol’s face had softened to a small smile that she was holding back a little. Her heart swelled with excitement and happiness for him. She’d wanted this for him for a long time after seeing how much of himself he’d given to keeping the rest of the group safe.

“Was it the dress?” she smirked

“No.”

“She did look good in it.” She pressed.

“Stop it.” He dismissed. She smirked at him again and nudged his arm

“Fine. Wasn’t just the dress.” He admitted. The dress had some sway, he had to admit that much. But the main push he needed to adopt a more flirtatious tone was her blushing around him, her reaction to his compliments and the same, niggling idea that she still liked him as more than a friend.

“Ha. I knew it.” She grinned. “So, what did you tell her?”

“Just that I was sober n’ it wasn’t the dress.”

“I see. Then I think that’s all you needed to say.” She surmised “This is great, Daryl. You deserve this. You deserve to be happy.”

“Don’t get all excited, ain’t nothin’ gonna happen.”

Judith, having covered the floor in books and deciding that none of them quite matched up to the wonders of the book about the dog that Uncle Daryl read to her, was now hanging around Carol’s legs and trying to climb back up onto her lap. She reached down and scooped up the child, who nestled into the crook of her arm and yawned.

“Are you happy?” Carol asked in a serious tone.

It was nowhere near the linear question that it presented itself as and as far back as he could remember, Daryl wasn’t sure if he could ever pinpoint a time when he was truly happy or if he even knew what happiness was. But Jess stirred something in him and he had a burning desire to be near her. When she smiled, he smiled. Her laugh was addictive and her sense of humor gelled well with his own. He liked how she was her own person and had become independent while still retaining the vulnerability that made him want to protect her. Was he completely happy? He couldn’t say. But there was one thing he was sure of.

“M’happy when I’m with her.”

 ~ ~ ~ 

Aaron was talking himself hoarse as Jess darted around his spare room, collecting clothes and ignoring his pleas for her to just stop and get some decent sleep. He promised to wake her, to go and get an update to be relayed upon her waking up and even offered to go to the fairground and get more of her clothes. But all of his kind offers were declined. As soon as Jess stepped foot on the grass verge outside the infirmary, she just wanted to turn back and return to her bedside vigil.

Racing down the stairs, Jess flung her backpack over her shoulder and reached out for the door handle. Aaron positioned himself in between her and her escape route, defiant and bordering on angry. He tugged the bag from her shoulder and dropped it by the door before placing his hands on her weary shoulders and steering her towards the kitchen. Jess didn’t have the energy to put up any kind of a fight and simply let Aaron guide her into another room, where there was spaghetti on the stove and the smell wafted through the room, tempting her stomach into a loud rumble.

Given the information that Eric was on Guard duty and Aaron would be alone for most of the night, Jess halfheartedly sank down onto a dining chair and pushed her food around the plate while re-visiting the events of the past few hours from the beginning in order to answer some of Aaron’s questions. When, on the timeline of events, she reached the real reason why she was so physically drained, she explained that she had been the one to donate blood to replace what Daryl had lost. Aaron expressed that it was a noble and selfless thing to do and that when she did decide to tell Daryl, he was sure he would be eternally grateful. Then. She fell silent and took a sip of her red wine.

“Jess?”

“Mm?” She hummed into her glass before she looked across the table at the kind man she now thought of as her friend.

“You’re supposed to eat that” He remarked with a nudge of his head towards her uneaten food. The steam it emitted when it was first placed on the table was now gone and Aaron was sure Jess was sitting in front of a stone cold plate of pasta.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t stop thinking…what if? Y’know?” She mused.

Aaron thudded his cutlery onto the wooden table and leaned forwards with his arms braced either side of his pasta bowl. From across the table, Jess peered at him sadly.

“Listen to me, ‘what if’ will drive you insane. ‘what if’ does not matter.” He said firmly “What matters is that he’s inside the walls, under the care of a doctor and he’s going to be fine.”

His words made perfect sense but the battle of wills between emotion and logic was a tricky one, especially when she was so tired her bones were weary and her thoughts were jumbled, like a hundred people all talking at once.

“He could have died. Because of me.” She whispered.

“Stop this!” Aaron cried, slamming a hand on the table and making her flinch with the noise. “Please, Jess. I don’t like seeing you like this. You are exhausted.”

“I just want to be with him.” He heard her say under her breath.

Rising to his feet, he rounded the table and dragged out the chair next to her. He settled sideways to enable him to see her face clearly and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Okay. Um, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to think about it before you answer me because it’s important.” He warned, noticing her side glance nervously at him.

“Okay.” She croaked.

“Are you in love with him?”

Jess began to reply without thinking, ignoring Aarons request and diving straight into her default response.

“Huh. No” She scoffed “I mean…I care about him. Sure. I think about him a lot so I’m going to care, right? Do I have loving feelings for him...? Yeah. I suppose I do. Do I love him?” She stared at the top of her wine glass where her finger was poised. Aaron could almost see the cogs turning in her head. She took her hand away from the glass and covered her mouth with it. “Oh my god” She breathed from behind it as her eyes lift to Aaron’s face. She gradually lowered her hand and it juddered in the air as she connected the dots.

“I-I’m in love with Daryl.” She uttered.

“I know, Jess. I know.” Aaron sighed. 

 ~ ~ ~

Denise was as firm a doctor as she could be, having worked as a psychiatrist with many varied and difficult clients, she was well versed in the art of saying no and sticking to it. For three hours she had kept up her strong stance and maintained that if Daryl was to remain infection-free and on the mend, he must stay within the walls of the infirmary, where medications and equipment were at hand and she was a knock on a door away should she be needed.

But Daryl was intolerable when he had a bee in his bonnet and argued relentlessly until Denise could take no more and almost told Jess that she would pay her in shampoo and conditioner to take him away so she could get some peace. Finally getting his own way, Daryl accepted that he had to have twice daily check ins from the doctor and start physiotherapy as soon as his wound was properly healed. He was also told that he would need to agree to help from other people and that refraining from putting any pressure on his leg for two weeks would mean he needed constant help to move around.

 It was late, the streets were dark and the night guard shift had commenced. Across the still and silent streets, Rick and Jess wheeled Daryl across the road on his infirmary bed and halted on the other side. Jess handed him some crutches and when Denise hovered nearby and asked if he needed a tutorial, he waved her off in annoyance and demanded that he could do it without any help. Jess was glad he’d been re-dosed with pain meds half an hour before, because the thought of the agony that came with him shuffling from the wheeled bed and onto the crutches with only one working leg made her wince.

It took him a while, but with grit and determination, a few choice swear words at everyone present who tried to encourage him and a lucky amount of upper body strength, Daryl successfully managed to get himself into the house and up the stairs. Halfway up the staircase, he tossed the crutches to the top and used his arms to hoist himself the rest of the way up, under the watchful eyes of Rick and Michonne. Jess, who was in the kitchen with Denise, decided she couldn’t watch anymore no matter how much shameless gawking she could do at his arms. Instead, she opted to be the one to go through Daryl’s recovery plan and medications with Denise and Carol.

Jess’s attention was soon caught by Michonne who descended the stairs and sighed loudly, shaking her head and vanishing into the living room. She was closely followed by Rick, who wandered into the kitchen and swapped places with Carol after she announced she was going to take his meds to him and make sure there was nothing in his room that he could trip over. Denise wished everyone luck, knowing they’d need it if the last three hours she’d endured was anything to go by, and abruptly left the house.

Rick perched on a stool at the kitchen island across from Jess while she squinted at the label on a bottle of wine, tempted to neck the entire thing even though she wasn't much of a drinker.

“He should have stayed where Denise could keep an eye on him.” He said wearily. “He’s such a pain in the a-”

“Oh, believe me, I am not expecting an easy time. Denise warned me that all he does is complain.” Jess conveyed, pushing her lips into a thin line. “If it’s OK with you, I was going to stay the night, so I’m here if he needs anything.”

Rick picked up a jug of orange juice from the space between them and poured himself a glass, downing the whole thing as Jess watched on, sliding the wine bottle back onto the counter and pushing it away. 

“Of course, you can stay, but you don’t have to. We can handle him between us” He told her.

“I know. I want to.” She stated plainly.

He placed his glass on the counter top and studied her face. He still wore his gun holster at his waist and his brown, curled hair hung loosely over his forehead.

“This wasn’t your fault, Jess.” He assured her.

“It’s not about that” She shook her head before reaching over to the orange juice. Rick suddenly remembered his manners and poured her a glass of her own, pushing it across the marble to her. “I know he’s a miserable bastard right now, but I care about him.”

“Alright. Just don’t expect him to like the idea.” He smiled.

“I can handle Mr. Grumpy.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, you can probably deal with him better than I can,” he remarked, getting up and passing her. He paused to squeeze her shoulder “Are you ok? After what happened?”

