#(op is not sane about this man)
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unrelated but ur tage WANNA MAKE ME CRY /pos I LOVE UR TAGS SO MUCH UR SO KIND?!?!??!?!?!?!?? WHAT!!!!!
also feed me ur rubbish and art pwease :3
why are SO many of you saying that when you guys are the ones posting banger art in the FIRST place!!!! hello??? did you think of MY tears looking at YOUR work??? i THOUGHT so >:'(((( you sweet talented little gremlins omgg look in a mirror one day before you say such kind things gosh<333333
#ask#i think one scroll on my blog will feed you enough of my art for you to get cancer so buckle up 😔 <333#thank you but tags are literally my way to stay sane after looking at some works man like fr#sometimes i get physically SHAKEN UP like i am two steps away from stealing op's hands and brain for thinking of such a BEAUTIFUL PIECE#sobbing crying of COURSE i will scream about it in the tags what else do you think i CAN do??? DIE????#cause i WILL if i don't whine and point at the stupidly pretty details like goshhh muah muah art is so insane and i will forever love it<33#CRY about it cause i'm not stopping anytime soon mwahahehehehehehe >;)c <33333 THANKS AGAIN THO SOB SOB❤️❤️❤️
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maybe im a little tired of people equating purity culture and evangelical beliefs to being normal and finding shit like incest anad child porn uncomfortable.
a lot of posts talking about it that (somehow) come up on my dash always are vague with what they mean when discussing how "purity culture has invaded fandom spaces" and how we have to "think critically about how we respond to uncomfortable subjects" and i check ops blog and 9/10 times theyre a proshipper that writes nsfw incest fic about two underage anime boys
(im exagurating a little, but the point is theyre always a proshipper and its concerning how talks of critical thinking are leading people to think writing fics endorsing and supporting pedo shit and incest and other things are okay. proshippers will probably say they arent ACTUALLY endorsing it, it's just fiction, but if you see how they talk about the ships they have where these themes are present you can see how they just consume it uncritically, which is kind of ironic due to them wanting others to think critically.)
this isnt to say darker topics arent allowed to be in fiction and that people shouldnt think critically about them- thats literally my point, that we should think critically about darker topics in different works and see if the creator was ACTUALLY saying something about this subject or just including it in there because theyre fucked up- im just sick of proshippers pretending that theyre the ones thinking critically when they are the ones often consuming media uncritically.
them also using religious shit specifically is fucked up. people that dont like reading about incest (whether the work endorses it or not) arent like evangelical christians they are normal. its normal to be uncomfortable with topics like that because it is uncomfortable to think about and read about. it should be. which is why fics endorsing it and normalising it are fucked up.
#idk man i woke up and the first thing i saw was a post that didnt say the op was a proshipper but the language they used gave it away#no sane person talks about evangelical purity culture in fandom space and believes its in there unless they r a freak.im sorry.#this is just tired rambling
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PAIRING: (primary) gwen stacy x fem!reader, (secondary / onsided romance) harry osborn x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: gwen has liked you for a long time, harry knew this. to gwen's surprise, harry actually liked her for much longer, something she only learned when he confessed and asked her to prom. gwen's rejection hit harry hard. you can imagine gwen's shock when, just as she was about to tell you how she felt and ask to be your date, you revealed that you already had a date. harry osborn.
WARNINGS/NOTES: misunderstandings trope like heavy, a lot of cursing, manipulation on harry’s part, angstyyy, suggestive toward the end, jealous n angry gwen vs sassy man harry, white boys doin too much and not proof read
as summer's hot embrace swept across queens, whispers of anticipation filled the air in midtown high.
the arrival of prom.
the streets adorned themselves with vibrant hues of gold and scarlet, echoing the spirit of the season that gripped the hearts of every new yorker. decorative banners danced in the breeze on campus, proudly displaying the school's emblem as a symbol of community pride. the heat and constant air conditioning mingled with the distant sound of a marching band practicing their lively tunes, weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and excitement for all the locals and alumni.
prom, a cherished tradition to no one but the beckoned who peaked in high school. let’s be real here, what teen beside the tryhard kids trying to form the perfect resume for college genuinely cared for homecoming? nah, not one. the only excitement that came from it was being able to get free food, dress cute, some photo ops with your partner, and just hanging out with your friends. you could technically count the performances by the school bands and dance teams but to be honest all the talent was overshadowed by the patriotic midtown chants praising the school for its community and kindness even though you could’ve swore you saw flash thompson trying to beat on some freshman in the hall the other day.
it’s midtown high… mid is in the name. to be quite honest, you weren’t expecting much. you didn’t even have a date in mind, you just knew you’d end up going with your small friend group consisting of your best friend gwen, peter, and harry.
you were brought back to reality when your teacher pulled an ‘i’ll wait’ on some girl in the front who was just as confused as the rest of the class and was simply asking someone else for help.
as the minutes ticked by in the seemingly endless ap english class, the only escape you found was talking gwen during class to keep you sane.
you leaned towards gwen, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "i feel like i’m trapped in a literary prison. is it just me, or does every sentence, as soon as she opens her mouth, sounds like some philosophy subreddit bullshit?"
gwen stifled a giggle, her eyes sparkling with shared amusement. "oh, trust me, it's not just you. i think i've somehow deciphered the hidden meaning behind every comma in this book. it's like we're on a quest for the nonexistent holy grail of english assignments."
you both burst into a fit of laughter, struggling to contain your amusement while keeping a watchful eye on the teacher. the irony of the situation wasn't lost on you— the passionate exploration of language and literature reduced to a burdensome chore.
however, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of jealous eyes on you. the prickling sensation at your neck coming from the back of the class made you turn your head slightly, and you caught a glimpse of harry's eyes fixed on gwen, his expression tinged with jealousy. his lips pressed together in a tight line as he bit down on them, lost in his thoughts to notice that you caught him looking. he seemed almost irritated at you by the way he stared and to your understanding, for no reason. it’s not like you did any sneak shit behind his back or got on his nerves .
caught in the awkwardness of the moment, harry mustered a teasing smile and gave a nod, as if attempting to play off being caught. the nod was like a silent statement from him to you, that he felt the same way you did in the class. bored as hell.
but beneath the facade, the tension simmered, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was brewing beneath the surface. questions swirled in your mind, but for now, you chose to let it go and return your focus to gwen.
"this class single handedly ruined how i’ll read for the rest of my life, and you know how much i love to read edgar allen poe," you whispered, barely able to contain your sarcasm.
gwen leaned closer, her voice barely audible. "i swear, if i have to dissect one more sonnet, my brain cells will start killing themselves."
the bell's sudden ring startled both of you, cutting short your whispered complaints and signaling the end of yet another mundane class. you exchanged a knowing look, relief and mischief dancing in both your eyes.
"finally, damn!" you exclaimed under your breath. "let's get out of here before we start speaking in iambic pentameter."
gwen nodded, her lips curled into a smile. "i can't wait another second."
together, you gathered your belongings, trying to suppress the lingering laughter that threatened to bubble. as you made your way towards the door, the teacher's eyes scanned the room, momentarily pausing on your mischievous glances, but quickly moving on.
you were about to respond to her joke when harry osborn approached you two with a slightly hesitant yet determined stride. his sudden interruption caught both of you off guard.
"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice shaky. "can we talk for a minute?"
your curiosity piqued, but you gave gwen an understanding look and assured gwen that you would wait for her at the lockers, giving her a reassuring smile. with a nod, she followed harry to a quieter corner of the hallway, leaving you to be nosy and wonder what the conversation could be about. time seemed to stretch as you leaned against the lockers, the echoes of passing students fading into the background.
minutes turned into an eternity before gwen finally emerged from the conversation, as she walked toward you, you could sense the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. without a word, she shook her head, her eyes filled with unspoken thoughts.
"what did harry want? some chemistry homework answers that been due since last week?" you asked playfully, trying not to make it seem like you were praying for information.
it’s not like you were jealous of harry or envious of him for talking to gwen, you knew where you two stood. but just the way he looked at you? just rubbed you the wrong way. and you couldn't lie and say the curiosity wasn’t killing you as to why he had to pull gwen away from the public to just ‘talk to her.’
gwen's eyes met yours, looking unusually reserved. she hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "it’s nothing, really. he just asked me a stupid question. don’t worry about it."
you left it at that, not wanting to force her into talking about something that was clearly private. you respected her desire to just move on. still, a teasing smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you couldn't resist a teasing remark.
"did he ask you to be his secret prom date?" you quipped, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.
gwen's face turned pale for a moment before her cheeks flushed slightly as she shook her head, a subtle smile gracing her lips. "no, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. i um… i actually have someone in mind."
you felt your cheeks heat up at her comment, but also a gut wrenching feeling in your stomach. could she be talking about you? no, but then again all the moments where your legs brushed together while you sat, the lingering gazes and stolen looks, her hands on your waist when she guided you through a big crowd, just all the times where the lines between best friend and more became blurred.
however, gwen remained silent, her intentions veiled for now.
you two had similar schedules, so it was everyday you two walked to your classes together. as the two of you made your way to study hall, gwen broke the silence, "wanna share headphones while we work?"
her hand brushed against yours, your breath hitching as you became hyper aware of how close gwen was. you could feel her continue to stare into your eyes as she intertwined her hand with yours. a smile bloomed across your face as you nodded in agreement, unaware of someone else glaring at you from a distance. again.
weeks passed since then. before, prom was less than a month away. now? just days.
you still didn’t have a date. part of you wanted to just go along, not having any interest and anyone besides gwen. but another part of you was still holding onto hope, living in the fantasy world of the imaginary scenarios that she’ll ask you out.
there were doubts in your mind if gwen liked you, and even if you liked her. she’s your friend, best friend even. but your friendship with her is so different from the way you both treat your other friends. you don’t let your other friends call you names, sit on their lap while their hands wrap around your waist, stay up on friday nights and fall asleep on the phone, and so much more. it was more than just the physical attraction you had to gwen, it was the chemistry between you two. you admit, gwen is more than fine. to her tall demeanor and athletic body, and not to mention the hair and piercings. but the way she understood you more than anyone else was the biggest turn on of them all. she can read you like the back of her hand. she knows when you’re sad, when something’s bothering you, when you’re overwhelmed and just want someone to run away with even if it’s temporary.
all year it seemed that you both had been running circles around each other. there was just something different about the way she stared straight into your eyes as you talked about something. or the times where you swear you saw her biting down on her lip as she sneakily checked you out before you could catch her and she’d tell you how pretty you are. the times you would ask her to repeat stuff on the phone because you just loved hearing her voice just to fall asleep to it. the time where she noticed you looked at her while she cleaned her drumsticks and she told you it’s rude to stare. the times where she had no problem sneaking into your home from through your window to comfort you after a fight with your parents.
she felt like your other half and that’s what confused you. everyone talked about their best friend like that, but you and gwen didn’t seem like friends. and you can’t tell anymore if that’s good or bad.
it was clear you were attracted to gwen in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help but be in denial because of your fear that if you did pursue something romantic with her you could possibly ruin your friendship forever, and you couldn’t imagine your life without her.
gwen couldn’t imagine her life without you either, harry knew that first hand. which is why he’s on his way to your place right now.
harry osborn mustered up the courage to confess his feelings to gwen, his heart pounding with anticipation. he found her in the hallway, took a deep breath, and poured out his emotions, confessing his affection and asking her to be his date for the upcoming prom.
"hey, gwen," harry began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. "i've been meaning to tell you something... i really like you. you're amazing, talented, and so fearless. i’ve admired you for a while. so, i was wondering if you'd go to prom with me?"
gwen listened attentively, a kind smile on her face that slowly dropped as she kept talking. but before harry could catch his breath, she gently interrupted him.
"harry, look, i appreciate you telling me this and you're such an amazing friend," gwen replied, her soft and cautious. "but, i can’t go with you. i’m sorry it’s just… i actually had something on my mind too for a while. i've been wanting to tell (y/n) how i feel about her for a while now and so i thought prom would be the best excuse. i've just been nervous about it because i don’t want ti ruin anything. you understand, right?"
harry's face fell slightly, his disappointment flickering across his features. he tried his best to hide the bitterness he felt, realizing that gwen's heart was set on someone else.
"oh... i see," harry responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "don’t worry, gwen. i get it. i never caught on that you liked our (y/n), that’s my bad. i'm sure you’ll both have an amazing time at the dance when you ask her."
gwen's expression softened, "thank you, harry. i hope this doesn’t make anything too weird or weirder than it needs to be. friends?"
harry forced a smile, masking his envy as best as he could. "of course, gwen. friends always."
but as gwen turned to leave, harry's mind started to spin. thoughts of revenge began to cloud his judgment.
how could gwen stacy reject him? it was all he could think of. ‘she’s just a cop's daughter’ he thought, balling his hands into a fist.
“hey, could you speed it up?” he pressed the driver, quickly apologizing. “sorry i just… the waiting is killin’ me.”
maybe it was the bitterness fueling his need to boost his own ego, but he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the rejection. all his life, harry was given what he wanted without a second thought from his father or the people around him. it seemed that for the first time he couldn’t have what he wanted and didn't know how to act.
that’s what led him here, to the front of your place. harry pushed open the car door, his oxford shoes hitting the pavement.
“wait for us, will you?” he asked the driver but the tone of his voice made it clear that it was an order.
harry : hey sweets
harry : go look outside your window for me sent at 4:53
you were doing your homework when suddenly you felt a vibration against your desk. you turned your head to the side and noticed your phone lighting up. with a sigh wanting to take a break from working, you picked it up and your eyes went wide as you saw who it was who texted you. part of you hoped it was gwen, but no, it was harry.
the message on your lock screen made you cringe as soon as you saw that he had called you ‘sweets.’
“the hell is this boy on now,” you muttered, swiping up to see the full text in messages.
you : tf you mean look out my window… did you take your daddy’s medicine by any chance ?? sent at 4:55
before you even gave him the chance to reply, you walked up to your window and pushed the curtain to the side. looking down, you were met with the sight of harry typing on his phone before looking up at you with a charming smile.
harry : you wanna come down rapunzel?
you let out a scoff, the sides of your mouth twitching into a smile as you made your way downstairs. you unlocked the door, opening it to be met with harry walking up to you and revealing a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers to you. it looked expensive and it glowed in the sun.
