Amanda, Making Everyone A Draco Simp For Ages.

amanda, making everyone a draco simp for ages.

imagine draco just buying you the most extensive dresses and makeup and then dressing you up in his room and getting you all dolled up because he's feminine like that <3<3

Draco Malfoy likes it when you look your best.

He buys you fancy dresses, the ones that hang like silk around your frame, and the ones that leave your collarbones exposed.

The jewelry he gifts you with is pristine, dangling earrings and charmless bracelets, always silver and never in gold.

You’re not allowed to wear necklaces.

He likes the look of his fingers wrapped around the supple skin of your neck, he thinks it makes you look more fragile, more delicate, more beautiful than any set of diamonds ever could.

Often, he’ll find himself staring at you. The way you look with your hair all done up and your skin painted in the pretty cosmetics that he buys for you is enough to have him, a grown man, falling to his knees.

And the way he touches you is gentle, the feeling of his fingers as they graze along his favourite places - your cheekbones, your jawline, the edges of your pouting lips - never fails to bring a sudden blush to the alabaster skin of his cheeks because you’re just so pretty.

“My pretty girl,” he would whisper, breath tickling the shell of your ear as his hand would come up to hold your chin. “So pretty and all for me, hm?”

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LMAO IM WHEEZING ALREADY.

what’s your favourite kind of pizza?

LOVE a not at all awkward reader like yes you go girl. he may be awkward and shy bUT YOU GO MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE.

The living room’s- you already found it.

he's adorable, can i keep him? and the cat too pls.

“Oh, yeah, she’s ours now. We’re co-parenting her. You’re lucky I didn’t just steal her and leave you with nothing.”

i love this i love this i love this

Before he could think too much about it, he went to edit her contact.

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held Stacie’s Mom

Literally my fav fic of the week. LITERALLY.

look, i understand the moral dilemma, but if i was a murderous psychopath and the only thing between me and world domination was a baby, i’d just throw it out the window. RIP to voldemort, but i’m different.

EXACTLY BABIES ARE ANNOYING ANYWAY

Gwen, watching from the afterlife: I have come to the conclusion that Peter Parker must have some kind of “must protect, sweet lovable puppy” effect, cause I don’t get how his awkward self pulled me and (Y/n). I hope it’s not genetic cause if it is, that kid’s screwed.

LITERALLY THE FUCKING FAV ONE OF THE WEEK

A Guide To Dating Again by Peter Benjamin Parker

TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter jumps back into the dating scene. Or rather, gets pulled back in. Either or. He still thinks he did at least some of the work. (Spoiler alert: he didn’t)

Warnings: cursing, but we already knew that, awkward and panicky Peter cause we love that, Badass Women™, some brief mentions of sexy activities at the end but nothing explicit cause this isn’t that kind of fic

Word Count: 3.8k words

Estimated Reading Time: 18 minutes

A/N: The character development from shy, withdrawn, quiet (Y/n) who didn’t want to speak so as to not be a target, to loud and confident (Y/n) cause she finally found someone she feels comfortable with was awesome to write. Ft a Rose Diaz cameo for my own personal pleasure. I don’t know why I’m making a part two to this when I have a whole fucking series to finish but oh well, enjoy. Also, here’s a playlist I made for this cause I was bored.

Masterlist | Part 1

Hey! It’s Peter Parker, from the bar yesterday! I was wondering if you wanted to-

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Hi! It’s Peter, we met yesterday, remember? Do you maybe want to come and-

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Hey baby wanna hang-

No, no, no, oh my God, what is he doing?

Stacie meowed and jumped on the couch, head-bumping his knee and looking up at him with big green eyes.

He snapped a picture of her.

Cute Peter From The Bar: [296716_28716.jpg]

The reply came barely a second later

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: OH MY GOD PETER YOU HAVE A KITTEN

He smiled. Point for him.

Cute Peter From The Bar: Is she still considered a kitten if she’s six months old?

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: she will always be a kitten in my heart, no matter what her age is The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: but to answer your question, cats stop being kittens in a developmental way when they turn one

This is gonna be fine.

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: btw send me your address, i’m coming to meet her The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: what’s your favourite kind of pizza?

Wait, what?

How did this happen?

He was supposed to take baby steps with this, not immediately have her over!

People do things when they’re at each other’s apartments.

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: if you don’t answer me i’ll just get you whatever sounds grosser

Okay, no, answer the text first, freak out later.

Cute Peter From The Bar: Pepperoni pizza

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: you forgot the address, dumbass

Cute Peter From The Bar: 496 9th Ave

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: Kay, be there in 30

Shit.

He has thirty minutes to make his apartment look presentable.

How is it already a mess he cleaned it like three days ago???

Well, Aunt May used to say he was like a tornado of messiness.

“Meow.”

He looked down at Stacie.

“Yeah, I’m going, I’m going.”

Time to clean.

—

The buzzer went off.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Peter Parker! Gonna let me up? I have pizza.”

Her voice came through the speaker and he pressed the button next to the buzzer.

Alright, the elevator takes exactly 27 seconds to come up, and it takes 5 seconds to go from the elevator to the door, so she’ll be here in 25…24…23…

He straightened his sweater, dusted off his jeans, and made sure his hair looked presentable in the hallway mirror.

10…9…8…

He took a cursory look around. The pillows are neatly arranged on the couch, the blankets are folded and put away, the coffee table no longer has empty mugs on top of it.

Ding dong.

Okay, deep breath, he can do this.

He opened the door.

“Delivery for one Peter Parker, I’ll take payment in one adorable cat, please and thank you.”

As if she knew she’s being talked about, Stacie meowed and walked up behind him.

“Oh, my stars! She’s even cuter in person!”

She shoved the pizza boxes into his arms and picked Stacie up, holding her close to her chest.

“Who’s the sweetest little baby? You are, baby, you are!”

All the while holding her, she managed to take off her boots, neatly align them in the hallway, and shrug out of her coat.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun! Look at her! She’s purring! Oh, you’re coming home with me, for sure.”

