porque te vas?

a/n: self indulgent kinda so yay! hashtag baddies with general anxiety disorder rise word count: 1.5k, modern au trigger warnings: panic attacks , reader avoids seeking help and turns defensive, internal monologue with self-deprecating undertones

The passage of time was rather cumbersome to Jason. He’d never felt like he was in control when it came to managing it, there was always something to do that he’d forgotten to add, or his schedule was extraordinarily hectic, to the point where he felt as though he was drowning under mountains of chores and paperwork. But that never meant he didn’t have time for you.

So, when you called him at three in the morning, of course, Jason was wide awake, revising coursework. Even so, the call took him by surprise, given that he knew of your tendency to go to sleep at normal hours (unlike some), and you wouldn’t be awake at such an ungodly hour. He was aware that, from this point of view, something must have happened, be it the best news of your life or… not.

Leo Valdez x reader fluff

⋆⭒˚.⋆Summary: Leo gets jealous, makes it awkward, and accidentally sets your heart on fire in the sweetest way possible.

⋆⭒˚.⋆Mentions: friends to lovers, jealous!leo, silly

You’d known Leo Valdez since the day you stumbled out of the forest, clothes singed from your first monster fight.

He’d been the first to patch you up, literally, he stuck a Hello Kitty bandage on your cheek and called you “Badass Barbie.”

Ever since then, you two had been nearly inseparable: tinkering in the forge, late-night snack raids in the dining pavilion, and so many pranks that Mr. D had threatened to turn you both into dolphins if you didn’t stop.

So, when a new camper arrived, you didn’t think anything of it. At first.

His name was Ryan. Son of Hermes, all easy smile, that annoyingly perfect hair that fell into his eyes just so.

He followed you around like a loyal puppy, offered to carry your bag, sat next to you at campfire, asked about your quests.

And you? You were nice. Maybe a bit flustered. It was flattering, okay?

But Leo… was acting weird.

“Hey, Valdez,” you asked one afternoon, catching him in Bunker 9, welding goggles pushed up on his sweaty forehead. “You good?”

“Peachy,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He slammed the hood of some half-finished automaton closed.

“How’s Prince Charming? He offer to polish your sword for you yet?”

You blinked. “Seriously? You’re mad about Ryan?”

“Pfft. Mad? Nah. Why would I be mad?” Leo grabbed a wrench that definitely didn’t need adjusting.

“I mean, it’s not like my best friend’s ditching me for a walking shampoo commercial.”

“Leo!” you swatted his arm. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“And you’re being- ” he gestured wildly, “oblivious!”

Silence fell. The only sound was Festus’s metal tail clinking in the corner.

You crossed your arms. “Okay, what’s your deal?”

Leo groaned, tossing the wrench onto the workbench. “My deal is, gods- my deal is that maybe I don’t want you giggling at some Hermes kid’s dumb jokes! You’re supposed to giggle at my dumb jokes!”

You gaped at him. “Wait, are you jealous?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then pointed at you accusingly. “No. Maybe. Yes. Look, sue me, okay? Maybe I’ve kinda…sorta…had a massive crush on you since forever and didn’t know how to say it cause I’m Leo ‘Haha Valdez’ who jokes about everything so no one knows I’m actually-”

You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his.

He froze. Completely. Then, with a muffled yelp of surprise, he kissed you back, so fast and so desperately that he almost knocked over the half-built machine.

When you finally pulled away, his face was bright red, and you swore you could see his curls starting to smoke.

“So,” you said, breathless. “You could’ve just told me, genius.”

“Yeah,” Leo grinned, still a little dazed. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Later that night, Ryan tried to sit next to you at the campfire again, but Leo slid into the seat first, arm draped casually around your shoulders, smirk aimed directly at the new kid.

“Finders keepers, Hermes,” he said, popping a roasted marshmallow into your mouth.

“Better luck next time.”

You just laughed, because Leo Valdez might be jealous, ridiculous, and infuriating, but he was yours.

And that was worth every spark.

🤏🤏

ot8 (individually) x fem!reader || headcanons || est. relationships

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Kim Hongjoong

Angel, Babe, Lovey

"Babe could you pass me my headphones?" Hongjoong's voice drifted into your bedroom. You looked up from your book to the doorway, seeing him poke his head in with that dorky smile.

