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Hate That I Love You (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 3/3

This is the last part of the series! This was a request by anonymous so thank them and I hope you like it!

Hate That I Love You Part One

Hate That I Love You Part Two

Weeks had passed since your mission gone wrong, and still the tension between both you and Steve was weighing heavily on the two of you. Everyone had been feeling the tension between the two of you for months now, but this-this was much different. You continuously caught Steve staring at you, those dark blue eyes of his riddled with a sort of despair. You’d always turn away, fearful that he might see your internal struggle.

You had never stopped loving Steve, despite your hatred for the man and his actions, you had never stopped loving him. And the fact that he still loved you as well? It was ripping you apart. Where did you go from here? What would everyone say? Were you better off without each other? After all, things would never be the same. 

“Your wound’s healing nicely,” Bruce spoke quietly, gently lowering your shirt as he straightened. Your gaze remained unfocused though, Y/E/C eyes fixated on the wall opposite you. You remained atop the lab table a few moments longer before Bruce’s quiet sigh as he sank back down into the chair had you snapping out of your trance.

“So are you going to talk to Steve or what?”

“Pardon?” You spoke slowly, distractedly. You’d been like this for weeks now. The tension in the tower was becoming too much to handle, and everyone that surrounded you had been tiptoeing around both you and Steve. No one wanted to be the one to address the situation and no one wanted to be the one to ignore it either.

Bruce sighed, slowly removing his glasses from his nose before gently rubbing them against his lab coat in an effort to clean them. His salt and pepper hair was rather messy today and the bags under his eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Have you been sleeping enough lately?” You asked softly, gently nudging his knee with your foot. Bruce just chuckled though, slowly shaking his head as he set his glasses atop his nose once more.

“Don’t try to change the subject Y/N, we’re talking about you and Steve right now.” He squinted up at you as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

You sighed quietly, casting your gaze down to your lap. “There’s nothing to talk about Bruce.”

He was silent for a few moments before he straightened himself in his chair, frowning at you while he crossed his arms. “I don’t understand. You two were the best team we have, not to mention a wonderful couple. You talked about getting married.”

You winced at his words, your eyes pricking with tears. You kept your gaze on your lap, thankful that he couldn’t see your watering eyes.

“I understand why you were angry with him,” Bruce spoke slowly, tentatively so as not to further upset you with this touchy topic. “But he did it because he loves you…And he apologized multiple times for it. But you…you kept pushing him away. Was there another reason for your hatred?”

You struggled to avoid Bruce’s question, allowing your eyes to drift across his dimly lit lab. It was a small room, his own personal space. The walls were a deep blue grey, the metallic steel of his equipment contrasting starkly against it all. It would have been calming if you weren’t so confused.


“He let a child die Bruce,” You whispered, twisting your fingers painfully as you struggled to speak. “He wouldn’t have been five, and I told him to leave me but he-he chose me instead and now…”

You trailed off, the image of the small boy throbbing painfully within your skull. The urge to leap from the table and run, escape from Bruce’s gentle, prying voice was almost unbearable, but you forced yourself to remain with the quiet man.

He was quiet for a while before he hummed, allowing a calloused hand to rest on your jean clad knee. “Steve regrets his decision-” He pursed his lips as he tilted his head, searching for the right words. “In ways. He’s happy he didn’t let you die, but he wishes he’d saved the boy.”

“I wish he had too,” You murmured, chest feeling as if it were about to cave inwards. Your sorrows were beginning to consume you.

“Steve made a split decision in the moment Y/N,” Bruce murmured, dropping his hand from your leg. “He allowed his emotions to control him in a time of chaos, and his love for you drove him to make a decision.” He stood then, tilting his head to look at you. “Don’t punish a man who chose love over reason, when he punishes himself for the mistakes he’s made. The two of you are miserable without each other, and your guilt over all that’s happened and all you’ve done to each other will consume the two of you. Let your pride go.”

Bruce left then, gingerly closing the door behind him as he left you to mull over all that he’d said. Was pride what was really keeping you from running back to Steve? Was it anger and hurt over the loss of that child?