He’s a little gobsmacked, to be honest.

“Come on, Parker, let’s eat. Do you have Netflix?”

That got him moving.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. The living room’s- you already found it. Uh, you can just get the remote, I have it on my TV, I’m just gonna get some glasses and drinks.”

She nodded, already sitting on the couch.

“Cool, just cold water for me, thanks. And get a tablecloth too, you idiot, you’ll get grease all over the nice coffee table. Have you ever seen Baking Impossible?”

He hurried to get a couple of glasses, his water jug from the fridge and searched through the cabinets for a tablecloth.

He’s pretty sure he has one somewhere.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

Bingo! Got it!

“Oh, you’re gonna love it! Basically, it’s an engineer and a baker who don’t know each other put together to create crazy cakes. There’s engineering and baking, but you need to watch it while eating something otherwise you’ll feel like your stomach’s gonna digest itself from how good all of it looks.”

Alright. This is cool. He can do this. Just eat a pizza, watch a show, focus on the engineering. It’ll be fine.

“Have you watched this before?”

She took the table cloth and set it over the table, taking her pizza box right after.

“Watched the first episode yesterday. It was cool and reminded me of you.”

Oh, well, he’s fucked.

They settled next to each other on the rug, backs against the couch, shoulders pressed together.

“Welcome, to the inventive and delicious world of Baking Impossible…”

—

“Why did you make me watch that, that was heart-breaking!”

He pouted at the screen and she tapped his cheek lovingly.

“I know! You just get so attached, so quickly, and then they’re just gone!”

He nodded, cheeks flushed from their proximity.

“And watching the lights go off once they get eliminated? Ugh, just shoot me, it’d hurt less.”

She pressed pause before the next episode started and pulled him to his feet.

“Come on, let’s just put all of this away so we can get settled on the couch and get dessert.”

Dessert?

His brain should really not have gone there.

They worked in complete sync, not needing to say anything to the other. Throwing out the pizza boxes, putting the glasses in the dishwasher, putting the tablecloth away. Easy peasy. They returned to the living room and she took her bag, pulling what looked like a bucket of candy from inside it.

“Oh, my God, what the hell?”

“I know, right? It’s amazing, it’s even separated by little shelves so the sour candies don’t mix with the gooey candies, and the hard candies, and the normal candies. It’s my new favourite thing in life, right after our kitten.”

Cue blue screen and utter confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

She sets down her bag and sits on the couch, the candy bucket open, separated, and neatly arranged between them.

“Oh, yeah, she’s ours now. We’re co-parenting her. You’re lucky I didn’t just steal her and leave you with nothing.”

Okay, this whole “making friends” thing might have been a mistake.

“But-”

She shushed him, index finger pressed firmly against his lips.

“Shh, don’t fight it, I’ll only end in tears for you. Now, next episode.”

—

Somehow, it had escalated a bit.

Sometime during episode three, they decided they were done with the candy and put it away. During episode four, Stacie decided to bless them with her presence and alternated between asking for pats from him and (Y/n). Right after (Y/n) pressed “keep watching” at the beginning of episode five, she settled closer to him, so Stacie didn’t have to move around as much.

Halfway through episode six, she straightened up to order some Chinese food, and they ate it quietly while watching the semi-final.

When they sat down to watch the season finale, she had her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder, while he placed one arm around her and another on the armrest.

Needless to say, he barely registered what was happening on screen, too busy being hyperaware of every point of contact between their bodies.

“I can’t believe they didn’t win!”

He quickly looked up at the screen, seeing that their favourite team, did, in fact, lose.

“I know! I mean, second place is cool too, but I wanted them to win.”

She straightened up and yawned, looking at the time on her phone.

“Well, Peter Parker, I need to get going, but this was really fun.”

He got up and walked her to the door, diligently holding her bag while she said her goodbyes to Stacie and got dressed again.

“We should do this again sometime, yeah?”

He nodded eagerly, not quite wanting her to go just yet.

“Text me whenever. Bye, Peter Parker.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth, making him flush, and turned around to leave right as Peter let out a meek “Bye”.

He does not understand what just happened. He does not understand anything that just happened. What the fuck.

His phone pinged with a new message.

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held: nice socks, by the way.

He looked down and groaned. It was his teal tacosaurus socks.

Cute Peter From The Bar: Thanks, my aunt gave them to me.

Before he could think too much about it, he went to edit her contact.

The Girl Whose Hand You Awkwardly Held Stacie’s Mom

—

The days leading up to the following Friday were filled with texts, corny jokes, and a constant half-smile on Peter’s face.

Stacie’s Mom: look, i understand the moral dilemma, but if i was a murderous psychopath and the only thing between me and world domination was a baby, i’d just throw it out the window. RIP to voldemort, but i’m different.

Yeah, they had pretty riveting conversations.

“What do you think, Pete?”

He looked up from his phone to see his three lunch buddies staring at him.

Oops.

“Uh… Five?” Joey snorted.

“Your answer to ‘which is better, bolognese or carbonara?’ is five?”

Wrong guess.

He blushed in embarrassment.

“You’ve been glued to your phone the whole week, what’s so interesting that you’ve taken to completely ignoring the world?”

Alright, so on a scale from one to ten, how pissed off would Joey be if he knew Peter was halfway in love with his unofficial little sister?

He thought back to the stories (Y/n) told him, something about a high school boyfriend, broken noses, and Joey being on the school wrestling team.

Alright, this has the potential to go very wrong.

“Um… I got a new… game?”

Ayana seemed to believe him. Matt looked discreetly suspicious.

“Spill.”

Mission failed, Joey was unconvinced.

“I’m just… texting someone.”

That seemed to get their attention.

Ayana looked put off, Matt was staring at him with an unnerving gaze, and Joey was throwing around question after question.

“Who is it? Do we know them? Are you dating? Is it a girl? A guy? Why are you texting? Have you asked them on a date yet? Have you-”

“He’s texting (Y/n).”