“don’t tell me those are for me,” you spoke in a whisper, voice caught in your throat from how unexpected this all was.
he smiled, putting the bouquet in my hand as the floral aroma filled my senses. “then i won’t, just take them princess.”
harry knew you were getting weirder out by his behavior just by the way your face had this stank look to it. not like you were disgusted by him or anything, but by how confusing this was.
“what?” he asked with a smirk.
“you’re just acting a lil’ strange is all,” you replied slowly, squeezing the bouquet to your chest and sniffing the assortment. “they smell beautiful harry, thank you. but no offense, why are you outside my home dressed like james dean?”
he did a low chuckle as he looked into your eyes. sure, harry was cute though he wasn’t necessarily your type. and while it is really attractive to have someone dress nice for you, call you sweet things, and even come to your home with flowers, it was just weird. it was just weird. why him?
"just walk with me, please?" harry asked, extending his hand towards you.
“and sight see all the power plants?” you mocked, but seeing the pleasing look on his face made you fold. you hesitated, but ultimately took him up on it.
as you took his hand, you felt his grip tighten, pulling you uncomfortably close. "i'm sure there's a beautiful waterfront or some other scenic spot for us to explore," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and curiosity flickering in your eyes. despite your reservations, you found yourself drawn to him and his intentions.
“you look beautiful today,” he added, still looking forward as the glow of the sky highlighted his face.
you let out a laugh, causing him to glare at you from the corner of his eye.
“oh harry, you’re so charming, thank you,” you teased, voice monotone to poke fun at his advances.
he let out a chuckle as you both approached the waterfront. golden hour was approaching, and the sky was painted a deep orange with yellow highlights and a beauty exuding from it. the clouds were faint and moved slowly to the side, like careful paint strokes to a canvas.
as you released your hand from harry's, you walked toward the ledge, taking in the awe-inspiring scenery. it felt like a moment of pure magic, as if the world had paused to allow you to appreciate the simple pleasures surrounding you. the gentle caress of the warm breeze, the distant echoes of laughter, and the soothing sound of water rippling in the wind created a serene ambiance.
harry initiated the conversation, breaking the silence. "you've never been here before?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
you met his gaze with a sly smile, “nah, i never have time to do stuff like this. im always busy with my own responsibilities so it doesn’t really cross my mind to do a tinder style long walks down the cigarette infested new york streets and visit all the landscapes.”
harry approached you, leaning against the ledge with a smile playing on his lips. he let out a genuine chuckle, appreciating your sense of humor.
"there's the (y/n) i know," he remarked, his tone filled with affection. "always quick with the sarcasm. it's one of the many things that make you so likable. you have this unique and mysterious charm about you.”
you studied him for a moment, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "secret charm?" you quipped, raising an eyebrow. "i've never really made an effort to talk to anyone, so l'd be surprised if i had any secret admirers.”
“well, allow me to introduce you to one of them,” he said as he took your hand in his and gave it a chest kiss.
harry's expression turned softer, and he took your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on your palm. his eyes held a glimmer of and a hint of seduction.
"i know we haven't always been the closest, but lately, you've been on my mind. a lot," he confessed, bringing your hand to rest against his chest. "i've admired you from afar, and i've been nervous to be around you. you're not just gorgeous, but smart, witty, and so much more. i can't imagine going to prom with anyone else but you. so, would you honor me by being my date?"
your heart skipped a beat with each word he spoke. shock washed over you, and your face revealed a mix of emotions. while you value your friendship with harry, you didn't share the same romantic feelings. you hesitated, searching for the right words to convey your thoughts.
but something about it was off. while his words seemed genuine and soft, his eyes told a different story. they were dark and deceptive, gleaming with an unsettling intensity. it sent a shiver down your spine, making you question his true intentions. the way he stared at you felt predatory, like he was sizing you up, waiting for the opportune moment to strike at his prey. it created an alarming imbalance of power, as if he was counting on something beyond your control.
"harry," you began, your voice gentle but firm. “i’m really sorry for this but i don’t see you that way. i’m flattered but you have to understand… there are other girls that would love to go with you. you’re a heartthrob, y’know? you can get anyone with your appeal. it’s just that i’ve liked gwen for a while and have been waiting for something to happen but-��
“it seems i really can’t get anyone, (y/n),” he spat out in anger. harry's demeanor shifted, his face contorting with anger. he turned slightly away from you, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to regain composure. his tone dripped with bitterness as he spoke. “gwen huh? always gwen, isn’t it?”
“what?” you mouthed in confusion.
"you really think gwen would ever ask you to prom? better yet, you think she likes you?" he sneered, closing the distance between you until your chests almost touched.
“get outta my face, i’m leaving,” you demanded, frustration welling up inside you as you pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance. “harry, fuck off of me.”
but harry's arms held you firmly in place, preventing your escape. his voice took on a mocking tone as he continued to belittle you.
"gwen already has a date. some kid named miles from out of town. she's been talking to him for a while now," he informed you, his words hitting you like a blow. "she doesn't want you, never has. she's just being nice, pretending to be your friend. so i don’t know when or how you tricked yourself into thinking she has any interest in you."
your world seemed to crumble around you, a sickening feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. your legs grew weak, and you struggled to maintain your composure. tears welled up in your eyes, and you wiped them away, attempting to regain your composure before facing him.
“i know, it’s hard to hear. and she’s a fool for ever letting a girl like you slip away,” he continued, his tone shifting once again. "but you deserve better, (y/n). gwen is a selfish coward who only goes after what she wants with no regard for others. you deserve someone who appreciates you. someone like me. let me show you how you should be treated."
you took a step back, turning away from him, your hand instinctively covering your mouth. the tears flowed freely now, and a sense of disbelief washed over you. had you been deluding yourself all this time? was there truly no spark between you and gwen?
a forced smile played on your lips as you turned to face harry again, your entire demeanor transformed. it was as if a switch had been flipped, and you presented a facade that masked your true emotions.
"i'd love to go with you," you spoke weakly, your voice devoid of its usual strength. though you didn't reciprocate his feelings, you wanted a distraction. maybe he could give you the attention he claimed you deserved.
a wide, unsettling smile spread across harry's face, his expression taking on an eerie quality. it was a smile that sent shivers down your spine, as if there was something unsettling behind it. you couldn't shake off the feeling that his happiness wasn't truly about you saying yes.
"i'm glad," he replied, pulling you closer to his side. "let's get you home."
as you made your way back home with harry, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. the once-pleasant and work filled evening had transformed into an uncomfortable walk home. harry's grip on your arm tightened, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully.
you attempted to break the silence, hoping to alleviate the mounting unease. "so, what are we gonna wear? have you thought about it?"
harry's response was curt and lacking his usual warmth. "i have a few ideas in mind. we'll figure it out."
you couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor, his friendly and charismatic personality replaced by something cold and distant. doubts and concerns swirled in your mind, but you couldn't find the energy to voice them. instead, you kept quiet, unsure of how to navigate this unfamiliar territory.
upon reaching your house, you turned to face harry, attempting to gauge his mood. "thanks for walking me home," you told him, your voice laced with uncertainty. "i'll see you at school tomorrow."
harry's eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and unsettling. "no need to thank me," he replied with a slight sneer. "i'll be seeing a lot more of you from now on."
confusion washed over you as you watched him walk away, his figure disappearing into the night. something was undeniably wrong, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger. you retreated into your home, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.
you went into your room and just jumped into your bed and before you knew it your eyes were wet and you blacked out.
it was saturday morning, and the events of the previous night were a blur in your memory. as you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed, you glanced down at your clothes, and suddenly, it all came rushing back. you had spent the entire night looking over old photos of you and gwen, shedding tears, before finally succumbing to exhaustion and taking a hot shower to soothe your emotions.
your face felt tight and slightly flushed as you made your way to the mirror. you examined your reflection, noticing the lingering redness in your eyes and the puffiness of your cheeks. even your voice seemed affected, carrying a hint of strain from the relentless sobbing that had consumed you.
it wasn't the news itself that hurt you. it was fine if gwen didn't have romantic feelings for you because it’s not like you’re entitled to her. if anything, you found relief in knowing that your friendship could still remain intact. but the way harry had delivered it to you was harsh and blunt, forcing you to confront things you hadn't even considered before.
to realize that gwen may have never seen you in a romantic light, not even once, left you feeling foolish. the most humiliating part was the possibility of misreading every interaction, every gesture, and every shared moment. and to learn from harry of all people that she had someone else all along made you question how long she had been interested in miles without ever mentioning it to you. although you had heard his name mentioned a few times, it had never crossed your mind that gwen had feelings for him. and it definitely didn’t cross your mind that they had been talking as of recently.
your phone began to ring, causing a pang of agony to surge through you. "please, let it be a scam call," you silently pleaded, yearning for a moment of solitude to process your thoughts.
reluctantly, you picked up the phone and turned it around to see the caller's identity. it was gwen. you felt conflicted as your stomach began to turn once again. on one hand, you longed to talk to her, driven by the depth of your feelings. but on the other hand, the internal embarrassment you felt made you want to avoid her at all costs.
summoning your courage, you swiped to answer the call. "hi," you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to conceal any cracks.
there was a brief silence on the other end, and then gwen spoke with concern in her voice. "(y/n), are you okay? i tried texting you last night, but you didn't respond," she questioned.
"oh, um, yeah. i've just been having sleepless nights, so i went to bed early," you explained, attempting to brush off the previous night's emotional turmoil. "sorry bout’ that."
"are you sure everything's alright? it sounds like you've been crying," she pressed, genuine worry coloring her words. "if you need someone to talk to or if you want me to come over, just let me know. i’ll be there.”
"i'm fine. i wasn't crying, i literally just mentioned being tired," you replied, irritation seeping into your tone.
"i just want you to be honest with me. can i still come over? i have something i want to tell you," she mustered the courage to ask.
this was gwen's moment. she had been gathering her strength to speak to you about for so long, and now she was ready to make her request.
"yeah, sure. actually, i have something to tell you too," you added, your voice steadier now.
“okay, great- i mean good. i’ll see you later, okay?” she spoke, her voice cheery but a little nervous.
“see you later,” you replied, repeating it back to her as you hung up.
hours had past and it had only made you more anxious. what did she want to tell you? why wasn’t she here already?
you had already changed your clothes and fixed up your appearance to make yourself more presentable. you made sure to put some concealer under your eyes too to try and draw attention away from the puffiness and fading redness.
the knock at your door gave you a temporary relief from the anxiety of your mind as you went to go open it and greet gwen.
“hey,” she greeted, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug.
you hesitated for a moment, but you couldn’t resist the need to feel her touch. you wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her closer. there was something so comforting about her touch and gentleness. you both pulled back as gwen stared deeply into your eyes. her hands drifted from the sides of your waist to the small of your back as both your eyes flicked over each other's features.
“are you gonna raid my fridge or wanna go straight to my room?” you asked, teasing her as you broke the unspoken tension between you two.
she giggled as a smirk appeared on her lips. she gave your back a gentle slap, “hey! and no thank you, i actually wanted to come talk to you about something that’s been on my mind,” she confessed.
“oh okay,” you said silently, leading her to your room.
gwen made herself comfortable as she plopped herself on your bed. she manspreaded her legs as she threw her head back against your wall, giving you a glimpse of her faint adam's apple before looking down at you. her hair had gotten longer since she shaved the sides, turning it into more of an undercut now as it framed her face beautifully. it was moments like these you remembered that gwen had equally good looks to match her personality. god, she was so breathtaking. her outfit was an oversized band hoodie that overlapped the tied flannel shirt around your waist, paired with black leggings and her signature teal converse.
"do you always have to take up all the space in my bed?" you asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you placed your hands on your hips.
gwen responded with a playful groan, accompanied by a mischievous look. "oh please, there's plenty of room," she retorted, patting the empty space next to her, inviting you to join.
taking a deep breath, you couldn't resist the playful banter, and you sat down next to her, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"so?" you prompted, your voice filled with anticipation, hoping she would take the lead in the conversation.
gwen's hesitation lingered in the air, her gaze momentarily shifting away as she gathered her thoughts. "i don't know... i've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and, well, with prom coming up..."
before she could continue, you blurted out your own news, interrupting her. "harry asked me to prom."
the sudden interruption hung in the air, momentarily breaking the flow of the conversation. the nervous smile on gwen's face dropped immediately, and she sat up, her eyes locked onto yours with intensity.
"he what?" she questioned, her voice low and raspy, almost demanding you to repeat yourself.
"harry came here yesterday with flowers and asked me to be his prom date," you explained, sensing gwen's anger starting to simmer.
"(y/n), are you being serious with me right now?" she asked again, slowly rising from the bed as her anger began to surface.
"why the hell would i make any of this up, gwen?" you responded, a touch of frustration in your voice. "he said that he's liked me for a long time and that all he's been thinking about is asking me to prom."
gwen was in shock. anger fueled her thoughts toward harry. could he really be plotting revenge against her like this? was it possible that he would go to such lengths?
"do you think you're the first person he's told that to? he's not what you think," gwen told you firmly, her voice tinged with hurt and anger.
your irritation grew. you couldn't understand why gwen was so angry when she already had a date.
"really? so what is he then?" you questioned, your voice matching her intensity as you stood up to meet her gaze.
"i'll tell you this, he isn't the damn saint you're making him out to be!" gwen exclaimed, her anger palpable. "he's an actor, and if he's got you so hooked with a ten-minute performance, he's probably next in line for an oscar."
you scoffed at her frustration. "you have no business being mad at me for this when you already have your own date. do you want to have your cake and eat it too? because i'm sorry to tell you this, but that's not gonna slide with me. i'm allowed to have fun and talk to whoever i want," you declared, standing your ground.
gwen's eyes furrowed, and she put a hand over her mouth, taking a deep exhale before turning back to you.
"what date? what the hell are you talking about?" she hastily asked.
