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joontier · 3 years

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report ix

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: doctors! au; humor, romance

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.8k

g/n: ((unedited skfslkdf)) also,,, i will be releasing Parallel Palpitations very soon [which features this Jimin hehehehe stay tuned for that] PLUS, im very excited to release the report x AHHHHHH send me your thoughts pleaseee

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You open your new group chat first thing in the morning, wanting to check on Soomin and Jimin. Just yesterday, the two had informed you of their concerns separately, both worried over the same thing. Soomin’s mother wanted to hold a small congratulatory celebration for her daughter’s KMLE results, and her subsequent acceptance at Woocheon, so there was going to be a party exclusively for all tenants of the building at the restaurant just next to the cafe.

The two hadn’t worked out their budding acquaintance, as you had practically forced them to greet each other the last time you were at the cafe, so you thought this might be a great way to have them start over their tricky relationship.

As you’ve expected, both of them had even tried to convince you to come, in the hopes that a mutual friend could help diminish the awkward air around them. You’ve declined each of them politely, not wanting to intrude on their little get-together. Besides, (just like you hadn’t forgotten to mention to them), this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this wall hindering their friendship (to which, both of them had also quite strongly disagreed upon).

A mere three hours after their outpour of sentiments, as you’re rewatching episodes of Dr. Romantic with Chohee, the pair drunkenly call you, requesting a video chat. You’re pretty sure not one of them is aware of what’s happening, especially with Jimin refilling his shot glass every thirty seconds; Soomin speaking gibberish, and Chohee literally teasing them through the screen of your laptop and yet none of them seem to mind a damn thing about it.

So, with hopes that each of them arrived home safely last night, you type in your text message.

‘What is this place, really?’ you mutter to yourself, slightly regretting your decision to take the subway instead of a cab. You only ride taxis for places you’re not familiar with (such is the case with today) but you didn’t want to spend twice as much solely for transportation so you took the train to the building.

Now you feel lost. You’ve just gone to the main entrance of the building, but there was scaffolding barring the entrance, and now you’re struggling to look for Entrance B with the singular tarpaulin saying “Please use Entrance B” and a faded arrow below pointing to the left. After a grueling ten minutes of asking people for directions and walking all over the place, you finally find Entrance B and hurry on your way inside.

There’s already a small crowd forming where the directions for the processing of your license is posted, and you can’t seemingly read the directions all the way down with people clearly taller than you blocking the way.

“What’s the matter? Can’t see the directions, smally?”

Your instant recognition of his voice makes you hang your head low. You figure there’s no way you can get rid of this guy anytime soon.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

Why is it that he’s always there wherever you are? He couldn’t be stalking me, could he?

Jungkook almost spits his water on the girl in front of him. Oh, so he heard your thoughts then. “Yeah, you wish, woman. I wouldn’t do that even if you had one million strapped to your neck.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Wasn’t asking for any conditions for you to do that, but thanks for letting me know your thoughts.”

“Awh, you mad, babe?” Shaking your head at him, you try to continue peering over everyone’s shoulder to check the post. “If it makes you feel any better, I would for two million though.”

You were just about to retaliate with a smart comment, but you see a girl walking towards Jungkook while twirling her hair with her newly manicured fingers. “Jungkook-oppa, you’re here!” she says, hooking her arm on his elbow.

Ah yes, it’s the same brat that kept defending Jungkook’s ass during the KMLE exam. “Why don’t you come with us? My mom works here,” her voice gets down to a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “If you come with us, you wouldn’t have to fall in line, then maybe we could have lunch together.

Jungkook removes her hand from his, “No thank you, I’ll just wait here.”

“With her?”

The audacity of this bitch.

“Yes, with her.” Jungkook says, not skipping a beat. “She’s...better company.” Oof, that’s gotta hurt.

You try not to show much of your currently soaring pride on your face, but you can’t help but clear your throat as a terrible disguise for a snort. The girl becomes silent after that, with most of her friends trying to control their facial expressions after Jungkook’s reply.

“Fine then, your loss,” she says with a flip of her hair, then makes her exit.

You're unsure what to do now as the girl has already left, and you’re also not sure if you’re entirely happy about being left with Jungkook now. “Why didn’t you go with her? Could’ve saved you a lot of time considering the people here.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, as if in thought. “I don’t like cheating. I believe that there’s a different value in the reward that comes with something you worked hard for.”

You’re surprised. You really hadn’t expected this kind of quote, coming out of Jungkook out of all people, but you find yourself nodding as he speaks, quite impressed that you share the same principles.

As the crowd starts to disperse, you and Jungkook finally get your turns to take a look at the poster. “Is it often?”

“What is?”

You point a thumb backwards towards where the girl had gone to, “Having girls throw themselves at you all the time?”

“Oh that,” Jungkook chuckles, then gives you a lopsided smirk, “Yeah, that. Hadn’t realized being this hot was so tiring.” Squinting your eyes at him, it then again dawns on you that you shouldn’t even have asked him that sort of question at all.

“You know,” he says, nudging your shoulder with his, “I’m quite jealous of you really,” your brows crease together. This can’t be good. “At least you don’t experience all of that, cause you know…” he says, gesticulating his hands over his face.

He did not just insinuate that you were not...attractive at all. Huh. This bastard can wait for his license alone then.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

“Hang on! ________, wait! I was just messing with you,” Jungkook laughs, running after you.

The cashier is already scanning the last items on your grocery list by the time Jimin and Soomin had texted you that they were done with their licenses, and you three had agreed on meeting up by the mall’s concierge. It doesn’t take long before you all decide on having Italian for dinner, after seeing the restaurant nearest to where the concierge was.

“Wait, it took you guys only half an hour?” you exclaim, recalling how you had to endure at least more than an hour with Jungkook as you waited for your licenses to finish. Thankfully though, the latter had other errands to run so you two parted ways as soon as you got your IDs.

Jimin, always the gentleman, offers to get your group the utensils as well as a few condiments and spices you might need with your meals. “Soomin-ssi, do you know anybody else who’s going to Woocheon too?” he says, setting the silverware atop the napkins.

Soomin thanks Jimin for the thoughtful gesture, sending a small smile his way. You squeal inwardly, wanting to know what happened last night for them to interact like this. “Um, also, I’m not so sure about the others who will be attending Woocheon too...I only got a glimpse of the list, sorry.”

“Ah, no worries about that. So, how was the dinner party last night?”

The two glance at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes. Oookay, what’s going on between these two? What exactly happened last night? If they wanted to be alone, they could’ve just said so…

“It was fun,” Jimin initiates, plastering what seems to be a painfully wide grin on his face. Soomin nods along with him as she adds more, “Honestly, I don’t remember much about last night, but I do recall Jimin calling me ‘sajangnim’ the whole night. And I told him to not call me that, but Jimin here is a stubborn man.”

“Yeah, you complained about that too last night,” you laugh, cutting your garlic bread into pieces. “Wait, what?” Jimin squints his eyes at you, “Were you there last night? How did you....”

“I’m guessing you both don’t remember calling me last night too, didn’t you?”

“We did?!” they say in unison, making your eyes go wide. “Did I do something stupid?” “Please tell me I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?”

“Hmm, well, it was quite the conversation last night,” you tease them, wanting to see how far this can go, “plus Chohee was there too so I have another key witness.”

“What?” Jimin squeaks, lips pressing into a thin line, “what’s the key witness for?”

“That, my friend, is up to you to remember and figure out.” You give each of them a wink, before turning your attention back to your pasta.

Transferring all your groceries to one hand, you fish your keys from your purse, shaking it lightly to hear its jingle as you blindly course your fingers through your bag. As the elevator doors open, you see your neighbor down the end of the hall, trailing after a man.

Ayoung hears the elevator bell ding and turns to your direction. She excitedly points her thumb to her back, mouthing ‘new tenant’ to you. She keys in her code and lets the guy in first. The moment he’s inside, she leans by the doorframe and whispers how hot the guy actually was and how much of a lucky neighbor you were going to be.

You shake your head at her, leaving Ayoung to entertain her guest. Of course, not forgetting to pray that she manages to score you a hot man next door.

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taentedmess · 3 years

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sleepless nights

summary: a year is a long time, isn’t it? you’ve spent yours stuck in an eternal, monochrome winter. a surprise encounter derails all of your plans: feelings fade… or do they, really?

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, terrible terrible angst (im sorry!), heartbreak, implied smut, angsty flashbacks :(

a/n: hi everyone! this is my very first fic on tumblr and i really hope you enjoy! please listen to spring day and scenery to really get into the feels - i hope you lose yourself in this little slice of a seoul winter :’) also i do have a storyline planned if you enjoy this little piece and could potentially even make this a series aah! please leave comments and constructive criticism - i’d love to grow as a writer! (@chateautae i finally did it!!!!!!)

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09:17am, december 17, 2020

It’s been a year since you last saw him. A year of emptiness, hollowness, blankness. A year since you turned your back, leaving without a goodbye. It’s been a year since you’ve walked out his front door, the same one that you’d find yourself visiting and revisiting when you knew he wasn’t home.

It’s been a year since you last felt some semblance of happiness, a year since you’ve let out a genuine laugh, smiled from cheek-to-cheek. It’s been a year devoid of warmth: you shivered under the embrace of the summer sun, no longer noticed the blooming flowers that you had once loved so much. The world lost all its color. Fading into a bleak grayscale so far away, unreachable. No longer did you walk with a spring in your step, no longer did your eyes glimmer with galaxies that you’d once built with him. You were empty, a ship lost in the depths of the dark oceans. Floating, barely surviving, with no set destination. All you saw were never-ending, infinite oceans in all directions. No escape, no lighthouse. Just you. Alone. Pointless.

Your heart aches for him, the echo of a honeyed baritone, the ghost of his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s for the best, you had thought. It’s for the best.

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts out of your mind. There was too much, too many feelings, pent-up emotions. You weren’t a woman of emotions, never were, swore to never be, until you had met him. And he had changed everything.

Stop. This is getting ridiculous.

You needed to get on with your life, you think. There are too many things to think about, so many better thoughts requiring your attention. What were you doing, wasting your energy on him? It was time, you had decided, to end things once and for all.

The ticket machine snaps you out of your reverie, demanding it get paid. How much did the trip cost? You’ve forced yourself to forget, holed up all the memories too far into the shadows of your mind in your sheer desperation to evade the pain. You slot in a W10,000 bill, way too much, but better than having to remember. The machine happily eats up the cash, returning your card and sending you on your way.

You navigate the platforms, seeing the brightly-lit signs: Incheon line, Suin line, Bundang line. Then you see it, Platform 6, Gyeongwon line. South-bound to Soyosan, stopping at Iryeong. Your heart thumps, stomach twists, and you feel like throwing up. How many times had you once ascended these very steps with him, hand-in-hand, smiling to one another? How many times had you raced up these stairs, trying to get to the platform first? It’s too much, and you want to run. Run away from this place, from the thoughts and feelings.

No. You need this.

The winter air roughly brushes against your cheeks, hurrying you along.

What are you so afraid of?

Everything, you think. Everything. You’ve bound your heart in chains and locks, plastered it with thousands of bandages, one on top of the other. You’ve holed it away, willed it out of existence. You’re afraid of the memories, the emotions. You’re afraid of yourself.

Go. Just go. Get it over with.

You force your feet to move, one after another. You don’t think, you just move. Move onto the platform, move onto the train. You don’t realize that you’ve boarded the machine until you hear an all-too-familiar voice on the loudspeaker.

“This is the Special Rapid Train, on the Gyeongwon line, headed for Sosoyan. We will be stopping at Seokgye, Wolgye, Dobong and Iryeong. Please stay clear of the sliding doors!”

You vaguely see the blinking of lights and hear the shutting of the doors. The train picks up speed, clicking against the railroads. You are blank, a passenger on an endless journey. You sway when the train sways, stop when it stops. You don’t know how many stops have passed, having lost yourself in the familiar nothingness that had hollowed you out for the past year, until the speakers announce something about the next station being Dobong. You’re near, you realize. Too near.

Too soon does the train halt, birthing out and collecting new passengers as seats empty and taken once more in a matter of seconds. You watch this interchange with a bitter smile: how quickly he must have replaced you after you’d left, how he must’ve taken in another in your place.

Stop it.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t notice the closing of the doors and the blinking of the lights until you hear the loud system once more as the train starts to accelerate.

“Iryeong, Iryeong. Our next stop is Iryeong, please get off on the right side of the train.”

You are left suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings, watching as snow paints the ground white. The houses blur into trees and back into villages as you stare out the window, and you start to remember. You remember your hands intertwined, dancing in the snow, the click of a camera as the melodies of your laughs twirling in the air. You remember the snugness of his embrace, his earthy cologne, his smile, his lips pressed against yours…

Stop.

You tear your gaze away from the glass, staring down at your gloved hands fiddling in your lap. It’s been a year. It’s laughable how much and how little has changed. You’re different, yes, but yet so painfully similar to the girl who ran away. It’s funny how much of a difference, or lack thereof, a year can make, you think. It’s certainly been hard on you, and you find yourself wondering about him, about how maybe the year has changed him, how he’s doing, if he’s eating well, if…

Stop.

You’re hopeless, aren’t you?

You sigh and shut your eyes. You’re going crazy. Or maybe you’ve always been crazy. Your thoughts are feverish, a maelstrom in your mind. Involuntarily, you notice your feet rapidly tapping the metal bar to your side, vibrating against the pole. You feel the ghost of a touch on your thigh, hear the empty shell of his words, breathe, Y/N, breathe. What’s got you all worked up? And for a moment, just a moment, you feel his presence to your side, capture the warmth radiating off of his figure, and smile. Because it’s all okay when he’s here.

But he’s not.

You decide to focus on the sound of the railroads, staring down at the speckled floor of the train as the carriage undulates gently, side to side. You ride along, the train’s movements easing your own and you begin to lose yourself once again in the clacks of the rails, mind going blank, until you start to notice the slowing of the sounds. The train’s dance comes to a slow, inviting people to start getting up and shuffle towards the doors. Your heart sinks to your stomach. Not yet, not yet. It can’t be. It’s too soon.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, confirming your worst fears. “Arriving at Iryeong, please stay clear of the doors and exit on the right side of the train.”

Your legs move on their own accord, pulling you to a standing position as you grip the metal post with your life. The train continues to slow, eventually, painstakingly coming to a halt. You wish it never will, that it will continue on with its journey ahead. But it’s too late. The doors slide open, the sounds of the outside world whistle for you, calling you, urging you out of the comfort of the train. You don’t dare move, standing still as passengers trickle out, as the flashing lights start to appear, as the minute at the station starts to come to an end. The doors are closing in five. Four.

You twitch.

Three. Two.

“Wait!”

You rush out the doors, barely escaping the iron clasp of the metals that would’ve devoured you had you been a second too late. Behind you, the steel hisses as the vehicle exits the station, leaving you alone. So utterly alone.

You’re blessed with a moment of solitude, feeling nothing but the cold air chilling your face, until you realize where you are and why you’re here.

The bliss of being alone rapidly evaporates, and you’re hit with a speeding truck. The memories flood in; you’re winded, gasping for breath as you’re stormed with images, short clips of him, you, the pair of you. His smile, his laugh, his cheeks, eyes, nose. His breath tickling yours before he leans in for a kiss, his gentle, large hands cupping your face as you close your eyes…

Stop. Get a fucking grip, will you?

You force the color out of your mind as you make your way around the platform, empty now that everyone has gone. Your eyes graze against the pathetic, run-down station: the signs are only partially lit, the electricity having worn out. Your fingers run against the peeling, dirtied paint of the walls, dust bunnies catching onto your gloves. You scoff. This is pathetic. The floor is littered with plastics and old soda bottles, as if nobody’s been here to clean in too long. Graffiti smiles sadly back at you as you scan the fading walls, losing their life by the second. The bricks have faded into a musty brown, drab and uninteresting. Everything is so run down, so tired. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you make your way to the minimart to your right, wanting a beverage to help warm your insides up.

The doors slide open with a gentle clink, altering the store of your presence. The cashier at the counter looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, barely acknowledging you, before returning to the drama playing on his cracked phone. The shelves are well-stocked, however, in stark contrast to the beaten-down appearance of this whole ordeal. You glide along the aisles, and everything is the same. Your favorite tea is still on the same shelf as it was all those months ago, his favorite gimbap in the bottom left corner of the chiller. Beef and sesame, he’d get, while you’d get a tuna for yourself, clinking your drinks and hearing the hiss of his cola opening, laughing as you made a mess of yourselves, two young fools madly in love. You’d talk, drink, eat for hours, whispering, dreaming and wishing, wondering what was going to come in the future, what you’d name your first puppy, whether you wanted a girl or a boy for your first child. Never would you have ever imagined that it would all end this way.

Stop it.

You grab your bottle of tea violently, almost knocking it over in your hurry to leave. You could no longer stay, not here, suffocating in your memories of him. You erased the gimbap out of your vision, ignoring it as you made your way to the counter, paying for your drink as the half-hearted employee handed you with your change. You mutter a thank you, unsure if he had even heard, and mindlessly make your way out of the store, too focused on keeping someone out of your head. You nearly bang into the glass doors in your haste, looking down and walking as fast as you can. Until your heart stops, that is.

You don’t dare look up, not now. The whole world slows to a stand-still, your gaze sharpening on nothing. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest, your lungs stop working. Electricity charges through the air and you’re left reeling, not knowing what to do.

Slowly, painfully, your neck raises, muscles straining with all their might. You already know what you’re going to see, who you’re going to see, but the sight of him still shocks you all the same. You nearly spill your drink all over yourself when you finally look up, and your brain goes into overdrive. You’re sure that your mouth is hanging open, jaw slack, but you can’t do anything about it. Your knees buckle, you can’t breathe, suffocating, wanting the ground to swallow you up at this very moment. You want to fall, tumble into an eternal tunnel. You are dizzy, light-headed, going crazy, you swear. You’re going crazy, aren’t you? This can’t be real, can it?

You can’t believe it. You’re drowning, drowning in those chocolate eyes, sinking into his pupils, losing yourself in his gorgeous features. You drink him all in, his own face mirroring yours, in no doubt absolute shock or maybe even despair, his deadly stare making your breath hitch as it once did so long ago. He’d never lost his power over you, after all. The world is suspended around you, all operations ceased as you both continue to stare into each other’s eyes, the tension so palpable that it threatens to devour you whole. Your larynx seems to be glued shut, your tongue a stone in your mouth. There are no words, no way to express this feeling that washes over you upon seeing him again.