“Mmhmm. Was pretty scary but it could have been a lot worse.” She mused.

“You did good, Jess. What you had to do, that was tough. We uh, we won’t talk about how you made the guy suffer first” he mentioned with a light pat on her shoulder.

Jess grinned and giggled slightly, feeling a hint of guilt for finding such a comment to be amusing considering it was referring to the man she’d murdered. “Thanks, sheriff.”

“I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow. Unless you’re um, going to sleep next to Daryl?” He asked tentatively.

“I’ll take some blankets. Thanks” She replied, opting for the less awkward option and telling herself that even though it was quite apparent that Rick had an idea there may be something more to her friendship with Daryl, she wasn’t about to encourage addressing the elephant in the room.

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Climbing the stairs of the house which was commonly known across the town as the ‘Grimes Home’ due to it being occupied by the three remaining members of the Grimes family, Jess waddled from side to side, balancing precariously on each, shiny step with her arms full of blankets and pillows. Picture frames adorned the walls depicting a family that were no more, ghosts of a time that once was, before the turn and before the house became a haven for a new family. Jess watched their happy faces fade past her as she climbed the stairs, hoping that one day, someone would replace the photos with happy pictures of Judith and Carl.

Unsurprisingly, Daryl’s room was at the end of the hall, away from everyone else’s and when she reached the closed door she didn’t even bother to knock. It wasn’t like he’d be anywhere else but laid up on the bed with scowl on his face anyway. Bustling through the door and getting blankets caught around the handle, Jess quietly cursed to herself and entered the room, dropping her haul onto the end of the bed as lightly as she could.

It was a typical suburban teenagers’ room. The bookshelf was still stocked and the walls boasted the remnants of band posters. Daryl had done little to make the place his own, his crossbow rested on the dresser and his vest was thrown across the back of a chair. On the top of a chest of drawers was evidence of bolt carving and partially made fishing floats. Feathers, pieces of wood and tools littered the surface. These were the only elements in the room that told her that he lived there now.

“What are ya doin? What’s this?” Daryl’s voice startled her; she had expected him to be sleeping due to the number of painkillers he was on. But there he was, sitting up with the covers drawn up to his waist. He was wearing a black vest and his hair was tousled, as if he’d tried to sleep but had given up. He was scowling at her.

“Ugh, lord.” Jess scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “I hoped you’d be asleep so I could avoid all your whining.”

“I don’t sleep much. What’s goin’ on?” He enquired.

Accepting that she may well have a fight on her hands, Jess grabbed a pillow from the top of the pile and clutched it in both hands.

“I brought you an extra pillow and I’m staying with you tonight.” She told him, throwing the pillow at him. He battled it away before it hit him and he collected it from the mattress at his side, tucking it behind his shoulders and settling back against it.

“No. No ya ain’t.” He said firmly while pointing at her. 

“You don’t have a say in this so don’t waste your breath.” Jess warned while the unfolded the blankets and began laying them on the floor next to the bed. Daryl’s hands rose before falling back to the bed in frustration.

“I’m fine, Jess!” He exclaimed. Jess whirled around with fire in her eyes.

“Daryl. Shut up!” she commanded “I’ll sleep on the floor in case you need anything”

“Don’t talk shit. Go home. I’ll be fine. Don’t exactly live alone” He continued.

Jess’s temper was beginning to rise but she bit her tongue and tried to remain composed and in control. He was so determined to be as independent as possible, that he would only end up doing himself more harm than good. Jess was aware of Daryl’s need to refrain from asking for or accepting any help, but this was an argument he was not going to win.

“Give it up. I’m staying.” She shrugged before sinking to the floor beside the bed and fluffing her pillow. "If you want me to leave, then you're going to have to kick me out yourself...and you can't do that right now."

It wasn’t that Daryl didn’t want her company. Under normal circumstances, he would have found a reason to be near her, to go on a run with her, to swing by Aaron and Eric’s in case she was there or he would deliberately cross over into her hunting territory. But having her see him incapacitated was not something he liked the idea of. Nevertheless, she had made it crystal clear that she was going nowhere and no matter how many irate sighs that escaped him or how many times she glowered at her, she was staying put.

“Fine. Stubborn ass woman.” He muttered.

She scanned the books on the shelf beside her, most of them teenage romance novels left from the previous occupants. It would do as something to pass the time and harked back to the many romance books she used to read as a teenager herself. In fact, whoever used the room before Daryl didn’t have such terrible taste in literature at all.

She selected a title referring to some kind of predictable and inevitable unity between a bad boy and a plain girl and figured it would make for some easy night-time reading. She didn’t know what time it was, just that it was late. The muffled footsteps of the rest of the house were padding about beyond the door on their way to bed and her body was almost as weary as it had been in the first few days of her setting out alone from the quarry.

Her eyes grazed over the first few words and her mind wandered. She was being watched and she could sense it without even looking up from the page. It was as plain as day that her temporary room mate was studying her from his spot up on the bed. She detected a small sigh, laced with the quietest of conflicted, raspy growls.

“Get up here” She heard him say.

“What?” She queried with both eyebrows raised innocently. Having no plans to move, and no intention of sleeping anywhere near him, confusion swept across her face and she slowly turned her head to see him peering at her with a mildly annoyed expression.

“If ya gonna stay at least sleep on a bed. There’s enough room for the both of us. Get up here” He ordered.

Jess hesitated. This was a new level of boundary pushing and one she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with. It would mean mere inches of space between them and a palpable silence for hours throughout the night during which time she was very likely to just lay there, mulling over the same thought.

I’m sharing a bed with Daryl.

“Are you sure? That’s not weird for you?” She asked.

“No. It ain’t. I’ma change my damn mind if ya keep askin’ questions” he complained.

The more she considered it, the more enticing the idea was. After all, it was a good opportunity to indulge a little in secret and after everything they’d been through, her having murdered someone and offering up her blood to aid Daryl’s recovery, she figured she’d earned it. As long as it wasn’t so strange that her insecurities and naturally awkward nature around a person so attractive forced her to ruin everything.

“OK, OK.” She agreed, attempting to sound as though it was more a chore than anything else. She got to her feet, kicked off her boots and lay back on top of the covers, dragging a blanket from the floor across her legs. Opening her book, she started to read from the first word again but her concentration was nowhere to be found. Her eyes looked over the words but nothing sank in. Before long, she sensed the familiar feeling of being watched, once more.

Daryl hated the idea of her putting herself out for him. Her staying with him was bad enough and if he was going to be forced to endure her seeing him in such a state, he just wanted her to feel restful and secure and as she read by his side, she undoubtedly was not either of those things. He rubbed at his face with one hand, wondering how he should proceed with coaxing her to relax a little more. Then, he noticed the pimpled texture of her skin. Goosepimples, she was cold.

“You’re cold, just get under the covers.” He suggested.

A rush of apprehension and nervousness settled in Jess’s stomach and for a moment, she thought that whatever the story line in her book depicted, her real-life situation was unraveling at an alarmingly more rapid rate.

Pity this doesn’t end like the book does.

“I’m fine, really.” She assured him with a small smile. But he refused to stop glaring at her and she wondered why. She was sure that she would have given just about anything to be able to hear his thoughts at that precise moment.

“Ya know I ain’t gonna touch ya or nothin’, right?” He expressed.

Jess dropped the book in her lap and gawped at him, her expression shocked and saddened. Why would he ever think that such a thing would cross her mind? There were plenty of people she could have expected such behavior from but Daryl was the safest and most protective person she could have been with in that moment and the fact that he’d even pondered something so ridiculous deeply concerned her.

“Why would you even say that?” She questioned at the same time as turning her body and laying on her side, now facing him completely to show that she was not afraid to address the huge issue he’d just brought up.

“Guess I don’t want ya to think I’m like that.” He reasoned. “I aint no asshole. Would never touch ya. Unless ya… wanted me to or somethin’. I dunno. Shit. Just-just forget I said anythin’.”

Good job, jackass. He thought. Stop fuckin’ talkin’.

Jess’s face dropped and her eyebrows knitted together in sympathy. It wasn’t something she could honestly say had ever crossed her mind. Not even once. She didn’t need to be told he wasn’t a creep, or entitled, or disrespectful towards her in the slightest. She just knew. The one thing that stunned her even more than the notion that he would ever touch her in that way, was the mention that he quite possibly would if she wanted him to. She had no idea what to make of such a statement and her hands began to fidget at the tricky subject matter. Was this true? There was the distinct possibility that the painkillers were playing a part in his loose tongue and she dared to hope that it was fueled by anything more than that.