The guilt at having been chosen over the boy had been eating at you since the incident had taken place, and you’d been punishing Steve for it for months. The guilt that must have been weighing on that man would have been crushing him, after all; you may be the reason the decision was made, but he was the one who made it. 

“I don’t know what to do,” You wailed, groaning as you ran your hand down your face. 

He still loves me, you thought tiredly, angry with how confused you felt. But what if I don’t love him anymore? We’ve both changed so much…and I’ve been punishing him for his decision for so long…He may very well hate me even though he thinks he still loves me.

“I should talk to him,” You whispered to yourself, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip as you turned your gaze towards the door. “I should at least speak to him.”

Sighing, you slowly lowered yourself onto the floor from your seat on Bruce’s lab table and stood for a few moments, scenarios of you and Steve running through your head. Maybe the two of you would forgive each other and become friends again.

But the idea of that had your chest feeling as if it were being squeezed. You wanted more than that with Steve…You missed being held by him, and waking up next to him-

“Stop it!” You hissed to yourself, shaking your head as if it would rid your mind of the painful memories of your relationship with the man. You needed to go into this with the best intentions, but without any expectations. It would leave you without any pain if nothing did happen.

The walk to Steve’s living area seemed incredibly long-far longer than it should have been-and with every step your anxiety grew. What if he didn’t want to see you at all? What if he wanted nothing to do with you? What if he slammed the door in your face? 

Different scenarios kept playing through your mind, some good some bad, despite the fact that you kept desperately wishing them away. You were beginning to panic, your chest tightening at the idea of what was about to happen. Your legs were aching, begging you to turn around and disappear back into your room, to allow Steve to continue to be the villain.

Steve’s door was in sight when you turned the corner, the carpeted hallway leading to it was suddenly pulling at your feet, as if it too were begging you to turn around. Why were you so nervous anyway? Steve was the one who was in the wrong, right?

But now you weren’t so sure. Had you both been in the wrong for all of these months? Had you been punishing him for no reason?

“Oh God this is going to be a shit show,” You groaned quietly, hurriedly smoothing your hair as Steve’s door continued to grow closer. Ribs feeling as if they were struggling to cave inwards, you stopped a foot or so in front of the rather large, wooden door.

What if he wasn’t even here? What if he slammed the door in your face when he realized it was you? No, no he wouldn’t do that he’d only told you a few weeks ago that he still loved you.

You felt your stomach drop. But you hadn’t said anything back…In fact, you hadn’t spoken to him since. What if he’d decided he really didn’t love you and you weren’t worth his time? Oh God, this was going to be one hell of a shit show.

You raised a shaking hand, pausing for a few moments before you swallowed thickly and forced yourself to knock. You winced when your knuckles rapped loudly against the door, straining to hear if there was any movement on the other side. 

“Come in!” You heard him shout, his voice sounding deep and content.

You froze, panic rising like bile in your throat. He was going to be so angry when you walked in instead of someone else. Oh God, maybe you should tell him to come to the door instead?

Steeling yourself against your anxiety, you wrapped a hand around the knob of the door and gently pushed it open, sucking in a deep breath through your teeth as you stepped into Steve’s small apartment space in the Tony’s tower. You caught sight of him, legs outstretched as he perched on his window seat, his book resting on his lap. His lips parted slightly when his gaze landed on you, though his face remained emotionless.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, as if it were struggling to break forth from the confines of your ribs. A shaky sigh escaped you as you wiped you palms on the back of your jeans. “Listen…I-can we talk?”

Steve’s eyes roved your face for a few moments before he gingerly set his book down on the cushions in front of him. “Alright.” He dropped his feet onto the floor and slowly stood, shoulders squaring before starting to move towards his kitchen. All of the lights had been turned off, the only source of lighting drifting in from the window where he had just been reading. The grey skies cast the room in a dark sort of somber glow. It would have been perfect for a nap, but your nerves were very nearly vibrating under your skin.

“Tea?” He asked, glancing at you over his shoulder from his spot at the counter, an eyebrow raising as he did so.