“Y/N…”

His voice. Your ears ring with his deep baritone, honey to your ears. You can’t help it: you quite literally swoon, despite the circumstances. His voice: it ignites a fire within you, warm tendrils of heat rising up from your stomach. Vibrations send throughout your core, making you lightheaded and sure that you’re about to fall. You remember his timber next to you in the dead of light, comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, it’s okay, it’s okay, breathe, it’s okay, you’re here with me.

You hug your arms around yourself, trying to keep it all in, retain the strange feeling that was now foreign to you after months of cold. It’s been too long, after all - you’ve gone too long deprived of this humanness, comfort that radiated off of him.

Things are different now, Y/N.

Yes, they are. Your mind goes berserk once more, considering all of the scenarios. Why is he here? He probably just needs to go to the minimart - no, why would he come all this way, he lives pretty far as well, or maybe he’s waiting on a friend, no, maybe he’s brought a new girlfriend, maybe she’s with him right now waiting to jump out of the shadows. Maybe they’re both exchanging looks right now when I’m not looking, laughing, taunting me, this girl from the past who doesn’t deserve to be here, maybe they all think I’m a joke now, what am I doing, why, why, why?

You’re so lost in your thoughts that when Taehyung addresses you once more, you’re violently jolted out of your mind and nearly fall backwards, body forgetting everything but the sound of his voice.

“Y/N…” he says again, forcing you to look up at him. Your name splinters through the air from his lips, cutting through the frost and straight into your chest; you notice now that his voice seems tired, that he seems tired.

You finally regain some semblance of control over your frozen tongue, lips moving in an attempt to emit a sound, any sound. Your lips wrap around the sole syllable that comes to you like muscle memory, the only one that you manage to choke out.

“T-Tae…”

Your voice cracks, unable to continue. The prolonged eye-contact has got you weak, his pupils boring into your soul. You look into his eyes, reciprocating, and you notice that maybe they’ve lost their golden sheen, that they no longer twinkle with constellations of stars. And it’s then that you realize: maybe the year has taken a toll on him too.

Look at what you’ve done to him.

“T-Tae, I, I, I…” you sputter out, guilt flooding your system like a drug. There was nothing you could say, nothing you could tell him to cheat yourself out of the situation or paint yourself in a better light like you’re so used to doing. You’re not used to feeling this powerless, this weak. Taehyung was the only one who saw through the facade, the only one who allowed you to feel vulnerable. You couldn’t lie to him, you knew you couldn’t; there was no wheedling, no bullshitting, no lying yourself out of any sticky situation, which had caused you this whole trouble in the first place. You ran because you were too much of a coward to talk to him, to confide in him. And look where that’s gotten you.

“Why are you here?” he asks, burying his head in his hands. “Y/N, why are you here?”

Why am I here? You don’t really know as well, there’s nothing that you can say to him. Why am I here? To get over him? How are you even going to tell him? He has to think that you’re over him, that it’s done. Stop torturing yourself, and stop dragging him through this mess of your life. Tell him that it’s done.

“I… I came because…”

Y/N, say something?

“I came because I… I was looking for you.”

What the fuck?

His head snaps up, his piercing stare catching your gaze once again. “You were looking for me?”

You feel your heart stop.

“Umm… well, I mean, no, but, no, well actually if I think about it now, yeah, yeah I was looking for you,” you stammer, unable to produce a single cohesive line of thought. “I was looking for you because I wanted to tell you that it’s over.”

Your own words are like a dagger twisting into your own heart and vaguely hear a choked sound breaking the awful, awful silence. Until you realize that it’s come from your own mouth, a sob that you hadn’t even realized that you were holding in.

A moment of charged silence goes by, yet louder than any noise that either of you could’ve let out. Never in your life has silence felt so utterly deafening, and you wish to cover your ears and scream it all out.

“You’re telling me this now?” Taehyung manages, features distorted in pain. “You’re telling me this now, a whole fucking year after you walk out the door without a single word to me?”

You look down at the ground, hating, blaming your traitorous mouth for saying something that you hadn’t fully thought through.

No, Y/N. You have to stop bringing everyone down.

You’ve lost all rational thought when you say, “yes, Taehyung. Yes. I had nothing to say to you then and nothing to say to you now. It’s done and it’s over.”

You couldn’t even say sorry?

The frosty wind brushes over the pair of you, causing you to shiver in your boots. You want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and disappear, pretend that this never happened, that this was all a bad dream.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a security guard watching the whole exchanged with piqued interest. It’s none of your fucking business, you want to scream. It’s none of your fucking business. And yet you’re so humiliated, embarrassed at this whole mess that you’ve made of not only yourself but the situation in its entirety that you cannot muster up any words to merely defend yourself. You want to cry, sob, yell, scream.

“Fine, Y/N, it’s okay. You know what? It’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation, you don’t owe me anything, not an apology, not a reason, not your love. It’s okay. It’s fine. Maybe you never loved me, saw me in the same way. Maybe I just assumed, maybe it was wrong of me to assume. Maybe I was too optimistic, too in love with you that I had forced myself to believe the story that I had made up in my head, that you were in love with me too. Maybe I had wanted it, wanted you so bad that I had made myself believe it. Made myself believe that you were in love with me.”

Your heart instinctually reaches out to him, drumming feverishly against your fragile ribcage. No, you want to scream. No, Taehyung, you couldn’t be more fucking wrong. He doesn’t know the way your heart beats for him in the dead of night, how the mere thought of him sends shivers down your spine, how every cell in your body, every thread of your being aches, yearns for his presence with every hour, every minute, every second.

You feel your heart breaking, splintering into thousands, millions of tiny little fragments raining down like shards of glass. It hurts, it hurts like hell.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t force yourself into anything. There’s no need to anymore. There’s no more need to lie, no more need to pretend that you’re happy.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

It’s not the truth, you want to cry. It’s not. It’s the farthest from it. But you return his look, tight-lipped. You nod, despite the swell of emotions that are threatening to cut you in half at this very moment.

“You’re welcome.”

He reciprocates your nod and slowly, painfully, tears his eyes from yours. He stands up, gingerly, as if hesitating, and you want to tell him to stop, to sit back down, that you’re lying to him, that you want him, that you want him more than anything in this world. But you don’t, and he continues onto his feet, sparing you one last gaze.

“At least I get to say goodbye,” he says, wistfully. “At least I now have the chance to say goodbye.”

You’re sure that tears are streaming down your face at this point, little trails of ice making their way down your blushed cheeks. Your lips are tight, and you cannot, for the life of you, return his look.

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, you know he’s here, the familiar hold of his arms, your face finding itself nestled on the same spot on his chest, right above his heart. You feel it beat, gently, slowly, under your ear, a comforting rhythm that you’ve too often fallen asleep to, whispered to. Your arms instinctually wrap around his waist, and his head settles on the crook of your neck, the curve of his nose gently kissing your delicate skin. His warmth radiates from under his coat, and you soak it all in, collecting as much as you can. You are two puzzle pieces, a perfect fit, and you will this moment into eternity, searing it into your memory, wishing for the world to stop, stop right now and leave you in this moment forever. You’ve been lost, wandering, and have finally come home.

But forever doesn’t exist.

You’re struck with a blast of cold at his loss, feeling horribly empty. He steps away from you, and you’re almost certain that you see moisture in his eyes, tears threatening to break free. Every fiber of your being yearns for him, you want to reach out to him, extend the hug, shower him in kisses, make up and forget that this all even happened, but you’re too prideful. You can’t let yourself do this.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

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11:42am, March 12 2021

[taehyung]

I miss you.

I miss you as the seasons come and go, I miss you as I watch the world going to shit, losing all hope. I miss you when the wind blows, taking me along like a pointless man, destined for nowhere. I’ll miss you eternally; I’ll miss you when all the ice melts into the ocean, I’ll miss you when everything’s finally disappeared and there’s utter nothing left for me.

I miss you in the brightest mornings and the darkest nights, when the sun comes out to play and the rain starts pelting down like there’s no tomorrow. I’ll miss you in the loneliest winters and the blooming springs.

Everything reminds me of you. I am stuck in this eternal frost without you here; your loss has trapped me into this winter forever. I am slowly losing feel of my limbs as they succumb to the cold around me - everything has frozen into place, trapping me into the confines of this perpetual season. The world is closing in, I have nowhere to go, nothing to do. No longer do I have you to lead me out of this snow, no longer do I have you to hold my hand and bring me warmth through it all.

Why did you have to go?

Baby, did you know how much pain I’d be in when you’d left? Did you know how much it would hurt, how you’ve trapped me into this never-ending arctic, leaving me behind to freeze?

Did you know when you chose to go?

You’ve left me in ruins, my love. I can’t continue without you. I’m struggling to breathe, suffocating, as the world collapses inwards, threatening to bury me alive. I wait for you everyday, through all of the grief, the pain. I still wait for the day that you come back, that I get to see your face again.

Or maybe I’m a dumbass. I don’t know. Have you changed? Or is it I who has? Or perhaps, us both? I’m still a lovesick fool for you, Y/N, that I can tell you for sure. I can’t stop thinking of you, as the days pass, sun and moon taking their turns in the sky. I’m left, suffering in this darkness, bleakness without you here. I wonder if you’ll still be there at the end, when all ceases to exist. I wonder if I’ll see you again; how much more do I have to wait? How many more sleepless nights will have to pass before I can lay my eyes upon you again? How many days, months, years do I have to hold back before I get to feel you, touch you, kiss you, one more time?

Or maybe I’m being optimistic. You know what, Y/N, I’ll never see you again, maybe you’re better off without me. Maybe it’s all for the best, maybe it’s time for me to move on, maybe it’s time for you to move on. Maybe it really was not meant to be, maybe you really weren’t the one for me.

Then why can’t I get you out of my head?

Y/N, I wish I could just forget you. I wish you never existed, I wish I had never gotten to know you. Then it would be so much easier for me. I wish that you had ignored me, that you had turned me down when you had the chance. It would’ve been the most pain that I’d feel at the time, but believe me, it’s nothing compared to this.

Now I can’t get rid of you, no matter how hard I try. You’re there, you’re there when I lie down and close my eyes for the night, you’re there at work, hiding behind my papers and my laptop, waiting to take me out to lunch. You’re everywhere, baby, you’re in the car, riding shotgun and racing to connect to Bluetooth first, singing at the top of your lungs as we speed down the highway like the reckless teenagers that we were. I see you, hair tangled by the wind, belting out your favorite lyrics out of the roof of my convertible. And I remember thinking, for the hundredth time that night, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Damnit, Y/N, you’re standing by the mirror every morning when I get ready for my meetings, dainty fingers straightening my tie and planting a kiss on my lips. You got this, lover boy.

You’re there, and then you’re not. You flicker between reality and imagination, I cannot discern whether I’m living in a fever dream or simply hallucinating. You’re slipping through my hands like grains of sand: I’m losing more of you by the second, can’t seem to hold on to you. You’re disappearing, getting further and further away as all I can do is watch helplessly as you fall through my fingers.

Where are you now, Y/N?

I worry about you, I worry whether you’ve eaten well, whether you’ve slept well, whether you’ve had a good day at the office. Have you seen your parents lately? Have you had some time to yourself over the past days, have you overworked yourself as you often tend to do? Are you taking care of yourself?

Is it selfish of me to be wishing for you, thinking of you after all this time? Tell me, Y/N, is it wrong of me to be wanting you despite it having been over for so long now? You’ve probably moved on by now, considering how long it’s already been. Maybe you’ve met someone new, maybe you’re in love with someone else, maybe I’ve already been replaced with another man in your life.

Maybe I treated you wrong, maybe you didn’t feel like I loved you enough, maybe I didn’t make you feel special enough. I wish, Y/N, I wish that I could turn back time for you, I wish I could go back and be better for you, that I could fix all of the mistakes that I’ve made, wipe all of the tears that you might’ve cried for me, swallow up all of the pain that must’ve been plaguing you, to suck up the hurt that you were feeling back then. I wish you could give me all of the pain, I wish that I could’ve carried it all for you, shielded you from it all like how I should’ve done.

But it’s too late now, isn’t it?

You’ve met someone else by now, you’re laughing, smiling, whispering with another, kissing someone else’s lips, in love with your new man. And I’m still here, trying to get over you like the pathetic loser that I am. There are so many regrets, so many things that I wish that I could still tell you, so many errors, mistakes that I made. It’s all my fault. I want nothing more than to be able to get on my knees in front of you and apologize for everything. There are so many more words, so many moments that I want nothing more than to be spending with you.

I’m still in love with you.

I think I always will be, Y/N. I know it’s selfish of me. I really can’t help it. I’m sorry.

You came into my life like a whirlwind, taking all of me along for the ride. And now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do with myself no longer. I’ve been swept away with you and my fate will forever be left in your hands. There’s nothing left for me here, not in my work nor art. All that’s left is you. You are the only thing keeping me going now - I live another day, endure another night hoping for you, waiting for the day that I will finally see you again. I open my eyes for you in the mornings, in hopes of laying them upon your figure once more.

Maybe it’ll all be for nothing, I know. Maybe I’ll never see you again. But there’s nothing left for me, remember? I’m willing to take my chance. For when I finally do see you once more, it will all be worth it.

I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so fucking much. My heart beats for you, my lungs breathe for you. My every cell in my entire being aches so desperately for you, for you and you only. And so I’ll wait for you. I promise. I’ll be here for you, waiting for the day that I get to catch a glimpse of you, to be there when you need a shoulder to cry on, for when you need even the littlest, tiniest thing. I’m ready to give you the world, baby. I’m ready to right all my wrongs, to treat you like the fucking queen that you are. I’m going to treat you the way that you deserve.

When that time comes, my heart will be happy. When the time comes that I see you again, that I hear your voice again, your laugh again, it’ll be okay. All this pain will fade away to nothing. Don’t worry about me, darling, I’ll always be here, waiting. Waiting for you, until the end.

I promise.

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sereineityy · 3 years

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how many more sleepless nights?

genre: nonidol!au, ANGST, slight fluff

summary: a year is a long time, isn’t it? you’ve spent yours stuck in an eternal, monochrome winter. a surprise encounter derails all of your plans: feelings fade... or do they, really?

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, terrible terrible angst (im sorry!), heartbreak, implied smut, angsty flashbacks :(

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09:17am, december 17, 2020

Your heart aches for him, the echo of a honeyed baritone, the ghost of his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s for the best, you had thought. It’s for the best.

Stop. This is getting ridiculous.

No. You need this.

The winter air roughly brushes against your cheeks, hurrying you along.

What are you so afraid of?

Go. Just go. Get it over with.

“This is the Special Rapid Train, on the Gyeongwon line, headed for Sosoyan. We will be stopping at Seokgye, Wolgye, Dobong and Iryeong. Please stay clear of the sliding doors!”

Stop it.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t notice the closing of the doors and the blinking of the lights until you hear the loud system once more as the train starts to accelerate.

“Iryeong, Iryeong. Our next stop is Iryeong, please get off on the right side of the train.”

Stop.

You’re hopeless, aren’t you?

But he’s not.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, confirming your worst fears. “Arriving at Iryeong, please stay clear of the doors and exit on the right side of the train.”

You twitch.

Three. Two.

“Wait!”

You’re blessed with a moment of solitude, feeling nothing but the cold air chilling your face, until you realize where you are and why you’re here.

Stop. Get a fucking grip, will you?

Stop it.

“Y/N…”

Things are different now, Y/N.

“T-Tae...”

Look at what you’ve done to him.

“Why are you here?” he asks, burying his head in his hands. “Y/N, why are you here?”

“I… I came because…”

Y/N, say something?

“I came because I... I was looking for you.”

What the fuck?

His head snaps up, his piercing stare catching your gaze once again. “You were looking for me?”

You feel your heart stop.

“You’re telling me this now?” Taehyung manages, features distorted in pain. “You’re telling me this now, a whole fucking year after you walk out the door without a single word to me?”

You look down at the ground, hating, blaming your traitorous mouth for saying something that you hadn’t fully thought through.

No, Y/N. You have to stop bringing everyone down.

You’ve lost all rational thought when you say, “yes, Taehyung. Yes. I had nothing to say to you then and nothing to say to you now. It’s done and it’s over.”

You couldn’t even say sorry?

You feel your heart breaking, splintering into thousands, millions of tiny little fragments raining down like shards of glass. It hurts, it hurts like hell.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t force yourself into anything. There’s no need to anymore. There’s no more need to lie, no more need to pretend that you’re happy.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“You’re welcome.”

“At least I get to say goodbye,” he says, wistfully. “At least I now have the chance to say goodbye.”

But forever doesn’t exist.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

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11:42am, March 12 2021

[taehyung]

I miss you.

I miss you in the brightest mornings and the darkest nights, when the sun comes out to play and the rain starts pelting down like there’s no tomorrow. I'll miss you in the loneliest winters and the blooming springs.

Why did you have to go?

Baby, did you know how much pain I’d be in when you’d left? Did you know how much it would hurt, how you’ve trapped me into this never-ending arctic, leaving me behind to freeze?

Did you know when you chose to go?

Then why can’t I get you out of my head?

Where are you now, Y/N?

But it’s too late now, isn’t it?

I’m still in love with you.

I think I always will be, Y/N. I know it’s selfish of me. I really can’t help it. I’m sorry.

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sereineity · 3 years

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how many more sleepless nights?

genre: nonidol!au, ANGST, slight fluff

summary: a year is a long time, isn’t it? you’ve spent yours stuck in an eternal, monochrome winter. a surprise encounter derails all of your plans: feelings fade… or do they, really?

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: swearing, terrible terrible angst (im sorry!), heartbreak, implied smut, angsty flashbacks :(

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09:17am, december 17, 2020

Your heart aches for him, the echo of a honeyed baritone, the ghost of his warm, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders.

It’s for the best, you had thought. It’s for the best.

Stop. This is getting ridiculous.

No. You need this.

The winter air roughly brushes against your cheeks, hurrying you along.

What are you so afraid of?

Go. Just go. Get it over with.

“This is the Special Rapid Train, on the Gyeongwon line, headed for Sosoyan. We will be stopping at Seokgye, Wolgye, Dobong and Iryeong. Please stay clear of the sliding doors!”

Stop it.

Too engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t notice the closing of the doors and the blinking of the lights until you hear the loud system once more as the train starts to accelerate.

“Iryeong, Iryeong. Our next stop is Iryeong, please get off on the right side of the train.”

Stop.

You’re hopeless, aren’t you?

But he’s not.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, confirming your worst fears. “Arriving at Iryeong, please stay clear of the doors and exit on the right side of the train.”

You twitch.

Three. Two.

“Wait!”

You’re blessed with a moment of solitude, feeling nothing but the cold air chilling your face, until you realize where you are and why you’re here.