“OK” She started with a deep breath “Listen to me.” As she spoke, she braved holding eye contact with him. The importance of her answer meant he had to know she was sincere. “I would never, ever think that of you. I feel safer with you than I do with anybody else. Of course, I know that you would never do that to me. I’m actually kinda sad that you felt the need to tell me that.”

Daryl was nibbling on his thumb, hiding his true expression behind his hand and searching his brain for a response that wouldn’t make the situation worse. He dropped his hand and looked down into his lap.

“Ain’t much trust associated with bein’ a Dixon.” He mentioned. “I never had a friend like you neither. ‘Specially female. They just tend to assume shit about guys like me.”

“Oh my god.” Jess groaned, sliding onto her back and down the bed until her head was on the pillow and her hands were covering her face. “You are breaking my heart here. Stop it!” She cried. Taking her hands away, she noted his nervous demeanor and wondered where the hell this was all coming from. It was highly unusual for Daryl to talk about something so personal, let alone be the one to bring it up. Sitting up again, she ran a hand through her hair and blew the loose side strands up into the air with an exhalation.

“I trust you. You believe me when I say that, don’t you?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then I don’t ever want you to bring this up again.”

“K” he grunted. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She scoffed. Quiet fell around them with neither one knowing how to change the atmosphere to a more tolerable one. Jess thought humor may well have been the only way and so, opened her mouth without thinking.

“At least I know you would if I wanted you to. Lucky me.”

Daryl, who wasn’t expecting to have to deal directly with his revealing and potentially dangerous comment, did something he didn’t normally do. He panicked.

“I didn’t mean that I-well, well I did. I-I just-If ya wanted…Y’know what? Never mind.”

“Yeah, never mind” She echoed stiffly.

“It’s the Oxy. I don’t really know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout here. My head’s fucked.” He lied.

“It’s fine. Let’s just brush that one under the rug.” She offered, much to his relief at the escalating horror rising in his chest. As he quelled the uneasiness and irritation at himself, he noticed Jess wriggle under the top cover, leaving the barrier of a sheet between them. A decent compromise, he concluded.

She lay on her side again, this time with her book on the bed between them. Her fingers pulled up the pages, fanning the edges over and over and creating a light flickering sound.

“There is something I wanted to say to you” She murmured. “While we’re sharing.”

“What’s that?” He inquired, worried that he would be faced with yet another conversation that was going to make him squirm.

Jess’s eyes crept along his bare arm, lit by the flickering glow of two lanterns either side of the bed. He was inches from her face and she resisted the temptation to trace her fingertips along his skin, down over his bicep to his forearm. The thought almost made her drool and she turned her attention back to what she wanted to say.

“I’m glad you saved me and all. Thank you for that. But it’s time someone told you that you need to take care of you.” She said.

Daryl hesitated, taking in her words and trying to remember a time when there was ever anyone that openly cared as much about him as Jess did. He couldn’t think of anything, because there wasn’t one. No one had ever cared like she did and the feeling was unfamiliar and strange.

“I’m fine, Jess.” He mumbled.

She pulled herself further up, forcing him to turn his head and look her in the eye.

“No, you’re not. You have a gunshot wound that could have been a lot worse and furthermore, if you don’t take care of you, think of all the people around here that need you and won’t have you. Like Judith and Carl and…and me.” She explained.

The corner of his mouth curled up and she was surprised to find him smirking at her.

“Did you just say ‘furthermore’?” He questioned in amusement. "The fuck is that?"

“Forget it. Get yourself killed. See if I care.” She bit back. Dismayed by him making a joke of what was supposed to be a genuine plea for him to at least try and place some value on his own life.

“Alright. Sorry. I get it...” He backtracked after sensing her downtrodden reaction. “…I do. But I’d still take another bullet for you tomorrow.”

It was a declaration that Jess never anticipated to get from anyone, let alone the man she had fallen for. The insistence that he would indeed put himself in death's grasp to ensure her safety. Never before had she met someone so selfless and courageous and while she was touched and inwardly emotional at the thought, on the outside she sighed with exasperation and closed her eyes briefly.

“Daryyyyl” She groaned.

She opened her eyes when she felt him touch her hand. He covered her fingers with his own to garner attention and once he had it, he quickly moved away. Peering down at her and holding her gaze, he wanted her to see it from his perspective.

“Look me in the eye n’ tell you wouldn’t do the same.” He challenged.

It was an intense moment, charged with so many unsaid things that Daryl swallowed hard and pondered over what else he could say and blame on the Oxy. But without the knowledge that she would undeniably feel the same way about him, he was not going to risk losing what he deemed to be a rare and precious connection that he never thought he would be lucky enough to have.

“Only for you.” She whispered.

Because I love you.

Then, he knew she understood his motives and reasons for doing what he did. She cared just as much as he did but it didn’t mean he would ever let her take bullets for him or even experience so much as a scratch. To him, she was a person so valuable that the prospect of losing her didn’t bare thinking about.

“Think we have an understandin’.” He concluded.

“No. I don’t like this. I don’t want to not have you around” She argued.

“Good thing you’re hangin’ round here like a bad smell then, aint it?” He commented, trying to lighten the mood by poking fun at her.

Jess could only offer up a forced huff of amusement as she looked over at his nightstand which was now home to a pile of wound dressings. There it was again. The ‘what if’ train of thought that Aaron warned her would drive her crazy. What if he’d been killed? What if she had to carry on without him?

“Jess, I ain’t goin nowhere.” He said seriously. She looked up at him and he realized that her eyes were bloodshot. A single tear raced down her cheek and she sniffed and tried to force it away. He reached out and wiped the dampness away from under her eye with his thumb. Her cheek tingled and she very nearly said it. It was on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be freed. The six little words that would change everything. But her heart on her sleeve would only destroy it all. 

I am in love with you.

“You’re tired. Go to sleep.” He cooed at her.

She nodded and snuggled down next to him. It was all she could do to hide her desire to just kiss him and explain it away afterwards. In the light of the lantern on the nightstand, he focused on her hand by his side and licked his lips as he toyed with the idea of holding it. He wondered what her reaction would be and decided to brave it, lacing his fingers with hers. She didn’t pull away and gently gripped onto him instead. After a few minutes, he thought her to be drifting off to sleep, but what he couldn’t see was that she was staring at her hand intertwined with his, a small smile on her face and a feeling of some kind of subtle triumph in her heart.

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It was the birds that woke her. A sound she didn’t hear as much now the world was decaying. She didn’t know if it was food being scarce or migration, but there were fewer birds around than usual and so, their melodic chirping from the roof of the house was a pleasant and relaxing way to wake from what had been a deep slumber. Her eyes were heavy and her limbs felt like they were made from cement as her body slowly woke up. A soft, cushioned surface under her cheek warmed the side of her face and she snuggled against it, emitting a contented sigh.

It was a first for Daryl. He peered down at the sleepy form of Jess, nuzzled against his bare arm with a hand draped over his wrist and thought that he could maybe get used to it. Waking up next to a pretty girl sleeping on him was certainly a nicer way to start the day, if only his leg wasn’t screaming with pain. He inhaled slowly, forcing his mind away from the agony and focusing instead on Jess and her dark eyelashes and the subtle pink of her lips.

Jess wasn’t sure if she’d ever moved as fast in her entire life than she did when she opened her eyes and realized she’d been sleeping nestled onto Daryl’s arm. On the one hand, she was truly horrified and on the other, slightly smug that she’d managed to cop a feel, albeit unintentionally. She sprang up, blinked rapidly and crawled away from him, bringing her legs up and sitting back against the headboard.

“Oh, Uh. I’m sorry. I don't know how I ended up…there.” She stammered upon noticing he was awake.

“S’alright. Mornin’.” He greeted, aware of her discomfort and watching her run her hands through her hair and adjust her T-shirt. She glanced down at his arm where a fading, pink mark had occurred from her using him as a pillow.

“Did I, did I drool?” She asked.

“Nah. Ya snore though.” He said casually, biting his lower lip and stifling a grin.

“I do?! Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I-” She rambled.

“-I’m kidding.” He interrupted with a snort of laughter.

“Oh.” Was her grunted reply while she felt the panic in her chest begin to disappear.

Daryl lifted a hand and gently smoothed a thumb over the damp skin below her bottom lip, seeing her freeze and her eyes widen.

That’s the second time he’s touched me like that.

“Ya did drool. A little” he told her.

“Oh god” She groaned covering her rapidly reddening face with her hands. She could hear his gruff chuckle from beside her and hazarded lowering her hands. She was met with a wide grin, one that she would happily look at for the rest of her days. Something happened to him when he smiled. Maybe it was because it was rare and that it was only really her that he gifted with such a sight, but she thought that in those quick moments he looked genuinely happy and she could only hope that she was even a part of the reason why.

“Stop laughing.” She complained, playfully slapping at his hand. “Jerk.”