“I’m fine thank you,” You responded softly, noticing how stiff his shoulders seemed to be. You carefully peered around his apartment, noticing how very different it was since you had moved your things out all that time ago. There was no art on the walls, the photographs of the two of you were gone, the blankets that used to lay on the back of couch had been moved and the entire apartment looked so…plain.

“You can sit down you know,” Steve said dryly, his back turned to you as he poured the boiled water into his mug that rested on the counter. A part of you expected it to be the red coffee mug he’d always used after you’d bought it for him for his birthday, but a pale grey one greeted you instead. You shouldn’t have been surprised, you’d removed all memories of him from your place as well, but your heart sank a little at the sight.

Feeling tense and centered out, you sank into one of his chairs with a drawn out breath, desperately wishing that this awkward endeavor would end sometime soon.

Steve took a few more minutes to fix himself a cup of tea, the drawn out silence allowing the tension in the room to thicken, before he took a seat across from you at his small kitchen table. 

He wrapped his hands around his mug of tea before allowing his gaze to drift up to yours, cerulean eyes looking cool and unfazed. “What did you need me for?”

You gulped before you spoke, your hands splayed across the table before you began wringing them again. “It’s about the mission…both of them really.”

You caught him stiffening out of the corner of your eye, his knuckles growing white as his grip on the mug tightened. “I see.”

You struggled with your words for a while, incredibly aware of the thickening atmosphere of the room and how incredibly tense the two of you were getting. “Steve…” You started, a shaking hand moving up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “I don’t hate you…I-I understand why you did what you did all those months ago…”

Steve didn’t bother to look up to meet your gaze, opting instead to keep it focused on the contents of his mug, the muscle in his jaw twitching before his lips tightened into a thin line. 

You studied him for a moment before continuing. “And I wanted to thank you…for saving me last time.” You could practically hear the blood rushing in your veins, you heart beat thumping wildly in your throat. Steve wasn’t even looking at you, and the room seemed to be shrinking around you.

When he finally did look up though, he looked defeated: his eyes were red around the edges and slightly puffy. 

“Is that all?” 

It was a dry question, laced with a hint of annoyance and exhaustion. You were a bit taken aback to be honest.

“Yes,” Was all you answered though, before pushing yourself away from the table and standing. You stared at him a moment longer, your hands resting on the table while you studied the way his thin hoodie stretched across his shoulders, the way the muscles in his arms curved and dipped, how incredibly defined his jaw was, before you turned and left.

Your back was rigid as you walked away from him and towards the door, your legs stiff, begging you to turn around and fully explain yourself to him, to have a real conversation with the man, but you forced yourself to keep moving. 

The hallway was empty when you stepped into it, and your lip trembled as you closed the door to his living space, wincing when it clicked into place. So that was it. You and Steve were officially over…for good. So why did you feel so unsatisfied? Why did your chest ache?

Whatever the reason, you chose to ignore it. Your feet felt heavy, as if they were filled with lead, as you continued down the hallway. You forced yourself to keep your gaze ahead of you, though you desperately wanted to turn and allow Steve’s place one last look.

Steve, you begged, please just come and get me. Chase me like you used to.

Your ears were straining to hear any movement whatsoever, anything at all, and your heart and mind were begging and hoping that if there was any, it would be Steve. 


You froze, eyes widening as you caught your breath. Slowly turning, you were shocked to find yourself staring at Steve. You’d made it nearly halfway down the hallway but even from this distance you could see how his large frame nearly took up the entire doorway to the entrance of his home. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before he stepped aside, motioning you back into his apartment. 

You gulped, frowning in confusion at him before starting to move towards him. What in the hell was he doing? Why was he bringing you back? He’d seemed so fed up with you when you’d spoken to him just a few minutes ago. Had he had a change of heart? Or was there something he needed to tell you? 

Something cruel, you assumed. Your heart sank into your stomach.

When you finally reached him, you cast him a fleeting glance before slipping past him and back into the dark expanse of his small apartment. Steve towered over you before you before he turned to gently close the door behind the two of you. 

You stood still, holding your breath, unsure of what to do next. Steve silently slid past you and back towards his kitchen, though his face remained emotionless. You were starting to get worried. Why did Steve bring you back in here? What was the point? You’d literally just left, and although the conversation had been dry and virtually meaningless, it had still happened not five minutes ago.