You nodded, reaching to the other side of the mattress to where he threw his headphones that morning. You stretched as you handed them to him, making a show at how far away he was.

He laughed, coming in further to the room and grabbing them.

"Thank you Angel," before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm. He yelped, letting himself be pulled until he landed over you. Your laughter filled the air around you both as he huffed and pushed himself up.

"Oh Joongie if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," you teased, cupping his cheeks as he looked down at you. He sighed, lowering himself just enough to brush his nose with yours.

"Lovey, you don't know what you've started," he said in a low voice, your eyes widening as his hands grabbed your sides. Your laughter rang out louder this time as he tickled your sides.

You begged him to stop but he just shook his head.

"You started this, grabby hands."

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader

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Multi Fandom: Romantic Gestures That They Do

- im identifying as 🐇 now and you can not stop me Nina..

—❝loves in quiet ways❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; hmm.. i wonder who this anon is.. IM GIGGLING. ALSO GUYS PLEZ. IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IM TAKING TO DO THESE REQUESTS. I SWEAR IM WRITING THEM ALL PLZZZZ. DONT CANCEL ME. i hope you all enjoy this, angels <3

THE SUN WAS SOFT THAT AFTERNOON, DRAPING THE JEDI TEMPLE GARDENS IN A GOLDEN KIND OF QUIET. The stone paths were warm beneath your boots, the hum of distant speeders barely cutting through the sound of birdsongs and rustling leaves. 

There was a breeze, light and playful, threading through the tall grasses and swaying the heads of the flowers that lined the edges of the courtyard. It smelled like Naboo, somehow—like sun-warmed petals and something fresh and green.

It always started the same way.

You’d be walking through the Temple grounds—usually after a training session with your Master, sometimes on your way to the Archives, once even after a really boring mission debrief—and out of nowhere, Anakin would slow down beside you as you two were walking together. His eyes would wander a bit, like he wasn’t really listening anymore. You used to think he was zoning out. Turns out, he was just looking for flowers.

The first time it happened, you right were here in the Temple gardens. You were mid-sentence about something pretty boring—which was the ridiculous size of the new training droids—when you noticed Anakin had stopped listening entirely. You were about to call him out when he suddenly turned to you, completely unbothered, holding the softest-looking flower between his fingers. It was a small flower—soft blue petals, barely bigger than his thumb.

“Hold still,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

You blinked a few times in confusion, but didn’t move an inch—just tilted your head questioningly as he stepped in close, your eyes looking up at him. 

He reached up with one hand and carefully tucked the flower behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin so lightly it made your breath catch.

You stood there staring up at him, heart tripping over itself, while he just smiled at you like you’d hung every single star in the sky.

“Perfect,” he said, quietly. Not looking at the flower, but instead looking at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up, a rosy blush covering your face, but it was still impossible to look away from him. His gaze was so open, so full, that it made your stomach twist in the best kind of way. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You murmured as your lips quirked up at the corners, trying to sound casual.

His own lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Can you blame me?”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like tucking flowers behind your ear was as natural to him as breathing. And maybe it was.

“I like seeing you with something soft,” he added after a beat, voice quieter now. “Like… Like the world should treat you just as gently.”

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in that moment, and it was hard to hide the way your eyes twinkled with adoration for him.

And all he did was smile at you. That small, boyish one. The one that only ever reached his eyes when he was looking at you.

Since then, it’s just become a thing of his now.

Sometimes he does it in passing, like it’s muscle memory now. You’ll be walking towards the mess hall, or sitting on a bench in the courtyard, or leaning over a datapad—and suddenly, there’s Anakin, plucking a tiny bloom from somewhere and tucking it behind your ear like it belongs there.

Like you belong to him, in this small, soft, secret kind of way.

No one else notices. Or if they do, they pretend not to—like Obi-Wan, for instance.

Maybe because it's Anakin, and he knows better than to ask about whatever storm or sun is brewing behind those eyes.

But when he's with you? It's never stormy. Just warm. 

Soft. Reverent. 

A little shy, even.

The way he looks at you every time he does it… stars. It’s like you’ve undone him without even trying. Like he’s seeing the whole galaxy and somehow you’re still the brightest thing in it.

There’s no smirk on his face, ever. No cocky comment. Just that stupidly soft smile you adore and those eyes—so full of something that looks so dangerously close to love.