Stop. Get a fucking grip, will you?

Stop it.

“Y/N…”

Things are different now, Y/N.

“T-Tae…”

Look at what you’ve done to him.

“Why are you here?” he asks, burying his head in his hands. “Y/N, why are you here?”

“I… I came because…”

Y/N, say something?

“I came because I… I was looking for you.”

What the fuck?

His head snaps up, his piercing stare catching your gaze once again. “You were looking for me?”

You feel your heart stop.

“You’re telling me this now?” Taehyung manages, features distorted in pain. “You’re telling me this now, a whole fucking year after you walk out the door without a single word to me?”

You look down at the ground, hating, blaming your traitorous mouth for saying something that you hadn’t fully thought through.

No, Y/N. You have to stop bringing everyone down.

You’ve lost all rational thought when you say, “yes, Taehyung. Yes. I had nothing to say to you then and nothing to say to you now. It’s done and it’s over.”

You couldn’t even say sorry?

You feel your heart breaking, splintering into thousands, millions of tiny little fragments raining down like shards of glass. It hurts, it hurts like hell.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t force yourself into anything. There’s no need to anymore. There’s no more need to lie, no more need to pretend that you’re happy.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“You’re welcome.”

“At least I get to say goodbye,” he says, wistfully. “At least I now have the chance to say goodbye.”

But forever doesn’t exist.

“Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

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11:42am, March 12 2021

[taehyung]

I miss you.

Why did you have to go?

Baby, did you know how much pain I’d be in when you’d left? Did you know how much it would hurt, how you’ve trapped me into this never-ending arctic, leaving me behind to freeze?

Did you know when you chose to go?

Then why can’t I get you out of my head?

Where are you now, Y/N?

But it’s too late now, isn’t it?

I’m still in love with you.

I think I always will be, Y/N. I know it’s selfish of me. I really can’t help it. I’m sorry.

I promise.

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dadbodsarehot · 4 years

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bliss;

rating: lets say like teen idk. references to sex and drugs ( like actual ones that exist. i dont count bliss thats fake. but if people on bliss bothers you dont read this either ) but nothing super explicit

pairing: summerseed ( john x tobias )

words: 1442

summary: this was supposed 2 be the baptism fic and then it literally just was not i have no idea what happened. its still gay though. tons of yearning in this one if youre into that. if youre not what are you doing on my blog. this fic was supposed to be funny and that also didnt happen so much?? idk man but im vibing w it

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John finds Tobias right where he left him.

His eyes are dark, tiny rings of brilliant gold around pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, his wet hair sticking to his face in platinum yellow disarray. The Bliss had sunk it's hooks into him- unsurprisingly, with how long John had left him in the water. Shame seeps into him, but it's not long before embarrassment takes it's place. Tobias is staring at him, now, enraptured- like a blind man seeing for the first time.

It makes an uneven heat rise to his cheeks. Surely it's all in his head. A symptom of his desire, the same grasping desire that had led him to kiss him when this had all started, before he had run away like a coward. All at once he remembered the soft feeling of him, wet and warm and pressed against his body, the give of his mouth and the taste of water and purity on his tongue, the gentle touch of his fingertips running barely-there through his hair. It had felt like coming home. Like waking up. What had it felt like for Tobias? He didn't dare hope that-

"You look like an angel."

The words break John's concentration on his inner monologue and bring a fresh round of heat to his face, quiet on the night air in the painful way that only Tobias could be quiet. Like his voice itself was an apology for it's existence. And yet, there is no apology for these words. No second guessing, no shyness, no anxiety- only a drug-fueled certainty so potent that it almost tempts him to believe he means it.

There's nothing he wouldn't give for him to mean it. To be the angel that he deserves, instead of the flawed and broken man that he is.

He clears his throat, looking away with the vague hope that if he doesn't see Tobias staring at him, the tension- real or imagined- between them would dissipate. It's no use, though; he can still feel those slivers of captured sunlight burning into him like holy fire.

"Have you seen many angels, Tobias?" The question isn't as confident as he wants it to be. What is he afraid of? That the answer will be yes?

Tobias shakes his head, slowly from side to side, his eyes still riveted on John.

"I didn't think they existed. Not really. But now I do. Now I'm sure that they do. Because I'm-" He blinks in a long, slow motion, swaying on his feet with a shiver as the wind blows through the valley. The desire inside John- to covet, to cherish, to hold, flares up hotter than the gaze leaving vulnerable, aching holes in him. Tobias opens his mouth to resume his sentence, but stops, brows furrowing. "Because I'm..."

"Because you're what?" He's riveted on the candy coated, drug-induced words, on him, on the possibilities. Too riveted. Too involved. Too hopeful. He hates what he hopes for, because he can never have it. And he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything- more than he used to want his next hit, more than he wanted salvation, more than he wants to keep breathing.

"I.....forgot what I was gonna say." The laugh that follows should be nervous, would usually be nervous, but is instead delighted. "Oops."

John laughs with him, if only for a moment. What else can he do but laugh? It sure beats giving into despair, into the feeling wrenching itself through his gut like a knife. What did he want him to say? No matter what he had said, it wouldn't change anything. The towel that he brought him hangs forgotten in his hand until he wraps it around the small mans shoulders, who pulls it around himself appreciatively and rubs the corner slowly against his cheek. "You must be cold. I'm......sorry."

Another shake of his head- blessedly, his eyes slip closed while he takes a deep inhale of the worn fabric.

"No. I feel... I'm so warm. It just smells like you. I like it. I like it a lot. You're all over me, like this."

John curses the way his heart skips a beat, and curses even more the next words that slip out of his mouth. "Come home with me."

And now those eyes are looking at him again, sparkling in the moonlight like he had plucked the stars from the sky itself- if it was possible, he would think his pupils had dilated further. Tobias tilts his head to the side, and strands of slowly drying, tangled blonde tilt with it. "Home? With you?"

He realizes what that invitation sounds like, at least to himself, and backtracks. "It's late, and you need to sleep this off. Change into some dry clothes."

Tobias looks down at his shirt, like he hadn't realized it was soaked and clinging to him indecently before John had pointed it out. He's lucky; John wishes he could stop noticing it, could stop thinking about leaning over and kissing him again or about stripping it off of him to see his expanse of pale skin glow damp and unhindered in the moonlight. "Okay....but only if I can keep the towel, too."

Again, John laughs.

----x----

The ride home was quiet, filled with staring and starlit skies and nothing but the chirp of crickets and the hymns on the radio to keep them company. Luckily, it was easy enough to convince him to give up his wet towel when John bribed him with one of his shirts. Tobias lays in his own bed, now, a button up trailing halfway down his thighs, pupils still wide even under the fluorescent lights. In another lifetime, they would both be under the influence. In another lifetime, he would pin him there, would leave marks on him, would corrupt this innocent thing with his own desire to fill his holes. In another lifetime, Tobias would be his.

But this is the only life he has, now- and it's one he should be grateful for. One he is grateful for.

John covers him up delicately and turns to leave. And he would have left, too, were there not suddenly a hand tugging at his shirt, keeping him in place.

"Stay with me this time?"

John knows he should say no. He wants to say yes. It'd be selfish to say no; it'd be selfish to say yes. Was staying a gift for Tobias, or himself? No doubt he would regret falling asleep next to him when the morning came and the haze of Bliss fell like scales from his sunlit eyes. Would it be wrong, to enjoy being close to him in the time before that? He tried to think of what Joseph would do, if put in a similar situation, and all at once was sure he would say no. That he would pull out of the weak grasp on him, twist free from the bindings this man had slyly attached to his traitor heart, and spend the night on the couch regretting it.

It was the right thing to do.

But he is not Joseph, and he realizes in the next instant when he is already flipping off the light and sliding under the covers next to Tobias that he is not someone who does the right thing, either.

The younger man's body once more presses in against his own- if he's aware of the too-fast rhythm of his heart when he lays his head against his chest, he doesn't say anything. John can almost feel him smile when he wraps his arms around him like second nature- another product of his overactive imagination, he's sure.

"I remembered what I was going to say. Earlier. About the angels." It's muffled by his own chest, and growing smaller by the minute as sleep and relaxation easily take him.

"Maybe you should tell me in the morning." His heart squeezes painfully. Tobias' arm wraps around his waist, his fingers caressing his back in what felt to him like agonizing decadence. In the morning, he would pull away from him, as he should; Tobias, he can tell, is someone who does do the right thing. He would not think about the morning right now.

"I believe in angels...." He yawns, precious and small, and nuzzles his still damp hair against John's chest, mumbling the end of his sentence. It's almost incomprehensible, taken by sleep and drugs. But John chooses, for better or for worse, to believe what he only thought he had heard.

Just for tonight, he will say yes to this, too.

"Because I'm in love with one."

#my writing #you're a revelation #pov fics kick my ass but i love hitting myself w heavy things until i die #anyway my bf said this was good so here i am #posting it #parkour bro #you ever depressed?? easy fix #just write almost 1500 words about a man you love yearning for you JKFLDSJKFL

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romanovanoff · 3 years

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bio says black widow stories but i do like to dabble with other characters too. ill have a full list on another post.

YOU & I

A Bellatrix & Tom Riddle story

part one

characters:

bellatrix black

tom riddle

narcissa black

andromeda black

druella black

rodolphus lestrange

rabastan lestrange

(tba)

relationships:

bella/tom

narcissa/lucius

andromeda/ted

(tba)

summary: tom is the new kid in school and is already popular amongst his peers. his goal is to have bellatrix black by his side when he conquers the wizarding world, and his only problem? bella is already in an arranged marriage and also wants nothing to do with him.

disclaimer: i have never read the books, and ive seen all the movies only like twice. im not a crazy fanatic potterhead, i just have an unhealthy obsession for bellatrix/helena bonham carter 😌. so apologies in advance if i make any mistakes, regarding whats canon in the harry potter universe and so on. the little things, the big things, my bad. i hope the fact that its mostly au makes up for what it lacks in accuracy.

word count: 3497

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"I overheard earlier today that Hogwarts received a new student," Druella spoke as she took a sip of tea, delicately patting a napkin across her lips before gazing over at her three daughters. Bellatrix, who didn't seem interested at all in the conversation, Andromeda, who was busy scribbling something in her diary, and little Narcissa who was following along to her mother's words.

"Yes, it's true," The blonde girl, thirteen years old, responded. "I thought it strange at first but apparently he and his family were living somewhere in Europe. Tom Riddle, I think his name is. He'd been taught at home and his father had gotten a job at the ministry so they transferred him to Hogwarts."

Ever the gossip, it didn't surprise Bellatrix in the slightest that Cissy knew so much about the new student. She rolled her eyes, wondering why the hell they were even discussing this in the first place. It was just a new student, who cares? She voiced this several times out loud but had received the usual disapproving glances from the two blondes. It creeped the raven-haired witch sometimes at how much Cissy resembled their mother.

Letting out a sigh Bella swirled her spoon around in her teacup, not finding the appetite to drink nor eat the sweets that accompanied her tea. The three of them were currently in Rosa Lee's teashop, a place they often went to every other week, with permission to leave the school of course- though she didn’t ask for it most times. Usually Bellatrix would devour the treats but today she was feeling too anxious to do anything but. At seventeen years old she had stretched out her days of freedom and was now forced into a marriage that should have taken place two years ago.

The thought of marriage wasn't all that bad, if she was being honest. Sometimes when her thoughts and actions weren't clouded with hate and rage she'd daydream a not so near future of a perfect wedding. A wedding where she would be marrying someone she truly loved and could cherish, to honor their vows to the fullest extent. So the wedding itself wasn't the problem, it was who she was supposed to be wed to that was. Her long time childhood friend, Rodolphus Lestrange. And one of the very few in the sacred 28 that wasn't related to the Blacks by blood. At least that she was aware of… The thought still made her cringe, even after checking every family tapestry available and an exhausting amount of research.

Everyone wanted her to be happy about the fact she'd get to marry someone she's known for years, something most pure-bloods didn't have the honor of having, but it was the fact she knew him so well that she hated. He was like a brother to her, albeit at times an annoying and even sexist brother. He wasn't husband material and she was most certainly not wife material for him. And add to the fact that they'd be pressured to have children immediately after becoming man and wife, the thought of having sex with him made her want to gag. You'd think they'd notice that such a practice was incredibly outdated. She hated to wonder if the marriage had taken place two years ago, would they really pressure two 15 year olds to consumate? Fuck this life.

She felt like the world and everyone in it was against her. All her complaints had been shot down, leaving her inwardly seething with rage before being left totally subdued. Oh, how she hated being so… powerless, left without a voice, without a right to do what she wanted and to do so as she pleased, the ever present shadow looming over her shoulder that was the society and family she was born into.

Letting out a sigh she looked over at Andromeda who was still scribbling in that damn book. Probably instant messaging her friends, something Bellatrix didn't have the luxury of having. At least genuine ones anyway. The ones she had in school were merely vultures following around, waiting for the opportunity to eat away at the scraps she bared. They didn't hesitate to use her to their advantage, trying to play her like a fool. Idiots, they should've known she was the brightest witch of her age for a reason. And no one took advantage of Bellatrix Black.

Despite still being superior she continued feeling a bitter pang in her heart, knowing no one truly cared for her there. Well, maybe except for her sisters, Rodolphus and his brother that is.

Catching her eyes on what she was doing Andromeda quickly closed her book and narrowed her eyes at her eldest sister. But then a familiar smirk curled the girls lips and Bellatrix knew what was going to happen before her sister could even utter a word. She knew that smirk anywhere. Bella herself wore that smirk on several occasions, actually even taught it to her dear sister! If only mother knew how truly naughty Andy was, maybe then the heat wouldn't fall upon Bella so heavily when she did something that displeased her.

"Mother," Andromeda chimed in, interrupting Cissy's conversation with the older woman. "Bellatrix is right. Why not talk about something else."

"Andy…" The dark haired witch warned, fingers clenched around her spoon.

"Like… Bella's wedding perhaps? Surely there are plenty of plans to discuss. Some of which I'm sure my dear sister here is needed for?" The brunette suggested 'innocently', smiling back at Bellatrix before looking at her mother.

Druella blinked once, then twice before she brightened up. Damnit, Andy, Bella thought to herself angrily, glaring daggers at her younger sister. "You're right! We only have a short few weeks before the big day and still so much to do. How about we end this little meal early and say we go to one of the boutiques nearby, check up on your wedding dress," Druella said as she rose from her seat.

And so that's what they did. They went to the boutique, checked the incredibly old fashioned dress, with what looked like the most painfully looking corset yet stitched into the fabric. After, they stopped by a few other shops to double check things were in order for the wedding before finally apparating home. The entire time Bellatrix had trudged along reluctantly behind her sisters and mother, offering a few weak comments and opinions for this thing and that when asked of her.

She was glad to finally be back home, finding relief in the knowledge that tomorrow morning she'd be returning back to Hogwarts, having spent the weekend with her family. On one hand she was glad she managed to extend the wedding date, convincing her parents that it might be wise that she finish her last year and take her N.E.W.T.s before focusing on 'wifely duties'. Yes, that was how she phrased it. And yes, they'd taken the bait, obviously wanting their daughter to focus on her marriage once out of school, and not caring about the intelligence hidden behind her usual mask of indifference.

She made short work separating from her family's side to make her way upstairs to her room. And then made even shorter work getting ready for bed. No one ever bothered her when she was up the stairs and hidden away. It was known to all that Bellatrix Black inherited the 'mad' gene in the family, more prone to violent outbursts and destructive tantrums. Because of this her room wasn't the prettiest, constantly being repaired and sparse so there were less objects to break. The room was also constantly being placed under a silencing charm, quieting her screams so the rest of the household could sleep peacefully. How thoughtful of them, she thought to herself bitterly.

The sun was already down by the time she emerged from the bathroom, all scrubbed up and her hair wet, the many strands in ringlets falling down her back. With her wand, she casted a quick-drying spell to both her body and hair, not bothering with any sleeping robes as she climbed into bed. Once in she blew out the candles before getting comfortable under the covers. Usually, it would be too early to go to sleep, and she'd have at least a glass or two of firewhiskey to help her doze off but she felt the whole unexpected wedding planning this afternoon was enough to do her in. Not only that but she did need to wake up early to catch the train back to Hogwarts tomorrow. So without much further thought she closed her heavy eyes and fell asleep, hoping things could be much easier in the future.

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS

"Tom Riddle is in our class."

"I heard Tom's family is incredibly wealthy and direct descendants to Salazar Slytherin."

"It's true! I overheard him talking to snakes! Snakes!"

The whispers and excited talk continued on and on the moment Bellatrix stepped onto the Hogwarts express. If she thought Cissy talking to mother about this ‘nobody’ annoyed her, she was absolutely wrong. Hearing everyone around her discuss this Riddle boy absolutely drenched her high spirits and put her in one of her dark moods.

No one needed to look twice to know to stay away from the young witch. If dark glaring eyes didn't strike fear into her peers, then the dark energy and aura surrounding her would.

Not wanting to hear the gossip anymore Bella separated from her 'friends' and found a seating compartment for herself, only able to hold two people, but thankfully no one dared claim the other spot. She sat close to the window, forehead touching the glass, and seeming to cool her ever bubbling irritation. Trees and rolling hills passed by in a blur but she wasn't particularly watching, eyes slightly glazed over as she got lost in thought.

So lost in thought she almost didn't notice the sounds of her compartment door being slid open and a person taking a seat across from her. Blinking slowly she looked over to the 'intruder' as the door slid closed once more, leaving the two individuals with some privacy she didn't necessarily want.

The person in front of her was a young man. Probably around her age with dark brown hair, curling neatly at the front. He had bright emerald eyes, warm but she got the hint of something darker underneath, something dangerous hidden beneath the surface and ready to strike unsuspecting prey. Despite that though everything else about him seemed pretty bland. Pale skin- but not as pale as hers-, average build, and put together uniform.

"Who're you?" She found herself asking, swallowing the automatic 'get out' she was originally planning on saying. Given the fact she hasn't seen him before in this school year or any year before that, she was already dreading the answer. She wasn't even sure why she disliked him so much already. Maybe it was the fact he's barely even started school here and yet everyone was already drooling over him. Maybe it was the fact he was well known for things the student body hasn't even had proof of, things he was already praised for. And on her side of things she was well known for her infamous anger and her upcoming marriage to Rodolphus. That or her status of being the firstborn Black daughter. Otherwise known as the current heir of the Black family. Well. That was until her idiot cousin, Sirius was old enough to steal the mantle from her.