Steve beckoned for you to take a seat at his table for the second time that day, and for the second time you gingerly sat down, painfully aware of the awkward situation the two of you had placed yourselves in. 

Unable to look at him, you kept your gaze focused on his table, allowing your eyes to follow the pattern of the wood knots while he slid into the chair opposite yours once more. 

“I didn’t tell you what I needed to when we last spoke.”

You tugged on your lip with your teeth, desperately struggling to keep your hands from shaking and your feet from tapping on the floor. Although you were certain Steve knew you were anxious, you were still rather embarrassed about it all. 

“I’m sorry I chose you over the boy.”

You finally looked up at him, though now his blue eyes were trained on the table. Without a second thought, you reached across the table and gently set your hand across Steve’s much larger one. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, lips parting in confusion.

“I-” Your mouth was suddenly dry and you quickly cleared you throat, struggling to dismiss the thickening atmosphere of the room. “I’m sorry I put you through all that I did for so long…I should have known that it would have put you through a lot of stress and guilt and I-” You coughed quietly. “I’m sorry Steve.”

You heard him swallow thickly, your eyes searching his face for anything, any emotion at all. It was silent for a very long time, the only thing to be heard was the ticking of the clock above Steve’s stove.

Suddenly Steve was wrapping his fingers around your smaller hand, and a soft sigh escaped him. “Are we…are we okay then?”

You nodded, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I think so…”

Steve’s thumb gently smoothed over the knuckles of your hand before he spoke again. “So we’re…friends?”

You mulled over the idea for a few moments, images of the two of you having lunch and making polite talk swarming your mind before you nodded vigorously. “Yes, absolutely.”

A deep sigh of relief escaped the man sitting before you before he was sinking back into his chair, his hand slipping out of yours as he did so. “Oh thank God. It was starting to get really awkward around here.”

You laughed then, a heavy weight suddenly lifting from your shoulders as you gazed at Steve, who was now grinning from ear to ear. “That’s very true.”

Your laughs slowly faded then, and you looked him over a few moments longer before you stood. “I should get going. Tony had some stuff he wanted to show me and he isn’t too happy when I’m late so-” You cast a pensive wave as Steve stood from his chair, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans before moving towards you.

“So, I guess we just take things slow from here, right?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he extended his hand towards you. God, what a geek.

You nodded though, allowing your hand to slip into his as you shook it, struggling to keep your quiet laugh hidden. “Ah yes, definitely.” You turned your face upwards to smile at him, though stopped when you saw how he was smiling at you. His grin was somewhat lopsided, those deep blue eyes of his were crinkled in happiness and his blond hair was tousled and messy. You felt your lips part into an ‘oh’ and suddenly Steve’s grin fell, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

It was only after a few moments that the two of you realized you were still shaking hands and you gasped quietly, hurriedly stepping away from him. Cheeks heating, you apologized to one another before you were slowly backing away from him and towards the door.

“Ah-yes well-” You babbled, your cheeks darkening as you avoided Steve’s lingering gaze. “I’ll see you around-friend.”

Images of Steve rolling his hips into yours, and the way he’d groan kept running through your head and you couldn’t keep your eyes from running over his chest. All of the nights you’d spend together after particularly gruesome missions, the warm comforting showers turned sexy as you helped wash one another off, careful to avoid new bruises and scrapes.

Steve’s cheeks had turned a soft pink, his brows furrowed as he caught your gaze, though you didn’t miss the way his landed on your chest. He coughed quietly before straightening himself, running a calloused hand through his hair in an effort to tidy it.

“I’ll see you around Y/N,” He said, struggling to sound stern as he furrowed his brows. The two of you remained though, standing a few feet away from one another, your mouths parted slightly as images of one another ran through your heads. You could feel your muscles coiling, tightening, and just as you were about to breathe his name, Steve let loose a low growl. 

“Damn taking things slow.”

Your eyes widened as he moved towards you, gasping when his hands slid around your ribs and pulled your body up and into his. Your legs swung around his waist as he did so and you gasped when he pushed you against the wall, a low groan escaping you when his mouth landed on your neck. 