"don't play with me, gwen. i heard about you and miles. if it's not supposed to be a secret, then why didn't you mention it at all?" you raised your voice, frustration evident.
confusion etched over gwen's face. "did obnoxious osborn tell you this? because it's all bullshit, and he's talking out of his ass. he's literally known for being a heartthrob and making out with random girls in our class under the bleachers. come on, you know better than this," she explained, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern.
“i said don’t play with me, i’m not here to listen to you act childish and sound like a psycho tryna rhyme his name with the first words you can think of from a kids vocab book,” you yellee, quicklime calming yourself down.
you took a deep breath, ready to finish this.
"do i know better?" you repeated, stepping closer to her. "you're always disappearing randomly and refusing to open up about it. you act one way and then another, and you give me so many mixed signals that i've had enough of it!"
it felt like everything was falling apart, like a chaotic mess that couldn't be unraveled. after years of friendship, it was collapsing before your eyes like dominoes.
"i can't talk about it, okay? i have my own stuff, and you've never pressed me to tell you anything about that, so i know that’s not the real reason you’re upset," gwen argued back, her voice strained. "the mixed signals are what i came here to talk to you about, (y/n). i... i don't want to be friends with you anymore!" she admitted, her vulnerability showing through.
the room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. you took a couple of steps back, feeling the ground shift beneath you. is this what harry was talking about? no, you knew better than to trust him over gwen. but in this moment of vulnerability, the conflicting information dragged you in two different directions. was it true that she didn't want to be friends with you, as harry had tried to convince you, or did she see it entirely differently?
gwen put her hands over her face, gripping her hair out of frustration. she tried to step forward, reaching a hand out to you, but you refused, holding your ground.
"shit... (y/n), i didn't mean for it to come out like that," she attempted to explain, her voice choked with tears as she realized the intensity of the situation.
"leave," you told her, your voice stern and harsh.
"what? you can't be serious," she pleaded. "you don't seriously choose his word over mine, do you?"
"no! i just- i just can't do this right now, and i need you to leave," you replied, your voice filled with a mix of pain and frustration.
the room fell into an uneasy silence as gwen stared at you, her eyes wide reflecting her disbelief. slowly, she walked past you, tears streaming down her face as she looked down to avoid your gaze, and left without saying another word.
as the door closed behind her, you sank to the floor, feeling a heavy emptiness settle in your chest. the weight of the broken friendship added a weight onto you, and you couldn't help but question whether things could ever be the same again.
"you told her you didn't want to be friends anymore?" peter asked in disbelief as he leaned against a nearby locker, his eyes fixed on gwen.
gwen let out a frustrated sigh as she slammed her locker shut after putting her books inside, resting her back against it. "i didn't mean it like that, peter. i was just caught off guard. and to make matters worse, harry sabotaged everything," she explained, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "i never even saw it coming.
peter stepped beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "you know (y/n), gwen. she's smart and strong. she won't let harry manipulate her, and deep down, i think you know she doesn't have any real interest in him," he reassured her, urging her to have faith in your judgment.
gwen nodded, her eyes closing shut as she palmed her face. "i know, it's just... the thought of her with harry makes me physically sick," she admitted,
the image of you with someone else haunted gwen's thoughts. and knowing the person was harry, who didn’t even love or care for you, made it so much worse. she knew he could never love you the way she does. he was merely using you as a pawn in his little game, and it infuriated her that you were dragged into this one-sided fight.
"speak of the devil," peter muttered, gesturing for gwen to look down the hallway.
her eyes landed on you, engaged in a casual conversation with your friend liz allen. that was normal, but what wasn't normal was harry by your side, holding your hand as you strolled confidently down the hallway together. gwen's heart sank as she felt her tongue press against the inside of her cheek. he noticed her gaze and it only made his smirk grow.
“i'm gonna go with liz. see you later," you said to harry before walking away, leaving him with a warm smile
on his face.
"i'ii catch up with you later, baby," he replied, his tone affectionate as you disappeared into a nearby classroom.
gwen winced at the nickname, her inner cheek now bearing the marks of her biting down on it. she let out a deep sigh, her eyes still fixed on harry as he made his way over to her and peter.
"why the long face? the frown doesn't suit you," he taunted, trying to provoke a reaction from gwen.
and it worked.
gwen's frustration boiled over, and without hesitation, she grabbed harry by the collar and pushed him up against the wall, surprising him with her sudden burst of anger. the unexpected aggression caught harry off guard, eliciting a loud grunt from him.
"gwen, wait!" peter called out, attempting to intervene and calm her down.
“she’s not just some toy you can pick up and play with until you don’t need her anymore. she has nothing to do this with and you're seriously pathetic for going this low by dragging her into this just to get back at me,” gwen asserted.
harry let out a mocking laugh, trying to mask his surprise. he carefully chose his words, well aware that the hallways were empty at this time.
“but toys are meant to be played with by definition,” he said, his voice dripping with coldness. “does it make you mad when you see her with me? when i get to touch her the way you’ve wanted for so long and you couldn’t? you call me pathetic, but you couldn't even gather the courage to tell her how you feel. holding her hand made you shy away like a little girl," he retorted.
gwen yanked him forward before forcefully slamming him back into the wall. her eyes blazed with fierce determination. "you are the embodiment of pathetic, harry. this whole mess started because i don't like you, and guess what? that hasn't changed. you believe yourself to be sophisticated and superior to everyone else, but all you do is push others down to get yourself where you want to go. you disguise it behind the glamor and the clothes but behind it you’re just a lowlife with no real friends. you aren’t entitled to anybody or anything. and i guess since you’ve been spoiled all your life it’s up to me to teach you that no amount of money or charm will buy you dignity.”
taking a deep breath, gwen eased her grip on his collar, releasing him from her hold. “you think life is one big party and people are just trends you can skip over, but mark my words, you’re in for a rude awakening,” she stated.
"and what are you going to do?" he jeered, mocking her. what could she possibly do to free herself from the drama harry has ensnared her in, purely for his own sadistic pleasure of watching her life crumble?
"you'll see. but next time you dare to pull a stunt like this, remember who you're messing with," she warned, giving harry a menacing glare as she walked away, accompanied by peter.
gwen wouldn’t let harry get away with this. to her, this wasn’t about revenge, this was about you. this was about her doing right by you and treating you how you truly deserved to be treated. she was going to make sure you know exactly how she feels.
the day of prom had arrived, and the anticipation weighed heavily on your shoulders. it was evident that harry's focus lay not in the outfits you both wore, but rather in the desire to be seen with you. perhaps he aimed to stoke gwen's jealousy, to make her realize what she couldn't have.
as you slipped into your dress, its flattering silhouette accentuating your figure with an open back and slit, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. the night you once eagerly anticipated now loomed before you with apprehension. the fallout between you and gwen had left a void, and the lack of communication had extended to peter as well. the thought of addressing the situation felt overwhelming, so you chose the path of avoidance, despite knowing deep down that it may not have been the wisest decision.
occasional conversations with peter only served to reinforce your initial doubts about harry. he told you that he was acting sketchy, his fight with gwen, and you also shared with him the things harry had told you in his little speech. you acknowledged the validity of those doubts, but a part of you couldn't help but harbor anger towards gwen. you longed for her to take the initiative, to approach you and express her true feelings. while you understood her struggle with vocalizing emotions, the prolonged silence of unspoken words and the feeling of being strung along intensified the tension between you. it was a painful realization that your feelings for gwen had no sign of fading away soon, yet they seemed to have no chance to blossom into something more either. the stagnation gnawed at your heart.
the internal conflict in your mind tormented you, a battle between your desire for gwen's love and the frustration of her fears.
as you stood in front of the mirror, the anxiety of the night filled the air. the sound of a car pulling up outside your home signaled the arrival of harry, who had graciously offered to be your escort for the evening.
taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and made your way downstairs to meet harry. as you opened the door, he greeted you with a charming smile, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.
“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” harry stated as he leaned against your door frame. he wore all black which included his blazer and khaki’s, but instead of a button up he fancied himself in a matching black turtleneck. his shoes were equally dark oxford’s that he sported casually.
“who are you, someone’s grandpa?” you asked as a harsh tease.
all he did was chuckle in response, not sensing your bitterness toward him.
"ready for a night to remember?" harry asked, extending his hand to you.
you hesitated for a moment, torn between your heart and your mind. yet, you were in too deep and it felt all you could do now was seize the opportunity to make the best of your prom. you took harry's hand, allowing him to lead you towards the awaiting car.
stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped in luxury. the plush leather seats and the soft ambiance of the car created an atmosphere of opulence. as the vehicle glided through the city streets, you couldn't help but marvel at the passing lights and how beautiful new york looked transformed by the night sky.
you glanced absentmindedly at the raindrops trickling down the window, seeking solace in the gentle rhythm of the drizzle. it acted as a soothing distraction from the swirling thoughts that occupied your mind, thoughts that revolved around one person in particular— gwen.
harry, perceptive as ever, sensed the weight of your emotions.
"you know you made the right decision," he remarked as he edged closer to you, his voice having an untruthful undertone.
you gave him a glare from the side of your eye before turning to face him.
“why do you say that?” you questioned, growing frustrated with everything.
"well, with gwen, you would've never reached this point," he responded simply.
his words stung, it was a bitter realization, one that left a sour taste in your mouth.
a wry smile played on harry's lips as he reached out to adjust the corsage he had bestowed upon you, an accessory chosen not out of admiration, but as a symbol of his possession over you.
harry sensed your conflicted state and attempted to try and ease you up.
"i may have attended plenty of lavish events in this car since i was young," harry continued, a faint shadow of a smile dancing on his lips. "but tonight... tonight feels different with you."
the words echoed hollowly, devoid of the genuine emotions you had secretly yearned for. they were a stark reminder that beneath the glittering facade, harry's intentions were far from pure. you didn’t respond, instead you chose to nod at his words as you recognized you were near the school.
"here we are, mr. osborn," the driver announced, interrupting the tense atmosphere.
harry's face lit up with a triumphant gleam as he turned toward you, extending his hand. reluctantly, you accepted his hand, stepping out of the car, the light raindrops falling around you like a somber symphony. as you made your way towards the entrance, you steeled yourself, preparing yourself for whatever mess that you knew you were about to get into.
as you stepped into the prom venue, a wave of excitement washed over you. the energy was electrifying, with music bouncing off the walls and vibrant lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. the once crappy gym had been transformed into a breathtaking space, adorned with elegant decorations that made the room look so enchanting and full of life.
the makeshift dance floor was enticing, its polished surface gleaming invitingly under the soft glow of the overhead chandeliers. couples twirled gracefully, their movements synchronized with the rhythm of the music. laughter filled the air as friends greeted each other and took pictures.
the walls were adorned with cascading drapes and shimmering streamers, creating a whimsical backdrop. tables were meticulously arranged, adorned with centerpieces of flowers and flickering candles, adding a special touch to the scene. everywhere you looked, the place was alive.
the dj stationed at the center of the room skillfully curated a playlist that blended popular hits and timeless classics. the beats throbbed through the speakers, encouraging everyone to take to the dance floor and lose themselves into the night.
as you made your way further into the so-called venue, you caught glimpses of friends and classmates as they passed by. yet, still no sight of gwen.
as the hours ticked by, you found yourself consumed by an unexplainable longing to see her. the mere thought of seeing her again stirred a whirlwind of emotions within you, leaving you restless on the dance floor and yearning for her presence.
throughout the night, you caught fleeting glimpses of her, mere fragments that left you wanting more. your attention was drawn to the distinct elements that composed her captivating image. her hair, cascading in waves, held a hint of mystery, teasing you with its untamed elegance. the sight of her donning a black leather jacket ignited a sense of rebellious allure, adding an edgy touch to her.
your eyes traced the contours of her neck adorned with a black choker, layered with multiple necklaces, each one a reflection of her individuality. beneath the jacket, a pink dress peeked through, its front short and the back long, while a layer of dark purple added on top.
black knee-length tights hugged her legs and as your gaze descended, you couldn't help but notice the black boots that completed her look.
as you swayed to the music, engrossed in conversation with your friends, harry slipped out of your view, claiming he was going to fetch drinks for the two of you. he made his way to the drink table, where an array of drinks and desserts awaited.
with a hint of mischief, harry muttered to gwen, "oh, don't mind me, just getting a drink for me and my girl." he poured two glasses, a calculated move to incite a sense of jealousy, knowing that gwen had been watching your interactions throughout the night, longing to be the one by your side. “enjoying the night, hannah montana?”
gwen, determined not to let harry's words affect her, initially brushed off his comment. however, his persistent needling proved too much to ignore. "wow, that was the funniest thing you've said yet! you deserve some applause for that one," she retorted sarcastically, her hands mockingly clapping for his attempt at humor.
he smirked watching her get riled up as he took it upon himself to stand next to gwen. he moved closer to her side, leaning in to speak softly into her ear. “sad to think that you thought you’d have the last word in this all, gwen. after this it’s off to college. you really messed up your chances. not even just with (y/n), but with me. we could’ve had something, but you only really care about yourself, huh?” he turned around fully, holding his two drinks ready to leave. “this is it. i have the last word.”
that was enough to do it for gwen.
gwen reached her breaking point. the music slowed down, the dj's announcement filling the air, urging everyone to bring their partners to the dance floor. the crowd surged, people jostling for space, with a few girls even approaching harry for a quick dance, eager to bask in his wealth and fuel his ego.
this was her time.
"hey, we need to talk," gwen said, her grip tight as she grabbed your arm. startled, you looked up at her, surprised to see her so close, determination evident in her eyes.
"yeah, we do," you agreed, allowing her to hurriedly guide you both outside, away from prying eyes and the bustling prom.
as you stepped into the open, the light drizzle that had fallen earlier transformed into a gentle rain shower. the lobby glistened with moisture, and a soft breeze rustled through the nearby trees. gwen's hand tightened around yours, helping you stay stable amidst the slippery ground.