Once, you caught him doing it when you were barely paying attention. A little wildflower tucked behind your ear, and he stared at you for a second longer than usual.

“What?” You asked, trying not to grin.

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too full of feeling for it to mean nothing. “You’re just… beautiful.”

And you couldn’t even pretend to tease him for it, because your heart was doing backflips, and you knew his was too. Because for all his bravado and charm, Anakin loves in quiet ways—in flowers and looks and touches that said everything he couldn’t out loud.

And even now, with the war growing louder, and the galaxy heavier, he still finds time. Still finds flowers. Still finds you.

Because loving you is the only thing that’s ever felt easy. 

And he’d rather die than let go of that. 

Rather die than let go of you.

@thesassypadawan @anakinstwinklebunny @sydkneez @dessxoxsworld @nikiloveshayden @anisangeldust @sweetcheesecakesblog @throughparisallthroughrome @ysrjune @fredswrite @divineani

Hi! Thanks so much for the request!!

I did see your additional request about possibly adding Wyldfyre into the fic as well, but I’ve only seen up until season 7 of Ninjago so I wouldn’t know any plot or how to write her or anything 🥀 I hope this is still to par though!

Paring: Kai Smith x Reader

Word Count: 3,233

Set During: Wu's Tea, after season 6 and Day of The Departed

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You had been hired practically on the spot, by a guy dressed in blue who seemed very eager that someone was offering to work there. You had needed a part-time job to help pay for school, and the new tea shop seemed like a good option.

Despite the recent “Ninja craze” that had swept Ninjago City, the tea shop wasn’t exactly well-known. Most days were slow, especially in the evenings. Though, you had expected as much.

What you hadn’t expected was how much fun work could be. You’d worked in retail and in food before, but working with the ninja was all around a great time. On slow days, they often goofed around in the back or experimented with Wu’s “untested” teas. You had gotten to know the ninja well; they were all pretty friendly and very easy to hang around. Sure they dragged you into trouble with Wu sometimes, but he never had the heart to scold you.

You often got paired to work with Jay, Lloyd or Kai — The three who got into the most trouble. Wu thought it would be good for you to "keep an eye on them".

You usually just let them do whatever they wanted, really, as long as nothing was being broken or customers were being disturbed.

That evening was slower, as most weeknights were. You had showed up about an hour and a half ago, helped Jay stock the back a little and had since been sitting behind the register scrolling through your phone.

Today's shift you were with Jay and Kai — Though Kai had been in and out of the shop, checking his hair in the bathroom and constantly texting. He got restless sometimes, you were aware, but this seemed a little different.

Jay had been busy playing Clash Royale at max volume in the back for the past hour. Typical. You wouldn't get on his back about it. It was slow, anyway.

You were scrolling through your Instagram feed, your thoughts elsewhere as you leaned your elbow against the counter. Your head was a bit foggy, as you had had school earlier that day.

You all but jumped as Kai's voice met your ears.

"What'cha looking at?" He asked, leaning over your phone to get a better look at the cat reels playing on screen.

Your head shot up at his question. You hadn't even noticed him walk up.

"Just- uh- instagram." You answered quickly.

He smiled a little at you and cocked his eyebrow. "Jumpy much?" He teased, giving you a light poke in the side.

You eased a little at his jab, and you exhaled a weak laugh. "Just tired."

He nodded and leaned against the counter behind him, trying to look nonchalant. "You had class today?" He asked.

You nodded back and heaved a sigh. "Yeah. I forgot we had homework due this morning so I was up late doing it."

Kai picked at his lips with his teeth. "That sucks. I hope you get a good grade though." He flashed you a good-natured smile.

"Yeah, I hope I do." You answered.

A short silence fell between the two of you. Kai was absentmindedly picking at his nails, his hair falling into his eyes a bit. You wondered what it looked like without all the product and blowdrying.

Your eyes trailed over his outfit for a moment, admiring his casual wear. He had on his classic red, zip-up hoodie, one shoulder slipping slightly. He wore a plain white shirt and black jeans underneath. For his shoes, he always wore whatever was hot in Ninjago City. They tended to be the most expensive part of his outfit.

He glanced up from his nails and caught your eye. He gave you that signature smirk and ran a hand through his hair. "Like what you see?" He asked, clearly trying to tease you.