“St-Steve!” You exclaimed, whining when he pressed his hips into yours.

“God I missed you-” It was a growl, low and breathy and your eyes widened when they met his. He looked so-so-


“God I missed you too,” You moaned out, eyes snapping shut as his hand slid up and over your ribs, his finger tips lightly skimming the tops of your cleavage. “P-please don’t tease me,” You begged, out of breath.

“S-so no taking things slow?” Steve demanded, suppressing a groan when you rolled your hips into his, your hands tangling into his hair. He tightened his grip on you.

“No, no taking things slow,” You whispered, shivering when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“Bedroom?” He breathed, pulling his face away from the crook of your neck so that he could meet your gaze. His pupils were blown wide, the deep blue nearly disappeared. 

“Bedroom,” You agreed, nodding vigorously.

I Own You - Theo Raeken (Part 3)

Originally posted by alfatwolf

No my gif homies (soz I don’t own any of these) creds to the amazing owner

word count: 1136

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Warnings: nah

Part 1 , 2 , 4

You knocked three times on Stiles’ door and no longer than a minute later the bright smiling, brown-haired boy opened the door. ‘(Y/N)! I’m so glad you could make it!’ He cheered and he indulged you in a powerful hug that had you chuckling. ‘I knew how upset you’d be, I don’t like seeing you upset.’ You told him with a smile. ‘You’re sure you’re okay, though? I don’t want you doing this for me.’ He said as he stepped aside to let you into his home. ‘I’m fine, Stiles.’

‘(Y/N) BABEEEE!’ Malia yelled from the living room. You popped your head inside and smiled, they were all cuddled up on the couch. ‘Come one, (Y/N)! We were waiting for you!’ Stiles said excitedly. He grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the couch pulling you down between him and Scott. ‘Here, we don’t want you getting any sicker.’ He said as he reached for a blanket and wrapped it completely around you. ‘Awh, cuties!’ Lydia giggled and you rolled your eyes, blushing slightly.

The movie began and you all quieted down. There were the occasional whispers here and there but for once everyone seemed to really enjoy the movie. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you subtly checked to see who it was.

Ew, Theo: What are you doing?

Me: Movie night at Stiles’? Didn’t you hear?

Ew, Theo: If you hadn’t noticed I was otherwise occupied

Me: I know. I was there.

Ew, Theo: Aren’t they suspicious because you were “sick”?

Me: Nah, Stiles has me wrapped up like a burrito

Ew, Theo: He into you or something?

Me: Is that jealousy, Theo Raeken?

Ew, Theo: I don’t even know what that is

You had to admit that it was getting really hot inside your cocoon. You wondered if it was because of the fact that you were talking to Theo. It couldn’t be, right? You were just texting him, surely he couldn’t have that kind of effect on you. Still, you felt like you were boiling from the inside out. You let out a sigh before unwrapping the blanket from your body, finally allowing your body to breath. ‘Eh, (Y/N)?’ Scott suddenly whispered to you. ‘Hm?’

‘Who left that thing on your neck?’

This drew Stiles’ attention, you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash by the speed in which his head turned towards you. Your eyes widened as you stared at the screen in front of you. Stiles grabbed your chin and turned your head to get a look at your neck. ‘Holy shit, (Y/N)! Is that a hickey?’

‘What?’ ‘Holy shit!’

And once again, all the attention was on you. You groaned and lowered yourself in your seat, trying to sink through the ground which of course wasn’t possible. ‘Who’s the lucky guy, (Y/N)?’ Lydia grinned. Malia on the other hand, had a confused and suspicious look on her face. ‘No one you know…’ You muttered under your breathe. ‘Were you ever even sick?’ Stiles sighed next to you.


‘(Y/N)! Why didn’t you tell us there was a guy?’ Lydia whined. ‘There isn’t “ a guy” Lyds…it was just some dude. Nothing serious.’ You shrugged. ‘Can we please just watch the movie?’

You could see by the look on her face that she wasn’t done with you, but since the movie was still playing she let it go, for now. You let out a quiet sigh of relief. Something felt different though, a kind of weird tension. You turned your head to look at Stiles.