"gwen," you called out, tone laced with concern, but she continued walking, leading you to a secluded spot beside the school lobby. "gwen, enough! you need to talk too," you exclaimed, feeling the urgency mounting within you.
she paused, her hand covering her face momentarily, trying to rein in her frustration. "i need to talk? you didn't even let me explain myself last time, and then i saw you here with him," gwen said, her words pouring out rapidly as she fought to control her emotions. "but that's not why i wanted to talk to you now. look, harry asked me to the prom, and i said no... because i had planned to ask you," she revealed.
your eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and realization washing over you. you had suspected harry hadn't been entirely truthful, but the revelation that gwen had intended to ask you left you speechless.
"what?" you mouthed, struggling to find the right words. "so when you came to my house?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling.
"yes! i was going to ask you," gwen affirmed, feeling relief as you finally began to understand. "i love you, (y/n). you've been my best friend, but i've fallen in love with you. i've been losing sleep over it. you're always there for me, understanding in ways i've never experienced before, and it scares me. i didn't want to tell you because i didn't want to risk losing what we have. the thought of you saying no and jeopardizing our friendship stressed me out so much. i would have rather kept my feelings hidden if it meant i could still have you in my life. but now, i just want to face my fears and say, 'screw it,' because i meant every word that i told you when i went to see you. i don't want to be just your friend anymore, i want to be more."
a silence settled between you, interrupted only by the sound of raindrops cascading down gwen's jacket. tears welled up in your eyes as her words pierced through your heart.
"you like me?" you simply asked, your voice almost breaking.
"more than like," she chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair. "you have no idea."
slowly, you closed the distance between you, your fingers fidgeting with the corsage on your wrist. "i like you too, gwen. love, even," you confessed. "i felt so foolish, thinking there might be something between us. part of me believed it was all in my head, and then harry started messing with me, planting doubts that you would never be interested. it hit me hard, and that's why i went with him. i felt trapped, but i also wanted to see your reaction."
gwen's smile grew, and she gently placed her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you wanted to see if i'd get jealous?" she inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
"yeah, i guess... i felt this thing between us at times, and it made me overthink. i thought that maybe, if you saw me with someone else, you would speak up. and if you didn't, well, it would be a win-win because at least i'd still have a date," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have treated you like this. i just get overwhelmed and scared when i don't think things are gonna work out, so i just avoided it all outta fear."
"don't apologize. both of us got caught up in harry's stupid revenge scheme," gwen said softly, her thumb gently caressing your knuckles.
in the quietude that enveloped you both, you found yourselves staring into each other's eyes. the moonlight filtered through the dark night sky, casting a soft glow upon gwen's features. she looked effortlessly beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, and her hair framing her face. up close, you noticed the delicate touch of makeup—a rosy red on her lips and smokey eyeshadow with a hint of blue.
before you could fully comprehend your own actions, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss upon her lips. it was too quick for her to kiss back.
her eyes widened in shock and you felt her gasp against your lips. with the unspoken tension broken, there was no more denying the feelings that had been building between the two of you.
suddenly, gwen’s lips crashed against yours as her hands moved to grip your waist and hold you close. she melted into you, a moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself
against you and kissed you hungrily. the electricity between the two of you surrounded you, a silent understanding passing between you that changed the dynamic of friendship was changed forever.
gwen parted her lips away from yours as they brushed up against each other in the small distance.
her eyes softened, her gaze searching yours. "you deserve better," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "and i want to be the one who shows you that."
her hands massaged up and down your torso gently as your arms found their way around her neck. “you are better,” you whispered to her.
it was like you and a magnetism to you that gwen couldn’t fight as your words encouraged her to kiss you again. it was like a switch was flipped inside gwen. she'd never experienced something so electrifying before. feeling your lips against hers was pure passion. her heart raced with excitement as she let herself be swept along in the moment. when your lips met hers and your mouths filled with the taste of the other, gwen felt there was no more room for hesitation now, and the two of you were lost in an incredible kiss that couldn't be stopped.
"you don't need this anymore," gwen's voice came out in a hoarse whisper as she reached for the corsage on your wrist, the one harry had given you. her eyes lingered on the delicate blooms, appreciating their beauty for a fleeting moment. then, in one swift motion, she tore the corsage clean off your hand, her grip firm and unwavering. the force with which she removed it almost stung. gwen flung it far behind you, casting it away.
gwen pushed you lightly into a nearby wall, her hand cupping the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt by the impact. she wanted nothing more than to feel you against her, to have your arms wrapped around her as you kissed her again and again. her heart was starting to beat in her chest, and you could feel her breathing quicken.
but still gazing intently into your eyes and keeping her lips inches from your own, gwen briefly backed away. "i think harry's an idiot," she purred, her tone dripping with confidence.
she pulled you close again, her body pressed against yours as if she was trying to collide with you. "he doesn't know anything about you. you're the most amazing, incredible, sweet, adorable..." she paused, her heart racing. "perfect."
a drop of water landed on her nose and slid down her face, causing her to giggle. her radiant smile illuminated the moment, casting a spell of enchantment.
the weight of her words settled upon you, leaving you blissfully captivated. "perfect?" you repeated.
“so perfect, you don’t even have to try,” she replied, her eyes softening as she sees how flustered you get.
gwen leaned in and nibbled your lower lip as she bit the bottom teasingly, just to see how you'd react. "mmm, " she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips against yours again. you felt her lick on your lower lip as she cocked her head to the side to deepen the kiss. your body trembled as gwen's tongue pressed into your mouth. her hands reached out and drew you closer as she gently slipped past your playful resistance and explored your mouth.
her eyelids drifted shut as your tongue stroked hers. this was heaven for her, and your moans were like music to her ears. she ran her hand through your hair, her fingers gently brushing against the back of your neck as she continued to kiss you deeply and passionately. you could feel her other hand running slowly down your back, her fingertips gently trailing your spine. her kisses grew more frantic, her breathing becoming more rapid. all she wanted was you.
gwen felt your cool, plush thighs clamp around her leg as she slid it up between yours through the opening in your dress. her hands slid down your body, one moving past your legs and coming to rest on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze as she began to knead at your skin while the other put a firm hand on your hips. you winced at the sensation of her hand rubbing between your thighs as the opposite hand pushed you down onto her leg. in all the excitement, she had pushed herself closer, now grinding against you as she tried to find some sense of relief.
with the rain, the kiss became even sloppier. your mascara started to drip and streak, and you could feel it on your lashes. your and gwen's lipsticks ended up mixing and smearing up against each other as you were both kissing. gwen broke away from your mouth and started laying a trail of kisses down your jaw, leaving faint red lip prints in their wake. her red rose tinted lipstick was now much more faint and messy around her lips.
gwen lowered her mouth to your neck and began lightly sucking and nibbling. you almost went weak in the knees from the stimulating sensation caused by her lips leaving open mouth kisses on the surface of your skin that reached your collarbone and the curve of your breasts.
“(y/n)?” you heard a voice call.
shit, it was harry.
“(y/n), are you out here?” he called out once more.
gwen lifted herself off your neck and straightened herself as she glanced up at you with half-lidded eyes. peering from behind the wall that offered a semblance of concealment, you saw harry discovering the discarded corsage gwen had ripped off your wrist. he knelt down, his gaze fixated on it.
gwen's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. despite your scolding look, she leaned closer to you, undeterred by the risk of being overheard.
"he's going to hear us, gwen," you warned, aware of the potential consequences.
"so?" she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. "unless you care, because i don't. let him hear."
her audacity caught you off guard, your face flushing as she returned to your neck, this time biting down hard on your skin as you felt the blood rush to the concentrated spots. you were sure they were gonna bruise and turn purple later.
“gwen!” you gasped loud, quickly covering your mouth to muffle her name. she went on, and her unexpected senses caught you off guard.
you made every effort to make sure you weren't too loud for harry to hear, but it was difficult to keep your whines under control.
but gwen knew. when he heard mysterious noises, noticed your discarded corsage, and realized he hadn't seen her go back inside, gwen knew he was aware based on the way she noticed in the corner of her eye how his face twisted. he ultimately stood up and turned around as he headed back inside.
with a soft pop, gwen pulled away from your neck. she stared attentively at you as you were breathing heavily against the wall. it was a gaze that held the power to captivate, like a masterful musician surveying their latest composition. in that moment, you felt like a canvas, waiting to be explored and transformed by her artistic touch.
“perfect and beautiful,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. “i’ve wanted to do that for so long- not the makeout and hickey thing. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed it even if it moved a little fast but uh… the kiss part. i wanted to kiss you for a while to see how it felt.”
even though gwen was touching you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear with complete confidence, you grinned at how nervous she had become. wrapping your arms around yourself, you shivered slightly, the rain casting a chill upon you.
“you’re cold? hold on,” gwen's concern was immediate as she swiftly removed her leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “here, much better than getting hypothermia.”
you chuckled at her teasing as you felt her cheeks heat up. "thank you," you whispered, hugging her briefly.
she smiled down at you, admiring how you looked in her clothes. "no need to thank me. you look stunning in it," she complimented, a mischievous smirk gracing her lips.
as you emerged from your hiding place, she seized your hand.
“what do we do now?” you asked her.
gwen turned to you, a rebellious glint in her eye. “well, i’m over this prom thing,” she admitted as she pulled you closer, her hand releasing from yours to wrap her arm around your waist and hold you snugly against her side. “wanna get outta here?” she asked.
a smile played on your lips as you nodded in agreement. "yes, let's do it," you replied.
just as you both contemplate your next move, your phone vibrates, signaling a new message.
“don’t tell me it’s him,” she groaned as you nodded, confirming her suspicion.
she extended her hand, silently requesting your phone. "can i?" she asked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
handing her your phone, you watched as gwen opened the camera app and positioned it in front of both of you. "smile!" she declared, capturing the moment with a click. the picture was you smiling as gwen held you jaw gently, planting a kiss on your cheek.
with the photo now saved on your phone, gwen's mischievous side took over. she swiftly navigated through your messages until she found harry's name. grinning devilishly, she selected his contact and attached the newly taken photo.
"just gonna let him know you won’t be coming back," gwen remarked, her voice full of wicked delight. without hesitation, she composed a short message to accompany the photo, her fingers dancing across the screen.
harry : (y/n) where did you go? you missing out sent at 8:53
you : hey harry, it’s gwen. she’s a little busy right now.
you : me and (y/n) are kinda over this prom night so we decided to do our own thing so i promise you we won’t be missing much. hope you enjoy the photo tho!! sent at 9:00
"there you go," gwen told you as she giggled to herself. "let's see how he likes that."
‘it feels good to be petty’ she thought, handing your phone back. the sky stretched out above, an expanse of darkness that seemed to swallow the world below. it was a canvas painted in shades of ebony and indigo, adorned with the twinkling jewels of distant stars. the rain had dampened her hair, causing it to cling to her forehead in an alluring fashion.
“so, my place? i have food,” she suggests, a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.
you laughed at how casual it was. you two, ready to go to prom and dressed up, would now rather just go to her house and eat whatever leftovers she had to offer.
"wow, how fancy," you jested, your tone filled with playful sarcasm. "please, take me anywhere but here."
together, you left, leaving behind the glitz and glamor of prom and harry’s drama to finally have the night you and gwen deserved. as you stepped away from the whirlwind of glittering lights and laughter, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you in her presence. for just an instant, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. although you had fully anticipated having the most miserable prom and an even worst summer, you were now fully content. you had gwen, and that was all you could ask her.
she was just glad she could steal you back faster than he took you.
A/N: it’s finally here….😽😽
© 2023 primaviva
#🪽— angel’s series#gwen stacy x reader#gwen stacy x you#gwen stacy x y/n#gwen stacy#ghost spider x reader#gwen x reader#astv x reader#atsv gwen#ghost spider#astv x you#astv x y/n#spiderverse x you#spiderverse x y/n#spiderverse x reader#astv imagines#gwen stacy angst#astv fanfic#marvel x reader#mcu x reader#spider gwen x reader#spider gwen#across the spiderverse#spiderman astv#spiderman across the spiderverse#astv fluff#gwen stacy imagine#astv gwen#gwen spiderverse#gwen and miles
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Part 2 of Eddie Making Jewelry For Steve; Part 1 here / Part 3 here / Part 4 here
Steve had figured it out after the second little box that was left on the Family Video counter.
He didn’t see Eddie leave it, he was too involved in his conversation with Robin that happened to be about his panic surrounding Eddie.
See the thing is, he knew there were bisexual people and he knew he liked men for years.
But saying it outloud and falling for his best friend? Well, that was a whole other thing.
The way Steve figured it out was the handwriting on the little notes. It felt a little crazy comparing his Family Video card paperwork to the notes, but Robin was the one who suggested it.
Eddie looped his lowercase Es tightly, to the point they almost looked like Cs. And his Is were always lowercase with a circle instead of a dot.
It really just had to be him leaving the beautiful pieces that made Steve’s heart melt and his stomach fall out his ass. Although, he still had his doubts. There was no way his dream guy was just being that fucking perfect, that wasn’t usually how Steve’s life went.
But oh god did he sure have hope.
Steve thought he was being obvious that he knew, wearing the ring that he had fallen in love with in front of Eddie. He even fidgeted with it and caught Eddie staring at it before the other man quickly looked away.
He couldn’t help but tear up in the Beamer after the outing, asking Robin for advice only resulted in drunken living room karaoke, not a plan.
Steve tried to ask where he got his pieces once so maybe him and Robin could run surveillance like old times, but Eddie ended up being vague and elusive.
When Steve brought Nancy into the secret op, she suggested a stake out which felt like stalking. She started a board with dates and drop off locations and roughly estimated it was every 2-4 weeks on dates Steve was usually busy.
It was coming up on almost a month since the last drop and Steve was practically showing off with the last chain, making sure his polo was just open at top enough for Eddie to see.
The flushing across Eddie’s cheeks into his chest was everything, but still his metalhead said nothing.
It was time for Nancy’s plan.
Steve dropped days he’d be busy, watching as Eddie seemingly made a mental note of them. His feigned disappointment was shaky, Steve hoping he’d just blurt it out without confrontation.
But alas, nothing.
Nancy put on her ‘undercover journalism best’ aka a literally just a black sweater and black pants, borrowing her parents car instead of using her own. And I’m that moment Steve felt—
“Am I crazy? Is this whole thing crazy?” Steve paces the Family Video aisles between romance and comedy, which felt pretty fitting considering his love life was a joke.