So when he said, "Tom. Tom Riddle," She really couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Cause of course the person she had no care for was sat in, of all seats, the one in front of her. "Does that name offend you?" He then asked, wearing the same damn smirk he wore the moment she took in his appearance just seconds earlier.

"No," She said in a bored drawl, eyes once again gazing out the window as her head rested against the glass. "Unlike every other idiot out there, I care not for who you are. You're just another ordinary student attending Hogwarts. Nothing special about that," She told him, her tone consistent in telling him of how much she didn't care.

He was quiet for some time. Not too long, but enough to give her pause and wonder if she'd wandered too deep in thought and he'd slipped away. Only a glance his way revealed that, no, he was still here. "I agree," He finally spoke again. "There's nothing special about me at all. And I'm starting to despise the fact people are so interested in me. Took a look at the school Friday and suddenly everyone thinks so highly of me just because it was a private tour by the headmaster himself," He huffed.

It was clear to Bellatrix by the way he spoke, by the way he talked that he was excellent at charming people, manipulating them even if you would use the darker term. Again, she was many things but an idiot was not one of them and she wasn't falling for his 'charms' or tactics any time soon.

"Oh, poor you," She said in a mocking voice, jutting out her bottom lip as she faced him fully. "New kid in school has everyone fawning over him. Such a terrible life you must live, knowing you have everyone in the palm of your hands with just a smile." She finished the sentence off with said smile before turning it into a sneer.

"I won't repeat myself again. I care not for who you are, and I don't wish to know you or anything about you. So if you're going to sit here, then it better be in silence, or so help me merlin I will curse you. Laws be damned," She hissed. Hopefully for the last time she turned away again, feeling her mood lighten just slightly at her first threat of the day.

Usually, other students would run away by now, flee the vicinity in which she occupied, but Tom just sat there, in shock, or because he actually listened to her words. Finding herself curious about which option she chanced another glance but was surprised to see him wearing that annoying little smirk instead. "Cute," He told her, enjoying the way her eyes widened just slightly before darkening with anger. "That threat might work on others but it won't with me."

Her magic was absolutely crackling around her, like static in the air just before an oncoming storm. She was soon to make good on her threat. "Based on your looks, in how you speak, and the way I saw you walk earlier, looking down at everyone as if they were beneath you. I would safely assume you are a… Black. Bellatrix Black? Considering you look to be in the same year as me," He continued, assuming everything correctly. She didn't need to know though that he'd actually done his research prior to moving here, and that he had asked around earlier. "I don't expect you to get along with me from the start, but you will see me around often. I'll personally make sure of that. Cause I like you," He said with a shrug, smirk still in place.

Bold. Oh, so very bold and before Bellatrix could even utter a single word or even grab and raise her wand for that matter, he was already out the door. The space in front of her was once again vacant and she stared at the now unoccupied seat as the door slid closed.

LATER THAT DAY

It was almost impossible for the raven haired witch to avoid hearing or seeing Tom. It was as if everywhere she turned, someone was talking about him or he himself was staring at her from a distance. Usually she would never admit such a thing, her pride too strong, but it greatly unnerved her. Who the hell did he think he was? Claiming he would see her more often because he liked her? “Doesn’t even know me,” She scoffed to herself, annoyed as she continued on the familiar path to her dormitory.

Bellatrix was a slytherin through and through, like every other Black family member before her. There had been no question about it. Well, maybe after. She questioned it alot. The houses, the characteristics and traits. All of it. And once she's put herself in a more outside perspective about it she really couldn't help but laugh at the whole student body, almost all of them adapting and practically absorbing their houses certain traits into their own personality.

Anyway, she was a slytherin, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her mindset that first day, if her family hadn't been so adamant on which house she went to, would she have been chosen for hufflepuff, perhaps? Maybe gryffindor? Ew, no. Possibly ravenclaw. These thoughts raced past in her mind as she made her way down into the dungeons. There was a little of her in each, she supposed.

"Drommie, Cissy," Bellatrix greeted once she made it into the girls dorm, having already said the password and walked through the shared sitting room. All three Black sisters shared the same room, something Bellatrix and her mother both insisted and agreed upon to the headmaster when first starting school here. It was a protective thing. Bella knew that her sisters weren't like her, lacking in gut and courage. She was sure Andromeda could take care of herself, at times, but if worse came to worse she was more likely to break under pressure and need rescuing from her bigger sister. And little Narcissa, the spoiled brat she was, didn't have a single backbone in her body, choosing instead to flee or hide behind one's robes. Despite those certain qualities though Bellatrix still loved her sisters dearly and simply made it a priority to keep them safe, consequences to herself be damned.

Sure… maybe it was Bella's fault for them needing protection, having spent most of her years reigning terror down upon those who even glance at her, therefore her peers not liking her and taking it out on her sisters instead. But… hey! They looked at her funny, they deserved it!

"Bella why didn't you sit with us on the train," Narcissa asked, looking at her older sister as she sat on her bed.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and walked past, towards her own bed furthest in the room and by the window. "As if I'd sit and listen to you two and your friends gossiping about the 'new boy'," She said back.

Andromeda turned to her with a quirked brow. "I don't know, by the looks of it you sat just fine with the 'new boy' before you ran him away."

Bellatrix was only able to scoff as a response before Narcissa quickly interrupted, hopping over towards Bellatrix. "You got to talk to Tom Riddle?" She asked excitedly. "How was he like? Was he charming? Did he show you parseltongue?"

"Cissy, please, calm down. He was none of those things. He was very bland… and cocky, and arrogant," Bella responded, the end getting heated with annoyance. Not towards her sister of course.

"Sounds like someone I know," Andromeda spoke up with a pointed look Bella's way.

"Shut up," The dark haired witch shot back. Because of course she couldn't deny it. She was those things sometimes… all the time. "Whatever. Let’s go. It's time for lunch anyway."

(A/N: lets be honest idk how classes work at hogwarts so lets say bellatrix and sis’s meet up w mother on the reggy, with permission or without, and this particular weekend was a break for all students to either visit their fam or relax in their dorms/explore school grounds. today (mon) is a day for them to get readjusted and classes start up again the following day. anyway continue)

All the way to the great hall Bellatrix's sisters continued teasing her about Tom. Thankfully she took the teasing easily, shoving her sisters good naturedly and joking along. That was until they reached the great hall. She didn't think her sisters noticed but as they walked past others to get to their table Bellatrix could feel a strong force on her, like something digging into the back of her head. She scanned her eyes around the room once, trying to catch the culprit of whatever was happening but all she could see were other students eating merrily, not a clue to her predicament. Thankfully by the time she'd sat down the force had vanished and she could focus back on her sisters.

Tom stood just outside the doors of the great hall, panting and trying to catch his breath. Never had he been rejected so quickly from someone's mind, not even close to breaching it in fact. Her magic was strong, untampered and just waiting to be fully unleashed just beneath the surface. A magic enough to rival his own. She may think she was strong now but oh just wait until he had her with him, by his side. Just wait until he showed her what she's truly capable of.

With these thoughts in mind he swiftly walked away from the great hall entrance, on his way back to his dorm.

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To Tie a Knot: Chapter 4: That Moment When Fate Ships You With Four Other People

Ao3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Five

Content Warnings: Mentioned character death, vomit mention, self deprecation, panic attack, cursing, (tell me if there's more)

Chapter Summary:

That moment when you need to find yet another boyfriend to add to your collection, *sigh*.

Word Count:

2,500+

Note:

I was hit with inspiration for some reason, so here’s this chapter, and the next one will be up in a little bit, I just got to format it for tumblr. Sorry its been awhile, this story is kinda just, I update whenever my mind decides to.

Everyone over on Ao3 has taken well to this chapter and the next chapter, so I hope you all do too!

(Incase you were wondering, i changed up the chapter titles, i got tired of trying to come up with different alliterate phrases, so im just gonna be dumb with the titles as;ldfkj)

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Damian hadn’t even noticed when he slumped to his knees. Tears dripped from his cheeks and landed onto his outstretched palm. Remy’s eyes widened and he quickly moved to get on Damian’s level.

“Dee? You okay there? Did you not know?” He asked, gently taking Damian’s trembling hands in his own. Damian let him, too shocked to take them back.

“N-no? What? How am I supposed to deal with four Remy, I already lost one I can’t- I can’t lose four!” Damian said, staring blankly at his hands, at the strings he was now aware of. He could feel them tug and twitch as his soulmates moved. They were all pretty close to one another, stretching in the same direction. Figures, they had probably met up by now.

Damian was the outcast.

“You aren’t going to lose them,” Remy said, an edge to his voice, “Damian you won’t lose them, you were jus- just unlucky the first time, babes, I promise. This time will be better.”

“No Remy you don’t understand, they’re paired with me, they’ll die, I’m bad luck or something-”

“Damian Janus Lyer, don’t. Don’t say that. You’re not. I know you, this isn’t you, you’re just tired and not thinking clearly. This is a good thing. You aren’t bad luck. You aren’t, and babes, if I hear you say that one more time I’m going to throw some punches,” Remy said. Damian gave a watery chuckle, and Remy smirked.

“Listen, you are in no state to go in there right now. Why don’t we ditch for a little while and go get some food or somethin’”

Damian nodded, moving to stand. He dusted himself off. He looked down at his strings. The four colors were all lovely, red, blue, indigo, and purple. The colors were deep and ethereal in a magicky sort of way.

Without thinking he strummed a finger across them, and startled when three out of the four tugged back. The last one, purple, started vibrating in a way that one would think meant the person on the other side was running their finger across the line.

More tears gathered in Damian’s eyes. He was connected with these people. They were his soulmates. They were there, on the other side, waiting. The thought of them being disappointed weighed heavy, but in this small moment he could only think of the opportunity that was given to him.

Remy watched this with a small smile, ruffling Damian’s hair as they began to walk off campus to his car.

Damian followed, hurriedly wiping the tears from his eyes and smoothing his hair down.

“Listen, babes, you pick where we eat, and I’ll pay.”

Damian shrugged, “Thanks.”

“What? No arguing that you’ll pay this time?”

Damian rolled his eyes, “You offered and I’m too emotionally confused to argue.”

His voice was thick with tears and still wobbled every once in a while, but he had managed to compose himself well enough by now. He slid into the car seat next to Remy.

He made a point not to touch the strings, not wanting them to move. He didn’t want to seem needy or something. He relaxed fractionally, attempting to gaige some personality from the strings. Indigo (Or was it navy? It was rather dark, nearly black. It was decidedly not black when reflecting light), was shaking around as if someone was writing with that hand. Red was pretty still, expect for a few swoopy movements, as if the person was flailing their arms around. Purple was shaking slightly but otherwise not moving, and blue was fluttering around like crazy, and Damian was certain the person was messing with their string.

For a moment he wondered what his string looked like to them. He hoped it was yellow, maybe gold. He liked those colors. Green would also be nice, but he doubted that was the color, seeing as his last soul string was gre-

Damian’s breath hitched, and that feeling of loss hit him hard, and he clenched his hands into fists. Remy glanced over at him, but didn’t comment.

He was so caught up in this new soulmate business he had forgotten he had already had one. One he had lost. The string he had grown up with, the one he had talked about with friends in grade school. The one that appeared on his fragile little hands when he was born. The part of his soul that he grew to know.

The one he knew would shake wildly sometimes, or tug painfully at others. The one he would console with gentle strokes late at night when he would wake up to it trembling. The one that would do the same for him, that had always been a comfortable weight throughout his recovery as a kid.

He would never meet the other end. Never know who it was.

They could have died suddenly or painfully, and here they were, forgotten by their soulmate a month later due to the reassigning. Damian was so ready to forget them, and the guilt of that was weighing on him so hard he wanted to vomit.

He pulled his knees to his chest and tried to steady his breathing, ignoring the light feeling of the dangling frayed string on his hand.

He closed his eyes and lied to himself about how bad it hurt.

“It is a very lovely shade of yellow,” Roman commented from where he was laying on the couch. He was looking up towards the ceiling, his hand containing his string collection in front of his face as he examined the sun colored string as it swung with the others.

“It reminds me of a sunflower when hit by the sun juuusst right,” Patton said, curled up on Roman’s chest. He was also looking at Roman’s hand, messing with his own strings absentmindedly.

Logan was sitting in the arm chair across the room, having stayed home. They all had decided to take the day off of responsibilities, this was a large occasion, after all. He had a notepad on his lap and was writing down everything he could about the situation. He had a knack for writing information about anything and everything down. He liked to be well documented.

Virgil was curled up on the floor, scrolling through Tumblr in the way he does when he’s thinking, and not reading a single thing. If it looked like art and was colorful, he reblogged it without thinking. He was more focused on the way the new string on his hand looked as he occasionally typed.

They all sat around in domestic silence, preparing for the long talk they were going to have to have soon.

They all noticed it, despite no one saying it aloud. That feeling of something missing. They grew up with it, but had by now gotten so used to that feeling of wholeness. Now that it was gone, so suddenly? They didn’t know how to feel about it, really. It’s easy to lose something you didn’t get a chance to know or experience, but getting a taste of something amazing to have it disappear was near torture.

“I think it appears to resemble the yellow paint Roman likes to get all of the carpet,” Logan said, lips upturning slightly at Roman’s upfronted sound.

“Nah, it def’ looks like… I don’t know, snakey,” Virgil said.

“Snakey?” Roman asked, laughing slightly, “What about the color looks like a slithering reptile?”

“Uh, snakes equal yellow, duh? Same as seven being green,” Virgil rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.

Patton laughed, “Kiddo, seven is pink.”

“Seven is seven? It cannot be either pink or green, it is a number,” Logan said, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Just let them be weird, Specs, with their weird color assigning,” Roman laughed, sitting up. Patton yelped as he slid off the couch.

“Listen, I’m just saying its snake yellow,” Virgil said, “But if you wann-”

Virgil was caught off as a particularly hard twinge came from the yellow string. He looked around at the others, and noticed they had felt it too. Up until this point the string was pretty chill, if a little shaky. Logan had suggested earlier it was due to shock.

As crazy as gaining a new string out of the blue was a wild, gaining four strings must have been insane. Virgil pitied the poor person, it probably scared the shit out of them.

Without thinking, he reached forward and ran his index finger over the string a few times, showing that he was here.

“This is so exciting! We have another soulmate to hunt down!” He waved his arms around animatedly. He looked as if the idea had just clicked for him.

There was a whole other person out there waiting for them, someone who would fit into their little dynamic. Someone with likes and dislikes and quirks and feelings, a whole human being.

Virgil felt himself smiling along with the others. Logan had gone back to scribbling on his notepad, even faster this time. Patton was chatting with Roman about the possibilities while rolling the string around in his fingers.

Virgil curled into the warmth of his hoodie, and for once, allowed himself to look forward to the unknown future.

By the time Damian had gotten home late that night, he was exhausted. He collapsed onto his bed in a pile of limbs, kicking his shoes off and snuggling into the covers. He didn’t bother with his shirt other than unbuttoning the top couple of buttons, and he had long since ditched his gloves. They were currently somewhere buried in his bag.

He and Remy had loitered around town for a while, talking about anything and everything. Damian had really tried to be in high spirits and give his usual sarcasm, but he just wasn’t feeling it.

His eyes drifted shut, and the beginnings of a dream had already begun to swirl, sounds and nonsense conversations were supplied to his mind, and he let his mind wander as it drifted into resting mode.

That is, until he felt a tug on his ring finger.

He opened his eyes a bit, glancing down at his hand, at the indigo string.

Tug.

His eyes opened, he was paying attention now.

Tug tug tug tug. Tug. Tug pull tug tug. Tug pull tug tug. Pull pull pull.

Damian moved to sit up, but found the effort to be too much. He decided, through the hazy-slow process that was thinking when half asleep, that this was a matter of importance, and therefore should happen in the morning. So he fell back asleep without paying it too much mind.

Logan sighed heavily as he stood from his chair, giving up on tapping out a message to their new soulmate. During their talk earlier the group had decided that it would be a good idea to try and meet this person as soon as possible, in order to diminish the time they felt incomplete.

It shouldn’t be too difficult. They could all drive, and all felt like the soulmate had to be relatively close. Reassignments normally happened to people who are near each other. The farthest recorded reassigned soulmates were four states away from each other. Almost everyone else was within the same state at least.

Logan had proposed morse code, the same way he and Patton had found each other, and the way they would occasionally send stupidly sappy quotes to one another on occasion. It must have been too late because the person wasn’t answering. He would have to try again sometimes tomorrow.

He heard a soft knock on his office door, and a few hushed whispers from somewhere farther in their shared house.

“Yes?” He called through the door, looking over as it slowly opened. It was only a little past midnight, but he still felt it to be inappropriate to talk any louder.

“Hey Lo? Me and the other two were wondering if you could join us in the kitchen to talk… again,” Patton said softly, leaning against the doorframe.

“The others and I,” Logan corrected, but nodded as he stood up, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. My sleeping schedule is probably messed up at this point anyway.”

Patton smiled fondly, and turned to lead Logan back to the kitchen. Virgil and Roman were sitting across from each other at the table, bickering about something under their voices.

They both looked up when Logan walked in,

“Okay, so, now that we’re all here,” Patton started, clasping his hands together as he sat down. Logan pulled up a chair, spinning it so it was backwards. He loathed to sit in chairs normally, both he and Virgil seemed to share that small quirk. Roman simply splayed himself out on the nearest surface, and Patton tended to sit criss-cross on the floor more often than a chair.

Logan shook his head to snap himself out of his wandering thoughts, focusing back onto Patton.

“We’ve come to a decision, Logan, and I’m sorry you weren’t here a little earlier, but we didn’t want to bother your work.” Logan nodded, not at all perturbed by being left out of the conversation. In fact, he was happy they left him to his own devices for awhile. It’s not like he was out of the loop, they were having the conversation for a reason.

“And?” He asked, quirking his head to the side.

“-And we’ve come to the conclusion-”

“Patton, please stop sounding so serious, it’s unnerving, that’s Logan’s thing,” Virgil cut in, rolling his eyes fondly.

Patton snickered, but continued, “We think it would be best if you were the one to go find our new soulmate. Like you said earlier, meeting all of us at once might be too much for them, and you’re one the… er… easier of us to handle.”

“Roman would probably serenade them the moment he saw them,” Virgil teased, elbowing said soulmate.

“Excuse you, you’d scare them off with all that,” Roman gestured to Virgil’s outfit, “Edge.”

“I see. So when should I leave? I’ll have to call off work and do extra to catch up in my classes.”

“Sometime tomorrow would be good, Lo. I’m hoping to meet them by the end of the week. I really do think they’re close, if not in town.”

“I agree,” Roman nodded, and Virgil shifted and did so as well.