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The ten days after Daryl gaining a hole in his leg and the feeling of being imprisoned behind the walls of Alexandria, his relationship with Jess remained the one thing that provided him with some means of escapism. Her kindness and devotion to his recovery only built up his feelings for her to a powerful level and he had become more sure than ever that if he ever got a sign that she saw him the same way, beyond any reasonable doubt, he would take the opportunity to act on his feelings. 

But all he could do was hope and admire her while she ignored his requests for her to take some time out and look after herself. She brought him food, administered his meds and helped him to and from the bathroom when Carol and Carl were not around. Jess’s absence during the mornings was noticed by Deanna, who quickly tasked Michonne with security cover and compiled a hunting team from the other residents to ensure that food didn’t become an issue. Rick was determined to find the rest of the group that Daryl’s assailant was from and along with Glenn and a couple of the others, had been away for days, scouring the woods and abandoned buildings for anything that would lead them to discovering how much risk such a group posed.

For four nights Jess slept by Daryl’s side, careful not to end up drooling on his arm again. Her days were spent playing cards with him and discussing a wide range of topics, some of which Daryl wasn’t even aware he had an opinion on. But Jess had a knack for that; revealing things about him that he would never have previously discovered himself. It took some adjusting to let her take care of him, but she brought the best out in him and despite his sometimes low and snappy mood at being trapped in the house, he was never rude or ungrateful to her.

Denise checked in regularly and gave Daryl the all clear for any infections in his gunshot wound. Her next step was to enlist everyone to persuade him that he needed to take it easy and practice some physiotherapy to aid his recovery. Believing that he just needed to be allowed outside to carry on doing what he always did, Daryl did nothing but complain about being useless sitting around all day.

When Jess was sleeping or out of the house for some reason, Carol tried her best to ease him into the idea of doing just a few of the exercises in the book that Denise had left him. Every time, she was met with a gruff dismissal, usually coupled with a cuss laden mumbling about how it wasn’t going to work anyway.

One evening, when Jess had finished up a meal kindly cooked for her by Aaron and Eric, who were consistent in offering her their spare room, use of the shower and many meals since Daryl had been shot, she arrived at the Grimes home to find a grumpy looking Daryl perched on the edge of his bed wearing black sweatpants and a sleeveless, black button down on which he’d neglected to fasten the top two buttons. Jess rolled her eyes. Sometimes, she thought he could hear the thoughts that traveled through her head and liked to play on the fact that she couldn’t look at him without going weak at the knees.

“Carol said you refused to do your physio.” She said, dropping her bag in the corner of the room and sliding a physiotherapy book from the dresser. “Your leg will seize up if you don’t and you’ll be hopping around like a cripple for a hell of a lot longer than you would if you’d just humor us and do as your fucking told.”

It was a new thing he’d discovered about her. She didn’t suffer fools and quickly became stern with him if he dared to argue with her about anything to do with his recovery. He could tell she genuinely cared and as a result, she would shoot him down and put him in his place without so much as a blink. He couldn’t deny that a part of him liked her pushy nature when she was tested and he would have gone as far as to say he’d met his match.

“Fine” He grumbled. “But this ain’t gonna do nothin’.”

She moved closer to him, offering him her arm to help him stand. He accepted it and she eased him to his feet. He was able to apply a certain amount of weight on his injured leg which was a good start and Jess was sure that the more he complied and just listened to Denise’s advice, the quicker he would be back to his normal self.

“It will, that’s what it says in the book.” She countered.

“Fuck the book.” He snapped.

“For god sakes, Daryl! Stop acting like a damn kid and just do it!” She cried, tugging on his arm and guiding him over to the wall. He hobbled along beside her and risked a couple of glances at her face. Her jaw was pulled tight in annoyance and he knew that she was likely to get pretty mad at him if he didn’t give in.

Allowing her to help him balance on his good leg and hold onto the wall, she talked him through quadriceps stretches as per the instructions in the book and stood close by, with her hands hovering around him in case he lost his footing while he put it into practice.

“OK, good. That’s good. A little higher. Great.” She encouraged.

Obviously in pain, he grit his teeth and Jess could see sweat emerging on his forehead. Once he’d completed one exercise, she helped him through the rest, sometimes having to take his weight or help him to the floor and up again. He very reluctantly accepted her aid and tried to ignore the warmth of her body against his and had no idea that she was thinking the exact same thing. She counted him through each movement and when she tried to let go of his hand once he was sitting safely back on the bed. He held onto her and stared at her.

“Ya ain’t gotta do this with me.” He said.

Jess sank down onto the bed beside him, squeezed his hand slightly and let go.

“I knew you’d start this at some point. I’m not going anywhere. I know you, you won’t do your physiotherapy otherwise” She explained.

“Look, just get Carol to rat me out if I don’t. You don’t need to be here everyday” He told her.

Her heart fluttered with a flicker of sadness. She shoved away the notion that he was sick of the sight of her away and told herself that she was assuming the worst without having the facts. She smiled slightly and held his gaze. Despite his injury, she liked seeing him in this environment. In his room, in his sweatpants and not covered in dirt and toting a crossbow for a change. Not many people got to see him like that and she was grateful that he trusted her enough to let her be there for him.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asked.

“Naw. Not at all. Just don’t want ya wastin’ ya time stuck here with me every day” He expressed.

Glad that she’d not reacted too hastily, Jess nodded and brushed a few strands of hair from in front of his eye. She liked his eyes and being able to see them had revealed a lot more about him over the course of the two weeks she’d been spending so much time with him. More than anything, she’d learned that he said so much with his eyes without having to actually say any words at all.

“Time enjoyed is not time wasted.” She smiled.

“Enjoyed? Tryin’ to tell me you enjoy this? I wasn’t born yesterday, Jess.” He protested.

“I enjoy your company, you grouchy bastard” She replied, leaning towards him and nudging his shoulder with hers.

He gave her a thoughtful smile, his eyes scanning her features until she retrieved a small towel from the bed behind him and wiped his sweaty brow for him. He briefly closed his eyes and simply enjoyed having her tend to him, thinking that if someone was to explain to him two years back that he would be so taken in by the pretty nerd he’d met in a quarry at the end of the world and for the first time would have feelings that went way beyond friendship, he would have laughed in their face.

“Thanks” he mumbled quietly.

���I’ll put it on the tab.” She commented.

“Tab?”

“Your ‘reasons I have to be nice to Jess’ tab.”

“C’mon, like I need reasons.” He admitted. He didn’t, being nice to her was as natural as breathing. She didn’t grate on him like most people did, she didn’t make him feel suffocated or cast out or like he just didn’t belong. When he was with her, he did belong and he was sure that she belonged right by his side too. If it was as a friend or anything more, he was going to leave it up to her. “This one of the things about you I didn’t know?”

She felt a spark of excitement when she put two and two together and realized that he was referring to the flirtatious exchange they’d had after the party. The exchange she still hadn’t managed to get any clear answers about. It wasn’t like it wasn’t on her mind. It niggled away every time she saw him. She’d struggled to find the right moment to ask and, in the end, had admitted defeat and opted to leave the whole thing alone.

“What does that mean?” She wanted to know.

“Nurse Jess” he smirked.

“Maybe. But I don’t just do this for anyone.” She conveyed. As a naturally caring person, Jess was known among the few people that made up her small tribe of friends, as the one that would bend over backwards to make sure the people that she loved were okay. Some tried to take advantage of her kindness and that was when her efforts could only be pushed so far before she cut them off altogether. It was true, she didn’t do it for just anyone and in their present situation, Daryl was one of very, very few people that she would happily give up her routine and solitary life for.

“Then I guess that makes me pretty honored” he said.

“C’mon, all you do is complain about ‘Nurse Jess’.” She reminded him, part of her message being in jest and the rest of it being the truth as she saw it.

“Nah, m’complainin’ bout the situation.” He corrected very deliberately.

“Oh, glad you clarified that.”

What preceded a long pause was another big risk from Daryl. He had no idea why he had the urge to toe the line of flirtatious exchanges. Maybe it was the way her cheeks flushed pink or the shy giggle she couldn’t help. Or, maybe it was the temptation to tell her how he felt and the idea that she could possibly feel the same. He had no idea, but he pressed ahead anyway, confident in the fact that he wasn’t being obvious enough that his comments couldn’t be explained in a more platonic way, should he need to.

“Not sure nurses are s’posed to sleep in their patient’s beds” He said out of nowhere.

Jess was busying herself folding the towel in her lap and she paused and stared down at the carpet when she heard his remark.

“Yeah? File a complaint.” She shrugged with one shoulder and the smallest, yet still detectable of smiles.

“Nah” He grunted “That’s one thing I ain’t gonna complain ‘bout.”