Robin places a hand on his shoulder and gives him that all encompassing look between the fact that she thinks it’s completely sane, but also really fucking crazy.
“You want to know for sure, right? Not just the handwriting or little weird glances?”
Steve sighs and then nods slowly, he really did want to know for sure. But the problem is what came after.
“Okay then, we’ll just see what Nancy says then hmm? For all we know it could be a boring—“
As if on cue, the walkie they stole from the kids crackles.
“Steve—it’s for sure him, he just—“
“HE JUST WHAT?! WE NEED ANSWERS WHEELER,” Robin shouts into the speaker before Nancy can even finish, Steve grabs the walk-in out of her hand with a scoff.
“Say sorry to your eardrums for her Nance— so wait, what happened?” Steve tries to shove down his nerves, but his fingers on the device tremble.
“He leave something in your mailbox, do you want me to—“
“Steve, GO!”
He really needs to teach her what an inside voice is.
“Are you—“
“I’ll cover you, if Keith comes back I’ll—I’ll make up a dead aunt or say you ripped your pants, I don’t know! I’m not good under pressure, you know how I get Steve. Goddamnit, just go before I start rambling!”
Steve nods and handing her the walkie, running out the door. He knows he breaks the speed limit on the way home, knows if he gets pulled over he can just use the Hopper card. He normally wouldn’t, but extreme times and all that.
Nancy is pulled into the drive when he gets there, popping out when she sees him pull up next to the mailbox.
“Hey I wanted to stay, for you know, support,” she says with a small smile, seeming to enjoy this all way too much.
“Nance, you didn’t have to—“
“Yes I did, Steve. Now fucking open it before me and Robs burst a blood vessel.”
Steve nervously chuckles, his fingers twitching on the mailbox door before pulling it down to a little red box.
‘Stevie, something different,’ is all it reads.
He shares a glance with Nancy, before pulling it out.
#CLIFFHANGER BITCHES#tag list will be in the reblog!!!#my best friends funeral is Sunday so uhhhh dont know when part 3 will be out#WOWOWOW DID NOT EXPECT PART ONE TO BE SO LOVED!!!#i really don’t like part 2 but I’ll survive#I’m usually confident in my steve but I’m like ehhhh bc ficlet form#BUT YAY STEVE IS PINING TOO!!!#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things 4#steddie ficlet#codependent stobin#platonic stobin#platonic stancy#AS IT SHOULD BE#im actually like a super huge fan of platonic stancy#CAN I GET AN AMEN FOR#self aware bi steve????#SEMI SELF AWARE he’s just not like ‘what are bi people’ but also i have friends who didn’t know it was an option#im very protective of previously unaware gays its valid!!!#steddie ring ficlet#part 2 of steddie ring ficlet
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the bell test with taylor hebert reincarnated as naruto would really be a wholeass circus of insanity. girlie is unhinged enough to make ninja double-take and it shows.
when kakashi says to come at him with deadly intent you know she would ask for it in writing. "it's generally frowned upon to kill superiors," says taylor, who is pretty sure she would have heard by now if promotion could be earned through murder around here. "in case we succeed I'd like a guarantee we won't get in trouble."
homegirl is only preoccupied with the political backlash and completely unphased by the idea of yknow. killing a dude. and since they're literally being trained to be child soldier mercenaries she doesn't think that anyone else would see it as weird. but kakashi obviously does because uh, hello, she is a fresh graduate in peacetime? why is this kid so chill?
tay also spent the entire morning trapping the training grounds to high heavens with poisoned wire. so you know sakura is convinced by now that all those rumors about uzumaki being a dangerous maniac are 110% true. sasuke is just hnn-ing to the side in agreement of taylor's perfectly sensible request of their sensei, because he is also his own brand of fledgeling unhinged.
kakashi would then pull out like an old receipt or something and scrawl messily on the back of it, because trolling is 30% of his personality (the other 70% is trauma). and as soon as taylor grabs the note, confirming she indeed has permission to go all out, she's all *mentally cracks knuckles*
mans said lethal force? aight bitch lets play.
ten minutes later kakashi has a newfound hatred of tay's specialized stinkbombs and a healthy respect for flashbang tags. girlie did her research the night before and brought an arsenal to target sensitive noses and magic eyes, alongside the usual oodles of poison because her reaction to learning she was immune to most kinds had even the endbringer-equivalent in her stomach feeling wary.
ofc taylor wasn't able to actually kill kakashi. but because she is a totally sensible and sane girl her reaction to not being able to defeat a former black ops captain at twelve years of age is to be disappointed. the fact she couldn't even lightly maim him has tay wondering if she's destined for failure and death, because that is of course a very normal thing to think after you put a jounin on the back foot in battle. I love her.
kakashi is now wondering how on earth he's going to wrangle this feral child and jokes on you mfer the answer is you won't.
#taylor uzumaki au#taylorpinions#shinobipinions#naruto#parahumans#taylor hebert#kakashi hatake#sakura haruno#sasuke uchiha
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My Fave Sherlock BBC AUs - Magical Realism
Around mid-month I’ll do a fic rec list with my fave AU genres or tropes. Summaries are taken from OP on AO3.
Not always tagged with “Magical Realism”, these fics feature supernatural beings and/or circumstances. No vampires, demons and merfolk here, they already have their own lists. No ghosts as well, they’ll get a rec list of their own later.
“The Horse and his Doctor” by khorazir @khorazir
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3591864
Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.
“The Summer Boys” by khorazir
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8460733
About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock.
“Rise and Fall” by All_I_need @the-reading-lemon
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5968354
Sherlock Holmes is a Fallen looking for a distraction. John Watson is an invalided soldier looking for a flatshare. When they meet, both get more than they bargained for. But while Sherlock keeps John in the dark, someone else is patiently making sinister plans for the two of them.
“The destruction of ice” by All_I_need
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18898750
The year is 2081 and Sherlock Holmes never expected to encounter a threat to his Silence, the conditioning that keeps him sane and unfeeling. John Watson, on the other hand, never thought he'd find a flat in London. He certainly didn't expect to find one that comes with a Psy flatmate: brilliant, emotionless and more intriguing than John would like. When a series of brutal, random murders shakes London to its core, it is up to them to stop a vicious psychopath - preferably before Sherlock's latest experiment gets them both killed.
“The Wicked Path of Destiny” by hogwartswitch
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3531719
To save the man he loves, Sherlock sacrifices his life to become the God of Death for eternity. He walks the earth in a new, monstrous form, but a part of him has always remained human. John Watson has been touched by tragedy from his first breath. After losing all of his loved ones, he finds himself at the wrong end of a bullet. A prophecy, an act of sacrifice, and an epic quest for redemption link their destinies irrevocably.
“Darkling, I listen” by You_Light_The_Sky @youlighttheskyfanfiction
https://archiveofourown.org/works/396130
No one who enters old London ever comes out. They say that the beast devours them. When his sister disappears, John ventures into the dead zone beyond the wall, and finds a brilliant madman under a terrible curse...
“Not the hands that kill” by You_Light_The_Sky
https://archiveofourown.org/works/388864
Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.
“A study in strays” by philalethia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397611
John Watson moves to 221B Baker Street. Unfortunately, the flat's already occupied.
“Left” by lifeonmars
https://archiveofourown.org/works/639976
John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.
“How to sell your soul and get it back” by WhatIfIAmInsane @whatifiaminsane
https://archiveofourown.org/works/9811478
Sadly unfinished but still so good!
Sherlock made a deal with the devil, quite literally. After years of drug abuse and neglect his body wouldn’t let him go on. Obviously, it happened right when he had finally found something to make his life interesting. The logical response was to offer his soul in exchange for a working transport. That had happened when he was 27. Now, at 34, he gets an unexpected visitor. The devil needs a favour and is offering Sherlock’s soul as payment.
“Hell Sent, Heaven Bound” by ConsultingHound
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15915207
Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?
“Chaos Theory” by entanglednow @entanglednow
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1718366
"You want me to let him go, of course," Mycroft says, before John even opens his mouth to speak.
“Mineralogy in slow motion” by entanglednow
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1248079
All John wants is somewhere to spend the next few months, while he's blind as a bat. Just the next few months. The doctors were optimistic.
“Genius of the bottle” by GoldenUsagi @fancybedelia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1718333
The last thing John expected to find in the desert was a bottle containing a genie named Sherlock.
“An impermanent destination” by GoldenUsagi
https://archiveofourown.org/works/2229504
Out of all the species on the planet, dragons were the only ones that had a human level of intelligence. And that’s why they were the most dangerous.
“Anachronisms” by GoldenUsagi
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1248034
“Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” “We’re gods created by an age that had no use for them. I would be surprised if something weren’t. We were never welcomed by the others, nor adored by humanity. We should have withered long ago.”
“Secrets of the mind” by kryptaria @kryptaria
https://archiveofourown.org/works/445564
In a world where almost a tenth of the population are born gifted, psychics and nulls live side-by-side, without fear or prejudice. Children are tested in their late teens. Those who are gifted are trained in the safe use of their gifts. After training, they are tattooed with the mark of their gift, proudly displayed for all to see. Throughout history, the most feared serial killers and mass murderers have been multis: psychics born with multiple gifts. To be a multi is to be fated for a lifetime of incarceration for the good of society. There is no way to hide a psychic gift — no way to escape detection.Unless you’re Sherlock Holmes.
“Trenchcoats and Capes” by jomochi (Jominerva)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/6087484
He’s twirling a strand of hair around the finger of his other hand. His coat, which honestly looks more like a cape than anything, is spread out beneath him. His chest rises and falls slowly with calm breaths, the tight black material of his suit stretching to accommodate the movement. John has seen many pictures of him but not one did him any justice. The sight before John is breath-taking. It isn’t right. Evil shouldn’t look this good.
“Curse of the Were-Tuna” by WhoGroovesOn
https://archiveofourown.org/works/4607241
John couldn’t help but feel as though the large tuna beyond the glass was staring at him, which was weird because it’s not like fish had eyelids, they always seemed to be staring at things.
“Stranger at the gate” by bendingsignpost
https://archiveofourown.org/works/334825
As far as initiation rites go, kidnapping a human doctor from a defended town ought to seem extreme. When James Moriarty offers him the challenge, Sherlock never considers saying no. (Fantasy vampire AU)
“Man and Beast” by Jupiter_Ash
https://archiveofourown.org/works/496440
Sherlock is a werewolf who is captured by a facility which wants to experiment on him. When John is placed into his cage they expect Sherlock to attack him, but instead, he tries to mate with John.
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Kinktober day 3
Blood play
Prompts by the lovely @kroas-adtam as usual
Swiss x aether
Yes I got carried away as usual. This was my chance to be weird and I’m fucking taking it. This isn’t safe and it’s barely sane (it’s not sane)
Aether gives Swiss a tattoo.
Cw obv blood, tattoos, unsafe tattooing practices. Op has tattoos but needs to be weird so she’s ignoring normal safety regulations. Weird about blood and pain and just be …. Be careful with this one y’all pls
To be fair it was aethers idea.
Swiss can’t be the one to blame. Hell dew had been the one who bought the tattoo gun in the first place. It started as a joke, something to mess around with in their spare time. Maybe give each other some small smiley faces while the other was too high to care.
Again, it was a joke.
Aether was the one who couldn’t stop watching, seeing them at the kitchen table, dew grazing the side of Swiss’s arm with the gun. Seeing the small beads of blood well up and aether couldn’t help but notice how swiss was biting his lip, staring at the blood intently.
Dew wrapped his arm carefully after wiping it down and earned a sharp hiss from the multi ghoul, the fresh wound was surely hot to the touch, sensitive.
It also wasn’t aethers fault when he had instinctively grabbed Swiss’s arm to get his attention, accidentally grabbing the fresh tattoo. Swiss inhaled sharply and pulled away. It was truly an accident, but aether couldn’t help but take the sounds he made when he was grabbed and replay them over and over again in his mind. Just meaningless gasps and even a whimper as the needle shot in his arm? realistically he knew he was getting too worked up over it. Assumed he just needed a hunt, it had been a while anyways.
He quickly let go of Swiss’s arm after a pause that seemed just slightly too long.
“Shit sorry man”
“ ‘s all good” Swiss smiled
Aether approached him about it the next day after a long night of keeping himself up thinking about it. Just, simply asking if he could also give him a tattoo. Just a bonding thing, something fun to do since he loved watching him and dew so much, and of course Swiss immediately agrees. He picked out two small leaf stems to wrap across his hips, something aether found online that he knew Swiss would love.
They sit across from each other at the table, machine already set up. Swiss has on low hanging sweatpants, pulled down just enough for aether to have access to his hip bones. Aether almost drools at the trail of hair on his stomach, fuller bush peaking out the top of his waistband.
“I uh-“
“What’s up?”
“You need to sit in my lap” aether blurts out, blushing.
its hard for swiss to keep a smile off his face, watching aether fluster over just seeing him shirtless is something he could revel in for days, “I need to what?”
“I- just, I can’t tattoo you at this angle, it would be easier if you sat in my lap” the excuse technically made sense if it wasn’t for aether already starting to chub in his pants and not being able to take his eyes off of the curve of Swiss’s hips. He truly was irresistible.
And so swiss did, straddles aethers hips and grabs his shoulders to lean back so he could have full access to his hip bones.
Aether uses one hand to keep him in place, a firm grip on the side of his hips, the other holds the tattoo gun. He drags the needle across his hip bone.
ink and blood mix on the surface, a black and burgundy dark concoction. He could feel Swiss inhale, breathing picking up, sweats a bit.
As aether gets lower, Swiss jerks his hips forward at the pain, flinching.
“You ok?”
“M fine” he pants
Aether outlines some of the smaller leaves, slowly going over and shading each one carefully. Hes particular, probably slower than he needs to be, but it’s more of an excuse to keep Swiss like this.
Swiss continues to pant in his lap. He tries to sit still, but can’t help but flinch every couple of minutes when aether goes over a couple spots more than a couple times. There’s a point where Swiss is almost certain he’s trying to make him writhe on purpose, but he has no proof beyond a particular glint in aethers eye.