“Very well. I’ll leave around noon, then. I planned on continuing with the messages until I manage to get an answer, Perhaps they’ll tell me where they are. It shouldn’t be much harder than that.”

“Yeah! That sounds awesome,” Patton smiled, then suddenly squealed and flapped his hands, “Ooh I’m just so excited to meet them, my goodness-”

“I wonder what they will be like, I don’t think I could stand another emo in the group,” Roman joked, and Virgil swatted at them.

“Listen here Princey, you like my emo. Besides, your eyeliner was a hot mess before I showed you how to properly apply it, so you better thank this emo,” Virgil snapped playfully.

Logan watched them with a soft expression, standing up and stretching.

“We should all get some rest, then. Big day tomorrow,” Logan said, walking towards their room. The others nodded and moved to stand.

Big day, indeed.

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unpack-my-heart · 5 years

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Above, Beneath, Betwixt, Between - Chapter 9

@tinyarmedtrex @violetreddie @eds-trashmouth @constantreaderfool @xandertheundead @moonlightrichie @deadlighten @appojoos @annoyingtozier @burymestanding

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The kiss changes both everything and nothing at all. The everything that changes, the hands that reach for each other in the hushed dawn, the eyes that lock over morning cereal, the afternoon laughs that melt into each other, the evening caresses on smalls of backs, is painfully overshadowed by the nothing. This nothing looms over their every moment, stolen moments shared together in ecstasy, rapturous but constantly aware of the behemoth that sits in the corner of the room and spits at them.

Richie’s leaving. A fact as constant, as reliable, as the autumn wind.

If Eddie hadn’t hung onto Richie’s forearm with a vice-grip as Richie welcomed the estate agent into the house, if Eddie hadn’t sat on the porch, face schooled into careful apathy as the estate agent took photos of the now finished cottage, if Eddie hadn’t sobbed with wild abandon into the frigid midnight air, great wracking moans that heaved Richie’s heart out of his chest with ghostly arms, Richie wouldn’t have guessed anything was going to change. But everything was going to change. Everything, and nothing at all.

It takes three weeks for Richie to book his flights. He opens and closes the page, getting as far as typing Edinburgh International to LAX into the search bar, but without fail, his hands shake violently and the laptop slides off his lap with a satisfying thud. Eventually, with a belly full of Dutch courage and Eddie squeezing his hand, he manages it. His flight leaves in a month.

The house sells easily. A young couple buys it, and they visit three times before putting the offer in. The man brays about the way the light floods into the study in the morning, and the woman squeals about the terrace balcony on the second bedroom. Richie accepts the offer, despite the fact it’s five grand under the asking price.

One week later and the For Sale sign is replaced by a bright red beacon, SOLD. More times than he’d ever admit, Richie catches Eddie staring at the sign with malice in his eyes. Richie always makes sure that he looks away before Eddie can catch him staring.

Two weeks, and they’ve hit the half way point. They’re still sleeping in separate rooms. Eddie had packed all of his possessions into boxes the day after Richie had booked his plane ticket. Richie only lasted six minutes of watching Eddie carefully fold his jumpers and his socks and those fucking tartan pyjamas before he had to excuse himself to wail violently in the bathroom. He’d given himself three minutes, before wiping his eyes furiously with a balled up piece of toilet paper, and emerging from the bathroom with a watery smile and tired eyes. But, as soon as he caught sight of Eddie sat on the bed, one of Richie’s old fleeces clutched in his hands, his attempts at self-preservation proved futile. They’d collapsed in a heap on the bed, a mass of shaking limbs, clutching, scrabbling hands and hushed confessions. I adore you, I adore you, I adore you.

Three weeks. They’d spent the last days in bed, moving for nothing but sprints to the toilet and visits to the kitchen. They don’t fuck. Richie surprises himself with the realisation that he doesn’t want to fuck Eddie. Not yet. He can’t bear the thought of their first time being a goodbye fuck, a ‘I’m sorry I’m leaving you’ fuck, a ‘you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m still going to leave you anyway’ fuck. So they don’t. They lie together, they touch often and kiss sometimes. Eddie drags his nails down Richie’s arm absently, a soft scratchy feeling, as if to remind Richie that he’s still here, if only for now. Richie spends most of his time running his hands through Eddie’s hair, hair that was once immortalised in a plastic-perfect quiff but now stands on end, wild and free. They talk, regale each other with animated stories from their past. Richie tells Eddie of Bev, of Bill and Ben and the time they all got drunk and swam in the water feature of their college, he tells Eddie about his mother, about the time she took him apple picking when he was seven. Eddie tells Richie about his mother, a long, painful tale that ends in sorrow, but he also tells Richie about Rupert, and how they’d met and how the sky caught fire the first time they’d kissed. Richie had expected jealousy to bloom in his stomach, hot and bitter, but it didn’t.

“What’s America like?” Eddie asks on a Wednesday afternoon.

Richie tightens his grip around Eddie’s waist. “It’s … pretty fuckin’ shit most of the time, corrupt politicians and gun crime and hatred and bigotry but …”

“But what?”

“My parents lives there, and … it’s home, it’s shitty, but it’s home. Well, it was home, I guess”

“Was home? Why? What changed?”

“You gonna make me spell it out for you, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“You know I am,” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes coquettishly. Richie rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a little shite, you know”

“That sounded pretty Scottish”

“Mike’s been rubbing off on me”

“I should jolly well hope he hasn’t been rubbing off on you,” Eddie said with a faux-stern expression that was so ridiculously, so absurdly Eddie that Richie couldn’t take it anymore.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Eddie, you know – I … You know that I really …”

“What? C’mon Rich, spit it out”

“I …”

“Richie”

“I really think we should mow the lawn tomorrow afternoon”

“…Oh”

– X –

Richie loved Eddie. It was a fact as clear as ice, as real as snow, as blatantly obvious as the nose on his face. The “I adore you’s” flowed easily, the “you’re my entire world and more” came naturally, but the admission of love, the wrenching his chest open, displaying his heart, that was different. Telling Jasmine he loved her had been easy, partly because he’d never meant it. Endless false confessions. Perhaps it was cruel. Regret wasn’t something that Richie was used to.

“I’m going to stay with Mike”

“Huh?”

Eddie slumped down onto the sofa next to Richie, and tucked his head neatly into the junction between Richie’s neck and shoulder.

“I’ve asked him, and he said I could stay with him until you … if you … y’know. Until then”

“You know I’m coming back, right? I’m going to come back for you”

“I know you want to”

“Eddie,” Richie implored, shifting on the sofa until he was looking directly into Eddie’s eyes, “you’ve got to believe me, I’m going to come back for you”

“I believe you’re going to try”

Richie grabbed Eddie’s hands. “Eddie, please”

“Mike said I can take Mr Chips out anytime I like, I might bring him around here, check up on the house sometimes”

“Don’t change the subject”

“I hope they don’t change the house too much, I’d be ever so sad if I came back and it looked different, if it looked –”

“Eddie!”

Eddie closed his eyes, pulling away from Richie slightly.

“If you promise you’re coming back to me, it makes it too hard. I’ll just sit and wait, and I can’t … I can’t do that”

“I told you, I’m coming –”

“Don’t,” Eddie said, eyes still closed, “stop it. Just – tell me you’ll try and that’ll be enough”

“I’ll try”

– X –

Mike calls it a practice run. A trial run, he’d said, seeing as the last time Eddie stayed with him ended in a sleepless night for all three of them. Eddie’s reticent at first, initially refusing on the grounds of being patronised, but initially relenting after Richie pleaded with him that it probably was a good idea, if not for Eddie then for himself. Slowly, like melting ice, Eddie agrees. They bundle themselves into Richie’s car, the same car that Richie will return to the dealer the morning he leaves, and drive to Mike’s.

Mike’s house is warm, almost uncomfortably so, and Richie watches as Eddie peels his sweater over his head, face flushed red.

“Thanks for this, Mike. You’re a good friend”

“What about me?”

A familiar voice echoed from the kitchen.

“What the fucking fuck? Stan?!”

“Such a lovely greeting, Richard. Ever the pleasure to see you,” Stan said, sardonically, as he passed Mike a small tumbler of honey-coloured liquid.

“I thought you’d flown back to Ireland?”

“I did. I came back, though. I’ve grown rather fond of Scotland, and the things that live in Scotland”

Mike’s face flushed scarlet, and Richie hooted with joy.

“Well, well, well! The plumber and the wizard, a true storybook romance”

“Richard, do shut up. How are you feeling, Eddie? Mike tells me you’ll be staying with us for a while,” Stan said, turning to face a rather down-trodden looking Eddie.

“I – I was, but if you’re staying here too, I don’t want to … I don’t want to impose, you know”

“Shush, you’re more than welcome here. Has Richie told you about Skype?”

“Skype?”

Stan rolled his eyes at Richie. “Have you really not told him about Skype? Isn’t that what all the long-distance lovers are doing these days? Skype sex?”

Richie slapped a hand over Stan’s mouth, but got bitten for his efforts.

“Take your damn hoof off my mouth, Richie! All I’m trying to do is help you in your long sexless months ahead”

“We haven’t … um … we haven’t done that, not yet” Eddie stammered, face letter-box red.

“You haven’t? Huh. Well, Skype does serve purposes other than getting you virtually laid, I suppose. Do you still want me to show you what it is?”

Eddie nodded wordlessly, and followed Stan into Mike’s office leaving Richie and Mike standing in the living room.

“Ah take it ye told ‘im then?”

“Whatever do you mean, Michael?”

“Ye know exactly wha’ ah mean,” Mike said, passing Richie his own tumbler of whiskey before going to pour himself another. “Ye know exactly what I mean. The fact ye didn’t balk when Stan mentioned you two fuckin’? That’s how ah know ye know what ah mean”

Richie slumped into the cushiony arm chair, folding his limbs awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess I told him”

“It went well though, aye?”

“Sort of. I mean, he feels the same and … I know he knows that I adore him, but how well could it possibly go when I’m leaving him the day after tomorrow to fly back home to a country I no longer consider my home?”

Mike sipped his whiskey coolly, “ah see”

Richie sighed. He could hear Eddie’s voice floating through the house from the office, Stan’s voice chasing it.

“If ya don’t come back, if ya decide to stay in America, yer gonna have to tell him yerself. Ah won’t do it for ya”

“I am coming back,” Richie spat, but Mike just shook his head.

“Ah know ya think ya are, but be realistic, Rich. It’s a big commitment to make to someone ye’v only been involved with for a few weeks”

“That’s … that doesn’t even make sense, I’ve … I’ve loved Eddie for longer than a few fuckin’ weeks, Mikey, you know that”

“Aye. I do, but does he?”

“…Yes. He must know, I tell him all the time how much I adore him”

“Aye, I’m sure ya do. But does he know ya love him? It’s different,” Mike said, simply.

“I haven’t … managed to say those words yet. Not exactly, but he knows. He must know”

– X –

“Hiya, Eds”

“Hello, love”

Richie’s heart swells.

“This is weird”

“I know”

Silence falls around them. Eddie’s face, pixelated and two-dimensional on Richie’s screen, looks small and distant, and Richie’s fingers itch with the desire to reach out and stroke Eddie’s cheek. He does just that, but instead of flesh, warm and soft, the pads of his fingers meet glass, unmoving, cold.

“How are you?”

“I saw you less than three hours ago, Rich”

“I know, but a lot can change in three hours. Have Mike and Stan convinced you to have a threesome with them, yet?” Richie asks, cringing immediately as the words leave his mouth, but Eddie just laughs.

“Not yet, but hey, you never know, loneliness does strange things to a boy”

“Do you think you’re going to be lonely?” Richie asks, and now it’s serious. The smile slips off Eddie’s face like butter.

Eddie shrugs, a tiny movement Richie can barely see. “I guess. Probably”

“We’ll skype every day right? I’ll ring you twice a day, if I have to. We’ll talk all the damn time. Ask Mike to get you a phone, we can text, we can –”

“Rich,” Eddie interrupts, “it’s going to be okay. You don’t have to talk to me every waking second of every day. I’m going to be fine”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” Richie mutters, but thankfully, Eddie doesn’t hear him.

They talk for hours, until Richie’s eyes start to droop, weighed down with leaden tiredness, and the pauses between their conversation grow longer and longer until they’ve drifted in and out of sleep in comfortable silence for over an hour. The last thing that Richie mutters to the slumbering Eddie are those words he can’t bring himself to say when Eddie’s awake.

#reddie #it 2017 #it 2019 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #ghost au #property developer au #it fandom #ao3 #thefutureisbright

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hi beautiful people , i'll be going by tess ( she / her pronouns ) & tbh with you , i'm internally crying from excitement now that i've joined this #lit group . this is my cue to shut up & beg for plots for this headass by the name of river . honestly i'm open minded to anything n' everything involving MESS . please dab on that heart , & i'll for sure pester you in the ims !

⋆ ╰ another year at hollingsworth , another year of the big six rivalry . i hear that ALEXANDER RIVER O’CONNOR is ensuring PI KAPPA EPSILON gets a solid pledge class and stays at the top of the ranks . oh , you’re not familiar with HIM ? RIVER is the HARRY STYLES look alike from TAMPA , FLORIDA . apart of PC ‘16 , he is majoring in ECONOMICS and has plans to MAKE IT BIG IN THE NFL after undergrad . it makes sense they pledged their house , their CHARISMATIC & PERSPICACIOUS attributes make them perfect matches . however , their CHOLERIC & IMPRUDENT attributes keep their name alive on greek rank . if you don’t catch them dancing to HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE at a fraternity band party this year , you’ll be sure to catch them nursing their morning hangover at PHI GAMMA IOTA . cheers to another wild semester ! trigger warning : alcoholism , drug mention , republicans .

𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : alexander river o’connor . 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 : only goes by river . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : twenty one years . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 : leo sun , aquarius moon , gemini ascendant ! 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : tampa , florida . 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : swings both ways ( family are unaware ) , & has only been in relationships with girls so far . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : painfully caucasian . 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : obnoxious laughter , snapbacks , empty beer cans , protein shakes , dust-covered study books , two seasons into spongebob squarepants on netflix , unread message from father , bitten nails , overflown trash cans , used condoms , cupboard full of ramen pots . 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 : • the o’connor’s hail from an incredibly political background . river’s grandfather great grandfather were both former mayors , his father is a wealthy senator & his mother a news anchor . river was kind of raised in a family who hold strong christian , conservative values ( republicans , yuck ! ) though his father remarried two times before winding up with river’s mom . needless to say , this clueless boy stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of his full & half - siblings ; who all had fixated dreams & plans from a young age , whether that was delving into medicine , business innovation and even the world of law . • in all honesty , though , let’s not get it twisted ! river was subject to a very privileged childhood . he had everything handed to him on a silver platter until the age of sixteen lmao & that’s when his father was tireless with his efforts to align his political aspirations with river’s future . he made sure that river was a hard working boy with several public sector jobs along with school ( though he really didn’t need the money , it was more-so about enhancing his life-long skills & brushing up on prowess ) , & all throughout high school he still maintained tip top grades . • during high school river was also an active member of his school council , debate team , played lacrosse & football but really fell in love with football more than anything . he dropped the rest of the extracurricular’s towards the end to focus on football , as his coach was a huge positive influence & encouraged him to pursue this lil’ ol ambition ! • so lets skip to college ! river knew by senior year he wanted to get away from his home town and embellish in new surroundings for his college years . as soon as he touched base in georgia he pledged for any fraternity house that would take him in ( pi kappa epsilon , in this case ) & immediately hurled himself into a wild partying lifestyle ( lets get reckless luv ) . alcohol , drugs , sex , you name it . & as of now he is currently playing for the college football team ��in the pipeline dream hopes of getting scouted lmao , but his father of course pushed him to take on a degree that could be utilised for a political future . he figured economics was perhaps the most ideal course of action to keep his family content . so yeah ! though he comes across really meathead - like & kind of ( ? ) a mess , back home river’s family are on the receiving end of a more polished , cultivated version of their son .

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀 :

• okay first thing’s first . river’s a huge shithead but the rare times get him in his philosophical spiels talking about the world’s political state , or rather , america’s political state , he’s far more woke than his family , & actually doesn’t believe in a lot of what his father spews . there have been far too many family dinners where there’s been heated debates between him & his relatives . • as i’ve mentioned before , he’s become a huge party boy , & with this , unfortunately , in the recent year there’s been a slight dependency for the bottle ( jsyk he’s not a raging alcoholic but im js nine times out of ten you’ll find homeboy buzzed ) . river doesn’t think he really has a problem though , & he especially doesn’t think he has a place to really scream “ woe is me “ , if that makes sense ? he’s aware of his privilege & most times when he feels the whole world is piling on top of him , it’s just easier to go out & turn up . he’s stressed a lot of the time , but again , it’s easier to bury this with the company of his friends on some #lets get wrecked boys lmao . also when he goes back home between semesters , he helps with his father’s campaign & the like . there’s responsibilities , he doesn’t get to go back home for a break . you’ll find that he’s a freak of routine & could be drinking and partying until six in the morning but will still wake up at nine to go for his morning run . • an attention - seeking fuckboy , he can very loud and vulgar but is here for a good time not a long time. most of his relationships have either been very on / off or flings that have fizzled out due to the fact he’s a leo & river is too invested in himself to ~ open up ~ emotionally . he’s an athlete so he is very competitive , a sore loser dfjndfj & can have a melodramatic temper both off and on the field !

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So I checked out your stories and I LOVE THEM!!!!!!! Your 'Little Moments' chapters are all so amazingly written, unique, and well captured. I'm also going through your other stories and am now waiting eagerly for the next chapter of "Effects of War" but now I want to know more about Avaleina cause she's the only Legolas x OC I've ever liked.

Oh my god??? Wow thanks!!!! Im so glac you like her, I need more people to SO like here we go guys 🤷‍♀️

• She was one of 5 elflings who had both parents die when Amon Lang fell. The same night that Legolas lost his mother.

• They come to be known as the "Orphans of Greenwood," and most grow to become the most fierce and most intimidating of Greenwoods army. Burning rage and revenge are incredibly good motivators.

• Thranduil ended up basically making a dormitory for all of them inside the Mountian, since all the elflings were too tramatuized and unwilling to be adopted to another family.

• I always thought that Thranduil was the type of father who was fully invested on all of his sons friends lives, and he has more than enough lecturing and love to go around so he kept a super close eye in them all.

• So the orphans were raised by an assortment of well meaning and over protective staff and a King.

• Anyway Legolas was super good friends with all of them, and grew up with all of them but he was particularly close to two of them. Farlen and Avaleina.