And alright, what the fuck?

He looked at Matt in shock, although still mildly impressed. His phone was face down, locked, on the table, and Matt didn’t move so he must have come to that conclusion just from observing.

A chorus of “what?”s came from the remaining two people, one in anger and the other in bewilderment. He’s glad to know Joey isn’t the angry one.

“Why would Peter be texting (Y/n)?”

Joey nodded, although probably not with the same subtext.

“How in the world did you know?”

Their jaws dropped, Matt leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“You rarely touched your phone last week when with us, you left the bar with (Y/n), you’ve been glued to your phone, Joey complained that (Y/n) was the same, you both look much happier. It’s not that big of a stretch.”

Oh, right. Matt has a degree in behavioural analysis. (Y/n) told him that two days ago. He should have remembered that.

Joey’s face hardened.

“Why are you talking to my sister?”

Alright, the key when dealing with hostile people is to be calm and confident. Give precise answers, don’t show weakness.

“Uh… We, um, we’re friends? It’s not what you’re thinking! I mean sure, she came over like four times, but it was mostly to see my cat! She likes Stacie a lot so we kind of reached a co-parenting agreement which means she has visitation rights and we did have dinner together almost every day this week but it’s mostly so she can rant about things. I haven’t, like, asked her out or anything! Not that I don’t want to, cause she’s great, and so nice, and absolutely gorgeous, and she makes my heart beat really fast, and I’m pretty sure I’m halfway in love with her but I haven’t done anything like that!”

He’s pretty sure everyone in a quarter-mile vicinity just collectively facepalmed.

Joey’s eyes widened. Matt held in his laughter. Ayana looked borderline desperate.

“Well, if you’re this nervous about asking her on a date, I feel pretty confident in saying you’re not gonna fuck this up. If you were overconfident, I’d worry, but you seem like a good guy, so she’s in good hands.”

Task failed successfully?

“Uh… Thanks… I guess.”

Joey nodded.

“Ask her out, man. But for God’s sake, don’t tell her you love her on the first date, that just screams failure.”

Okay, yeah, good job Joey, now he’s gonna freak out about it for the rest of his fucking life.

That may be a tad dramatic, but it’s the thought that counts.

—

Alright. This is fine. He can do this. Just send one tiny text and that’s it.

But what if she says no?

Well, best case scenario he suffers for a while but they go back to being friends, worst case scenario, she breaks his heart and stomps on it gleefully and he’ll never love or trust anyone ever again.

Stacie’s Landlord: Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere tomorrow, just the two of us, instead of hearing Dumb and Dumber try to unsuccessfully (and awkwardly to me, might I add) flirt their way into my pants.

That sounds fine, right?

[New Message From: Stacie’s Mom]

Well, that was fast.

Stacie’s Mom: like a date?

Stacie’s Landlord: Yes. If you want to.

Stacie’s Mom: i pick what we do, meet me at the subway entrance near your place at 7. see you tomorrow, peter parker.

That went well. Maybe. He’s still unclear on whether letting her choose things is a good thing or a bad thing. True, the first time led to them discovering an awesome show, but the last time she chose something it made him choke on his Coke and it went flying out of his nose, burning it in the process. So yeah, this could go either way.

Well, it’s six thirty-four, he’ll be picking her up in twenty-four hours and twenty-six minutes, so he should probably start choosing his outfit and practising how he’s gonna greet her in the mirror.

Stacie meowed at him from the floor.

—

Okay, there’s no need to panic. She’s only fifteen minutes late. It just seems longer cause he’s been here since half-past six. This is fine. Surely she has a great reason.

He straightened up the blue sweater he has under his coat. She didn’t… see him and decided to walk away, right? No, of course not. She wouldn’t do that. Besides, he texted aunt May and she said he looked fine.

Well, she had him switch the t-shirt and slacks for a knitted sweater and black jeans, called him a dumbass, and then hung up when he asked whether he should wear his sneakers or dress shoes. But she did text him saying “Boots, you ridiculous oaf. Have you learned nothing in all my years of teaching?” so there.

The point is, his clothes are probably not the problem.

Oh, my God, maybe it’s just him. Maybe she saw him, realised she didn’t actually like him like that, turned around, and left.

Or maybe it was all a ploy so she could sneak back into his apartment and steal Stacie! Not Stacie! He’s only had her for a month but he already got emotionally attached to her, and everyone knows how much separation anxiety he can get, she can’t steal his-

“Hey, Peter Parker!”

Oh, thank fuck.

“Hey-”

Oh.

Oh wow.

Okay.

Okay, okay, cool.

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, totally cool. Awesome. Great. Fantastic, even. Cool, cool, cool.

“You- uh- you’re- leather- um- shit- good- fuck- pants- uh-”

In his defence, he was not trained to deal with a badass woman in fucking leather pants, okay? That’s supposed to be for movies only! They aren’t supposed to exist in real life.

Leather pants, corset top, and fuck are those heeled boots holy shit he’s having a heart attack are not supposed to be real-life clothes!

“Are you having an aneurysm cause I’m wearing leather pants?”

He nodded.

“If it makes you feel any better, the only reason I’m dressed like this is cause we had a free day at school so I went motorcycling with my friend Rosa and I kinda got distracted so didn’t have time to change.”

“So not helping with the hotness-induced aneurysm.”

She shrugged with a smile.

“Aw, shucks. Well, let’s get going, Heart Eyes, we have things to do.”

This is gonna be a long, long night.

—

He turned to her.

“An Escape Room? Really? This isn’t really first-date material.”

She took his hand and followed the employee to the room they’d be playing in.

“Sorry to say this to you, Chuckles, but we’ve already done that, remember? We ate while watching a show, went over basic questions on the phone, spent almost every dinner together, we’re like a month into dating at this point…”

The employee closed the door behind them and she nodded at him.

“...You just didn’t realise it. Now, time ends in two hours, we have to find two keys, the all-time record is twenty-eight minutes seventeen seconds, if we break the record we get a refund, celebratory pins, and our picture on the Wall Of Legends, so get that beautiful brain to work cause I want those pins.”