Aether slides a hand around his neck, pulling sharply at his locs “you need to sit still baby”
And he does, only jumping at the harsh dry paper towel that slid across the artwork. Swiss feels dizzy, his hips sting, and aether wiping the blood off of him has him almost seeing white.
It’s hard not to notice a distinct tightness in his boxers, he can’t tell if it’s from the strong commanding hand that keeps his neck in place, or the way the sharp needle has him rock his hips against aethers. Whatever it may be, it has him embarrassingly worked up.
Aether wraps the tattoo in plastic, knowingly teasing his arm over Swiss’s hard cock trapped in his sweatpants.
“You turned on from that? Watching me mark you up permanently? Watching me wipe the blood from your skin?”
The multi ghoul cant speak, words catching him off guard, he just nods and pants.
“You wanna ride me baby boy?”
It’s not Swiss’s fault he can’t control himself.
In one swift motion, aether has pulled his own pants down just enough to free himself and helps Swiss slowly pull down his own, doing his best to mind his artwork and not put him in too much pain.
He lowers down, gasping at the stretch and where the wounds on his hips burns from all of the movement.
“Come on, I know you can take it”
Aether bucks up, making him see stars. It was a harsh feeling, aether fucking up into him, dragging his body across the fresh tattoo. His skin burned, he was too full, Swiss wants to sob.
too much too much too much too much too much
He continues to bounce, a steady mind numbing rhythm that he prays distracts from everything else going on. Aether hand on his cock has him practically drooling. Nothing completely distracts from the pain but he would be lying if he said he couldn’t get enough of it
A loud whine racks his body when he finally comes, white liquid leaking onto the thin plastic.
Aether lightly drags his fingers along the hot tattoo, gathering his release and fingering it into Swiss’s mouth.
It was aethers idea after all.
#my bad fr#ok it’s not that bad#maybe it is#aethers allowed to be weird bc I love him#swiss is always weird and I hate him#sigh#the band ghost#ghost#fanfic#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#swiss ghoul#aether ghoul#wrath writes#nsft#blood#kinktober
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Hiii! Sorry if you have already done something similar, but I wanna ask how the OP hotties would comfort a chubby S/O who is insecure about their body :o
Kizaru ✨
He would compliment them and try to make them feel like the most beautiful person in the world because that’s how he sees them.
Akainu🌋
He would be more of action kind of person who would be more affectionate and avoid topics that make his S/O uncomfortable.
Ryokugyu 🌱
He would openly say how sexy and amazing his S/O is and that he fell in love with more than just their physical appearance.
Fujitora 🐅
He would have long conversations with his S/O and reassure them that he loves them the way they are, “…my soul has never been at so much ease…since I’ve met you…”, he’d say gently.
Sir Crocodile 🐊
He would bring his S/O to his lap and nuzzle his face into their chest, “…I swear you’re the only person who knows how to relax me after a long day of dealing with work”, he’d say before wrapping his arms around them.
Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩
He’d smack his S/O ass and pulled them close to him, “…you’re the only person who can talk any damn sense into me and that means the world to me that you’re mine and I’m yours…I’m the luckiest fucking man in this world to you”, he’d say as he looked into their eyes and smile wildly.
Benn Beckman 🔫
“…you always look beautiful to me, sweetheart…especially when you wake up “, he’d say teasingly.
Katakuri Charlotte 🍡
He would assure his S/O that his eyes are only for his S/O and they are magnificent in every way.
Killer🔪
He would hold and caress his S/O, “…for every beast…he has his beauty to keep him sane…and you, my sweet, are truly a beauty to behold”.
Kaido🐉
“It’s takes an unbelievably brave, bold and strong person to be able to love and handle me as well you do my love…and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes too”, he’d say with a smile.
King 👑
“…to me, you are the light of my life…the only person who has me wrapped around their finger and I have no desire to be released ever…”, he’d say as he held his S/O close to him and caressed them lovingly.
Queen👑
“…baby, that ass was made just for me to smack and grab…and I wouldn’t have it any other way “, he say with a smirk.
Izou🔫🔫
He would pull his S/O close and look into their eyes longingly, “…not everyone can understand each other the way we do…you’re the only person who can make me feel like I belong in this strange world, my love “, he’d say as he gave them some sincere kisses.
Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒
He’d lavish his S/O with kisses and cuddles and be there for them when they need someone to talk to.
Oven Charlotte 🍞
He’d make time for them and spend hours of his day just pampering them and just being present in the moment with his beloved.
Buggy🤡
He would be supportive of them and be an active listener when they need him to be.
Marco the Phoenix 🦅
He would tell him how beautiful they were just as they are and would be completely supportive of them.
#ooc#one piece#one piece akainu#akainu sakazuki#sir crocodile#crocodile one piece#one piece kizaru#donquixote doflamingo#kizaru borsalino#doflamingo one piece#aramaki ryokugyu#ryokugyu one piece#fujitora issho#fujitora one piece#benn beckman#katakuri charlotte#katakuri one piece#killer one piece#king one piece#queen one piece#kaido one piece#izo one piece#izou one piece#dragon d monkey#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#marco the pheonix#marco one piece#charlotte oven#oven one piece
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I know this may be a bit of a hot take and you might disagree with me
... But I think the story would've been better if Izuku stayed quirkless.
If he did, the whole "anyone can be a hero" message wouldn't be as flat or limited. And his past wouldn't be ignored completely. Including actually seeing more of the world's flaws.
And the thing is I'm expecting him to be Batman or Ironman, I just wanna see him struggle to keep up with those with quirks and prove that those without quirks can be good heroes.
You don't need an op power or facing big bad villains to tell a good story. Sometimes internal or simple conficts like these can be enough.
Hmm... you know, you're not wrong. A lot of the problems I have (before Hori starting rushing to finish, anyways) have to do with the focus on power levels.
Granted, a lot of the plot would have to be vastly changed, AFO flat out removed, at least from the present (I don't care how crippled he is, him being trapped in a wheelchair wouldn't stop someone who has potentially all and any Quirks from being game breaking hax), and so on, but... it could definitely work; the shape of it is there.
The League, for example: early on especially, the focus on them seemed to be about their cause, about each of them had a problem with something that they wanted better. It was hard to take it seriously, though, when the only ones with any development were nuts, and those without it just didn't care to object to whatever murders they got into. Like, Dabi: in a horrifying way, he's the sane one out of the developed League members. He has a goal, he has steps to get there, there's at least a bare bones plan, and he's willing to put in the work and not blab about it to make it happen. This puts him head and shoulders above everyone else, whose planning seems to be, 'If we kill enough people everything will work out'.
Dabi is, I say this again, nuts. He's a suicidal sort-of-anarchist out to tear the present order just to watch it die and plans to murder his family, whose power set explicitly hurts him all the time. He's literally The Man Too Angry To Die; Dabi should be the crazy one of the team, not the sane one.
Meanwhile, Toga is a victim of societal and familial abuse. Toga wants to be accepted for who she is. She wants a family, love. It's just that, instead of talking about abnormal Quirks, or how society doesn't accept them, or how she wants to, like, drink a blood bag in public without issue and that's OK, her actual, genuine goal is A, to have the freedom to attack and kill anyone she finds 'cute', and B, to have a friend group that accepts that as valid.
Shove down everyone's crazy levels under the Dabi Benchmark of Sanity, take away AFO's direct influence, and suddenly the League is far more dealable for a Quirkless hero, but also has a mission statement that you can sympathize with.
Stain is, I've said, blatantly two dimensional, and tries to murder one of the most actively outgoing and helpful heroes we've seen in the series for being 'false'. Flesh him out, give him actual 'acceptable' targets, and that's a thing that could get a lot of play.
UA could still be the focus, but with less life risking bullshit, and more focus on Izuku proving himself and struggling at every step against the Quirkless prejudice that used to be a thing until Izuku stopped being Quirkless. Bakugou's assholishness, Aizawa's biases, the non-hero classes apparent jealousy of the hero course, the mediatization of heroics; all of these could easily drive the story for a long while.
Hell, All Might as the faded hero mentor could still be a thing; there's some good fanfic out there about him taking Izuku under his wing without passing on OFA. The dynamic was so wholesome while it was allowed to exist in canon that I'm a sucker for it, and it'd be great for him not to be shoved in a corner as an incompetent has-been, and instead continue to be an actual character who does things.
...Though there's a question of how much of the not Quirk powers would remain; it's clear that MHA bodies can, for no apparent reason, operate at levels far beyond human, even when it has nothing to do with anything. Endeavor gets smeared across several buildings by that High End and is still intact, Toga has not!teleportation and is a defacto super ninja for no apparent reason other than allowing her to fight toe to toe with people who can level buildings, Gran Torino gets stabbed through approximately all of his organ and lives... if you get rid of those, it'd cut down on how DRAMATIC a lot of the fight would be for sure (which is pretty much the point, just flashily smashing people into and through walls or buildings, or blowing them up, just to see it happen... also, it'd probably be good if Bakugou's building wrecking gauntlets weren't a thing), but it'd raise the stakes when someone getting punched through the stomach actually kills them, and force more time on thought out fights, and things that aren't fighting.
These, along with points I and others have raised before, could all be uses to make a tighter plot about society, about what it means to be a hero, not one guy who breaks the setting with his bullshit Quirk and his one perfect counter he accidently made then failed to stop, despite his overwhelming superiority in every possible way, for probably close to a century until it became too strong for him to beat.
Then we could go back to characters with characterization, an Izuku who we root for, a story with acknowledged trauma and biases, all the things MHA still tries to pretend to be about, even though it's clear at this point it's just about how launch the strongest blow.
In other words, restrict the scale of it to concentrate on a better story, not better powers.
#ask#mha critical#bnha critical#Plot not powerlevels#The Dabi Benchmark of Sanity#quirkless midoriya izuku#comic book 'peak' human
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PUBLIC POLL: Where do you think this relatively recent thing comes from, where people read every post on social media as if it's literally and directly telling them what to do with their lives? That is, fewer and fewer people seem to read the words of strangers as just One Man's Opinion, or as something they can simply ignore if it doesn't apply to them or sounds too flawed to worry about. The whole "let people enjoy things"-thing is obviously the prime example: If you invite me to your house to show me your favorite thing, and I come over and I'm incredibly rude about it to your face, that sucks and I'm in the wrong; but if I post something critical of your favorite thing on the internet and we don't even know each other, then you should really have the self-confidence to ignore me and not feel like I'm dangerously capable of preventing you from doing anything at all. Moreover, you don't even have to tell me you disagree with me if it's just patently obvious that we don't share the same worldview or sources of pleasure or whatever, and there's nothing to be gained from one of us trying to force the other to change their mind. I'm no threat to you, and you're no threat to me. But it feels like that's not how more and more people act these days, everybody seems to see regular old venting and opining as like a form of legislative peril that they need to defend themselves against.
PS --and I think this might be somehow linked to the anxiety around making sure that all fiction represents things that would be OK for real life, and if it doesn't, then it requires some sort of elaborate deposition on the author's personal ethics. It seems like this is not just about whether art needs to have moral integrity just on principle, but it's rooted in the idea that fiction is being fed into people's brains like a script and they'll just start imitating it helplessly so we better make sure it's all safe and sane, or else; that's the only reason immorality or amorality in fiction would be a threat. It's like there was a moment not too long ago where cultural literacy was finally becoming a thing--where a lot of people started to perceive subtext and politics and social context in what they consume for the first time, which is a positive development--but then it all went downhill when the reaction was to attack any art that can't be used as a sound instruction manual for living, which is not the right response. The viewpoint sees everything as propaganda, and it also treats everything like it SHOULD be propaganda, which is pretty bizarre. But I think whatever is motivating that behavior could also be motivating the perception that the opinions of random internet strangers pose some kind of existential threat to your lifestyle and freedoms, and you absolutely have to make sure OP knows they can't tell you what to do. As if that weren't perfectly clear in the first place.
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Tsuna and Byakuran :)
Two of my favs. For Tsuna, I can toss him into so many AUs. Also he has a deadbeat dad but like I don't rly feel like he actually misses him or anything so no daddy issues for Tsuna, and lbr he's better off without Iemitsu around anyway. And I know Tsuna is the token sane one of the group but also he can go from cringing at violence to oneshotting a man into ash and dust so you can't rly say he isn't insane lmao.
As for Byakuran, I like him less than Tsuna but sometimes I get the urge to toss him into crossover AUs cuz like he could be so OP (he was OP in canon until they had to nuke him cuz otherwise the heroes wouldn't win lmao) and I like dropping that sort of character into other fandoms' shenanigans. For example imagine a Bleach AU where he's reborn as Ichigo, complete with the white hair and purple eyes, it wouldn't even be that far-fetched cuz the hair can just be a Quincy throwback (hi Ryuuken) and the eyes would give everyone a heart attack cuz they're basically the colour of the Hougyoku. (And now that I'm thinking about it, Gojou Satoru could also work, the blue eyes match even better, but I can't write Gojou since idk JJK so Byakuran would be easier.)
ANYWAY. Just saying. Also the amount of Fucking Trauma that canon never rly delved into with him but that I can dump on him is delicious cuz damn seeing all those parallel timelines would drive anyone insane.
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I should really be grading what am I doing?! Zooming in on David Tennant's face, that's what!!! Since the last post was mostly glasses I love (or at least would totally wear) I decided to post a few I don't care for but are still objectively fashionable, which means it's an AVIATOR PARTY
First, Much Ado About Nothing:
I'm not going to figure out Tate's glasses here* because this is not a Catherine Tate Wearing Sunglasses blog (go make one and we can be weird friends). I've spent more time than is sane trying to determine whether David is, in fact, wearing Oliver Peoples BUT NOT JUST ANY, NO! I think these could be the same OPs that Brad Pitt wore in Fight Club. It makes sense! Playing Benedik as a freewheeling sorta lovable douche is what he definitely pulled off here and these glasses are exactly that vibe.
There's a chance I'm just connecting-strings.jpg and they're Valorosos though. This is where I admit that I go by known price range and brands that David tends to wear a litttttle bit when stuck between almost identical styles (the rest is magic) (obsession magic).