• But especially especially Avaleina

• Thranduil can keep his crown and Greenwood because these two have their own domain because they are the King & Queen of friends to lovers but slowburn af

• If you look up "Commitment Issues" in a Silvan dictionary it'll just be a drawing of Legolas. He saw and felt what losing his mother was like, and he see's everyday how much his father still hurts over missing her.

• So he decided when he was like 10 that he would never fall in love. No sir. No love for him. That was too painful, and he wanted nothing to do with it, losing friends was enough.

• If you catch only one of them doing something dumb, dangerous or against the rules then you better keep looking cause you best believe the other one is lurking nearby.

• They're absolutely ridiculous togeather sometimes cause they have so many inside jokes and energy and theyre so hecking comfortable around eachother, and they both can be really loud without meaning to be out of excitement.

• Ava knew she was in love with Legolas wwwaaayyyy before he knew he was in love with her. But she didn't say anything cause she knew him and she knew it would freak out.

• Meanwhile Thranduil and Galion were watching from a distance taking bets on how long it would take them to get togeather.

• When they did FINALLY get togeather Legolas was also the King of trying to break it off several times but then changing his mind for various reasons. (Near death experiences, his father/Galion talking him out of it, jealousy, Ava just absolutely not taking ANY of his shit, ect)

• They kept everything Super Super Secret (even from their own people.) And while Thranduil noticed the change, he never asked and they never outright told him. Occasionally, he would make passing veiled comments that he was fully aware of their secret and they never denied anything.

• They never once said "I love you," to eachother That Way until after the war.

• Because Love Is Dangerous And Bad And We Do Not Love Here.

• Instead; They would ask one another to marry them, when nobody else could hear OR "We're going to die doing this." "At least you'll finally meet my Nana."

• He made her engagment rings out of random object literally all of the time. She has a whole box fill of them.

• Sometimes ribbons, bow strings, grass blades, flower petteles, strips of tree back. Anything. Everything.

• They were both on a team called the Amarth which translates to "Doom" which was essentially the Navy Seal team of Greenwood. This made them even more disturbingly close cause TRAUAMA BONDING ANYONE

• If they're on the same patrol in the forest they usually sleep next to eachother, or one sleep while the other keeps watch. At home, she usually sneaks into his room and crawls into bed in the middle of the night so that they can sleep togeather. Cause they both sleep significantly better with the other one around.

• Legolas didn't say a single thing about her to anyone during the quest just in case little ears of the enemy overhear and tell those working with the darkness in Greenwood how important she was.

• He was terrified the entire time that she would meet the same fate as his mother. Or that she would be kidnapped and used against his father. Or worse. Kidnapped for the sake of it.

• So he didn't say anything until after he got home, and she almost punched him in the face for joining the fellowship.

• She goes to Ilithein with him but also does quite a but of traveling with him and Gimli

• Gimli adores her. Absolutely adores her.

• Not only because he pretty much legally has to love anybody Legolas does, but also because of how Legolas is whenever she's around. Like. He thought Legolas was annoyingly happy during the quest?? That's nothing compared to being reunited with your lifelong best friend after surviving a war both of you had just assumed would painfully kill the both of you, and then get to enjoy a newly peaceful word togeather the likes of which neither had ever experienced AND be publicly affectionate????

• Nothing beats that. Nothing.

• He leaves for Valinor before her because of his Sea longing, she stays until the very very last of the Greenwood elves are ready to sail. And then a bit longer than that cause she goes with the Twins to find Maglor and make him sail west with them.

• She and Legolas get married twice. Once it middle earth so all their mortal friends can be there and then once in Aman once all if their family has come back to life.

• He might as well have: "If she's on the other side of the world and the only way I can reach her is to cut the earth in half with a dull spoon, i would be there in 3 days," tatood in his face

• And she should have : "If you day or do literally one single thing to hurt him after everything he's done I'm going to hurt you until Eru himself regrets making you," in hers.

• They're the biggest fucking dorks in the WORLD who I just want to run around singing and making jokes and be togeather and I love them very much.

#tolkien #lotr #legolas #Legolas headcanon #Legolas x OC #answered asks

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HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?

WHO: Tobias Berry / Noah Puckerman ( @puckmanhq ) / Aliyah Puckerman ( @alipucks ) LOCATION: Toby and Aliyah’s place DATE & TIME: June 28, 2019, 1 AM - June 28, 2019, 8:30 AM SUMMARY: Puck visits Aliyah at her apartment to clear his head and get away from IHQ, but ends up spending the night with Toby instead. WARNINGS: Excessive drinking and non-descriptive nudity

1 AM

Well, shit. Puck thought as his sister walked off to her room, her middle fingers the last thing he saw before she completely disappeared. “Fucking charming.” Ha, I got the last word. Less than a second later the sound of an opening door before, “Fucking dumbass.” One final door close and now it was painfully quiet. Puck started bouncing his knee, looking around like he’d never seen the inside of an apartment before. See, now he was just chillin’ in the room with Tobias and honestly, he’d never really hung out with him, even though he was technically family, as Joey’s uncle. Guess they just didn’t have that much in common. Probably should have got the fuck up and taken his tipsy ass home but he really couldn’t be bothered. So instead he looked over at Toby. “Beer or tequila?” He asked as he poured himself a shot, ready to pour another.

“Fuckin’ traitor,” Tobias mumbled. How could Aliyah leave him right now? They weren’t even halfway through their movie. It’s not like it was-- Tobias checked his phone. “Shit,” he exhaled gently. “It’s later than I thought it was.” Which, if that was the case, why the hell did Aliyah let Puck inside in the first place? Tobias rubbed his eyes, still red from the makeshift hotbox in the bathroom earlier, and dismissed his own question with a shrug. Nope. Practical thought just didn’t exist when it was past midnight and you were still high as fuck. Tobias slowly turned his head towards Puck, interest finally piqued by his presence and the classical conditioning of the promise of alcohol. “Well, shit. If you’re pouring, then whatever cost the most.”

"Tequila it fucking is then." Pouring a second shot he handed it to his unlikely drunking buddy and riased his own glass. "To whatever the fuck this night's gonna be." Clinking his glass against Toby's, Puck did the classic frat boy table touch before throwing it back. Feeling the familiar burn, he chased it with a swig of beer before pouring himself another one. Already feeling the temperature rising which caused him to pull at the collar of his tank before leaning forward to place his beer on the coffee table. Looking at the screen he couldn't even remember what they were watching. "Dude, you look high enough to hear colors right now." He said as he took off his hat, because really was it 78 degrees in here? "And what the fuck is this movie?" He asked handing the younger man another shot.

With an exaggerated wince, teeth bared and all, Tobias placed the glass down. His technique was amateur, greedy even. But thankfully he didn’t have to smell and savor the damn thing. He just had to throw it back and accept that clear liquor was a foul ass invention. He drew a line with his eyes from the bottle to his empty drink, and gave Puck his best DJ Khaled impression. “Another one.” Condensation was already pooling around the base of their shot glasses, and the coasters they should have been using were sitting in a neat pile off to the side. Tobias exhaled warmly, shrugging off his signature denim jacket, before running a hand through his hair. Toby and Aliyah’s AC had been fucked for about a week now. The superintendent was taking his sweet ass time (as usual) in fixing it. Tobias hit at his sternum with a weak fist to break up the burn. “Oh, that?” He pointed at the screen. “It’s that one movie where that dude’s chest gets caved in and bites this other guy’s hands off?” Tobias started giggling. “It’s real great when you’re high,” he sang. “A classic.” Tobias’ cat, Mercutio weaved around Puck’s legs, purring happily. “He likes dudes,” Tobias spoke earnestly, before snatching up the bottle of tequila from the coffee table. “I’m pretty sure he’s gay.” He took a gulp. Or two. Or three. “It’s so fucking hot. Are you hot?” Toby handed the bottle back over to Puck. “I’m hot as hell.” He wiped at his forehead with his arm. “You can stay and roast but--” he pulled his shirt over his head “--I’m not trying to die in my own apartment.”

Raising an eyebrow at the description of the movie they'd been watching, Puck shouldn't have been surprised. Aliyah was definitely into some weird shit and somehow she was pulling that off in a cool way and honestly Puck had never been more proud of a sibling. Looking at Toby, he assessed him, trying to decide if he was cool or not. On the one hand he quoted DJ Khaled and couldn't take a shot of tequila with looking like someone was feeding him fire. On the other hand, he quoted DJ Khaled and took a shot like he was eating fire. So, unclear where he was on the Noah Puckerman dope-o-meter. "You and my sister really found each other." Standing up for no apparent reason just to immediately sit back down, it was definitely approaching 'fuck it' levels of intoxicated, which is where any potential impulse control peace-ed the absolute fuck out. Looking down at the cat, Puck smirked, "Don't blame 'im, I'm fucking hot. Good taste, bro." And then he tried to bro fist the cat and Puck could swear he could hear the thank god you're pretty coming from the little dude. Hearing that it wasn't just him burning the fuck up made him want to facetime his brothers just to flip them off, because fuck you guys clothes are dumb when you're drunk. Standing up, and this time with purpose, Puck pulled out his phone because obviously his magic mike ass needed music for this moment. Turning up his phone after picking Hot In Here by Nelly, he removed his tank in a very aesthetically pleasing and manly way. Alright, so what really happened was, his drunk ass picked Metro Station's Shake It and as he went to take off his tank with one hand it got stuck and ripped and he just kind of through it to the ground and then he winked like a jackass. "Gotta give 'em a show." But who the fuck was he talking to? Oh, right, the gay cat, naturally.

Tobias’ laughter slipped past his teeth and fingers. “Dude, I can totally see why you get so much play. You’re amazing,” he slurred. Tobias’ giggles died down, but the ache in his cheeks remained as the room tilted. “I can almost see why Lucky slept with you.” Toby squinted. “Where are my glasses?” He patted over his face. Sheer force of will would definitely make his vision clearer. “Do you ever think that, like, your eyes are so blue because you’re sad?” Toby cradled his head in his hands,hoping his over-saturated sponge of a brain wouldn’t leak out of his ears. Every blink was heavy, every movement slowed-down to an unbearable rate. “Fuuuuuuuuck. That weed was too strong.” Sweat slid down his back. “I have no idea how--” Tobias undid his belt ”--Aliyah is sleeping through this. I’m about to off myself.”

"Almost?” Puck said momentarily alert. “I’m the most fuckable.” As if to prove himself, he removed his pants, swearing feet weren’t usually this fucking difficult to get through a damn pant hole. Now, he was just standing there in his stripey boxer briefs vaguely gesturing at himself to accentuate his point. Honestly, at this point sounds were muffled and everything sounded kind of far away, maybe that’s why he was hyper focused on the younger man’s mouth. Not that he was secretly a master at lip reading, but when you’re drunk you’re pretty convinced you’re the master of everything. Picking up his phone again he pulled up his camera and started recording before standing stupidly close to Toby and making the camera lens face them, because there was no fucking way he was capable of remembering the invention of the fucking front facing function. Throwing his free arm around the taller man’s shoulders, he pulled him in close before tuning his face toward him. “You ever seen what happens when Ali gets serenaded?” He asked pausing for a moment letting a drunken smile creep on his face and he handed Toby his phone. “I think we oughta find out.” Honestly everything that happened next was..... something that never needs to see the light of day.

What the fuck is going on? Something that sounded a bit like Post Malone’s Sunflower was sounding through her room . As Aliyah hazily rose from her almost slumber, her feet dragged along her floor as she moved, feeling around, refusing to give in and turn on a light. As she was becoming more aware she noticed the song was becoming louder, yet not clearer as she moved closer to her door. Noticing the light shining underneath, she got ready to tell the neighbors to shut up as she opened her door. Unfortunately, the sight she was met with almost alerted her into a fucking heart attack.

Stood before her was her dumbass clearly drunk brother in the worst striped underwear she’d ever seen. When he saw her he began singing Wind Beneath My Wings. Peaking her head out more she wondered, how the fuck is Toby sleeping through this? Why the fuck is my loudest brother still here? and last but certainly not least, since when could he legit sing?

“Sing another word and I’ll make sure you’re left with a face only good enough for radio.” Suddenly she noticed more movement. “Fucking move.” She said and to his credit he did move, even if he hadn’t stopped singing.

Immediately upon seeing her actual favorite person, in a state of undress she fucking knew, he was drunk too. “Oh Toto, no, not you too. Fucking betrayed, dude, not cool.” Honestly, how was she supposed to control Puck in this state he was literally bouncing around like a 90′s rubber ball and apparently had been a hype man for Toby who was shamelessly smiling at him like this shit was normal and they weren’t drunk.

“Just havin’ a blasty blast, Al, and the AC doesn’t exsit and–” Then he just started moving. Was he holding a phone? Was it recording.

Walking over to her best friend she plucked it out of his hand and was kind of pleased it was, A) Puck’s phone and B) recording. Quickly she stopped the video so she could send it to herself before hitting record and handing it back to Toby. “Good Boy.”

Suddenly there was a woosh of fabric flying by her face, landing on Toby’s foot which he just laughed at and Aliyah without taking a proper look at what had been thrown turned around and was met with a fully nude Puck singling Sweet Child Of Mine while living his best nude air guitar life. With the quickest turn around ever, she ran to Toby and used him to balance herself as she pulled one of her socks off and throwing it at Puck. “I’m gonna kill you both and I’m keeping this.” She said snatching Puck’s phone out of Toby’s hand.

“You’re a fucking buzzkill anyone ever tell you that?” Puck said way too damn loud, at least he wasn’t singing anymore. Turning to look at Toby as she heard him snort she saw he was pointing at Puck, smiling, “He’s got a sock on his thingy.” Thank fuck it’s covered, was all Aliyah could think. Somehow they ended up on the same side of the room as she was poking around on Puck’s phone and before she knew it she looked over and it looked like they’d tripped over each other and just… fallen asleep. Taking a picture of their already drooling selves with her own phone, she sent it to Toby with the message; this is why I rebuke heathens from our lives. Then to Puck with a slightly more serious message; stop drinking, you’re someone’s father.

After sending out a few way too forward texts and taking over his twitter and insta, she threw the phone at him and watched as it hit his leg. Exhaling she went over to the fridge and took out their half gone bottle of Orange Juice and drank the rest, because she knew that shit was like the base of Puck’s cure to a hangover. Leaving a charming note saying, ‘FUCK YOU.’ on it. Looking at the time she was ten kinds of pissed and ended up leaving the room the same way she had two hours ago. Middle fingers up as she disappeared back into her bedroom. “Assholes”

8:30 AM

Pulling a mess of curls back into a messy bun, Aliyah had been staring at the rather amusing sight of a blanket covered, naked, hardcore cuddling Puck and Toby. "Oh that's totally on what the fuck, bingo." She said to herself as she got her phone out to take about 15 different pictures. Seriously contemplating posting a couple on insta. Making a mental note to create the WTF?! bingo card for real, Aliyah watched as her best friend stirred to life.

Tobias whined, refusing to open his eyes. “Why are there such things as hangovers,” he spoke groggily. His cheek was stuck to warm skin, a slow heartbeat making a tender home inside his ear. He was too comfortable to move, but Mercutio’s timid cries were annoying as fuck. “And why does my mouth taste like literal ass?” Finally lifting up, Puck’s heavy arm slid from around his form. Toby’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Suddenly launching himself into space seemed like the best out, but then he spotted Aliyah, standing smugly in front of the couch. “I… this isn’t what it looks like.” His voice was thick with sleep (and hopefully nothing else). “Pretty sure there’s a valid explanation for...” Tobias examined the crime scene. His and Puck’s clothes were strewn about the floor and the entire bottle of Tequila from last night was empty. He wiped the drool he left on Puck’s chest, nausea bubbling in the pit of his stomach. No matter what Toby said, he didn’t know what happened, and that meant there was a lingering possibility that Puck’s dick had been in or around his mouth. Or worse. “Please don’t tell anyone, Al.”

As he looked at her, Aliyah raised an eyebrow, listening to his pleas and getting way too much of a power trip out of it. “You know I don’t talk to people.” Grabbing her thermos of espresso she bent down to flick Puck’s nose until he opened his eyes. “I’m going to work.” Then she was gone.

Smacking the hand away from his face, Puck slowly opened his eyes, and all he could really see was a combat boots moving further away. Shit, the IHQ pride games or whatever is today. He thought to himself, not even noticing the second body lying with him, he sat up ready to get up before he finally realized there was a whole ass person on him and out of instinct he caught them around the waist. Just like that he could feel them breathing, his sight was clearing up and soon the dark head of hair and skinny frame were starting to form a face in his mind. “Fuck.” Moving Toby off of him, he stood up, some discomfort in the Puckzilla region. Looking down he noticed all the clothes strewn everywhere and the cause of his dickcomfort (if you will). “Why’s there a sock on my dick?” Adjusting it he looked for his underwear. “Why the fuck is it so scratchy?”

#i just kinda squished everything together in as chronological order as i could #discord.#alipucks #puckmanhq #toby discord.#toby / puck.#toby / aliyah.

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You first met Jimin with your best friend Jungkook at a party. It was the farewell party of your senior Yoongi, who had helped you alot through your years in college. He was transferring to another country along with his family and requested you to especially attend the night. So you did.

You didn't really like parties and had zero experience as to what you should wear. So you ended up wearing a golden turtle neck sweater paired with dark high-waisted jeans and heels. Your hair was tucked in a high pony tail and gold earrings adorned your ears.

The party was held outdoors of a luxurious hotel since yoongi was quite rich. Entering the venue, you felt awkward with all the stares from random strangers, but immediately spotted jungkook. However, he wasn't alone, but had a rather handsome company with him.

As you approached them, jungkook's face lit up at the sight of you, but suddenly started laughing, saying,

"Oh my God y/n! Don't you have any party clothes? I could've bought you some."

The handsome guy beside him smirked at you and you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment. You remembered seeing him at jungkook's place once.

Jungkook was right. Everyone except you was dressed in formal attires; pencil skirts with button-up shirts, elegant dresses, gowns and suits. But did you care?

"Jungoo, you know that I don't give a fuck about clothes. Besides, it's my first time attending a party so kindly shut the fuck up." You said - annoyed.

The handsome guy laughed at your sarcasm and Jungkook felt the need to introduce you both.

"Oh y/n! This is an old friend of mine, Jimin." You smiled at him; his name suited him perfectly. "And Jiminsii.. This is the girl I've been telling you about." Jimin smirked at you and offered his hand for you to shake. "Nice to meet you y/n," his voice was smooth as honey.

"Same here Jimin," you said and shook his small hand with yours. You wondered what did Jungkook tell him about you.