‘Stiles, are you sulking because I made out with some dude?’ You whispered to him.

‘What? No! I’m not sulking, you’re sulking…’ He replied, not once taking his eyes off the screen. You rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle. ‘I just didn’t think you’d be the type to…randomly make out with some dude.’ He continued with a sigh. ‘It was about time (Y/N) got some action! Get some girl!’ Malia called causing you to roll your eyes again.


When you got home that night you were so tired you were surprised you even made it home. Stiles had made you watch at least 5 movies. Stiles had offered for you to stay over at his place, which wasn’t an unusual scenario after movie night. But tonight something was telling you to go home.

And when you got home you were in for quite a surprise. You opened your bedroom door and frowned when you found someone in your bed. Normally you would’ve screamed, but your recognised the person immediately. The fact that it was just Theo didn’t make the situation any better, though. What was he doing here? Did he wait for you and fell asleep? You decided not to wake him, since he looked so peaceful. He didn’t look like Theo the “bad guy”. As you changed into your pj’s you wondered if he really even was the bad guy. There had to be more behind him, you just didn’t know what yet. You got into your bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. You really were playing a dangerous field. If Scott or any of your friends ever found out, you’d lose all of them. You still didn’t know why you were letting Theo get to you the way he does, you just couldn’t help it.

‘Aren’t you gonna kick me out?’ His sleepy voice suddenly sounded next to you. ‘Never wake a sleeping wolf. It’s bad luck.’ You muttered, a small smile playing on your lips. ‘Alright, maybe I was a little jealous. Only a little though.’
You couldn’t hold back a laugh. ‘A little jealousy caused you to break into my house?’ You asked. ‘No, I just wanted to see you.’ He replied with a shrug. ‘You see me every day at school?’ You frowned. You turned to your side and propped your body up with your elbow. It was pretty dark in your room but you could still all his features clear as day. ‘School is different.’

‘How so?’

‘For example, I don’t get to do this.’ You hadn’t even realised what was happening before his lips locked with yours again. This kiss was different than the one in the car, this one was slow, soft…loving almost. Something you most certainly weren’t expecting from Theo Raeken. But you were loving every second of it. Your hands wrapped around the base of his neck to pull him closer to you. But before you could really get into it, he pulled back. He stayed close to you though, your noses nearly touching. ‘I shouldn’t have to be jealous.’ He said leaving you slightly confused. ‘Do you know why?’ He asked you.

‘Because you own me?’

He grinned a boy-ish grin and pecked your lips again. ‘That’s right, princes.’

if you don’t think pitbulls are VICIOUS, CARNIVOROUS animals you are wrong, look at THESE PICS that PROVE IT

this VICIOUS animal ATTACKED a squirrel and is WEARING the squirrel now as a BODY SUIT

while this BEAST is ATTACKING a group of DUCKS


and here we see a pitbull hiding before it’s ATTACK in the WILDERNESS

and this DELINQUENT is TASTING a small RABIT

we can see here that this pitbull is CHEWING AND EATING THE FINGER OF SOMEONE how DANGEROUS

and this PITBULL doesn’t even eat his daily serving of FRUITS and VEGETABLES

how COMPLETELY and UTTERLY terrifying these animals truly are.  


Taylor Schilling being a complete dork cutie on the Canadian talk show George Stroumboulopoulos Tonight {x}.

anonymous asked:

i have this crush on this guy and last night i got drunk and i spammed him telling him how cute he is and that i really wanna hug him and he got so happy. this morning he woke up really early and spammed me with how much he likes me and i'm !! my heart is so warm for him

Awh omg! You pair of cuties! I hope it works out 😙💝

Luke Imagine: Record Shop AU

Author: Rhine


He always noticed you.

How could he not?

The bells at the front of the door always signalled your entrance when you walked in, and his eyes always automatically darted up from his book or his phone, smiling slightly whenever he saw you.

He didn’t know your name, but he knew you so well.

He knew how you always had a cup of coffee in your hand in the winter months, and the markings on the cup would be the same as the one next to him.

He knew how you liked coming alone, because no matter how many times your phone seemed to vibrate, the record shop was a special place for you and you never picked up any calls until you were out the door.