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks but you quickly pushed it down. "Please," You said in an easy tone, "You're not that special." But he really was, in fact, "that special".

He scoffed and clapped a hand over his heart. "Ouch!" He said, looking at you through the corner of his eye. It made your stomach do flips.

"Hey, somebody has to make sure you don't get a big head." You teased.

He shook his head, his smile turning genuine. "You don't hafta be rude about it." He said.

You were about to retaliate, when his phone suddenly buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket. He typed out a quick message before slipping it back into his pocket.

He let out a long, almost dramatic sigh and stretched his arms above his head, most likely for show.

"Man, this place is so boring on weekdays." He said, lifting himself so he could sit on the counter.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Jay called from the back over the obnoxious sound of his game.

Kai scoffed. He fidgeted with the zipper on his hoodie for a moment, seemingly thinking about something. It was rare to see him lost in thought for more than five seconds.

You glanced down at your phone again for a moment before Kai spoke up.

"So, any big plans tonight?" He asked.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Just more homework." You answered. "Maybe some ramen if I'm feeling adventurous." You added.

"Sounds riveting." He chuckled. The sound made your heart flutter.

Kai's phone buzzed again in his pocket, making a sound against the counter. He grumbled and pulled it out, once again typing a quick text before looking back up at you.

"Hey, are you alright if I head out for a bit? I want to meet up with a friend." He asked, though he wasn't really asking. He knew you would say yes, anyway.

You took a moment to register his question before nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah, that's fine." You said.

He smiled once more. "Awesome." He said, zipping up his hoodie a bit. It was beginning to get chillier in the evenings that time of year.

"...Who are you gonna meet up with?" You asked, though you had a good idea who he was going to see.

"Ah- Just Skylor. You know her, right?"

Yup. You thought so.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah, she came in a couple weeks ago." You nodded, though your face fell a little.

Kai nodded. "Right." He said. He stretched again, this time not really for show.

"...She's nice." You offered, examining his face and trying gauge how he felt about her.

His eyebrows raised and he nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, she's great." He said quickly. "Anyway, I just wanted to... catch up with her, y'know? See how she's doing." He said, looking a bit distant. You got the odd feeling that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Right, yeah, that's fine." You reassured him.

You could never tell how Kai really felt about Skylor. You had picked up bits and pieces about their relationship from the other ninja. It seemed they had dated a while back, or least had thought about dating each other, but it hadn't really gone anywhere. You were always worried he still liked her. She was super cool and nice and pretty. Why wouldn't he want to get back together with her? The thought made your stomach hurt.

"Cool." Kai said, pulling you from your thoughts. "You sure you'll be okay with him?" He prodded jokingly, his voice lowering as he looked in Jay's direction.

You laughed softly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You go have fun."

"Okay. I'll be back before closing." Kai said, hopping off of the counter. He fixed his hair a little and zipped up his jacket the rest of the way. "See ya." He said as he made his way out the door, once again flashing you that signature smile.

"Bye!" You called after him.

Kai left the shop, letting in a gust of cold air behind him. Once the door was closed, the shop fell into silence, save for Jay's stupidly loud game.

"Did Kai leave?" Jay called from the back.

"Yeah." You said, your voice flat.

“Where'd he go?"

"He went to see Skylor."

Jay came out of the back, still clutching his phone in his hands as he tapped at the screen. "Again? He just saw her like, two days ago." He said, now leaning on the counter where Kai had just been.

"Did he?" You asked.

"Yeah." He said, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Aw, dammit." He mumbled to himself, his brow set.

You looked at your shoes and thought for a moment. "Do you know if he still likes her?" You asked quietly.

"Uh.. yeah." Jay answered absently, clearly not listening.

"Really?"

Jay only hummed in response, pursing his lips. He was quiet for a moment, grumbling as he frantically tapped at his phone. He got increasingly stressed for a short minute before he threw his hands in the air. "Aw, come on!" He huffed and shoved his phone in his back pocket, crossing his arms. He had lost his game. "What were you saying?"

"I was just... y'know, wondering if you know if Kai still likes Skylor." You said, looking a bit defeated.

Jay eyed you a moment, his brow creasing. "I dunno." He answered. "I mean, yeah he used to like her, but... he doesn't really make goo goo eyes at her anymore, I guess."