The party was going pretty well and you gave Yoongi the gift you'd brought for him. "Haha y/n. I've never seen you dress up like this. You look so cute aegoo." He squeezed your cheeks while making fun of you. You just rolled your eyes playfully at him.

Since jungkook was mostly busy with jimin, you spent your time drinking. Yes, you loved alcohol and had quite a high tolerance. Which is why after chugging a whole bottle, you felt just a little bit tipsy. But it was enough for you to trip on your high heels as you tried getting up. Jimin, who was glancing at your side from time to time, immediately made his way towards you. He helped you get up, supporting you in his strong arms. You muttered a quiet thank you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Jimin, upon seeing your messed up state, glanced back at jungkook; who only gave him a nod and a thumbs-up. He took you to his hotel room; since he had only come for a few days from Seoul, and was staying there for the night.

He gently laid you on the King- sized bed and took off your heels. All the while, you couldn't help but stare at his face and wonder how could someone be this handsome. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the sudden undeniable attraction for the man in front of you, but you held his hand in yours.

You let out a low "jimin".

Jimin's eyes widened at the sight of your entwined hands. You looked so vulnerable and submissive that he couldn't help but think of all the things he could do to you. But he did not. He didn't want to take advantage of a girl in her drunken state, let alone his friend's best friend.

"Y/n... You should sleep now." He gave you a half smile and left the room.

You sighed. You weren't that drunk to be taken advantage of. One thing you found utterly sexy was jimin's intimidating stares that could kill people. He kept looking at you throughout the time you'd been drinking and you had caught him a few times but he looked away immediately. Strange.

Well, you tried dozing off but could not. Thoughts of jimin clouded your mind and you just wanted him to be there. You checked your phone only to find jungkook's numerous texts asking if you were okay. You smiled as you read them; your best friend certainly was the best.

But there were messages from another number too, so you checked.

Unknown: hey y/n...

Unknown: it's me jimin.

Unknown: dw I'm not a stalker. Jk gave me your number.

Unknown: well, just wanted to tell that the medicines are in the left drawer. And if you need anything else, you can call back.. sleep well!

As much as you were loving the attention from this attractive stranger, you couldn't tell why he was being so nice to you. And what did jungkook tell him about you? Anyway, you replied.

Y/n✨: thankyou for the concern jiminsii... but im not that drunk to need medicines.

Y/n✨: also, tell jungkook im alright:)

Jimin replied immediately.

Hotstranger: jungkook just left. But I'll inform him.

Hotstranger: you don't need to go home. Sleep. I'll be back soon.

You blushed at how domestic that sounded. You imagined jimin saying that to you and somehow it looked so sexy.

But what did he mean by I'll be back soon? Was he staying there too? On the same fuckin bed? It was an expensive hotel and of course he was not gonna pay for another room. Besides, you honestly did not mind a hot stranger sleeping by your side anyway.

A few minutes later, you heard the door creak and someone -well - jimin entered the room. You shut your eyes immediately, and your heart was thudding in your chest. He went to the bathroom to change. When he came back, he sat at the far side of the large bed, busying himself on his phone. You couldn't help but flutter your eyes open, only to see jimin wearing a white t-shirt with black sweatpants, hung low at his hips. The shirt was almost see-through and a bit damp at places. You could see his stomach through it.

"Uh..jimin?" You startled jimin with your voice and he practically jumped, but composed himself quickly.

"W-what? I thought you were asleep." He scratched his neck shyly.

You chuckled at how cute he looked. "Can you please lend me some of your clothes? Mine are too uncomfortable to sleep in."

"Yeah, sure."

Jimin went to his closet and picked a loose white button-up and shorts. You thanked him and went to his bathroom.

When you were done, you peeked out of the door and said, "umm.. The shorts were too loose for me so ..umm.. I only wore the shirt. Thank you again."

"No it's okay y/n." Jimin's eyes subtly followed your exposed legs as you make your way to your side of bed. You plopped down on the bed and got into the sheets. God! Everything smelt of jimin's intoxicating odour. Was it his shampoo, body wash or just his natural vanilla smell? You couldn't figure out. All you knew was that it aroused you in so many ways. You didn't know how you'd ended up in this awfully attractive man's bed, but your drinking proved to be a blessing in disguise.

Jimin put his phone on the side table, shaking the bed as he got under the sheets too. He couldn't bring himself to sleep. Not when you-his crush for quite a long time-were laying beside him, in his shirt.

Jungkook had wanted you both to meet up and spend some time together. Both jimin and you were single and workaholics. So jungkook thought it would be cool if you both had a liking for each other. Besides, he was aware of jimin's small crush on you, which he had developed when he first saw you at jungkook's place.

Jungkook told jimin about your likes, dislikes, and how you were totally different from other girls.

Jimin kept rejecting girls, proly because of his busyness in work. You on the other hand, never really hung out in bars or cafes as they were not your taste. You liked libraries; and you often visited one after work. Jungkook often teased you that you'd die alone and he'd have to bury you in a library.

There was no spark in your life, but jungkook was sure no one could resist a man like jimin for long.

And so here you were, completely drunk in his intoxicating aura.

When you turned to jimin's side, your lazy eyes met his brown ones. Fuck... His eyes widened instinctively.

"Haha," you laughed dryly. "Seems like we both can't sleep tonight."

Jimin gulped. Seeing you wear his shirt was doing wonders to him.

"Y- yeah. The shirt looks really nice on you."

You blushed and looked down; only to realize how loose it really was. So much so that the collar had slipped down one of your shoulders; thereby exposing your flesh. Well, shit!

When you looked back towards jimin, you found his eyes roaming all over your body, tracing each and every curve as if memorizing them.

"Y/n," his deep voice caught you off guard. "You're not wearing a bra huh." His lustful eyes were burning holes in your body.

Suddenly you felt like a deer caught in headlights. You couldn't help but let out a moan and he hadn't even touched you yet.

"You're so hot... y/n." Jimin closed the painfully long distance between you two, placing his hand on your bare shoulder. His fingers started rubbing small circles on your skin, and nothing had ever turned you on more.

His other hand went to the nape of your neck to keep you close to him as he placed small kisses on your shoulder up to be back of your ear. Then he whispered seductively, "jungkook was right. You're fucking hot."

Wait, what?

"J-jungkook said what?" You asked, mouth agape.

Jimin chuckled darkly and whispered in your ear, "that you're hot y/n."

You could not believe your ears anymore. How could your best friend... Wait... Was he deliberately trying to hook you both? Did he want this too?

You looked back at jimin, who was staring intently at you. His jaw tightened when you bit at your bottom lip and he closed his mouth on one of your earlobes. He licked the soft flesh, swiping his skillful tongue down your neck. You let out a whimper as your hands tugged at his blonde locks. You felt so vulnerable under his seductive gaze; it left an aching in your heart. Never had anyone made you feel that way in such a short period of time. Jimin's teasingly slow tongue finally reached your bare shoulder; where he started sucking and biting on your flesh. You let out soft, pleasurable moans near his ear, tugging on his hair harder. He let go of your shoulder and shifted his eyes to look at yours.

Damn.

His sweaty damp T-shirt was pressed to his chiseled body and you could see his chest and abs through it. You gasped when his hand went to the neck of your-his- shirt and unbuttoned a few buttons. He started kissing your collarbone; open-mouthed kisses that made your breathing shallower. Jimin slowly made his way down to the beginning of the curve of your breast; stroking the soft skin with his plump lips. Slowly, he pinned you down on the matrice; hands on your hips as he got on top of you. The soft creaking of the bed made your insides flutter.

Jimin looked straight into your widened eyes; studying the features of your face. He then dipped his head into the crook of your neck, whispering near your ear sensually,

"you make it so difficult for me babygirl. I couldn't stop staring at you through out the party"

You whimpered at the nickname; clutching his T-shirt tightly.

"Mhm... what will I tell jungkook now.. huh? That I fucked his best friend?" Jimin softly kissed your earlobe; his actions and words contradicting.

You kissed his jaw; arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered against his skin,

"I don't care what you tell him. I just care about what you might do to me."

Jimin practically shuddered at your words; while retracting his head from your neck and looking at you.

"Y-you're so irresistible baby. I swear I could make you cum for days." He leaned in to kiss your lips, lips just brushing yours as his hot breath teased you.

"Then...then do it jimin. Don't stop."

Your lips met his in a hot, messy kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you gave him entrance. Jimin's skilled tongue tasted you like a cannibal; your hot moans swallowed by his mouth.

Your hands made their way under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his back tighten. You slowly lifted his shirt and jimin threw it off. His melanin skin looked ethereal in the moonlight coming from the thin curtains and your fingers roamed all around his body in a feather-like movement.

Jimin shuddered and unbuttoned the rest of your shirt buttons in one smooth motion.

"You're so beautiful," jimin whispered; taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned at his wet lips exploring every crevice of your body. One of his hand gripped your thigh, traveling upwards to your silk panties. Jimin's fingers worked their way inside and removed the piece of clothing in a single tug.

You wrapped your legs around his tiny waist; one hand at the nape of his neck and the other tugging on his smooth hair. Jimin put his hand on your shoulder now, slowly moving it over the length of your arm upto your hand. The silky fabric on your arms dropping swiftly as he did it to the other arm too. His smooth movements made you shiver vulnerably.

Jimin got off of you and took off his sweatpants. You could see the outline of his painful bulge through his grey boxers. Your hands instinctively went to his length and started palming him over the way-too- tight fabric. He groaned and removed your hand; getting rid of his boxers too.

Jimin's weight was back on you as his fingers found your entrance. You whimpered at his thick finger thrusting into your hole; stretching. The cold metal of his ring caused heat to erupt in your stomach.

He adjusted his length to your entrance; looking at you in desperation.

"Y/n, are you on birth control?"

"Yes." You nodded.

Jimin entered you in a single thrust of his hips, letting you adjust to his size. His throbbing length filled you completely, causing a strangled moan to erupt from your throat.

"Ah.. y-you're so fucking tight baby.. Fuck."

Jimin's deep-ass voice made your insides turn.

"J-jimin.. you can move now." He nodded and started thrusting in you, his pace getting faster with every moan coming from your mouth. He started kissing the crook of your neck, breathing heavily near your ear. You tugged at his hair harder with every thrust.

"F-faster... please," you breathed. Jimin obliged and started thrusting into you at a wild pace. You could feel your orgasm building inside you.

"Mhmm.. is it enough for you babygirl?" he whispered deeply in your ear; kissing it several times. You nodded, unable to form any coherent words in your state of pure bliss.

Suddenly, jimin's phone went off. You whined when he stopped his movements to pick up his phone from the nightstand. "Fuck..It's jungkook," jimin said looking at you. He picked up the call immediately. "Hey jungkook...y-yeah.. She's alright now." You started teasing jimin by moving your fingers along his chest and abdomen. He glared at you.

"Sh-she's asleep... yeah."

You wanted to get a reaction out of him and started thrusting your hips upwards, taking him deeper than ever. Jimin's moans were threatening to erupt but he managed. He placed a finger on your lips to keep you from making any sound; but you knew better. You licked his finger and started sucking on it; meanwhile looking jimin in the eye. You could feel his breathing become shallower and you smirked; he was falling apart..

"N-nothing jungkook.. really.. I'm alright... just.. just tired." Before you could do anything further, he said, "and yeah... your best friend is fucking hot."

Your breath hitched and you chocked on your air. You could hear jungkook chuckle at this, causing jimin to smirk widely at you. Jungkook is so dead you thought.

Jimin ended the call and threw his phone aside. His eyes bore into yours, holding a fierce glow.

"You almost got us caught y/n. Or shall I call you..y/n slut?"

His deep voice caused goose bumps all over your body. He leaned in and placed his tongue flat on your throat; licking and sucking the tender skin there. He thrusted his cock deep into you, making you clutch his shoulder blades for support. Your nails dug into his smooth tanned skin, leaving red marks. You moaned his name as the thrusts got more rough. "J-jimin I'm close." You were so close to your edge, you could feel it in your bones. Hearing you moan like this, his thrusts got faster and faster; until waves of euphoria erupted from your body, making you shiver under him. Jimin came undone soon after, spilling his seed inside you.

You both stayed like that for a while; sweaty bodies pressed together as you caught your breath. Jimin got off of you and laid by your side, arms secured around your tired form.

"That was amazing," you mumbled in his heaving chest. "Mhm.." His head lay in the crook of your neck as he played with you hair. "Next time.. I would really make you cum for days y/n."

His words made your insides tingle with excitement. Would there be a next time? "Then I'll look forward to it jimin." You put your arms around his neck and stared into his brown eyes; that you've come to love. "Sure you would," he said as he cut the distance and attached his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You kissed him back, as you put your fingers in his unfairly silky hair. This was undoubtedly the best aftercare ever, and you were looking forward to more of these with jimin. But since that night, you never saw him again. Maybe he went back to Seoul? Or God knows where. But you missed your hot stranger a lot.

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cleverbroadwayurl · 6 years

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Some AUs that I Love

Okay so I made a giant list of AUs, prompts, and other things that I love so that you guys could reblog/request/get inspiration from them! I know some are really similar, but honestly that just means I really love that trope! Please feel free to reblog these and use them for your own purposes! I’ll update this list as time goes on, I’m sure, as I’ve had a running list for a long time that was just on my phone. I also don’t own any of these (besides 152 and 196).

it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost

I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria

it’s 3am, in the dead of winter, some motherfucker pulled/set off the fire alarm and I am being very vocal about how I’m gonna make that fucker pay

The guy with the bibles on the quad has cornered me and is screaming about hell, please rescue me

You’re the only one who actually responded to the desperate message I sent to the whole class about needing the notes

'i ordered a pumpkin spice latte at starbucks and you made a heart with the foam and i decided to drink it here so i can smile at you some more’ au

you walked here in a blizzard to get your hot chocolate but you forgot your wallet at home, here, let me buy your drink for you

we’re at the mall when there’s a severe weather warning over the loudspeakers, guess we’re spending the night here

“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU

“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU

“You have just witnessed me cry over the ending to my favorite game before class began please don’t ever tell anyone about this.”

“I’ve never talked to you before but the teacher just used us as an example for a scenario where we are married.”

“I’m exhausted, feverish, and hacking up a lung, and the student health center’s first suggestion was pregnancy, can you help me get to the ER in town” AU

“I know that this probably isn’t a good idea but it’s included in the meal plan and I’m stressed out, so I keep hitting the ice cream sundae bar in the buffet style dining hall at least a couple times a week” AU

bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about au

you fell asleep and i started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple au

actually, any mistaken for a couple au

having to SHARE A LIVING SPACE FOR ARBITRARY FIC REASONS. having to see each other in their pajamas first thing in the morning, messy haired, drowsy eyed and soft faced. going from “you can have the bathroom first” to brushing their teeth beside each other and feeling like this closeness has always existed (at the same time, painfully aware that it won’t always).

bed sharing. :^) we all pretend we’re bigger than this but we are not.

'room mate has a nightmare and doesn’t want to sit alone at night’ au

'room mate gets sick and needs tissues and cough sweets and soup’ au

ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.

Don’t tell anyone you saw me crying AU

did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…

You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

'i’m having a minor breakdown in the middle of bed bath and beyond and you’re a bewildered shopper who wants to buy plates but also to make sure i’m okay bc im wailing a little bit in the kitchenware section’ au

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need that book can you get it for me??? Wait you’ve read that book? let’s have an in depth conversation about it.”

“You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

“We’re on the bus and I’m really not trying to take up your space I’m sorry I just have rlly rlly long legs”

“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious”

It’s like 3AM and my roommate locked me out of the house and I forgot my keys and I’m really drunk pls take pity on me and let me crash at your place for the night o’ neighbor of mine AU

The walls in this apartment building are really thin and I can hear you having mental breakdowns all the time are you okay? AU

“I barely know you but my boyfriend just broke up with me and you heard me crying so you brought over ice cream and movies” AU

I was in a hurry and I ran into you outside the coffee shop while you were carrying two lattes and it turns out they were both for you except that now you’re wearing them I’m so sorry

‘i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your tiny body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever seen’ au

You passed out in my car because of strong medication and now I have to figure out how to get you home and avoid taking a picture of your cute sleeping face.”

“Hi so i know we haven’t talked before but we have French Literature together and i noticed you’ve been gone and since we’re on the same dormitory floor i thought i’d stop by and give you my really thorough notes and oh wow you’re rEALLY sick are you ok?”

you look so good and so many people are trying to pick you up and I can only sit in the corner and seethe, and now people are giving me concerned looks

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

I’m worried about your coffee dependency

“My shower’s broken but I’ve got a date tonight could I possibly use your shower please?” “Oh sure (neighbour that I’ve been crushing on for the past six months) of course you can use my shower to get ready for your date (fuck fuck fuck)”

There’s a person who won’t stop bugging me will you pretend to be my partner so that they’ll fuck off?

meeting while waiting for hours on end in the emergency room au

‘i’m pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u’ AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

“we work at the same office and never really interacted but suddenly we’ve been taken hostage” AU

“at a concert and you kinda saved me from being trampled” AU

“can i borrow your blanket? i need to cry.” AU

‘im really sorry i keep staring but i dreamed about you horribly dying last night and i just wanted to make sure you dont spontaneously combust’

‘i drew you a mathematical heart curve for valentine’s day u nerd’

“I’m a waiter/waitress and you always sit in my section. I really like you and i thought you liked me back until you walked in here with a date, w h o o p s would you look at that I keep spilling stuff on them” au

Another waiter/waitress one: “You always come to this place and never talk much, but now these two assholes are harassing me and you step in and defend me” au

“My friends dared me to go on this rollercoaster but now that we’re at the top it looks way too scary and hellO hot person sitting next to me (careful i might puke)” au

“My significant other just broke up with me and I impulse bought like 5 pizzas. Can you help me eat them and make me feel less like shit?” AU

“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

"This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” AU

“You crashed into me on your bicycle but I’m actually okay, you on the other hand look like you need some first aid” au

“this is totally awkward considering before this the only interactions we’ve ever had have been casual nods to each other in the hallway but there’s a huge fucking spider in my bath tub and you seem like the friendly neighbor type please help me” au

“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

“we’ve been pen pals for like hella months and we finally decided to meet up and damn your cute, also did you break up with your jerk bf/gf yet?” au

“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au

“idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” au

You and I ride the same bus home every day but never talk but then you fell asleep and sorry to wake you up (you look really cute in your sleep) but it’s your stop next

it’s exam week and i run a coffee shop near the campus and you walked right into my glass door i’m laughing so hard oh my god

you started screaming bloody murder and i could hear you from my apartment and i thought something was horribly wrong but it turned out to be just a spider. and after i squashed it with a slipper you coerced me into being your spider-savior

“you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au

“you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au

“i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au

“i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au

(cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au

i tried to call a crisis hotline but got one number off and started ranting for 10 minutes before you got to speak and tell me i got the wrong number but now you’re worried about me and telling me not to hang up

Character A has been working at a retail store during the night/early morning of Black Friday and is so tired, but they need to stay awake so that they can drive home. Character A stops at Character B’s small coffee shop—which opened early in case people came in at 4am—and Character A accidentally falls asleep in a very comfortable chair while waiting on their coffee. Character B lets them sleep and even gets a blanket out of the back room to cover Character A

You’ve been missing for 5 months and suddenly you turn up at my doorstep with a huge scar across your face, looking more grim than when you left and won’t talk about what happened.