He knew your favourite albums, your fingers tracing the same worn copies in the back that he so loved.

He knew your favourite songs; he played them on the speakers whenever you came in and he’d always get that small twinge of satisfaction when he’d see you look up and smile slightly, tapping your foot to the beat of your favourite song as you walked along the aisles.

He knew your wish to play the guitar from the way you stared longingly at the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall in the back, and how your eyes lingered on the beginner’s books for learning how to play the guitar, blushing furiously when a worker asked you if you needed any help.

Luke knew all these things about you – small pieces of the girl who captured his attention with your bright eyes and pursed lips that he dreamed about – but he didn’t know your name.

He tried to work up the courage to talk to you on multiple occasions – practicing what he would say to you, how he’d sweep you off your feet with his knowledge on the newest album that came out from the band you both liked – but his words died on his lips every time and you always left before he could steel himself to try again, the bells that he looked forward to when they signalled your entrance suddenly echoing his failures when you left.

Next time, he’d tell himself.

But there’s that creeping fear at the back of his mind that one day, you wouldn’t come back to the little record store that he worked at every day.

Or worse, that one day you’d stroll into the store with another boy on your arm who got all your favourite bands wrong and scrunched up his nose in distaste when he played one of your favourite songs on the speakers.

Luke knew that he couldn’t just pine after you from behind the counter – at the very worst, you would turn him down or think him a loser and he’ll get over you.

And at best?

Well, he’s had enough idle daydreams about that.

He’s afraid to come up to you, to give you more than a feeble have a good day after he checks out the albums you place in front of the cash register.

Because he’s nothing but a boy with a job that came with a minimum wage pay and a tacky name tag – hardly attractive, and he’s sure his nervous stutters wouldn’t make things any better.

He’s certain he’ll make a fool of himself, and that he’d probably end up scaring you off from the shop forever –

–but there’s something in your eyes and the way they glitter when you walk in that he can’t keep away from.


You’re even lovelier up close.

He’s not sure how he managed to steel himself up to come up to you, but whatever courage he had was used up in his steps from the counter to you.

He admires the way you brush your hair behind your ear and the way your fingers trace the records with such a delicate touch; how focused you are with the names of the bands and songs that he’s certain you’ve read a thousand times before.

But then you notice him next to you, and you give a little jump when you realize someone’s there; a faint blush blossoming on your cheeks.

Luke opens his mouth, but no words come out – he’s certain he looks like a creep with his wide eyes and unspeaking mouth, watching over you. He can already feel the embarrassment and humiliation creeping into his veins, and it takes everything in him not to turn the other way and dash into the storage room until you left.

“Hi, uh. I’m, er – um, Luke.”

He juts out his hand mechanically, almost comedic as he extends his long arm towards you.

He’s already mentally berating himself for being such a dork and giving you a hand to shake – who does that anymore? – but it’s too late to pull it back, and he’s left standing there, awkwardly holding out his hand to you like some kind of dog.

You find it charmingly adorable, a small smile emerging on your lips at the clearly-nervous boy in front of you.

You take his hand and give it a little shake, beaming as you introduce yourself.

He’s too mesmerized by the way your voice says his name and the smoothness of your small palm against his that he almost misses your name.

But when he shakes his head a little and backtracks a few seconds to remember, he thinks that your beautiful name is a perfect fit for you lovely smile.

It’s one he won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

There’s a moment of awkward silence before Luke finds his voice again, though it comes out a little higher due to his nervousness.

“So, uh… you like bands, right?”

He’s already screaming internally at his stupidity the moment the words leave his lips.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Luke – of course she likes bands, she’s at your stupid record shop on a weekly basis you idiot –

But you smile and tell him about how you were actually starting to get into this new band that you discovered a few days ago.

His eyes light up a little at the mention of the band – he’s been following them ever since their garage practice days – and he’s thrilled that you like them too.

He’s spitting out albums and tour dates and his experience with a concert he went to last month at some holed up venue and he’s giving you song suggestions of his favourites, sprinkled with some facts about the music he’s sure you didn’t care about.