She glanced up at him hesitantly, finding the most gorgeous of suggestive smiles waiting for her and she was sure she was melting.

“Right.” she whispered. Then, there it was, that small giggle that he wanted to see. “Okay.”

I ain’t ever gonna get tired of that.

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A coldness on the side of her head was a much more unpleasant way to begin the day than with the singing of the birds beside Daryl in his bed. In her fairground home, she sat up and wiped a hand over the damp mass in her hair. Then, a single drop on her forehead made her jump and she craned her neck upwards, examining the ceiling and noticing a rotting and saturated mass of paintwork right above her. It was raining all night. Dragging herself out of bed, she dressed and checked her reflection in the mirror, something she now did every morning without fail. Her appearance was becoming more important to her since she’d grown a lot closer to Daryl and the odd glance in the mirror gave her the confidence to know that he wasn’t talking to a hot mess every day when she accompanied him on the morning hunt. It was a compromise they’d made with Deanna. Jess would chaperone Daryl on the hunt until his leg was fully healed and Daryl could get outside the walls and stop snapping at everyone like a tiger in a cage. Jess had also started wearing her hair down more often, knowing that Daryl could rarely resist the temptation to tenderly move it from her vision if it blew in the breeze and each time he did, it was like a fix from a drug that she was more than happy to submit to. It was the little things to her. The way he rolled his eyes when she called him ‘stinky’ and the way he huffed bashfully every single time she was feeling bold enough to call him ‘handsome’.

When she arrived in Alexandria, she headed straight for Deanna’s place and asked if she could have some roof tiles to fix the leak in her ceiling. Deanna immediately agreed and refused any kind of payment, telling jess in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t have such issues if she were to just move inside the walls. She was even offered the corner house which was unoccupied and big enough for at least six people to live there comfortably. Jess declined once again, expressing that she’d feel like a fart in an oil drum in that huge house and that the fairground was more comfortable.

Upon collection of her tiles from the garage that housed building materials and tools, Jess set off with a ladder under her arm and headed for the gate. The sky was threatening more rain, its heavy, gray cloud becoming more ominous by the second and the wind gaining momentum. She could detect the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. There was no doubt that she had to get the roof fixed before the whole thing collapsed and she had to move into the oil drum after all.

Daryl was ambling along the street smoking the last of a cigarette when she crossed his path without even noticing him.

“Hey” he called out “That don’t look like huntin’ stuff.”

She stopped walking as he neared her and looked down at her gloved hand and the two tiles she held.

“Oh, No. I have a hole in my roof. I just need to repair it and I’ll come back and we can go.” She explained.

Although he could walk, he was limited to certain distances and still displayed a limp, much to his annoyance. Denise explained that the damage to the muscle and tissue in his leg meant he would need time and patience to get it back to full working order with no pain. He was getting there, Jess knew that much, but the progress was nowhere near as quick as he wanted it to be.

“I’ll give ya a hand. Shouldn’t be goin’ up on the roof out there by yaself.” He decided, taking the tiles from her.

“You can’t go up a ladder.” She mentioned.

“Sure I can, I’ll be fine.”

“No, Daryl.” She said, snatching the tiles back from his grasp. “If you want to help you can hold it still and make sure I don’t break my neck in this wind.”

Not giving him time to quarrel with her about it, she surged on with Daryl in tow, thanking the gate guard and marching through the woods to her home.

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By the time Jess reached the roof of the diner. The wind was howling through the trees and lashing at her, sending drops of rain and leaves flying at her like she was in a wind tunnel. Her hands gripped onto the end of the ladder, turning her knuckles white while she solidified her balance on the top rung. From inside her coat, she tugged out a tile having kept the other one safely on the ground as a spare in case she discovered more holes in the roof.

She wobbled in the wind while leaning over and attempting to slide the tile into place. It was a perfect fit and Jess was glad of it. But the remnants of the previous tile meant the hole needed to be cleared of shards before the new one could be slotted into place. She worked as quickly as she could, throwing bits of broken tile onto the grass below.

“Just switch up with me, won’t take long.” Daryl called up to her.

“No!” She shouted back, over her shoulder.

“Shit, Jess. Were ya always this stubborn?” He asked.

“Pot calling the kettle back, stinky! Now, shut up and let me work!”

“Stinky. Bad books. Right.” He muttered to himself.

Finally able to fit the tile, she wiggled it into the square space, tapping the edge and feeling it secure just as a powerful gust of wind overpowered her at the top of the ladder and caused her to lose her footing. She grappled for the ladders handle and missed as the roof shot up in front of her and a searing pain engulfed the right side of her ribs. Before she could make any kind of noise, she’d accepted her fate. She was falling and was likely to be injured if the burning across her ribs was anything to go by. Towards the end of the ladder, her right leg looped through one of the gaps as Daryl managed to grab a hold of her before she hit the floor.

His strong arms wrapped around her waist, bunching up her jacket and thick, armored vest. It occurred to her that she still hadn’t hit the floor and that Daryl had caught her mid-air. He was humming instructions in her ear but none of them were registering as adrenaline thundered through her body. Her hands shook and her knees were trembling as he hoisted her up with all his might and told her to pull her leg out of the ladder. She didn’t hear him but managed to figure out what she needed to do regardless. Her leg dislodged easily and when her feet hit the floor, she almost buckled and ended up crumpled on the grass. If it wasn’t for Daryl, who had spun her around to face him but was still clinging to her waist while she caught her breath, she would have been face-down in the middle of the fairground.

“Y’alright?! Ya hurt?” He fretted, still keeping his hands where they were, on her bare skin under her top.

“No, just a-just a scrape I think.” She breathed.

“Where? Show me.” He demanded, looking down at her. It wasn’t until he tried to step back that it dawned on Jess that she was gripping his forearms like her life depended on it.

“M-my ribs, where I slipped. The handle, up there. It’s probably just bruised. It’s-it’s fine” she tried to break away from him, but he held on firmly.

“Naw, hold up. Ya tremblin’.” He told her.

For some reason, her mind went straight to his injury and she began to worry about the fact that he’d been standing on it for so long and had also had to endure holding her weight on it after catching her.

“But your-your leg.” She stammered.

“Doesn’t hurt. Can’t even feel it.” He lied “take a breath.” They locked eyes and his hands slowly moved down to her hips. Sensing she would scurry away like a frightened animal if he were to let go, he softened his voice and loosened his grip slightly. “Show me where ya hurt.”

“No. There’s no need.” She quickly answered.

The wind blew about her face and the chill it brought with it was beginning to bite. Her side was stinging, aggravated further by the cold. Daryl, who was wearing a leather biker jacket under his usual vest, had dressed for the weather, but Jess had failed to do so, believing that her regular clothing would suffice and not anticipating a storm to be rolling in.

“There is, coulda cracked a rib. Just let me feel for any breaks. I spent my childhood dealin’ with broken bones n’ I had a hell of a lot of fights in my time. I know what I’m lookin’ for.”

“I know you do. I just… don’t want to.” She confessed.

Then, the penny dropped and so did his hands. It was suddenly very clear why she was so averse to letting him check her for any injuries. She was nervous about showing him anything under her clothing. He watched her vision drop to the floor and nodded to himself. It all made sense now.

“Do you trust me, or not? Because one minute you’re sleepin’ in my bed n’ the next, ya won’t let me check ya to make sure ya aint hurt.” He stated

She looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, full of worry that she’d offended him and also that she’d have to explain what was going on in her head. That her insecurities didn’t just drop off with her weight loss. That she still didn’t like what she saw when she looked in the mirror. That she was deeply in love with him and didn’t want him to think her disgusting or ugly. But she did trust him and knew he cared.

“I do. I do trust you.” She assured him.

“Then let me take a look. It’s just me. S’alright.” he soothed

When the wind blew her hair across her face, he brushed it aside for her, taking a split second to ghost his thumb over her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat and it was then that she accepted that if she was going to trust anyone with this, it should be him.

She gingerly lifted the hem of her vest, drawing it up to just under her bra. He leaned down and she observed his eyes sweep over her skin, squinting slightly which indicated that there was, in fact, something to look at. Her eyes bulged when he went to place his fingers over her ribs and she jolted away. Closing her eyes and sighing.

“I’m sorry. Go ahead. I’m just not used to being touched.” She admitted.

“Yeah, me neither” he mumbled. “It won’t take a sec”

She nodded and felt her entire body tingle with electricity when he began to gently feel over her ribs, pressing at each one and frowning.

“Shit” he hissed, tracing his fingertips over the large red patch on her ribs. She flinched and held her breath. He applied light pressure along the mark “this hurt?”

“A little” she croaked.

“Your chest or back hurt?”