"Oh, okay." You said, your face falling a bit more. Jay's words did little to comfort you.

Jay looked you over, the gears in his head turning. He was a bit dense, but it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

"I don't really think she likes him, anyway." Jay continued.

This helped a little. "Why not?"

"I think he scares her or something." He said with a little laugh.

"Sounds like someone I know." You quipped. You never lost your humor, even when feeling a bit down.

"Hey, c'mon, Nya likes me just fine!" He said with a little smile. "...Most of the time."

You scoffed good-naturedly. "Sure."

"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. "Anyway, if it makes you feel any better, Kai gets weird whenever he's around you more than Skylor."

You looked up at Jay, trying to tell if he was joking or not. "What d'you mean?"

"You know, like he gets all goofy and flirty and stuff." He said.

You thought he was just like that, honestly. He had a pretty overly-confident personality, after all.

"He flirts with customers sometimes, though." You said, giving a voice to the nagging doubt inside your head.

Jay shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but that's like 'please buy this tea so I can get on with my life' type flirting."

"I don't follow."

Jay sighed and leaned a bit closer, his voice lowering. "Look, between you and me, he acts all funny around you. He's not that nervous around anybody else." He gave you a little smile and pushed off the counter. "But what do I know?" With that, he stepped away, disappearing into the back.

His words left your brain reelings. Was he really serious, or was he just messing with you? You wouldn't put it past him to pull a prank on you, but then again he did seem oddly sincere.

The rest of the night was slow, as always. You sat by the counter mindlessly tapping your foot on the hardwood floors as you waited for customers to pull you out of your thoughts.

A couple people came in as the night dragged on, and every time the doorbell rang your gaze jerked to the door, secretly hoping it would be Kai.

But Kai didn't show and soon it was closing time, and you secretly thanked the First Spinjitzu Master that you closed at eight on weekdays. You were tired.

You and Jay were just beginning to clean up, him restocking some stuff in the back and wiping down while you swept. The doorbell suddenly caught you by surprise and your head snapped up.

It was Kai, standing there with wind-whipped hair and cheeks flushed from the cold night air.

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late." He said, adjusting his jacket and fixing his hair. He gave you a little smile.

You smiled back at him. "That's alright. How did it go?"

He closed the door behind him and checked his phone for the time, before locking the door. It was 7:58. "It was good. Yeah, I had a good time." He said, a bit distracted.

You nodded and continued sweeping around the dining room. "How's Skylor?"

Kai looked up from his phone quickly. "Skylor? Oh, yeah, she's doing good." He said, and realized that you were sweeping. "Hey, I can take over that if you want." He offered.

You looked to him and gave a little smile. "It's okay, I got it."

"No, that's alright. You go sit down." He said, beginning to take the broom from you. "You've done enough work having to deal with Jay all night." He said in a quieter tone, giving you a wink.

You smiled at the wink but hesitated a moment, before letting him take over. You figured it would ease his conscience from ditching work earlier.

Kai made his way around the dining area, subconsciously moving closer to the counter where you sat, balancing the register.

"Did it pick up at all tonight?" Kai asked as he got a bit closer to the counter, sweeping a bit lazily.

You shrugged one shoulder. "Not much. It stayed pretty slow." You said as you counted up the quarters.

Kai nodded and bit his lip a little, making useless arcs with the broom. "I figured."

A beat.

"Did you go anywhere fun?" You asked.

Kai looked up and smiled, shaking his head with a little chuckle. "No, I just went to Chen's Noodle House. That's where Skylor works." He said. "I just stop by sometimes to chat, y'know."

You hummed and nodded, closing the register and tapping away at the screen. "Do you two talk a lot?" You asked, trying to be casual.

Kai gave a jerky nod as he swept. "Yeah. Yeah, we do. She gives good advice about stuff."

"Like what?"

Kai paused for a second, looking an awful lot like a deer caught in headlights. "Just- uh- life and stuff." He said.

"Life and stuff." You repeated with a smile. "...Does she have a boyfriend?" You asked, surprising yourself with the question.

Kai looked up at you, his expression unreadable, before a thought formed in his head and he smirked. "What, you into her?" He teased.

You let out a laugh, a bright smile on your lips. "No, no I was just wondering." You said.

Kai smiled. "I don't think she does." He answered.

"Oh. She's really pretty." You said, trying to prod him a bit.