Is it too early to say he loves her?

“You know, this is kinda counter-intuitive, cause my first instinct when I have a beautiful girl locked in a room with me is to make out with her and take advantage of the alone time.”

She pursed her lips.

“If we break that record, I’ll sit in your lap and we can make out during the first part of Limitless.”

His eyes widened.

“We’re seeing Limitless after this?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, they’re passing it again at the movie theatre and I keep seeing the beginning on TV but always fall asleep before the end, so. But the movie starts in an hour and a half, we need to be there twenty minutes before to get drinks and snacks, and it’s a fifteen-minute walk to the theatre, so you better get to work, genius.”

He’s definitely in love.

—

Let it be known that when offered the proper reward, Peter Parker can do pretty amazing things.

“Woo! Nineteen minutes forty-three seconds, baby, good luck beating that!”

They were walking down the street towards the movies, (Y/n)’s left hand holding his while the right held her Escape Room Legend pin.

She was practically skipping, giddy with excitement, and he was but a lovestruck fool watching her with stars in his eyes.

She looked around for a while, spotted something that made a determined gleam light up her eyes and started dragging him towards an alley.

He couldn’t even be bothered to think about being murdered in there, he’d gladly let her kill him if that smile’s the last thing he saw.

“So, you finished that much quicker than I thought, which means that we still have an hour before the movie starts, and forty minutes until we need to get there, so I can kiss you up against this wall for thirty more minutes before we need to get back to walking.”

And who was he to question that logic? She had the math all figured out.

(Actually, she didn’t. They were much further from the theatre than she thought and their walking speed was slowed cause of the number of people out at this time, but he’s not gonna say that when he could be getting his mouth acquainted with hers. He might be dumb, but he’s not a total idiot.)

She pressed him up against the alley wall, hands holding the sides of his neck, and body pressed against his. He held on to her hips while desperately fighting to keep up with her.

She kisses just like she does everything. Fast. Intensely. Hypnotisingly. Are those words? He’s having a bit of a hard time thinking, his brain seems to have turned to mush. How unfortunate for his scientific future.

Totally worth it.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

She pulled away and cocked her head, leaving him panting for breath.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

She rolled her eyes, fingers winding into the soft curls at the base of his neck and pulling, not enough to hurt, just enough for that thrill of pleasurepainplease to travel down his spine in a full-body shiver.

“We established that thirty minutes ago, keep up, baby. I hope you’re not as forgetful for our anniversaries, that would be a bummer. We’ll be celebrating at your apartment, by the way. Better soundproofing, less likely to get a noise complaint.”

He nodded and smiled at her.

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

(For the record, he didn’t forget anniversaries. He forgot Stacie’s vet appointments and got the time the moving truck would be arriving confused on two separate occasions. Also missed a few ballet recitals, but that was mostly due to crime in New York… and his lack of a proper calendar. One memorable time, he forgot to pick up their son from Aunt Rosa’s house leading to a talk about how you shouldn’t teach your five-year-old godson to throw knives, Rosa, (Y/n)’s gonna kill me! But he never forgot their anniversaries.)

((Mostly cause anniversaries meant celebratory extra-kinky sex, but the important part is he remembered.))

(((He had a pretty nice life here. Maybe he should make this into a guide for other nerds out there who wanted to rebuild their life into something good.)))

((((Yeah, no, everyone knows (Y/n) did all the work to get him where he is right now. Those nerds are on their own.))))

—

End credit scene

Gwen, watching from the afterlife: I have come to the conclusion that Peter Parker must have some kind of “must protect, sweet lovable puppy” effect, cause I don’t get how his awkward self pulled me and (Y/n). I hope it’s not genetic cause if it is, that kid’s screwed.

alright kiddos, hope you liked that.

so, the bad news is I might have covid, pretty sure I have a fever, and

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Somethings

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Reader

SUMMARY: A staring contest on the rooftop leads to the two of you deciding to kiss on your birthday to find out if something is there. (Based on The Way I Feel Inside by The Zombies)

WORDS: 1.9k

reblogs are appreciated !! :’D

A/N: a belated gift for my beloved birthday girl because i forgot to greet her because i have a shitty memory so here’s a fluffy just a bit of angst fic with bucky because i know you loathe angst but will eat up fluff every single time so hear you go i love u @maggiebuchanan also i rushed this for four hours i’m sorry here u go ilysm

Long after everyone has come and gone from your birthday party in your apartment, you’re left alone with one more guest who, for some reason — the reason being that he hadn’t gotten you any present and showed up late — felt guilty and obliged to help you clean up.

“Seriously, you can go, it’s okay,” you tell Bucky with a lighthearted laugh as you wipe the tables. “It’s no big deal.”

He doesn’t respond, being occupied with rearranging the chairs. “Where does this placemat go again?”

You drop the rug on the table, not saying a thing as you just watched him. You cross your arms in an effort to be noticed. “Wherever it goes.”

He nudges one chair into place before mimicking your stance.

He.

Stares.

You snort. “Alright, I can live with that.”

“Can you?” he challenges.

“Uh-huh, I say we take this to the rooftop.”

And the two of you climb the fire escape stairs, finally making it to the fine breeze of the busy night. There’s nobody else upstairs but there are the foldable chairs you and your friends had set up way earlier that you have yet to clean up after later on.

The two of you finally stand in front of each other, face to face, prepared to win.

He blinks for a long while and so do you until you finally count to three and the staring contest begins. You don’t let his stoic expression faze you as well as he doesn’t let yours distract him.

“You better wish yourself luck because I can do this all day.”

You laugh, walking closer to him. He doesn’t blink. “You know what you can’t do all day?”

“Oh, yeah?” he nods. “What?”

“Think about what to get me for my birthday,” you joke.

He then groans, visibly embarrassed and begins to apologize without doing so much as look away from you. “I said I’m sorry!”

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry,” you laugh, patting him at the back.