“No”

He placed his whole hand against her skin and her attempt not to react paid off. The warmth of his palm was a welcome relief from the cold that was licking at her skin from the wind. Daryl positioned his other hand on her shoulder

“Twist ya body, towards me. Breathe in” He instructed. She complied with complaint, having faith that he knew what he was looking for and from what she could tell so far, it certainly wasn’t his first brush with potentially broken ribs. The thought was a sad one when she thought about why a person would have such knowledge through experience alone.

“K. Now breathe out. Any pain?”

“Not much”

“It ain’t broken, gonna have a big bruise though.” He warned, dropping his hand from her shoulder but leaving his palm flush with her ribs, only unintentionally dropping it an inch or so. Her eyes nervously found his staring right back at her and he swallowed hard. She was showing him all kinds of firsts without having a clue about any of it. Having never felt anything for a female before, the intensity of the tension between them was stifling to him. Standing there with her, with his hand on her smooth skin and lost in the uneasy beauty of her eyes, for the first time, he wanted to kiss her more than anything. His gaze dropped to her lips and in the back of his mind he wished that his knowledge of how to deal with his feelings for the pretty nerd reached as far as his knowledge of broken ribs did. He wanted to, but he didn’t. He’d already told her he couldn’t lose her again and one kiss could ruin everything.

“Thank you.” She breathed, breaking the atmosphere and moving back. The contact was broken and Jess tugged her top down. “Is your leg OK?”

“Forgot all ‘bout it” he admitted. Her beautiful, soft skin had distracted him away from the discomfort and it wasn’t something he was likely to forget any time soon.

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Two nights had passed since Jess had faced Daryl’s warm and not altogether uninviting touch. He was right about her rib; it wasn’t broken but it was bruised enough to render her as useless as a chocolate teapot for a couple of days, during which she spent time awkwardly trying to avoid having to discuss what had happened at the fairground with Daryl by avoiding him altogether and playing board games with Abraham while he drowned himself in whiskey on Aaron and Eric’s front porch.

Her avoidance of Daryl hadn’t gone unnoticed but far from being angered by it, he understood that whatever had transpired between them both was complicated and he needed time to process it. He couldn’t be sure that Jess felt the same, or if she even felt anything at all, but he’d been pushed to the brink of an act that was so out of character he felt like she was changing every part of him without even trying.

But being away from her wasn’t an option for too long and eventually, he found himself wandering the town in the dark on the way to Aaron and Eric’s, the now mild pain in his leg humming just enough for him to notice, but being more of an irritation than anything else. As he rounded the corner from the main street, Abraham breezed past him in a cloud of alcohol and slapped him on the back, bidding him a good night in a slurred sentence that was barely comprehensible.

Jess was swaying on the porch swing, reading the book she’d started in Daryl’s room the first night she stayed with him. He climbed the stairs and noted the two whiskey glasses and a bottle on the table. The rapid and unusual change in the weather from a storm to humidity and warmth past dark meant that Jess had taken off her camo pants and wore a pair of shorts and a tight tank top. For the first time, Daryl was able to see how much her body had changed and had to make a marked effort to drag his eyes away from her. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders.

Damn, girl. No wonder Abe spent the evening here.

Hearing his footsteps on the decking, she glanced up and closed her book. Daryl wasn’t the only one that had been mulling over the fairground incident at every given opportunity. What he didn’t know, was that she felt it too, only she had no idea what was going on in his head at the time. It was the closest she’d ever come to making a move on him but the physical contact with no barrier made things difficult and brought her insecurities to the surface. Guessing his stance on any of it was nigh on impossible. All she had to go on was that she was in love with her best friend, who, she couldn’t only assume, simply liked to watch her blush every now and then with a flirty comment.

“You two drinkin’ together now?”

Her back prickled at the sound of what could have been seen as yet more jealousy concerning the friendship that had blossomed between her and Abraham. Or, was it simply an observation? She wished he was easier to read.

“Why do you ask?” She tried.

He didn’t know the answer himself. Just that his blood boiled whenever Abraham touched her, or joked with her, or made her laugh so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. He hated the way she sometimes gravitated towards him and refused to ask him to stop making suggestive comments towards her. He hated that she was so comfortable with Abraham, yet with him, she was completely different.

“Curious I guess.” Was all he had to offer.

“Right. To answer your question, he drinks and I scold him for it” She informed him as she slid the book onto the table and patted the swings cushion at her side. Daryl took his cue and sat down beside her, enjoying the rhythmic and soothing rocking of the swing.

“So, you got friends here now?” He questioned. She was different to when she’d first revealed her identity. She was more open to conversation, to teaming up for runs and actually turned up to a party. She was changing and he was seeing more and more of the old Jess peeking through. Her guard was lowering and he wanted to know if it was going to stay down.

“I’m coming around to the idea.” She mentioned breezily “You make it a little difficult to stay so stubborn.”

She shifted and bent one leg, tucking her left foot under her right thigh and draping her arm over her bent knee. She was now facing him with one foot on the floor that was controlling the speed of which the swing swayed.

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, you. You’re my favorite.” She smiled.

He grunted and almost commented that actually, it seemed like Abraham was her favorite.

Jess got up and moved to the edge of the porch, gazing up to the stars and stretching her arms above her head. Through his hair, he allowed himself a peep of the appealing curves of her waist and hips. A conflict raged inside him.

Don’t be an asshole. You shouldn’t be lookin’ at her like this. But hot fuckin’ damn, she cleans up real good.

Jess was busy, wrapped up in her own thoughts for a long time while Daryl watched her every move and bit down on his lower lip.

“I could take you to my boat.” She hummed up to the sky before looking over her shoulder at him. When her eyes met his, he flinched out of his guilty but highly enjoyable daydream.

“Um…Ya boat?” He queried.

She turned and glided back to him, standing over him and gracing him with her shiny lips curved into a playful smile.

“I lived there for a while before I found the fairground. I still go there sometimes, when it’s not too cold. You’d like it. Far away from everyone…. Just you and me. You interested?” She wasn’t intending for it to sound like she was presenting him with an offer laced with sexual tension, it had merely transpired that way and she’d done nothing to rectify it. When his reaction wasn’t one of pure horror, she figured that maybe, just maybe, she could play him at his own game.

Daryl was enthralled and was gawping up at her with his mouth open. He slowly raised one eyebrow.

“Hell yeah, I’m interested.”

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Dear Friend | Part 2

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: The mutual pinings of best friends.

Words: ~2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, not much else, this chapter is pretty tame ;)

A/N: Here’s the second part! I finished a lot faster than I thought I would, so enjoy! I might not be as fast in the coming weeks since school starts soon :(

You wake up tangled in your sheets, feeling trapped and hot. You have a splitting headache, but thankfully don't feel too nauseous after last night’s drinking. You untangle yourself from your bed with a significant struggle, and fight to get your arms through an old The Who t-shirt of Roger’s that he had left in your room when he had borrowed your shower, claiming that ‘yours is cleaner and you hog all of the warm water.’

You step into the kitchen, yawning as you pull your tangled hair into a low, messy bun. The small hairs at the base of your neck tickle as you comb your fingers through it, and you glance over the countertop at the couch to see if Roger has gotten up yet.

            He is still lying on the couch, deep asleep, with one arm flung across his chest and the other dangling off the side of the cushions. His hair is a mess; long golden strands covering his face, and the shorter tufts sticking up from the top of his head. He reminds you of a sleeping puppy, and you suppress a laugh, not wanting to wake him.

You pull out a bottle of Advil that is beginning to get dangerously low due to the band’s constant partying and shake out the remaining pills. You pop two of them into your mouth and swallow them with a sip of last night’s tea, which is now cold and bitter. You scrunch your nose up at the taste and tiptoe to Roger’s side, setting the last two painkillers next to his still full mug. You take the mug back into the kitchen and stick it into the ancient microwave you had picked up from a garage sale. You wince as it lets out a loud beep when you press start, hoping you haven't woken Roger up. The last thing you need to start your morning is a grumpy, hungover Roger Taylor. The microwave makes a broken whirring noise, and you watch the mug spin slowly inside of the box, becoming lost in thought.

Your memory of last night’s events is blurred from the alcohol, but you can distinctly remember your conversation with Thomas, and you wonder if he is the kind of guy who calls after one day. You can also remember quite clearly Roger’s odd behavior, and you wonder why he was being so hostile towards Thomas. You blame it partly on the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but you conclude that it was also because he is still worried about you dating someone after your last relationship, and he didn't want to see you get hurt again. 

Things with Lucas hadn't ended well, and it had taken a lot of time for you to heal after you broke up. Roger was the shoulder you cried on, he was there for you when you were convinced that no one would ever love you, and he made sure you knew that everything would be ok, because he loved you, and best friends were better than boyfriends. You were immensely grateful, and you definitely wouldn't have gotten through it without him. 