"Yeah." Was all he offered for an answer. He wanted to just outright say 'you're really pretty', but he surprisingly had the self-control to hold it in. "Lots of people are pretty." He added, a bit quieter.

You cocked an eyebrow. "What, she's not your type?" You asked.

"No- I mean- I dunno." Kai stumbled over his words, "We used to like each other, but we're just friends now."

"Just friends." You repeated.

"Yeah, it just didn't really work out." He said with a shrug. He really didn't seem too down about it at all.

"...Why not?" You said, then added, "If you don't mind me asking."

He looked up from the dustpan, met your eyes and shrugged again. "We're just... not a great match, I guess. And we broke up on good terms and stuff. We just figured we'd be better as friends."

You nodded. It made sense, but you still felt that doubt nagging at the back of your brain.

"Why the sudden interest?" Kai asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Worried I might get infatuated with her beauty?" He teased.

You scoffed, though he was rather on point. "Just... Wondering about who she is to you, is all."

Kai softened a little. "She's just my friend. Seriously." He said with a little smile.

He finished sweeping up, and put the dustpan and broom back in its place. Jay, who had finished doing the dishes in the back, walked to the other side of the register and clocked out. "I'm outta here." He announced

"Bye Jay!" Kai called from the back door, where he was taking out the trash.

"See you later!" Jay called back. He looked to you, gave you a little, knowing smirk, and waltzed out the door.

You rolled your eyes at him and began clocking out yourself, beginning to pack up your stuff. Kai came back inside from taking out the trash and washed his hands. "It's freezing out there." He said.

"Is it?" You answered, a bit tired of small talk.

"Yeah." He said, and stepped up to where you stood by the register. "Good thing I'm smokin' hot, though. Keeps me nice and toasty." He joked, running a hand through his hair.

You laughed, your shoulders shaking. Kai had a boyish grin on his face at the sound.

"Are you heading home, too?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. I might stop for some food on the way. I'm hungry." You said, and clocked out on the register.

Kai nodded quietly, when he suddenly got an idea. "Hey, you said you wanted some ramen earlier, right?"

You looked up at him. "Yeah, I guess. I might just get fast food though." You said with a shrug.

"...Would you wanna grab something with me?" He offered, his expression turning a bit more sincere. “I’ll pay.”

You smiled at him a moment, feeling that same heat from before rising to your cheeks. Suddenly, the words Jay had planted earlier sprouted in the back of your mind. Maybe Kai did really like you, in some capacity at least.

“Sure. It’s not like anything’s waiting on me at home.” You said, trying to sound casual.

Kai beamed. He felt like fireworks had just gone off in his chest. The real reason he had gone to see Skylor that evening wasn’t necessarily to hang out with her, but to ask her advice on how to impress you. He’d had a crush on you since forever, but he was hopeless at showing how he really felt.

“Except homework.” He quipped, still smiling like an idiot.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You said, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “That’s a problem for future me.”

Kai chuckled slightly. “Poor future you.” He said with a smile. “Anyway, let’s get out of here.” He said, and reached over you to clock out. His hoodie sleeve brushed against your arm and you could smell his cologne. It smelled a little woody and a bit smokey, with a hint of something sweeter.

“Yeah. I’m starving.” You agreed.

His lips quirked upwards a bit. “C’mon,” He said, and took your hand to lead you out. “I have something I wanna talk to you about on the way.”

And with that, he flipped the lights and slid the doors shut behind the two of you.

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Just leaving a little star right here ⭐

you can claim it after ep8…

I was machine, and you were flesh.

The creation of Adam Caine

tony stark x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: the avengers are on a long mission, lasting many nights. sure, tony has the money, but why didn't he pick the room arrangements himself?

WARNINGS: cursing, she/her pronouns used, teasing, exhausted reader, flirting.

NOTES: i definitely started this a week ago and forgot about it but i lightly proofread it, if theres any mistakes, sorry!

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your shoulders ached from the weight of the bag on your shoulders as you drug yourself down the hotel hallway. your whole body ached from the difficult mission you're on with the team. you couldn't wait to get to your room and get some well deserved rest.

two sets of footsteps followed closely behind you.

"cmonnn, y/n. you needa cheer up, girl." sam joked, slinging an arm over your shoulder, causing the both of you to stumble a step.