He doesn’t bother to inform you of the weeks he had prior to this moment that he had, in fact, been brainstorming of what to get you.

Which brings him to today, where he’s carrying . . . two things.

Just because.

There was the tiny box of daisy earrings resting in the pocket of the bag he’d brought along with him and a projection pendant necklace he’s keeping in the pocket of his jacket.

You turn away from him, leaning on the rough balcony of the rooftop. “It’s just . . . I know you haven’t been the biggest fan of me lately and I’m not sure if it’s something I said or did but—”

He starts to blink fast, comprehending what you’d just said. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding me for a while,” you mutter, referring to the times he’d leave the room when you enter and vice versa.

Silence.

He frowns as he thinks back on the past few weeks. “I haven’t been avoiding you. It’s just that. . .” It’s just that I refuse to ruin something so good by just looking at you in a new light.

“It’s just that what?”

He sighs. “Listen,” he starts. “I actually got you something. Or somethings. I don’t know, I just thought you might think it was over the top and everything.”

He stuffs his hands into his pocket, hesitating. “I, uh, got you these daisy earrings at the last minute which is why I’m late but they’re downstairs. I’ll go get it now—”

You pull his jacket, shaking your head so as to keep him there. “We can get it later. I just want to know why you’ve been so keen on not being in the same room with me even now.”

“See, the thing is,” he starts. Bucky then pulls out the pendant necklace from his pocket, which he then hangs in front of you, displaying it. “I got you this, too.”

“A necklace?” you say, taking it into your own hands to study it.

“It’s a projection pendant necklace. Ordered it some time ago.” Some time being literally two months prior, but he doesn’t say that.

You laugh in amusement. “What does it say inside?”

Just after you peek through the pendant, he snatches it away, stuffing it back into his pocket again. “Nothing cool, just—”

You began to wheeze, and it was more than just enough for him to go rigid. “A picture of a donut?”

“Well, yeah, because you set aside a donut for me and — I don’t even know. It- it sounded a lot better in my head.”

“No, no, it’s thoughtful. I love it. Thank you.” You turn around with your back to him, and he puts on the necklace on your neck. “A donut pendant would’ve done well.”

“Thought you might like the fancy one on the outside.”

“And I do, thank you.” You face him again with your arms crossed, as if the stance alone could help you decipher whatever he was trying hard to say and not to say. “Why were you trying to keep this a secret?”

“Because I assumed you might think that the necklace means something and that something being that I liked you which I do, but not that way. I don’t know.”

“Okay,” you acknowledge, looking out at the hustled background of the city.

He gulps. “It’s simply that I assumed people might think of it that way as well if I had given you that necklace and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

You look back at him. “What do you mean?”

“That they might think that I have feelings for you. I just wanted to prove them wrong.” And prove myself wrong as well.

You had to see it for yourself. “So do it.”

“What?”

“Prove it,” you say with an outward confidence. “Kiss me. See what’s there.”

He only stares at you with a contemplation you couldn’t decode no matter how hard you tried.

“If neither of us feels anything, we can pretend none of this ever happened and we can rest knowing that we’re just friends because this has been eating me up since, like, ever and I just—”

No mechanics are furthermore explained for you had found yourself somewhere else far away from the rooftop of your apartment building. It takes a while to register to yourself that his hands are on your neck, and was soon cupping your cheek with his palm as his lips press against yours.

It’s a gentle kiss, but somehow the very essence of the moment lingers even long after the very scene as you had never hoped it would. You pull away, looking back out at the city, and so does he.

You can’t look him in the eye.

He doesn’t say anything.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Say something, damn it!

You decide to get it over with, seeing that it was a now or never situation. “What did you . . . think?”

“Given the circumstance, I don’t think I’d have had the capacity to have even done so much as think.”

You laugh. “So is that a good thing?”

“Depends on how you see it.”

“But how I see it depends on how you see it.”

Bucky grins, and that smile of his just makes that memory of that kiss come back to you, ricocheting at every second, telling you that how you saw it was, in fact, a lot more than just another friend.

He leans on the balcony, looking at you instead of the vast landscape ahead. “It’s. . .”

“You know, if it was a bad kiss, you can just say so,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood but he only sighs.

Uh oh.

“You want to know how I see it?”

“Do I?” you consider.

“I hope you do.”

“Let me see for myself, then.”

“See, I have done so many things in my life,” he starts off, considering the next thing he was going to say over and over in his head as if it would make the outcome as he wishes it to be, “and the easiest would be falling for you and the hardest was trying not to. And I guess what I’m trying to say is that after almost a century, I’m finally getting the kind of thing most people thought they could find at first sight and I must say, it’s quite worth the unexpected wait.”

You don’t know what to say.

After all, how do you even respond to that? How does one even begin to say something that’ll match that?

He clasped his hands together in light of the pause you’ve taken. “I should go,” he tells you with an apologetic smile. “Happy Birthday.”

“No,” you say, just as he’s about to go down the fire escape. “No, stay.”

“Okay.”

“I think this would be a better response for a second opinion,” you say as you take a deep breath before taking three quick strides to pull him into another kiss, only this time, you were trying to get your point across.

You linger there, but only enough for Bucky to let the thought sink in and for yourself to grasp a better perspective of how you felt.

You had felt sure for a long time now, but this only solidified it as you had hoped it would, and so you pulled away, your hands never leaving his face and his never leaving your waist.

“Hi,” you breathe. “You still think the same?”

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “Yeah, I do.”

“I should hope so because I almost tripped on the way here.”

“Mhm, I saw that.”

“Does it make you like me any less?”

He rolls his eyes, mockingly frowning at you. “If anything, it makes me like you even more.”

“Good, good,” you say, relieved. “Because you know what they say: two kisses are better than one.”

He furrows his brow in mock thought. “Nobody has ever once said that.”

“Well, I have because I said so.”

“Fair enough,” he nods. He then leans on the balcony again. “Hey, I know it’s two in the morning but I was wondering if you wanted to stay up here for a little while longer?”