10th Doctor:
Again, Oliver Peoples...but these are different than the ones above, which is why I have a more positive ID. It's the shape of the top bar, mostly. I think I like the inner teardrop shape on his face, but 1. he has a great face anyway and 2. these ones still kinda dominate his features even if the side angles soften the effect. Definitely can pull off the eyebrow bar though.
I'm tired of spending hours IDing aviators...
...but they're pretty!
You, Me And Him screening:
These are definitely by Bottega Veneta, based on the mirroring and the gradient. You can still buy these new if you have a spare $500 in your sunnies budget! There are very similar shaped Michael Kors dupes out there in resale land for closer to $120, but the lenses are boooooring.
This is the best eyebrow bar ever. Really enhances how he has the perfect Muppet face, but in a good lookin way. David tends to wear glasses which are flat on the bottom to compliment his square chin thing (I am guessing) but rounded glasses with horizontal attributes just go SO HARD on those cheekbones, man. And oof but I'm a sucker for classy mirrors. The glasses just wear your face with em, but in a good way. Fashion.
Still wouldn't wear these even if David gifted them to me personally, but I'd stare at them longingly sometimes.
Enough about my face. He looked pretty great here, I'll add a gif for our viewing delight.
*fine, I think they're Coach. but I'm not checking.
#fashion icon david tennant#david tennant wearing sunglasses#sunglasses id#no more aviators for a while ugh#they are SO HARD to identify since the difference in shapes and bridges and end pieces are subtle af#its the end pieces that usually give it away of course the HARDEST PART TO SEE IN PHOTOS
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Alright so
•What sort of music do you like
•Are you caught up with one piece? If no, how far along are you?
•Have you read any op fics?
•Do you have HCs about any characters in op? If yes, which ones?
hello welcome to my conference!!
i listen to rock/metal like 90% of the time, and the remaining 10% its indie pop, lofi/ambient and i have a playlist of songs purely by orville peck. but mostly its 80s/90s rock and some grunge and punk stuff [yes i listen to that when i draw characters being silly]
i am completely caught up with one piece, both anime and manga. these days i just repeatedly watch all the episodes dragon is in because im very sane about this ugly middle aged man and i dont want to dissect his brain and im not interested in his background and relationship with his family hahahaaha
ah, fics... i read fics everynight as a fairytale for myself. theres no specific thing i look for, just make sure the pairings arent weird and its not just smut [i skip those scenes i really dont care who pipes who]. i also dont really care about the word count either as for the past 7 years ive trained myself to learn how to read 100,000 words in about 3 hours so if i do to bed at 11pm ive read and fallen asleep at 2am and waking up at 6am like nothing happened. but yes ive read all the popular ones
i really dont headcanon characters at all besides changing their clothes or by making them gay [projecting much okay...], no matter what fandom. i only have theories. speaking of that OP MANGA SPOILERS currently im trying to figure out a way that dragon doesnt get recognised as garps son after quiting the marines like bro your dad is a vice admiral??? and youre probably high in the ranks too???? so im theorising that he looked like luffy and then after the god valley thing he was like 'wow, rocks fucking hates the marines' and then he metamorphosised to basically look like him because he also hates the marines
this is the end of my press meeting if something doesnt makes sense its because ive been typing with one hand while shovelling a bowl of spaghetti into my mouth with my other hand lol
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lauren hello! u can call me benz/bean/stink, and im a longtime fan of ur work on ao3!!! and haha i have been slowly climbing my way out of lurker status on both these websites/returning to tumblr 👉🏼👈🏼
but ya, i finally came across ur blog today and reading all the entries for your lil valentines op matchup had me giggling kicking my feet blushing heAD OVER HEELS!!!!!!!! everyone is just teeeew cute!!!
so ofc i had to get my shit into gear and send an ask while i could!!!
unsurprisingly, its a lot of rambling and gushing so ehe i highlighted the quickest answers for ur convenience ahaha ty and hope uve been having fun with all the matchmaking!!
im a queer nb femme and gender isnt a deciding factor for me! ill love on any of odas darlings 🥰
libra sun - scorp venus - sag mars - and a billion virgo placements lol
i find this all manifests as me being a huuuge flirt, a lil dangerously magnetic at times, but for better or for worse, i never get serious unless i know that we will be each others everything - im holding out for a mutual obsession typa love (but the earth placements in me needs that obsession to be on the dl for the both of us! pookie bear and i need to have lives and loves outside of just each other!)
as for other personality traits: i love being the hypeman for my friends, i feel fulfilled when i can support them in their ups and downs, im a ride or die and live to validate my friends experiences!!!! fairly rational and level headed, but ahaha also a delusional and self sabotaging mess, but hey thats what makes life fun
love languages def quality time and physical touch - i love cuddling, fiddling with their hands and hair, doing fun things together! (i do also value solo time tho - vvv important)
i love love looooove singing and dancing - it could be at a club, a karaoke room, the car, my friends couch, anywhere! i love it love it love it - and aside from that, a second hobby ill share with u is that i enjoy photography! i love taking snaps of small things that make me smile, polaroids of my friends during their big moments, film photos of loved ones and the softness they exude when they feel safe and cared for
ehe that was a lot so ill leave it at there ehehehe
im def open to any hotter takes u may have 🤭 but otherwise ya! thats my entry, and even if u dont end up getting thru them all, how fun it iset urself get excited about a potential cutie!! and to share what you think makes you You!
aside from that, i look forward to being a nonlurking fan of what u create share curate here on tumblr!!!
with gratitude, happy early love day!
ur longwinded fan, benz aka bean aka stink 💕✨
First, welcome out of lurker status, I'm glad you came to join in my little fun 🥰
and, most importantly, I'm here to give you your mutual obsession love: Buggy.
Let me preface this with: I fucking love Buggy (I would die protecting him) and I have been WAITING for the perfect match up for him, and darlin' you're it.
Buggy would fall into your orbit immediately. The moment you first throw out your magnetic flirting, the man is toast– he's buttered up with obsession and you will be his absolute everything. He will look at you like you hung the fucking moon in the sky and that you make the birds sing and that you make his heart keep beating in his chest.
It's wonderful that you're a hype man, because believe it or not, that's really what Buggy needs. He is constantly failing upwards and it scares him. He doesn't think he deserves any notoriety–he doesn't think he deserves love at all. You would be the light he looks to for encouragement. If he can have you, maybe he does deserve to have it all, right?
He is also going to need your rational outlook because while you have a little delulu, he has a lotta delulu. He, too, is a self-sabotaging mess, but I am a firm believer that sometimes two messes can come together and somehow keep each other sane and whole.
Physical touch is also Buggy's love language. He will always want to be holding hands, fiddling with your fingers, and for the love of all things holy PLEASE play with his hair. He would let you braid it, string it into pig tails to fit in his hat, or even just let you rake your fingers through it at night in bed. He loves that shit. Put flowers in it, too.
Buggy likes to be the center of attention, but even more so he would love to watch you be the center of attention. He would love to watch you do karaoke, dance, and have a wonderful time. And, even better, as a little attention whore himself, he would love to the subject of your photography. He will literally get into any pose you ask him, (especially if he's naked). And if you show him photos you take candidly, of him being warm and soft and just enjoying life, he might literally burst into pieces of happiness.
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FORMERLY @ftmfuktoy
Kinks for both real life AND/OR fantasy! No illegal stuff, no minors, no ped0s/"maps", I don't do bodily fluids (vomit, non lube spit, pee, scat, snot, etc.), feederism, heavy pain, most breath play, *any* sort of age/incest/race play. BIO FOR MOBILE USERS ftmtObject object/cunt (pre op/T)...; 40, CO, disabled, NSFW 18+; "Forget the condom, bring a pregnancy test" WARNING - into hard (sometimes controversial) kinks/fetishes; feel free to send asks/message/contact (have other platforms if need be); into RP as well; writer of adult fantasy (open to commissions)
Feel free to contact me with questions, etc.
To you "lil bros" (mostly age here but sometimes experience) out there wading into the waters of becoming my lil sister..... I'm here to chat about stuff around misgendering/detrans kink/IRL if you want or need to. This includes support, advice, "brain picking", and horny chat. I've said that some of what I post is real/true/do, done it and that some are purely just fantasy for me. I, by choice, took steps from the detrans kink to doing so IRL. At any time I could stop and return to my life as a trans man or continue on reversing what I've done. I wavered early on but found a few men that helped me out. The one that did most of the work is the man who gets me on my fertile days. I'm not super high femme so those tips would be better from someone that knows what they are doing. (Just because *I chose freely* to take IRL steps, that doesn't mean you should feel any sort of pressure to do so, that anyone's path they walk is/isn't valid as I want this for me and am behind what anyone CHOOSES for themselves.)
Remember to make safe and sane decisions. It might be tricky or tough but make sure to consult a medical/mental health provider if you want to or plan to come off of something (transition related). Don't let anyone pressure you into this kink. These heavy hitter kinks can take a toll and you need to be ready for it.
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Paint it Black (6) Wondering
Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a correlation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself?
[Actually, does not contain an OC]
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Starfire flew solemnly over the city. In her own selfish way, she wasn’t really patrolling, just going through the motions. She’d finish up with this, and then go home and—
What? Watch those videos again? Go through that torture, again?
Maybe she’d check in on Black, make sure he was asleep and not causing any trouble.
It was a horrible feeling living in her head.
She had come to see Black as a friend. A friend with a great need for care. But the way he had spoken to her on top of the Wayne building the other night…maybe he was a murderer?
The very thought made her lose altitude quickly.
She thought of Robin’s smile and that one time he said she was really cool and regained her place in the sky.
“Star…fire?” A gravelly voice called out for her.
“Hello?”
“Ov…over here, love.”
Starfire turned about, before finding the source. An old man was duct taped to a scaffolding on a building under construction.
“Mr. Mad Mod? Is that you?”
“Correct, love!” Then he coughed. He had no youth to preserve him, and looked sick. Very sick. “I know we haven’t seen…eye to eye on many things…”
“You have hypnotized my friends and I on numerous occasions.”
“Yes…well, do you think you could help me?”
“In what way?”
He coughed again, more severely. “I was doing something bad, yes. I had some revenge planned, and then…that boy…” He coughed. “A boy in all black ambushed me. Didn’t even have the chance to protect meself.”
“Black, you say?”
“That’s the stuff! He tied me up ‘ere two days ago. I thought someone would have been ‘ere by now, but you’re the first to find me.” He gave her a pained smile. “Been without me medicine for a few hours. If you want to turn me into the bobbies if you can, but I might need to get to hospital.”
“Oh!” Starfire immediately got to work freeing the man, and he collapsed into a coughing fit soon after. “Please hang on, Mr. Mod, I shall get you to the hospital as quickly as I can.”
“Thank you, ducky.”
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Robin. Black tossed and turned as that name reverberated in his head over and over.
Robin. Who was he, anyway? He saw his picture, he knew his roles, and saw the respect his friends had for him. But still, who was this person? And why did his name make Black so angry?
Robin. A stranger. Robin. A phobia. Robin. An enemy.
Black saw no point in sleeping anymore that night. Sure, the bed was comfortable, and sure, the tower was warm and dry. To date, it was the most comfortable night he ever had (to his knowledge). But the more he slept, the more he dreamt. And the more he dreamt, the more memories came back.
As Black rose, he made the bed lent to him, he wondered why only bad memories came to him. People dying, crying, bleeding. Pain, sorrow...things you tend to try to forget first we're coming back first.
He also wondered how he knew how to make the bed. He hadn’t ever owned one, that he remembered. Getting undressed was a struggle, and he had done that at least twice before.
It was the middle of the night, still dark in the tower. He snuck out of his room. His eyes were keen to the dark, but the light glow from the numbers on the appliances in the kitchen helped a bit.
Black's reasoning was, the Titans had taken him in out of the kindness of their hearts, the least he could do is keep from being a burden.
A rather sane thought, don't you think?
First though, since he was up and all alone, he decided to take care of himself. If he was staying here, he had to know what he was working with. His coat was still hanging up in the ops room, slightly damp. That was fine, as long as the contents were dry. He dug through the pockets, finding everything still there, and wrapped in the plastic he used to protect it. His knife, his gun, and his stash.
He HAD to have his stash.
He squirreled these things back into his new room, hiding them under the mattress. He allowed himself a tiny taste, just to take the edge off.
Next, he allowed himself a tour of the tower. Some rooms he explored more than others; such as the medical room. He found the bathrooms, the garage, and the evidence room. He took a waltz through the basement.
For each of the bedrooms, he took time to acknowledge whose was where. With Raven's, he poked his head in, saw the shadows and left. In Beast Boy's, he stepped in, got a whiff, and backtracked quickly. Cyborg's room was a bit more fun. Black tiptoed in, noticing the gauge on his computer. The tin man was charged up to 80% according to his screen.
Black tinkered with some of the tools sitting on the workbench, but when one dropped and made a loud clang, he bolted from the room.
Next was Starfire's. The boy peeped his head in the room, and when he saw no machines or demonic statues, and smelled no tofu armpit barf, he slid in. He liked Starfire for that; a comforting sort of normalcy in the tower. Ironically, the most normal room belonged to the alien. He acknowledged her lacey white curtains, and the random stuffed animals around the room. But he was most interested in her, moreover, how she slept. Her feet on her pillow and her hair draping over the end of the bed.
"I wonder if that's comfortable," He mused.
She stirred.
Black hushed himself. He stared at her a bit longer and then moved on.
Finally, his bedroom exploration ended with Robin's room. He stood in front of the door for a long time, trying to find the will to open the door. But he had nothing. He couldn’t do it. Nothing was stopping him. He didn’t even respect this stranger.
In the end, he just went back to his room, and hummed some forgotten tunes until dawn broke.
Morning rolled around with Raven first to wake up. She walked in the ops room, only to be utterly surprised. She expected the house guest to be still asleep, not cooking breakfast.
"Good morning, Blackbird!"
"Raven," she corrected.
"But ravens don't sing in the dead of night."
"And neither do I," She quipped.
"Fair. Coffee?"
"I'll stick to tea."
Next, in came Cyborg. "Dude, what's that smell?"
"Bacon, eggs, ham, fat, grease...what do you want?"