"she's clearly just tired, sam." bucky grumbled behind the both of you.

"exactly what he said." you responded back quickly, not giving any time for sam to answer.

sam laughed quietly, despite his usual.

you reached your room, reading the numbers.

"alright, well... we'll see you in the morning. if you need anything, we're right here across the hall. goodnight sleepyhead." sam waved goodbye as he unlocked his door with his keycard.

"wait- do you know if i'm sharing a room with anyone? it seems like everyone got a room buddy." you quickly questioned before he walked in.

"uhh-- that was all nats doing. so i aint too sure." he shrugs, but the playfully knowing look on his face made you roll your eyes. bucky nudged sam with his elbow with a look that said "stop".

"right." you murmured, unlocking your door. "goodnight guys. sleep well all cuddled up." you closed your door before you could get any scolding for the comment. it made you laugh hearing them give up and go to their room.

as soon as you walked in you drop your bag to the floor with a sigh. you discard your jacket on the dresser. you stop abruptly, a sudden smell overwhelming your senses. tony's cologne. just as you began to rub the bridge of your nose as you realize nat set you up, you see his belongings discarded near the bed. the bathroom door opens, and he emerges, the steam rolling out with him.

he stops, his eyebrow raising.

"what are you doing in my room, trouble?" he questions, continuing to try his hair as he walked over to the side of the bed.

"your room, tony? knew you were entitled but jeez." you laughed, halfway a scoff. it was playful of course, you didn't have any energy to argue. "this is my room, too. we got played."

"i don't get played, honey." he sits on the edge of the bed, turned towards you.

"right. says the 'genius' that let nat set up the room arrangements." you laughed, digging through your bag to get a change of clothes. "speaking of-- why is there only one bed? was that her bright idea, too?"

"hey, i payed for it. i thought nat would be a reliable chooser. and well... i'm not complaining." he smirks, shrugging his shoulders. of course, you thought. of course he was in on it. he just needed a scape goat.

you noticed the specific band shirt he wore that he only put on when he needed its comfort. your eyes snap back up to his, not mentioning it.

"take your ass to sleep, tony. you ain't thinking straight." you replied with a roll of your eyes as you disappeared into the bathroom, but the smile on your face told otherwise.

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when you finally finished washing up, you emerged from the bathroom feeling a little more like yourself.

"she lives!" tony borderline yells, putting his arms up in the air dramatically. "and here i was thinking i was the one who took long showers."

he props himself back up against the headboard, drawing his attention from the television to you.

you just raised an eyebrow without a word, putting your dirty clothes next to your bag on the floor.

"no banter? are you really that tired?" he questions. "actually -- don't answer that. it's written all over you."

you turn on your heels towards the bed, already noticing him hogging the blankets. as you took your spot, you responded, "stop observing me tony."

"can't help it when you're sulking around like a puppy." he laughs, which against your will made you crack a smile.

"there she is!" he turns towards you, grasping your shoulder in one of his hands and shaking you gently. you swat him away, laying down on your back.

"wish i got a room with bruce for some peace and quiet." you murmured, putting your arm over your face.

"is that what you really want?" he questions, his voice suddenly quieter. truthfully, he just wanted you to be comfortable despite his teasing.

you peak at him from under your arm with a small smile.

"awh. tony stark considering someones feelings." you grinned, shaking your head as you sat up to turn the light off on your nightstand.

"correction-- not just someone. you." he responds matter-of-factly as he turned his own light off. the tv was the only thing left lighting up the small hotel room.

"that's cute." you laughed at his words, but couldn't help but try and push down that feeling you got in the pit of your stomach.

you lay back down with a sigh that you couldn't decide was from relief or exhaustion. without a word, tony throws part of the blanket over you.

"jeez, hun. you need to relax. you're stiff like you're getting ready to fight." he sighs, laying down himself, his eyes on the same ceiling yours were on.

"you never know." you shrugged, the tv audio starting to fade into background noise.

his head turns towards you, his eyes tracing over your face.

"you're safe. i wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you." he answers, his voice barely above a whisper.

you turned your head towards him at his words, feeling your eyes widen slightly. there was only a few times you had seen tony this way. and it was always when you two were alone, but lately he hasn't even cared about who's around.

your eyes flicker over his, like you were watching to find any signs of a joke.