“No, I don’t think so, sorry,” you pouted, patting his shoulder.

His smile falters. “Oh, alright, that’s fine.”

“You idiot, I’m just kidding. Just go grab some cake from downstairs. Of course I wanna stay out here more.”

“Oh,” he says, and he finds himself grinning, also a lot more relieved. “I thought—”

You wave him off. “Yeah, yeah, shut up, go get us some cake.”

He gestures at himself. “I have to do it?”

“You want me to take back everything I did?” you tease.

“On my way,” he jokes back, jogging over to get down on the fire escape.

“Oh, and, Bucky?” you call out just as he’s about to leave. “I think you’re worth the unexpected wait, too.”

You watch as he disappears from view with the most comforting smile you’ve ever seen from him in a long time, and you sink down into a chair and think about it the whole time.

And soon the two of you found yourself seated on two of the foldable chairs, talking about everything and nothing all at once, and it just might be the simplest yet most memorable birthday you’ve ever had so far.

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GONE AWAY FOR A WHILE | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: It was just another heist. Except everything went wrong in a worst possible way.

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Y/N (gender neutral), Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Matthias Helvar (mentioned), Nina Zenik (mentioned)

Prompt: C4. "Let go." "I can't." prompts sent by @rika90

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

A/N: Haaahhh drabble turned into a oneshot once again. I'm so sorry for the huge delay! You sent this on 15th of May 😅 And thank you for your compliments, and I hope you like it!

Word count: 2.4k

Just another heist. That's what it should have been. The target had been easy, a wealthy merchant had bought a house, but he was new in town and didn't know about the proper safety mechanisms - making it an easy target for thieves.

The heist had been successful until someone saw you sneaking out, alerting the Stadwatch. The rest of the Crows had succeeded in the original escape plan, but you and Kaz had to use plan C - climb to rooftops and escape that way.

But there was one thing that Kaz hadn't thought - rain had made the roof slippery. And seeing you trip and fall made Kaz think fast, lunging forward and grabbing a hold of your hand. Your terrified expression turned into a relieved one soon, but then another thing crossed as a problem - Stadwatch had seen you climbing and there wasn't a quick way to get you up without Kaz likely falling too.

You heard the shouts of Stadwatch and knew they were near. You also knew that they could potentially shoot Kaz on sight. You glanced down quickly, seeking for any sign of a safe landing spot, but there was none. Your grip on Kaz's hand was already slipping, you were running out of time in any case. Not to mention how Kaz was on the verge of a panic attack, feeling the fingertips of your hand grip his bare wrist. If his strength wouldn't give up, his nearing panic attack would do it for him - or then Stadwatch, which was already getting on the roof, you could hear their shouts and see their torches against the night sky. They would reach you soon.

So you made a decision, smiling softly and reassuringly at Kaz. "Let go."

Kaz looked at you like you were crazy. "No. I can't. I can't... I can't lose you too."

It pained you to see Kaz in so vulnerable state, so fragile. You saw the boy who he really was, under Dirtyhands. Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart fighting with itself. You loved him and didn't want him to suffer any more than he had, but you also loved him too much to let him get caught. It was either both of you or one of you, and you couldn't let him die because he had to hold onto your hand, making himself an easy target for Stadwatch.

"It's okay," you choked out. "It's going to be all right."

"No, Y/N, don't. Please. I... I'll think of something-"

"I love you." you told him before you kicked the wall, forcing Kaz to let go and let yourself fall, to let death take you in his arms, hoping it would be over quickly.

"Y/N!" he screamed after you, but you didn't hear him anymore. Kaz stared after you for a moment in shock, seeing a faint silhouette of your body hitting the ground, before his brains took control, he got up and escaped the scene. His mind laughed and mocked him when he finally got away from the Stadwatch and he was walking towards the Slat, desperately burying his feelings under everything. He had to harden himself again, he couldn't break.

"Kaz! We thought that Stadwatch caught you," Inej's voice pierced his thoughts and he glared at her. Inej looked around, frowning. "Where's Y/N?"

Kaz didn't answer, and Jesper appeared, spinning his revolver. "Right. Where do you think they took them? Hellgate? When will we rescue them?"

Kaz still didn't answer, just staring at the floor. Inej caught up sooner than Jesper did, her eyes starting to glisten.

"No. Kaz."

Kaz finally got himself together, and lifted his gaze from the floor with a deep inhale. His voice wavered slightly, and for Dirtyhands that was equal to sobs. "Their body is near the gun shop. At the corner of ninth road from the harbor. Retrieve them. I will bury them later."

Jesper's eyes widened, finally catching up. His voice wavered a lot more than Kaz's had when he finally got words out, "Kaz, are you sure they-"

But Kaz turned away from them, hurrying upstairs. He felt a panic attack approaching, the kind he wouldn't be able to keep under control. He had to be alone for that, he couldn't break in front of his Crows.

The moment he made it to the office and hastily locked the door, he pulled a dresser down which was resting against the wall with a yell. A pot of flowers you had picked just a few days earlier shattered on the floor, sending glimmering shards everywhere. Kaz collapsed on all fours on the floor, breathing heavily as the memory of you falling to your death started to play in his head - over and over again. He crawled to sit against the wall, holding his ears to silence your voice.

"Let go."

It echoed in his head over and over again. Your last smile.

"I love you."

After a moment of sitting there, Kaz forced himself to stand up, to grab his cane and make his way to the desk. The first thing he saw was the blueprints and plans for the heist that killed you, and the moment he saw them, he wiped everything on the table to the floor. A coffee mug shattered when it hit the floor and Dirtyhands laughed in his head.

This is exactly why you promised to never care about anyone again. It will only slow you down and slap you on your fingers. Wasn't Jordie enough?

Kaz stared at the now empty desk, and then his gaze wandered to your shared bedroom. Your bed, sloppily made as you had slept in, the book you had been reading for the past few days resting on your nightstand with a glass of water.