You still have trust issues after what happened, and you are very reluctant to start another serious relationship, but Thomas was sweet, and one date couldn’t hurt. That’s what you want Roger to understand. He has always been like a protective older brother to you, even though your birthday is three months before his. Sometimes you wish he would see you in a different light, rather than just being his best friend. You could never admit it to him, but you had liked him since you were 12, and that schoolgirl crush had turned into a much stronger feeling as the years passed. You had dated Lucas in an attempt to get over your feelings for your best friend, but that had only ended in heartbreak, and you were back to square one. 

Loving someone is painful, especially when you love them in multiple ways. Roger is your best friend, so you love him like a family member, and you have for most of your life, ever since you met in the third grade. That platonic love is a constant in your life; it is a calm pool of cool water, always available and always refreshing. But you are also in love with him, which is the part that hurts, the part you don’t want to admit, because you know that nothing good will come of it. That love is like fire; it burns your heart and leaves scorch marks across your body wherever he touches you. You know that he will never feel the same way, and he will never be able to settle down and live the domestic life you dream of. 

He is too busy with Queen, which is becoming more and more popular every day, and he is too obsessed with the chase. He gets bored easily, and moves from one girl to the next, never staying long enough to build a meaningful relationship. With each new girl he brings home, you are left with another chunk of your heart ripped from your chest, and each time she leaves, you silently pray that she will be the last; that he will finally realize who he is meant to be with and you can call yourself his girl. 

But Roger doesn’t have that unmistakable fire in him. Roger doesn’t share your longing for the deeper, romantic side of a relationship. He loves having short flings with women who are much more beautiful than you, and has sex rather than makes love.

You know that you could never be more, and that’s why you gave Thomas your number. You have already let your feelings for Roger become too strong, and you have to douse them in order to protect your still healing heart. You don't believe in soulmates, but if you did, you knew that Roger was yours. He was supposed to be the one. Despite all of that, you can’t risk losing your friendship over a silly love confession. He means too much to you, and even if you can’t be with him in that sense, you need him as your best friend.

A small cough sounds behind you and you jump, spinning around to look at a sleepy Roger leaning against the counter. You put a hand over your heart and make a face at him, “don't sneak up on me like that! I could have had a heart attack and died. How would you have liked that?” you say, pulling his tea out of the microwave that had been beeping for about two minutes.

“Wouldn't have liked that at all. Who would make my tea with you gone?” he replies, his voice husky from sleep.

You scoff in return and hand him his steaming mug, heart still going a mile a minute. You are so glad that he can't read minds, because he had snuck up on you during some of your most intimate and personal thoughts. Fuck, you thought, turning away from the drummer. How am I supposed to act calm and collected all the fucking time when he looks like that? 

Roger had taken off his button up from last night and was now standing in the kitchen wearing only his jeans. You had seen him like this many times obviously, after most shows and almost every morning, but it never fails to fluster you. You can practically feel his smirk burning into your back as you busy yourself with making toast for the both of you, and you turn around to cock an eyebrow at him.

“What?” you ask with an innocent smile, knowing full well why he is acting so cocky.

“That’s my shirt, love.”

“Yes Rog, how observant of you,” you roll your eyes, turning back to the toaster.

“I don't remember giving it to you, in fact, it’s one of my favorites,” he replies, coming closer to you and leaning over your shoulder to look at your face.

“Well, you left it in my room, so I adopted it after you abandoned it so heartlessly. That wasn't a very nice thing to do to your ‘favorite shirt’,” you smirk over your shoulder, trying to ignore the butterflies that have created a tornado in your stomach at his closeness.

“Guess you've got a point there, love,” he smiles, grabbing a slice of toast from your plate and moving to the fridge to get butter.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, and you feel the aching in your head slowly subside into a faint throbbing as you finish the tea and toast. You get up and carry the dishes into the kitchen, ruffling Roger’s bedhead as you pass him. He whines and shoves your hand away, trying in vain to fix his messy maine of blond locks. You laugh at his efforts and go to your room to get changed for the day. 

The bookstore you work at always gives you the early shifts, which normally would have bothered you, but it leaves you time in the evening to see Roger and the boys perform, so you don't mind the early mornings as much. You and Roger have fallen into a nice routine, with you usually waking up first and making a small, easy breakfast and him driving you to the bookstore on his way to the recording studio. You usually spend your lunch break with him at the studio or with your friends at the tiny strip mall next to your work.

This morning was the same as any other, the sun’s warm rays heating your cold room and washing away the grayness of dawn. You slip into a sweater and bell bottoms, and check to see if you are still wearing your necklace. It was given to you by your best friend before she moved, and you had promised to never take it off. You had been wearing it for three years now, and it was more of a comforting token than an actual piece of jewelry. You undo your messy bun and brush out your hair, making a clean part down the middle and pinning the front of it back. After putting on a small amount of makeup, you grab your coat from your messy closet and ball up Roger’s old t-shirt.

You wordlessly toss Roger his shirt and grab his keys from the counter, indicating that you're ready to leave. He lets out a high-pitched yelp when the shirt lands over his face and he puts it on over his still bare chest.

“Rog, that shirt is so not clean,” you wrinkle your nose at him.

“I don't care, I’m too lazy to get dressed and I don't want you to be late for work,” he replies, grabbing the keys from your hands. You roll your eyes and continue out the door, stopping when you see him sniff the armpits of the band tee. 

“I warned you. It probably stinks, I slept in it.”

His face contorts into a mixture of surprise and smugness, “It doesn't stink, it just smells like you. Plus, you wore that really good perfume last night, so it smells like vanilla,” he says in his raspy voice.

Your eyes widen at his words, shocked that he recognized the smell of your perfume, let alone noticed that you were wearing it last night.

“What?” he asks, his cheeks a rosy pink color.

“Nothing! It’s just a bit weird that you know my perfume,” you poke him, laughing at the redness spreading across his face.

“W-well, we bought it together, remember? I told you that you smelled bad- as a joke of course- and you got offended, so you dragged me to that little beauty store to buy some!” he stammers, locking the door behind him.

“Oh I remember Rogie, you spent the entire time complaining. I was surprised that the store owner didn't kick us out!”

“Oh, piss off,” he grumbles, walking past you towards the car.

You laugh and follow him, getting into the passenger side of his car. The only times he lets you drive are when he’s drunk or when he is too tired.

He rolls his eyes at you when you poke him in the ribs to show that you were kidding, but makes no attempt to further the playful banter, which is unusual for him. You give him a quick glance to make sure he isn't still grumpy from last night, expecting him to have that spacey expression he often gets on mornings after nights of drinking, but are met with his own eyes already on you. 

You can usually read him like a book, given how long you have known each other, but the look in his eyes the split second before he returns them to the road is something you have never seen before. It sends chills through your body, and you can’t help but wish he had kept his gaze on you, relishing the feeling of being under those twinkling blue eyes.

You catch yourself staring at him and swivel your head around to look out your window instead, the relaxed expression on your face masking the unsteady palpitations of your heart.

I hope Thomas calls soon. I need to get Roger out of my head.

You spend the rest of the short drive staring blankly out your window, ignoring Roger’s frequent glances in your direction. He drops you off at the quaint bookstore where you have been working for the past year, and you get out of the car with a quick goodbye. Before you can turn away, you feel his strong hand on your arm, immediately sensing the heat of his fingertips on your skin despite your thick sweater.

“You ok, love? You’re quiet.”

“Fine, Rog. Just a bit hungover.”

He nods, but you can see in his eyes that he doesn’t believe you. You force a smile and thank him for the ride, promising to visit the studio during your lunch break.

As you enter the bookstore and hear the familiar chime of the welcoming bell, you fail to notice Roger’s lingering stare watching you as you take your place behind the register and wait for the wave of morning customers. He sits in the car silently for a few more seconds, staring after you with a mixture of confusion and longing, before turning the key and easing out of the small parking lot and in the direction of Queen’s recording studio.

Part Three! 

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[bugaboosandbees]

Rally to the Queen

Okay. I know that I shouldn’t be starting anything else new, and I definitely won’t start actually writing this until I finish with my Reine Ruse AU, but I ended up getting so attached to my Bee!Kagami design (and so salty about Onichan!Kagami) that I ended up with a whole slew of headcanons about a post-Riposte Bee!Kagami Kagaminette AU.

I call it Rally to the Queen.

Here’s what goes down.

This takes place immediately after Riposte.

Marinette still feels really bad about judging the point wrong. She talks to Adrien to ask how Kagami is doing. He says that he thinks that she’s okay now, but Kagami was totally exhibiting some behaviors that he recognized as the son of a largely absent parent with absurd standards. He doesn’t have the time he’d like to have to check in on Kagami, so he also tells Marinette that it sounded like Kagami was under a lot of pressure at home and was afraid of her mother judging her for losing the fight.