"what is this, tony?" you questioned. not angry, just confused. your dynamic, especially as of late has felt everything but platonic.

"what is what?" he answers.

"you know exactly what i'm asking. i mean-- this. booking a room with me? dinner we shared that you claimed was with the team but was only just us? calling me down to work with you for hours? feeling your eyes on me during meetings when you're supposed to be paying attention? the 'anonymous' flowers i get every week that are definitely from you? i could go on." your voice quickened with passion with each sentence, needing to know the answer.

"wait- you know about the flowers?" he questions with a surprised look on his face.

you sighed, annoyed.

"that's what you picked up from all of that? flowers? yes, tony. who else is going to send a large bouquet to me of my favorite flowers that only you have asked about?"

"alright, alright. you got me." he sighs.

you pinch the bridge of your nose. "this isn't a game, tony. what is going on?"

excruciating silence fills the room, you could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage from nerves and anticipation.

tony's eyes were everywhere but yours, trying to find the perfect words to say.

"to put it lightly-- well not very light at all, actually..." he murmurs, genuinely stumped from nerves. "i've fallen for you."

you leaned up instantly, facing him. you face was more than surprised, even though you had seen his flirting before you thought it was just tony being tony. y’know, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. you should have known that version of tony was long gone, he had changed.

“is it that surprising?” he questions, sitting up on his elbow.

“well, yes.” you answered quickly, your voice dramatic from the surprise he would even ask, then it softens. “no- i guess i just thought you were just being flirty…?”

he sits up fully, sitting right across from you. he takes one of your hands and holds it between both of his.

“yes, i was being flirty.” he starts, his voice slow to make sure you heard him. “not because it was fun, though. because you fill my heart in a way i never thought it would be filled again.”

woah.

“woah.” you murmured, though it was meant to stay in your mind.

he laughs, like truly laughs at your reaction.

“i thought you didn’t do well with words?” you questioned, an eyebrow quirked playfully.

“i guess you just bring out something in me.” his head tilts just slightly enough to be noticeable.

“i guess so.” you smiled, finally feeling relieved and content now that he had explained himself.

you lean back down against the bed, your eyes still on him.

“so, will the strongest avenger let me take her out on a proper date?” he asks, looming over you with a wide smile on his face.

“strongest avenger?” you smiled brightly at his words. “let me catch that again.” you laughed, pulling out your phone to record it.

“what? that i said you were the strongest avenger, huh?” he laughs with you, wrestling to take the phone from your hand.

“hey! there’s my proof right th-“ he covers your mouth with his hand and aims the camera towards the both of you with a smile.

“y/n is the strongest, most beautiful, intelligent, resilient, most powerful, persu-“ the recording cuts off from you snatching the phone.

“i am so sending that to the group chat.” you murmured against his hand with a smile. “now get your hand off of my mouth.”

“whats the magic word?” he questions, then yanks his hand away from your mouth. “did you just lick me?”

you shrugged with a smile.

“do stupid things get stupid reactions.”

“oh this is a stupid reaction.” he laughs, digging his fingers into your sides gently.

every three months he'll post and in the author's note there's some shit like "sorry this took a while, i got shot seven times :/" or "i know it's been a minute, i literally got hit by a bus and then stabbed in the leg, but i'm all good!" or sometimes ned would log in and post with a note "hey i'm a friend posting on the author's behalf, they're healing from severe hypothermia but promised an update, so here it is!"

and the fic just gets increasingly more popular for the author notes alone. a good handful of the comments are something along the lines of "i'm not even in the star wars fandom, i'm just here to see if the author is good" or "every update i cheer for another day the author gets to live at this point"

and any reader who is a native new yorker kind of pieces together that holy shit the author might be spider-man because the timeline adds up, and they just fully embrace it. spider-man will stop a robbery and the guy behind the counter will ask when the next chapter will be up. spider-man returns a stolen backpack to a girl and she'll tell him that he "really got poe's voice down so well, it's really impressive."

ned thinks it is hilarious. mj finds out about the fic from twitter, to peter's absolute horror, and changes peter's contact name to "friendly neighborhood ao3 author". but the worst thing to happen is after an avengers battle where peter took a pretty big hit and ends up in med-bay. and during a press conference, when someone asks how spider-man is healing, tony just drops "spidey won't be down for too long. the star wars fic will be updated within the week, probably."