He heard your voice echoing in his head again, excitedly telling him about the book from last night and how magnificent the plot was, Kaz listening to your rambling. He would do anything to hear it again. But now Kaz felt like he wanted to burn it all. Burn every memory of you, so it wouldn't hurt so much.

Jordie had taught him not to care about anyone because love is needless in the Barrel and brings nothing but harm. But still, he had to be slapped again to be reminded about it.

Kaz turned away from the bedroom, deciding that he’d deal with it later. Instead, he made his way back to the desk, sat down and took another, fresh parchment of paper from the drawer to start planning his next heist into. Work, he told himself. Work hard and you’ll forget about them. Bury your feelings.

He could do it. He had done it with Jordie. He could do it with you too.

You didn’t love Jordie the same way you loved Y/N, a voice whispered into his ear. It’ll be much harder to forget about them. You don’t even have anyone who you can blame about them dying, with Jordie you had Pekka.

It was true. You had slipped on a wet and slightly icy roof while in a hurry, he had only rain and frost to blame. And Stadwatch, but they hadn’t killed you.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts, and he sighed. Your body was probably downstairs. Kaz forced himself to stand up again, slowly making his way to the door. Inej stood there, looking more breathless than Kaz had ever seen her. A bloody handprint was on her left shoulder and she was holding a scarf. Your scarf. That Kaz had given you. Kaz clenched his jaw, mentally preparing himself as he tried to exit the room, but Inej stepped in front of him again, causing Kaz to glare at her. Inej should know by now that he didn’t need nor want pity.

“Kaz-”

“Get out of my way, Wraith,” Kaz snapped at her, pushing her aside with his cane before he started descending the stairs.

“Y/N’s not dead,” Inej called after him, and Kaz immediately froze. A memory of you falling flashed by again.

“That’s impossible,” he growled after a moment. “I saw them fall. I saw them hitting the ground. They can’t be fine after that.”

Inej took in a sigh. “They are alive, but not in a good shape. Y/N’s heart stopped when we got them back here, but Nina was able to revive them.”

Kaz was silent for a moment. He should have checked. He had been too sure. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his wildly pounding heart. “Are they awake?”

Inej was silent for a few seconds. “No.”

“When will they wake up?”

Inej was silent again, this time she didn’t answer. Kaz opened his eyes and turned to face her, leaning on his cane and taking in a deep sigh.

“Inej.”

“Kaz-”

“I asked you a question.”

Inej stared at him, her eyes starting glistening again. Then she swallowed and muttered, “Nina isn’t sure if they will. The hit was pretty hard.”

Waters rose again.

“Where are they?” Kaz’s voice had turned visibly strained. He had to see you. Now.

“In their room. Nina’s there with them, making sure they breathe,” Inej replied, and Kaz started to make his way to your room immediately. He barged in, making Nina flinch as she turned around to look at her boss. Kaz made his way beside your bed, staring at you, tucked under many blankets, your breathing so slow that it was barely noticeable. He swallowed, almost seeing your skin rotting and bloated, just like Jordie’s.

“I’m… I did everything I could,” Nina sniffled. “The rest is up to Y/N. Saints-”

“Out.” Kaz growled, and Nina jumped up, hurrying out of the room, knowing she had to give you two space. Kaz knew she’d stay near in case she was needed, but right now Kaz wanted to be alone with you. He leaned on his cane, just staring at your body for a while, before he took a chair and sat on it. He looked at your hands, folded on your stomach, then at your face. You looked like you were only sleeping, and that if Kaz jabbed you gently with his cane, you’d stir awake, like you always did. Give him your beautiful smile and get up from the bed, ready for the new day. But this time, you weren’t just sleeping. You wouldn’t wake up from that jab.

He sat back on the chair, deciding to stay by your side, until the very end if necessary.

And he did. For the next month, he sat by your bed, too stubborn to go to sleep in his own bed, too stubborn to even work. He wanted to be there, to be the one who heard your last take of breath. Nina came by once in two hours at daytime, knowing the trick how to get you drink and eat without you actually being awake, and she also treated your sanitary issues.

But everyone knew it - they couldn’t keep that on forever. But when Nina first proposed letting you go, Kaz immediately blew up. He couldn’t let you go. He was so sure that you’d wake up one day… or had been sure. He didn’t know anymore.

That night, Dirtyhands shed his first tear in years, watching your form. Everyone knew it - you wouldn’t wake up. The hit in your head had been too much, and so Kaz’s greatest love would be ripped away from him. Another reason why Dirtyhands would rise up, how he’d become even more ruthless. Just yesterday, I was able to hold their hand for more than just five seconds for the first time, he thought. He had been practicing with you, and had made so much process. And now, it all had gone to waste. He could only hold your hand while you would be passing and hope that some part of you would feel it.

So he fell to sleep on the chair, holding your hand in his.

---

“Kaz?” a voice pierced Kaz’s dreamless sleep, and he grunted. “Kaz.”

It was your voice. It was really quiet and raspy, but it was your voice. His gaze shot up, seeing you lying on the bed, eyes half open, a tired smile on your face. Kaz blinked a few times, trying to decipher if it was real or just a dream, before he cupped your face with his gloved hand without even thinking it further. You flinched slightly at the contact, not expecting Kaz touching you. To Kaz, you flinching made it real. You frowned at Kaz’s expression, which must have been very strange for Dirtyhands. Your skin burned his own through his glove, but he couldn't let go. Last time he let go, you almost died. You had beaten all the odds, but likely wouldn't be able to do it again.

“Kaz… what happened?” you mumbled after a moment, raising your hand to touch your head and Kaz retreated his hand, grasping your hand instead. He shook his head at your question, indicating he’d tell you later. Right now, he wanted to just sit there and hold your hand, relish the fact that you had survived. Maybe it was because of Nina, maybe it was because of Inej praying to the Saints. Or maybe it was Kaz, him sitting by your bed every single day and ignoring everything else, just begging you to wake up. You were the only one who brought light into his dark life, and without you, he would be plummeted down without hope of getting up.