Marinette, of course, feels terrible and her patented Dupain-Cheng-family we-must-adopt-everyone genes kick in, so she decides to track down Kagami’s home address to apologize formally and to make sure that Kagami’s mom knows what really went down.

When she gets there, she’s flustered and awkward as usual but good-hearted and although Kagami’s mom initially is not thrilled about the weird intrusion, she doesn’t hate Marinette.

Since she’s there, she and Kagami end up chatting either that day or some other time. Marinette mentions that she’s looking forward to trying out for the fencing team again the following year to learn aside Adrien and Kagami.

Kagami realizes that she took the only spot on the team. She’s not the sort to feel bad about this and wouldn’t normally, but Marinette was being so kind and she’d actually tried to stand up to her mother for her, so she offers to give her fencing lessons. (Maybe she covers it up as extra practice for her as she’s not really much of a touchy-feely person.)

Anyway, Marinette starts going to Kagami’s house once a week for fencing practice. She always brings fresh baked goods. I don’t think Kagami has many friends, especially with how intense we’ve seen her family to be and being so new to Paris, so she might not really know how to deal with Marinette’s brand of friendship at first.

They become really good friends. I actually think they really would if they spent any sort of time together in canon without misunderstandings and Adrien and sometimes somewhat suspect writing in the way. They are both determined, powerful young women with hearts of steel and an unstoppable drive towards something that they’re very passionate about. They’re both straightforward and value honesty and dislike liars. They would be an UNSTOPPABLE team.

I don’t think Sapotis happens in this AU. There’s no salt against Alya here, but I think it would be reasonable for Marinette avoid giving a miraculous to her best friend no matter how much she’d like to share being superheroes with her. This is because Alya is shown in season one especially to be very adamant about revealing Ladybug’s identity. This was even the main goal of her akumatized form, Lady Wifi. Marinette loves Alya deeply, but I think that there would be reasonable doubt there about whether or not Alya would be able to keep her own secret or if she would use her position as a sometimes-superhero to discover more about Ladybug. We’ve seen in canon that Marinette obviously hates lying to her best friend, so I think it’s reasonable to think that she wouldn’t manufacture a situation where she had to do so even more.

Also, even though Anasai technically took place before Queen’s Battle, just go with me here and assume it didn’t and that Style Queen was the first akuma that Ladybug needed help with. We know that she picked the Bee miraculous in Style Queen and, as Marinette is good friends with Kagami already in this AU, she definitely sees how much this miraculous would play to her friend’s strengths. They also fence together all the time, so Marinette knows how Kagami fights and wouldn’t have to learn a new teammate’s style in the middle of an already complicated fight. Since Kagami isn’t Alya, she wouldn’t already be at the Effiel tower and wouldn’t be turned to glitter by Style Queen, so Marinette would be able to safely get the Bee miraculous to her.

Ladybug and Mitsubachi are a deadly combination. Style Queen never stood a chance. Everything goes pretty smoothly and Ladybug is able to get the Bee miraculous back from Kagami without incident. (That being said, Marinette is a flustered bi mess and totally fumbled once or twice in the fight because damn, Kagami makes a deadly and attractive superhero.)

And because I’m a sucker for redeeming Chloe I am physically incapable of leaving her out of this AU. Oops, lol. Without Queen Bee, the Queen’s Battle arc would definitely have some pretty substantial changes. Chloe’s mom would still be being pretty awful and Chloe wouldn’t have gotten her hands on the Bee miraculous. She’d still have to be upset enough to get akumatized over her mom (so Gabe wouldn’t give up being Hawkmoth (also, he’d have only just learned that the Guardian was in Paris so that might be another incentive)) but she wouldn’t become Queen Wasp because she was never Queen Bee in the first place.

Instead, she becomes a different sort of version of @imthepunchlord ‘s Princess Amour akumanette concept. She just really wants to be loved. Maybe instead of having a Chat Noir “knight” as the akumanette had, some ladybug merch of her’s would hold the akuma and turn into a version of Ladybug that would help and protect and validate Chloe as her knight. After LB beats this akuma, she has an honest talk with Chloe that night because she could see that Chloe was really struggling and, despite their very checkered past couldn’t help but wanting to help.

Ladybug gives Chloe some advice and Chloe does her level best to live up to it in her day to day life. It’s a long hard road and it doesn’t come easily, but every once in awhile Ladybug will drop by and knowing that her heroine is proud of her gives Chloe the push she needs to change for the better.

I should also mention that I’m switching the places of the fox and peacock miraculouses in this AU. If we’re still working with the headcanon that Mr. and Mrs. Agreste used the miraculouses that Gabe has, it makes sense that they’d have the butterfly because everything we’ve been lead to believe indicates that it was a good fit for Mrs. Agreste. That being said, what we know of the Peacock makes no effing sense for Gabe. He’s creative, crafty, and not above playing dirty. That man is a fox through and through, you can’t change my mind. Therefore, Fu has the peacock and the fox is the damaged miraculous sitting in the Agreste safe.

This is relevant, I promise.

So, Ladybug and Chat Noir have worked with Mitsubachi quite a few times. She fits pretty effortlessly into the team dynamic but is definitely with Ladybug in taking the job super seriously and not always being down with Chat’s attitude.

Kagami and Marinette are still hanging out. Kagami is falling for Marinette and Marinette is falling for Kagami, but Marinette had confided in Kagami earlier about her crush on Adrien, so Kagami thinks that Mari is still in love with Adrien and Marinette doesn’t think Kagami would be interested in her, so there’s an awful lot of mutual pining going on.

Hawkmoth is escalating and Fu approves of Kagami after testing her himself, so she gets the Bee miraculous on a permanent basis.

With the extra help, it’s a while before Ladybug’s lucky charm calls for another hero, but, when it does, she needs the peacock. Maybe she was going for Alya with this one, but, being the Ladyblogger, Alya has already gotten herself into the conflict and trapped by the akuma. As she’s looking around, Ladybug spots (lol, get it?) Chloe trying to get Sabrina and some other people to safety, consequently getting trapped or something. She goes to save Chloe, and when Chloe thanks her, she starts to wonder. Chloe has taken a good, hard look at herself and really improved in the past few months. She’s not perfect yet, but no one is. And, you know what? Getting the Ladybug miraculous went a long way towards making her a better Marinette. Mind made up, she offers the Peacock to Chloe and a new hero appears. (I’m thinking of naming Chloe’s peacock form Tirisi or Vindex -- Greek or Latin for (roughly) defender/protector/champion. See my rant on why the peacock miraculous’ powers make sense for my reasoning.)

Chloe gives the miraculous back when Ladybug asks and keeps working to improve herself so that her heroine might someday trust her again. (She loved being able to have the power and agency to connect with and help others -- she really loved feeling strong enough to save others and is starting to feel more confident that she can save herself.) She doesn’t spill her identity and becomes a reliable second-string hero when Ladybug’s lucky charm demands her presence.

Eventually turtle!Sabrina will also come into this AU because she really, really deserves her own character development. (And @mystery-vixen ‘ s design and art and @pyrepyro ‘s art for Turtle!Sabrina is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.) Maybe it’s some sort of Anasasi situation where Chloe’s in trouble and Sabrina is doing her level best to rescue her as a civilian, idk. (For turtle!Sabrina I was thinking Bouclier or Jadeite, unless you guys have ideas?)

Anyway, eventually, everyone has their miraculouses permanently. (This probably happens after Gabe and Natalie break out the fox.) Endgame is Kagaminette and Chlobrina, two sets of deadly wlw protecting Paris along with the bi disaster Chat Noir who is 100% willing to THROW THE FUCK DOWN with anyone who doesn’t respect the ladies of the superhero team. Chat Noir totally gets along with the whole squad, by the way. Between the four of them, the ladies are great friends and life coaches to our cat boi and help him work through what unhealthy attitudes he has in a respectful and caring way. They adopt him and are always hugging Chat or even just lightly resting a hand on his shoulder since they discovered he was touch-starved. (Especially Ladybug and Tirisi. All four would cut a bitch for that boy, but they’re the most touchy-feely.)

(Eventually snake!Luka joins the squad and he and Chat Noir get together and it’s just a giant group of badass queer superheroes kicking ass and protecting Paris.)

They eventually beat Hawkmoth and Adrien and Luka become the next Guardians (They’d do a great job, fight me). Marinette and Kagami are too busy for that anyway. They got married and Marinette started the world’s most successful fashion line while Kagami set some sort of ridiculous record for the number of gold medals a single person can win in fencing. Chloe and Sabrina get married and (because of Chloe) end up adopting a ridiculous amount of kids that they care for and love unconditionally.

Happily Ever After and The End. :)

Thanks for listening to my rant!

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