"You made all of this?"
"Well, it didn't poop out of thin air!"
"Just as a heads up, Beast Boy doesn't eat meat, remember?"
"That's why I made the tofu French toast from the fridge."
“I thought you didn’t eat processed meat either,” said Raven. “What is ham and bacon, then?"
“Well, if I prepared it, and it’s in its package…I wasn’t really going to eat it anyways. I found some yogurt.”
Beast Boy grunted and shuffled into the room. "'Mornin'"
"Yo BB! Black made breakfast, and it is awesome!"
"Off the hizzy," Black corrected.
Last to enter was Starfire, and she looked bedraggled.
“Good morning, Princess Fiona! Would you like some breakfast?”
Starfire leveled a glare at him. “You did something very horrible to Mr. Mad Mod.”
The rest of the team stopped what they were doing and stared at the two.
Black chuckled nervously, “I’m sure I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“The very old villain who is sometimes not very old and speaks with a strange accent.”
“British,” Cyborg added.
“Yes! Him! I patrolled last night and found him tied up within a construction site. He said he had been there for several days without access to his medication. I spent several hours in the hospital with him last night just to make sure he was healthy!”
“Wow Star,” said Beast Boy, impressed. “That was nice of you.”
“I didn’t know he’d be there for so long. I thought they would find him.”
“‘They’?” Raven pressed.
“The workers.”
“But it is the week’s end! Would the builders not be off until Monday?”
“Oh. Yeah…I didn’t think about that.”
Cyborg scowled. “That’s your problem, man! You don’t think! Not when you fought against Mumbo, not when you took off your pants! What’s wrong with you?”
Something is very wrong with you. We might have to operate.
“There’s…there’s nothing wrong with me,” Black insisted. “I’m fine. I’m the normal one!”
“You know that’s not true,” said Raven, coming closer. “Starfire told us about your mood swings. You’ve been following us for a while. You seem all nice and friendly when you know we’re looking, but you’re up to something. That’s not normal.”
He looked at Starfire, a grimace pulling on his lips. “You told them?”
“We do not have secrets,” Starfire argued. “Robin hid secrets from us, and that is how he disappeared. I chose to not withhold information.”
Black frowned hard, his nostrils flaring.
“Dude, we don’t have to be against each other. You can get in on the trust circle. Just don’t hide stuff from us. Let us help you.”
Now you’re all alone, and no one to save you.
“I…” he backed away from them all. “I don’t know…there’s so much I don’t know.”
“Then just tell us what you do know,” Raven insisted.
Before they could pry any information out of him, the alarm sounded.
“Looks like our little pow-wow is going to take a back seat,” Cyborg checked the report on his computer. “Ugh, Johnny Rancid.”
“I can help!” Said Black, running to grab his coat.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Raven encased him in her magic and deposited on the couch. “You’re grounded.”
“Grounded?! Why!?”
“One, we were just talking about trust. Two, you’re injured. And three, you don’t know how to fight in our dynamic. So sit.”
“We shall return shortly, Black.”
“Fine, whatever,” he pouted, arms crossed.
“Titans Go!” Cyborg shouted as they ran out of the room.
When they left, Black wandered over to the computer, where the report of this ‘Johnny Rancid’ came in. The location popped up and blinked at him.
There was a funny voice yelling in his head. Sitting around and doing nothing was the wrong thing to do.
So he embraced it.
Raven and Starfire raced through the air while Cyborg and Beast Boy chased in the car. Rancid had a motorcycle, and what looked like a long electric whip. On his back he had a large duffle, stuffed with money he’d just stolen from the bank.
“Go ahead and try to stop me, losers! You were nothing with the little Birdy Boy, and now you’re even less!”
Starfire threw bolts at him, and at the road, which he expertly dodged. Then, without looking at the road, snapped the whip at her, zapping her and making her collide with Raven.
“Ah ha ha! Too easy!”
��Not that easy!” Cyborg took aim with his canon from the driver’s seat.
Rancid simply took a sharp turn down an alley, where the car couldn’t follow.
Beast Boy escaped the passenger seat and turned into a cheetah, taking chase. He caught up to Rancid, running at full speed.
Rancid cared little, and snapped the whip out again, several times, eventually striking Beast Boy.
“Nothing! Nothing I say!” Rancid laughed.
The rev of a motorcycle caught Rancid’s ears, and he perked up in interest. “Bird Boy?”
The R-Cycle came recklessly speeding around the corner, on a collision course with Rancid. But instead of a yellow and black cape billowing behind it, there was a tattered trench coat.
“A new challenger? Rock on!” Johnny changed direction quickly, and the race began again.
Starfire and Raven followed the revving engines to the source, only to look in dread.
“He has taken Robin’s bike!” Starfire lamented.
“And he’s not wearing a helmet!” Raven shouted. “Black! Go back home!”
But Black couldn’t hear her over the roar of the engines, or the adrenaline pounding in his ears.
Rancid drove straight into a construction site, where the path became treacherous and unpredictable. An expert biker would struggle.
But Black seemed to be keeping up just fine.
“You’re pretty good for a kid! Who’re you supposed to be? Bird Boy’s replacement?”
“Nah, I’m your mom’s new boyfriend!”
“What!”
Black turned his bike to bump into Rancid, colliding their bikes together to try to shake him.
“Watch it, punk! I just had this thing detailed!”
“Could have fooled me! Looks like a rust bucket!”
Rancid snarled as he returned the collison, and tried to shake Black off his bike.
“Hey, what has webbed feet and quacks?” Black asked, with a meaty smile.
“Uh, a duck?”
“Good job!” And Black lifted off the bike to donkey kick Rancid in the face.
Johnny lost control of his bike for a moment, swerving through the construction.
Black brought his bike close and leapt onto Johnny’s, letting the R-Cycle crash behind him.
“Get off!”
“YEEEEE HAWWW!” Black reached over Johnny’s hands to engage the throttle, to speed up the bike even faster. Then he took out his knife and stabbed Rancid in the thigh, making it difficult for Johnny to brake.
Johnny cried out in pain, and Black bailed from the bike, rolling several painful feet.
The crash that followed was startling. Johnny’s bike exploded as he collided with a wall.
“Yes!” Black cheered, covered in road rash.
Cyborg finally caught up to them. “Oh my god, oh my god!” He rushed to connect his cannon to a fire hydrant and put out the explosion.
Raven arrived too, and yelled at Black, “stay put!”
She and Cyborg worked to recover Johnny from the wreck while Starfire and Beast Boy caught up.
“What did you do?” Beast Boy asked.
“I won!”
“It is not winning if the criminal is killed,” Starfire said woefully.
“...killed?”
Raven brought out Johnny’s bloodied, battered, and unconscious body. “He’s alive, but he needs to get to the hospital, ASAP.” Then she turned glowing eyes on Black. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to stay at the tower! That was an order!”
“I said I wanted to help.”
“You totaled Robin’s bike,” Cyborg said with venom. “We built it together. You had no right to take it.”
“But—”
“But nothing!” Cyborg shouted, getting right in his face. “This is what we were talking about! You don’t think! You don’t listen to us, you don’t consider risks! You’re lucky Rancid isn’t dead!”
“You are lucky that you are not as well,” Starfire said, softly.
Black blinked several times, finding it hard to swallow. Then, he started to cry. A few tears rolled down his face while his mouth quivered.
The very action took the wind out of everyone’s sails.
“Starfire, you take Black home and get him patched up. Cyborg, Beast Boy, you take care of Rancid, I’ll collect what’s left of Robin’s bike,” Raven stated, so coldly, it felt like ice formed at their feet.
“Please Friend Black, do not resist. We will return to the tower.”
Black nodded at her, still sobbing.
She wrapped an arm around his waist, and they took off.
—
In the med bay, Black sat in his underwear once again, while Starfire attempted to clean his road rash. He winced with each pass of the rag.
“I am sorry if this pains you, but there is debris I must remove.”
“I know, go ahead.”
Starfire worked diligently, occasionally flicking out little pieces of asphalt from his wounds. “Why did you not obey Raven? Why did you fight?”
Black was quiet for a while. “You asked me something similar in my hat. There was this…voice, screaming at me. I couldn’t sit around. I couldn’t ignore it.”
“For everyone’s sake, I hope next time, you do.”
His mouth scrunched up, and he blinked back tears. “I disappointed you.”
“A little bit, yes. I had hoped that…since you asked us for the help, we would be on the same side. But it seems as if you are not. You are on your own side.”
“I…I’m sorry.”
Starfire looked up at him. His face wasn’t so deranged, his eyes held sadness instead of malice, and he seemed genuinely remorseful. “If you are, you should apologize to the others, and stop with these stunts of peril.”
He sighed. “For you, I will.”
—
Raven couldn’t sleep. It had been an exhausting day, but her brain would just not turn off. Several nights since Robin’s disappearance, she would awaken with a start. She had a connection to Robin the others didn’t. She had been in his mind. She saw his memories. And she felt his presence.
Cyborg seemed to be certain that he was dead, but determined to find a body to give a proper burial. Beast Boy seemed to fall more and more convinced that Black was the other boy in those videos, and that he had killed Robin before he lost his memories. Starfire? Well, she was always hoping for the best, but Raven wasn’t sure she actually believed.
Like a pilot light in the basement of a house, the faintest whisper of a presence, even now, she felt it. Robin’s life. If he had died, she would have known. But it was there. Robin was alive, but only barely. Asleep? Magically sealed away? Hell, even banished to another dimension? She wasn’t sure.
Which was why she was so troubled by the videos he had sent. As immoral as those conditions had been, they had been the work of men. Very evil men, but mere mortal men. Unless they were aligned with another being that hadn’t given a clue in the video, Robin’s presence should be stronger than it was.
So not dead, but not alive. Somewhere in between. It made little sense.
Giving up on rest, Raven got up and went to the ops room.
The door opened quietly, so quietly, the other person in the room didn’t notice.
“Beast Boy?” She asked.
He morphed into a cat and leapt off the couch like a lightning bolt. Then he calmed and turned back. “Raven! You scared me!”
“I have the tendency to do that. What are you doing up?”
“Oh! I uh…I couldn’t sleep, so…I thought I’d watch some TV!”
Raven peered up to the screen. He was watching the videos.
“You won’t sleep better after watching those.”
He shrank. “Yeah, I know…I just…”
She came closer, watching again. Beast Boy had the volume low so as to not bother the rest of the tower. It was the third video, the longest.
Beast Boy was quiet for a moment, then explained, more seriously than she’d ever heard, “I think Robin left this puzzle for me.”
Raven met his eyes. “You do? Why?” It wasn’t dismissive, but genuine curiosity.
“I know those songs. I just…don’t know what he’s trying to say.”
“All of them? You recognize them all?”
He shrugged. “Mostly. I don’t really listen to music for the words, more the…well, music. But they’re familiar.”
“Explain.”
He gave her his ipod. On the screen was a playlist called ‘Robin.’ “These are all the songs he gave me. He found out what music I liked and gave me a bunch of CDs to rip.”
Raven scrolled through the list. “Beast Boy, all these songs are by the same band.”
“Yeah, Radiohead. It’s his favorite.”
“One second!” She left to go to her room. When she returned, she had the list of lyrics she had copied down. “I don’t have all of them, but here’s what I got.”
“Okay,” he scanned the list. “Uh, I think I need to listen to him sing them again before I can point out what is what.”
“Alright. So we’re going to do this again. Would you like some tea?”
“Uh…yeah. I think that’ll help.”
So they both got to work. Beast Boy started from the beginning, listening closely.
“The first video doesn’t have any songs,” he noted.
“Right, but he gives us two pieces of information. There were twenty young men at the start of this, and Robin feared someone was listening to his recording, so he created a code.”
“Ooohh…yeah. That makes sense.”
“So the second video is the first one where he sings.” Raven pressed play, listening very carefully.
“This is my way of saying goodbye. 'Cause I can't do it face to face. So I'm talking to you after it’s too late.”
“It’s just one song,” said Beast Boy. “Oh! It’s ‘Videotape’! Duh!”
“So he’s ––what? Stating the obvious?”
“I think this one is more about the words. I think he’s telling us…this is the last we’ll hear from him.”
Raven frowned, but didn’t want to dwell on it. “What about the next one?”
“That’s the one I was working on,” he held up his own notes in his messy handwriting. “The first song is ‘Last Flowers’ and then ‘We Suck Young Blood.’”
“Hmm. Keep going.”
They restarted the video, and Beast Boy pointed out the parts where one song started, and another began.
“She looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing. My fake plastic love.”
“‘Fake Plastic Trees’,” Beast Boy snapped his fingers as he wrote it down.
“I've been climbing up this ladder. I've been wasting my time.”
“And that one is ‘Up on the Ladder’.”
Raven frowned, starting to fear the worst. Robin was never very good at sharing emotions. Maybe, just maybe, he was just…using music to convey emotions he couldn’t explain?
“Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there.”
“‘There There’.”
No. Why record this many unless there was a point? Why subject them to the horrors in the background if he was just trying to say goodbye?
“You've got a light, you can feel it on your back, a light, you can feel it on your back. Jigsaw falling into place.”
“And then, obviously, ‘Jigsaw Falling into Place’.” He wrote the title down and showed her the list.
“Jigsaw…like, a puzzle piece?”
“I’d assume that’s what they were going for.”
“Wait a second… ‘Last Flowers, We Suck Young Blood, Fake Plastic Tree, Up on the Ladder, There There, Jigsaw Falling Into Place’…Beast Boy! These are directions!!”
“To where?”
Raven stared at it longer, begging the answer to hit her.
“Oh! Raven! I forgot! ‘Last Flowers’ is the short name! The full name is ‘Last Flowers for the Hospital!”
“Hospital!” She nearly shouted. “Blood, tree…I bet there’s something for us at the bio labs at the hospital! Let’s go!”
“What, now?”
“What is with all the noise?” A sweet, sleepy voice asked from the door. Starfire had emerged, one of Robin’s capes on her shoulders.
“There’s been a break in the case,” said Raven.
“What case?”
“Robin’s case.”
Starfire was wide awake. “Tell me everything!”
“We will on the way, let’s wake up Cyborg!”
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