You had seen him when he was the most vulnerable, and even though he wanted to be mad at you for almost killing yourself, he couldn’t be. He didn’t even know he could be this happy, that he could love someone so much that this moment could feel like his smile could never be wiped off again. You frowned even more, Kaz must have been grinning like an idiot.

“Are you alright?” you asked, and Kaz brought your hand to his lips, just holding it close, not actually kissing it but you felt his warm breath against your knuckles before he lowered it down again.

“I am now.”

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A/N: Haaahhh if you wanted full angst, pretend that the last part wasn't there. I tried to leave it there at first and I do think it would be better that way but after a few days from writing this, I started to feel really uneasy about it and decided that I can't leave it like that without triggering anything in me so I wrote that ending to calm myself... I know it's cringy and and ruined the oneshot by being there but I absolutely hate writing full angst with Kaz now and will always seek for ways how to make it less angsty, sorry.

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You can hit me up for literally anything and I will worship the ground you walk on, he thinks, but all he can manage is a kind of nod.

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The Statistical Probability of Falling in Love

Master List to The Statistical Probability Series

Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Fluff 

TW: Mentions of bullying, cursing, kind of a depressing mental space at the beginning, mentions of an erection, and again, like…desiring somebody beyond the realms of friendship. 

Also, good lord, he’s so awkward, so this is kind of overdramatic, but all in good fun. It’s also kind of super long because I have no filter. And I loved this request by @radtwinkie .

This request has taken me literal ages to complete and I am so sorry for that! It’s really just because I genuinely loved this request and thought it was so precious and lovely; I really didn’t want to mess it up…all that to say I’ve rewritten it at least twice, so I hope it’s close to what was imagined when requested. Thank you @radtwinkie for your patience and I hope you all enjoy! xx

~ “Most of us have nicknames - annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power to call you.” - Vera Nazarian ~

Spencer is not a huge fan of nicknames. Part of it, of course, was the intense bullying he’d received as a child and teenager. Which was, frankly, rather hard to get past, even as an adult. He loved his BAU family, and for the majority of his time working with them, he felt loved and seen and accepted. But every so often Derek would make a comment that hit too close to home, Hotch would shut down one of his tangents with a slightly more annoyed tap than usual, Rossi would roll his eyes a little harder than usual, Penelope would seem genuinely overwhelmed, or Emily or JJ would be just a little too relieved to get to walk away as he began to ramble. It felt vastly unfair; Spencer wasn’t one to believe in karma, but there was something in him that felt like…maybe he deserved this acute loneliness. The brain he had been given, the intelligence he had…only for it to be received with…not hatred, exactly, but a sort of begrudged acceptance felt like a penance for the brain he was lucky to have, but never asked for.  

No one is perfect, but in those moments when he allows his anxieties and insecurities to get the better of him, Spencer can’t help but feel that his perceived imperfections are maybe too much? 

JJ is overly competitive, but Will loves that about her. Hotch is borderline humorless, especially when it comes to the job, but both Beth and Haley were able to see beyond that. Rossi is sarcastic, too wry sometimes for his own good, yet he is loved and respected. Derek can be testy to the point of meanness, and yet he always seems to be showered with affection by Penelope and many, many women. Penelope is quirky, sure, but always adored and never doubted. Emily could be borderline cruel and yet still manages to maintain a level of intimacy with the team that Spencer just does not seem to have. So, though nobody is perfect, Spencer is worried that he is so imperfect that his brain has muddled himself a hole he will never be able to leave. It feels like an absolutely hopeless situation…that is, until he meets you. 

It was after a particularly gnarly case in Los Angeles that Strauss decided to hire a new communications liaison. The publicity surrounding the case was fierce prior to the BAU’s arrival, but their involvement only brought more attention. The case was incredibly complicated and the investigation dragged on longer than anyone wanted it to. The press was practically vicious by the time the thing had been solved and, upon arriving back at Quantico, the whole team was shuffled into several meetings with Strauss regarding how best to handle press moving forward. Strauss didn’t want to add anyone to the team, nor did anyone else, really, but after an exploratory meeting with you, she was impressed and you were hired. 

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now I kinda wanna watch this show <3

Hey there! If it's ok, can I request a song prompt for Pin Hawthorne + "I won't say I'm in love" from Hercules soundtrack, please?

No chance no way I won't say it, no no / (Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love) / This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love / (We'll do it until you admit you're in love)

Fandom: Free Rein

A/N: I hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of a past relationship which has ended in "unfortunate situation", and which has made the reader be kind of reluctant to commit to a new relationship because they're afraid it will hurt too, interpret that as you will but I thought to inform about it anyway.

Word count: 306

After your last relationship and it ending in an unfortunate situation, you had decided that you don't want to fall in love again. It would only end up hurting. But when you started riding at Bright Fields stables after moving to the island with your parents, you quickly had befriended with one of the stable boys, and even developed feelings for him. But you were stubborn, love had hurt you enough already, so you kept those feelings hidden deep inside. You didn't want to get hurt again. You thought that you could handle being alone, but every day, talking to him and just seeing him made you fall deeper and deeper in love.

But even through it all, you were confident you had been good at keeping your feelings hidden. But of course the girls at the stables had picked up on something, and now they were teasing you mercilessly about how cute you two are together. You're weren't sure if you should have been flattered or embarrassed by it.

"I'm not in love with him," you groaned, rolling your eyes at the girls. "I mean, seriously. Pin and I, we are just friends."

Zoe grinned. "We won't stop until you admit it, you're head over heels for him."

You sighed. "He's my friend. That's all."

"Sure, sure. But he is really good-looking. I mean, Marcus is my type more, but he does look good," Becky declared.

"I don't know about that," you replied, but you did have to admit he was handsome. You paused for a moment as Pin's eyes crossed through your mind, but you pushed the thought of him away immediately. It wasn't like you were in love with him or anything... right?

But deep down, you knew it, as did everyone at the stables, you two were totally pining for each other.

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