Luke’s rambling again, and he stops the moment he realizes he is, cutting his sentence short.

You’re watching him with amused eyes, grinning at the tall blonde boy whose blue eyes seemed to sparkle with enthusiasm and passion, hands waving into large, wild gestures to explain his point.

His abrupt stop catches you by surprise, and the flushing patches of red on his cheeks tell you why.

“No, go on – tell me more.”

Your words are soft and encouraging, but his are a mutter when they leave his lips, refusing to meet your eyes in embarrassment.

“No, you don’t really want to know about all of that – I’m sorry, I just got a bit carried away and I – I ramble a bit. A lot. Sorry.”

He’s playing around with his shoes and slumping over – though he was still much taller than you, even in his hunched form – and you didn’t have to see his face to guess the blush that would undeniably be on his cheeks.

“No, I do. I promise. What album would you recommend?”

And his eyes slowly lift towards yours, a small smile on his lips as he begins to talk again.

Slowly, his gestures become more animated and his words become more lively until the both of you are laughing and sharing vivid stories while the other listens with wide eyes and enthusiastic nods.

You barely realize how much time has passed until another co-worker calls for Luke to start closing up.

You’re both rattled out of the little world of music and conversation that you built around you, and his eyes are tinted with sadness when they look at you again after he tells his co-worker he’ll be right on it.

“The shop’s closing, so… I guess you should be leaving.”

“Yeah, I guess. It was nice talking to you, Luke.”

You’re turning around to leave when he calls out your name, stopping you in your tracks. You turn back to him, and he’s frozen in his spot, taken aback by you once again.

It’s becoming a habit, he thinks.

Somehow, he manages to spit the words out.

“I, uh – I was wondering if, um, if you wanted to er – er, wanted to learn how to play the guitar?”

His words are stuttering at first before they all tumble out of his lips like a waterfall, the last half of his sentence coming out of his mouth like a jumbled mutter.

But you catch all of his nervous words and you unravel them patiently with a smile.

“I’ve been meaning to learn for a while, actually.”

“Do you… do you want me to teach you?”

His smile is hopeful, his lip ring moving up with his curved mouth.

“Are you any good?”

“I mean, I guess I’m alright – I can play, uh, well, a few of my favourite songs and um, I wrote a few songs too, but they’re just simple stuff but I suppose you could say I’m rather decent at it, I mean – “

You laugh a little at his nervous rant, finding it adorable how he scrunches up his nose and pinches his eyebrows when he begins to consider his skills seriously.

“Hey, I’m just kidding. I’d love to learn from you. I’m sure you’re amazing.”

His whole face lights up with the biggest smile at your words, eyes glimmering with disbelief and excitement.


“Of course. Now, come here.”

He shuffles towards you obediently, and you rummage through your pockets and bag for a pen. You hastily scrawl your phone number on his arm, running over the veins and muscles of his forearm, leaving little bumps in your neat numbers.

“Call me sometime? We can work out a lesson plan and all that over coffee or something.”

He’s positively giddy at the thought of coffee with you – his cup with the same markings as yours, though yours would have a faint smudge of lip gloss that he can already picture – and the ink that marks his skin feels a lot like a promise.

“Sure thing. It’s a date.”

The word slips out of his mouth before he can think it through, and he blushes furiously at the realization of what he implied.

But like always, you grinned at him as you stuffed your pen back into your bag, laughing slightly at the red blush that stands out from his pale skin.

“A date it is then. I can’t wait.”

You say a quick goodbye and you leave before he can say another word, the familiar bells jingling as they signalled your absence.

Luke’s still standing, dazed at your casual words and easy smile.

A date.

He’s not sure how he managed to get a date with you with his overenthusiastic ramblings and awkward sentences and overall dorkiness, but perhaps that’s what you liked most about him.

The smile lingers on his lips long after you leave, the thought of your eyes and the prospect of date enough to make him dance a little victory dance as he sweeps the floor to the beat of the song the two of you loved.


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anonymous asked:

I check your blog everyday and I have come to the conclusion that I am very much in love with you

awh cutie I’m whiny as heck and I’ll eat all your food, you should rethink ur conclusion tbh