You usually only order hot chocolate and yet today you’re ordering something with six shots of espresso, are you okay??? Are you gonna die???

I just took a super dangerous job and you’re trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money

You always bring your dates here to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone…you okay mate?

We are trapped in a bank during a robbery

I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you okay?

I don’t know how we ended up having to sit next to each other on a roller coaster ride—sorry I fell against you and grabbed your hand a couple times

“You’re so small”

“I can’t breathe”

“Fight me”

“Whose head do I have to rip off?”

“Don’t you ever fucking touch them again”

Found the other in an alleyway under the influence of drugs/alcohol and brought them home

“Why am I your emergency contact?”

“Wait, you actually stayed the night?”

“If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m gong to kick his ass.”

“I just want to cuddle and watch friends.

“I want my best friend back”

“If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

“Fuck…I feel like I’ve been hit by a car”

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“Are you drunk?”

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“We should get you to a hospital.”

I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waiter please help me

just a game? jUST A GAME????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN

“Please don’t touch me”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Game’s over son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!”

“Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

“Shit, are you bleeding?”

“You haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“Do you want to stay over tonight?”

“Every guy you date is a total jerk and I have to watch you get heartbroken over and over again because you can’t see that I love you!”

We were snuggling in our underwear when my roommate came home early from vacation now you have to try and sneak down the fire escape while I distract them with really terrible small talk

I don’t really know you but I noticed that this creep has been trying to chat you up even though you’ve already turned him down, so I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend until they leave you alone

It’s 2 am, we’re standing outside of our apartment building because someone pulled the fire alarm, and you look cold and unprepared, do you want to share my blanket?

We share a class at university and you forgot your notebook under your desk but luckily your phone number’s written inside PS: your doodles are pretty cool

I got stood up on a date and you were just grabbing dinner—shit my ex is here, sit down and pretend to laugh at something I said attractive stranger

Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am.

Imagine you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. People are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they now and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “Sorry, I’m so late, traffic is crazy right now.” He quietly adds “I’m [name]. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” And so you go with it because he’s sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

I’ve been texting my friend for about a week now and they don’t reply but turns out I was texting a random person and there was some deep personal stuff I sent oh my god why are they calling me now (+bonus if the person calls at 2am)

“Look I don’t mean to pry but you’ve been wearing the same outfit for three days and I just want to check that you’ve slept?” “Okay obviously not because you just passed out in the hallway holy shit what do I do?”

You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink

You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished

I come to this café pretty much every day after work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in

I brought you to my friend’s wedding as my plus one and it was really fun and all but now it’s the end of the night and we’re sitting alone together at the reception and all these twinkle lights and flowers everywhere are causing a hell of a lot of romantic tension between us and ohhhhhhhhh

We were the only two to show up to class because it was cancelled but stay inside to finish work and ‘Hey, are you good at math?’

You’re my neighbor who got drunk and thought this was your apartment but I can’t just send you back home when you keep crying and venting about all of these awful things happening to you

I’m always terrified no matter how many times someone draws my blood. And even though you don’t need to be there when the guy comes in to take it you always stay with me and talk to me to calm me down and hold my hand

There’s this creepy person asking me out over text and could you pretend to be my significant other?

“How much did you drink?”

I’m a little drunk and I tried to call my ex back and I typed in your number and you had to hear a long emotional rant ohmygod I’m mortified but you left me a really sweet voicemail aw

The coffee machine stopped working and you’re cramming for finals please don’t cry

I accidentally gave you the wrong dosage of your medication and now we’d better get to the hospital before you pass out and possibly die

Lady and the Tramp AU

“The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice cream and maybe we should eat it together?

“You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee”

You’re my roommate who’s super cute and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you.

"We work together and I stayed after a couple minutes and I saw you on the intercom pretending you were at the Hollywood Bowl with Beyoncé and not to be weird but you're adorable ??"

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single”

“I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad”

“I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile”

“You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.

“I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.

“I lied and said I could speak a different language to impress my crush but now he wants me to tutor him so I need to become fluent in Mandarin in 3 days HELP”

“I’m taking this Literature class to fill a Gen Ed, and for the love of God I can’t figure out this dumb poem. Here, you’re an English Major, please help me write this stupid paper” au

“I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be”

“I think I picked up your coffee by mistake”

“I want my best friend back”

“I’ll be right over”

“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

“Is there a special reason why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“It’s okay to cry”

“Look at me--just breathe okay?”

“She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”

“We have to pretend that we’re married.”

“Why can’t they see that they’re meant for each other?”

“You did all this for me?”

“You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked mine.”

While closing up Character A finds that they’re completely snowed in and the roads are blocked. Character B--another employee/a regular that stayed late--gets out two mugs and offers to make Character A a cup of hot cocoa while they wait for the snow to clear.

“how much did you drink?”

“You deserve better. It doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better.”

“Please just hold my hand, that person’s basically undressing me with their eyes.”

Teacher from one department falls in love with teacher from another department AU

You found me singing a sad song on the fire escape a floor below you and you came down to ask me if something was wrong and I broke down and told you everything while you awkwardly sat there patting my head while I wept into your shoulder.

We sit across from each other on the train/tube everyday and I’m not sure how but we’ve ended up with this weird, silent, almost-friendship where we share “wtf” looks when we see another passenger doing something weird or telling a bizarre story and a few times I’ve almost gotten you to break and laugh out loud, but today you’re sitting with someone and I think they must be your partner because they are really in your space, but you shoot me a silent look that clearly screams ‘get this creep away from me’ and I’m all for that. AU

It’s the middle of winter and my heater went out and you let me stay at your place so I don’t freeze to death. God bless you.

Why are you crying in the hallway?? Are you okay?? Let’s go to my place, I have ice cream and Netflix.

I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying.

I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you AU

“I don’t get sick”

“It’s not fun anymore, I’m dizzy...”

“We need to get this fever down”

“If you don’t stop soon, we’re going to the ER.”

You didn’t get a blanket on this flight so I figured we could share mine. You look cold okay? NO I AM NOT BLUSHING

You walked into the student lounge on our dorm floor and saw me cry-studying and walked out and now you’re back with coffee and a bag of chips and I’m seriously debating proposing to you with my ring pop

I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re not picking up on my ‘fuck off’ vibes and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new one on me oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy

So I heard you get into this huge fight with someone and I know we’ve only exchanged genial smiles but I just wanted to check that you’re okay AU

You’re my adorably shy and awkward assistant who cares way too much about my love life and at a dance party you tell me to dance with the most attractive person in the room last so you can set up a date with them for me and when everyone’s gone I ask you to dance with me because you’re the prettiest person here to me duh AU

Your girlfriend decided to kick you out at 3 AM and I tripped over your boxes of shit in the hallways in my drunken trip to my apartment now I’m half passed out in a pile of your clothes AU

You asked who I had a crush on and so I described you to a tee but apparently you’re the most oblivious person in the world because you got kinda sad and nodded and HOW DO YOU NOT GET THIS AU

So your TV is facing the window and you’ve been watching Say Yes to the Dress for three days straight I just want to make sure you’re okay AU

You don’t eat nearly enough food and so I’ve gotten in the habit of making you lunches and bringing you deserts to make sure you don’t starve

My cereal is always on the bottom shelf but today they changed the layout so it’s on the top and I can’t reach it AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT YOUR HELP YOU GIANT AU

You are stupidly tall and you sit in front of me in class and I can’t see anything so I despise you with all of my soul AU

You are fiery and outspoken but you are so short that nobody pays any mind and I am so tall and have a huge crush on you so I just sort of follow you around making people listen to you AU

Person A getting startled by the New Years fireworks--not being fond of loud noises. Person B pulls them in for a deep kiss, completely distracting them from the exploding lights filling up the night sky

I was really drunk and you walked me safely back to my dorm room

My roommate brought you back to our apartment because apparently you got really drunk last night and needed someone to keep you safe and now you’re hungover and making pancakes and wow you’re cuTE

My ex runs one of the rides and I want to RUB IT IN THEIR FACE hold my hand and by the way when the camera takes a pic imma lean over and kiss you okay AU

#Now I'm off to Starbucks c ya #And if you reblog this from me there's a good 98% chance I'll request something from it #Like I'm not even joking I will go to your blog and just request this shit bc I love ALL OF THESE AUs #anyways;;; starbucks time

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Coriander Chapter 4a

Previous Installment found here. Approx 2500 words. Feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about.

It took the better part of an hour minutes to finish collecting flowers, mostly because Jasper insisted on inspecting each one for any flaws before plucking it and placing it ever so gently in the basket. So much for not wanting to wait another minute. Coriander half wished he would let her simply get on with her life, and he could go off adventuring to his heart’s content.

She also wished he would choose to stay in Knittlenau, if only because she was perhaps the most interesting and least intimidating person she’d ever met. Who needed to go to see the elves in Gaelgallah anyway? Anyone could spy them travelling on main roads just a few hours outside of town, certain days of the year. Coriander had the maps of the area memorized; she’d have no problem pointing Jasper to where he needed to go to see them pass by, and then he’d come back before midnight.

Something told her, however, he wasn’t the sort of person who’d be content to live in a little town like this, no matter how many wildflowers there were to pick.

“Do you know when the next new moon is?” Jasper asked. He plucked an ear of corn off the stalk as they passed by. Coriander stayed neatly on the dirt road herself, but Jasper took to the fence. He balanced effortlessly, only wobbling now and then when something distracted him.

“Ten days, I think.” Coriander fought the need to insist he come down right this minute, or else he’d be risking life and limb – or at least a very painful couple of bruises. That same something from before insisted he wouldn’t listen to her anyway. She was wrong, of course, but she had no way of knowing.

“Ah, damn.” Jasper shucked the corn in two movements and took a bite out of it, leaving Coriander to wonder why he was disappointed until he was done chewing. “I was hoping I’d have more time. You wouldn’t believe how beautiful Sterea is during their festivals.”

But a journey to Sterea would take weeks … and the new moons happen every month, didn’t they? What was the trouble? “You’ve been there?” She had never dreamed of seeing Gaelgallah, much less its capital city.

“No, but I’ve heard songs about it. Shall I sing one for you?”

She couldn’t hide her excitement. “If— “

She didn’t have the time to finish the first word before Jasper began to sing a traditional Sterean song about their festivals. Coriander had seen the sheets for Elfin music. The notes and harmonies, and how they twisted around each other like a braid. She’d even heard people try to recreate it, to painfully beautiful effect. But perhaps it was the magic in his blood that allowed Jasper’s single, gentle voice to capture the lilting melody in a way she’d never heard it before. It surrounded her, filled her like champagne in a glass. She watched him with wide eyes and slack jaw, drinking in the music like a camel at the sea – like she had never realized just how deep her thirst went until she could be sated like this.

She remained enthralled even after he stopped, misty eyed, with a few tears having slid down her cheeks. It was only when Jasper laughed, and held out a handkerchief that she realized he was done.

“I suppose I ought to apologize, Miss Tippit. I didn’t realize I’d put so much into the spell.”

The spell? She looked at him over the handkerchief, pressed to her nose and now-burning cheeks, as she understood, and couldn’t quite decide if that was cheating or genius to have magicked his own breath for the song. She had a feeling he’d laugh either way.

“Well?” he asked expectantly. “Was I good? It’s been a few weeks since I’ve performed for anyone but myself.”

Coriander didn’t quite have the courage to remove the handkerchief from her face just yet, and she didn’t feel it polite to speak with it covering her mouth, so she nodded. Embarrassment or no, she had to admit his voice was incredible.

“Thank goodness,” Jasper said, and she had a feeling his relief was being overdramatized. “The last thing I want is to offend the ears of my most honored guide.”

Was he still going on about that? Hadn’t he found his way to her easily enough? In a moment of fear, she wondered if he had put some sort of tracking spell on her -- though that couldn’t be right, could it? He worked with air, not tracking. Insofar as she knew, anyway. How powerful of a wright could he be, if he was this far away from any cities of note?

“Well?” Jasper asked, pulling Coriander from her thoughts again. She flushed, ashamed and ready to apologize, but he spoke before she managed to. “I was thinking there ought to be more songs about girls named after flowers anyway. There’s at least one adventurer with a name like a stone, so that means I won’t come first, but I can’t remember even one Lady Rose or Princess Daisy -- and Her Royal Majesty doesn’t count, since Lillian is different from Lily.”

Coriander could name three songs off the top of her head. The Maiden and the Knight, whose heroine was named Poppy. Lavender the Shoemaker. And Lady Hollyoak’s Crown of Leaves wasn’t exactly a flower, but she was going to count it anyway.

“I suppose so,” she said, and she didn’t miss his concern at her answer. Whatever he meant by it, though, wasn’t immediately clear, and she chose to keep silent for now.

Jasper frowned for a moment, thinking. Then, he clapped his hands, grinning again. “Shall we write songs of our own?” He looked at her with that expectant smile she was beginning to dread, and cleared his throat.

He sang the whole way back to her house, making up a tune about their potential adventures to come, only sometimes ruining the rhymes, if she were being generous. The song went on about defeating great beasts of lore -- defeating firedrakes and inspiring elfish poems and drinking tea with Queen Lillian.

She had to admit, one of those things might have been possible -- if he counted paying for a cup of tea with a coin stamped with the queen’s face. Only about half the coins in Knittelnau were, the rest still sporting her late father’s profile instead.

Coriander hesitated at the trail leading from the main road off to the hill on which her house sat. She could see the garden from here, the windows overlooking the street. Jasper waited at her side, silent for a moment as he considered the view.

“Don’t tell me you live there, Miss Tippit?”

She said nothing. Was he approving of it? Or did he think it was too small. Surely a traveller had seen many grander homes than his, and suddenly her little country cottage felt shabby and bare.

“Well, I certainly hope you do, you know. I’ve never seen something with a more well-tended garden, nor half as picturesque.” He sounded so genuine, she didn’t know how to respond. But he took her faint blush as a yes. “When you’re ready, Miss Tippit, do please lead the way.”

Coriander rushed to do as she was told. They walked together along the path to her front door, only hesitating once at the front door. With a steadying breath, Coriander pulled the latch and let herself im.

“Ma!” she called out, setting the flowers she’d picked down on the table. “Ma, I’m home…” She hesitated, unsure of how to best inform her mother they had an unexpected guest. The social had to have just barely ended, with tea cups and plates and a bit of shortbread still sitting on the table, chairs pushed out here and there. And the tea itself hadn’t even been put away.

Before Coriander could think of something, however, Bestina came out of her bedroom bodice loose, hair half undone and hanging over her shoulder. The social must have just barely ended. The warm smile she wore disappeared the second she saw Jasper, mud all over his boots, dirt on his face. Coriander hardly had clean hands herself after working in the fields all day, but she at least could be trusted to wipe it off. Worst -- however, Jasper was a man, and there was no chaperone to look after them as they stood about in the kitchen.

“Dear sweet,” she began, with a careful, forced smile, “who’s this standing in my front hall?”

Coriander wished she could sink into the floorboards. She needed to disappear. “His name is Jasper, Ma. He’s a traveller and he’s...ehm…” He was her guest. Wasn’t he? She’d invited him, after all, but she was wondering if it might have been a mistake.

“I’m inviting myself to dinner, Missus Tippit. Your daughter has been a most wonderful guide to Knittelnau thus far, and I couldn’t bear parting ways for so long.”

Coriander flushed, unsure if she ought to have been thankful or guilty he was lying for her. More than that, he had joked multiple times now about marrying her -- and Bestina had never wanted to see her married. No doubt this would end in trouble soon enough. But if nothing else, her mother would be civil in front of guests. Bestina swept forward, taking up Jasper’s hands with a stiff, warm smile, all too visibly aware of her state of dress.

“How kind of you,” she crooned in that too-sweet voice. “How long have you known each other?”

“Oh, hardly a day and a half. I met her in the market just yesterday afternoon, but she’s been so kind, you know. Showing me to the bakery, teaching me the names of all these beautiful flowers. Look!” He gestured to the basket in Coriander’s hands. “She picked some for you just today. Aren’t they lovely?”

Coriander stammered, and held out the basket of blooms with a nervous half-smile. Jasper glanced between the two of them, studying miniscule changes in expression, searching for something. Coriander couldn’t for the life of her figure out what, though her mother’s plastered on smile seemed to sour a fraction of a degree.

“Oh, aren’t they just darling?” Bestina asked, but she didn’t move closer.

“Yes, very pretty,” Jasper agreed, and threw Bestina an expectant look. It was bad manners to keep a guest waiting too long without an offer of hospitality, unexpected or otherwise.

Finally, she clapped her hands together. “Well, any friend of my daughter is always welcome here. Come, sit here. Would you like tea? Cake?”

Coriander’s face burned. Friend? Is that what Jasper was to her? And how could she tell if the queasiness in her stomach was coming from excitement or dread at the idea of having a friend at all?

Jasper smiled. “That would be lovely, thank you. Miss Tippit, would you join me?”

It took a moment for Coriander to understand she was being addressed, and she started seeing Jasper’s earnest smile directed her way. “Er, I, uh...That is, I usually get the tea for guests.”

“Nonsense -- there’s some on the table already, isn’t there?” He gestured.

Bestina flushed. “It’s gone cold, I’m afraid, and it’s horribly sweet. Hardly the sort of thing a traveler would like.”

“I love sweet things. And I can heat it up myself just fine, can’t I?” He winked one of his bright wright’s eyes, and Bestina’s smile flickered.

“Oh, no, that’s terribly kind, Mister…”

“It’s just Jasper, ma’am. I’ve no family name.”

Coriander flushed at the memory of their first meeting, when he’d asked to borrow hers. He seemed to have no qualms about it when it was just the two of them, though he had yet to say anything quite as bold as he did when they were alone.

“No family name?”

“That’s what I said.” He was almost painfully patient as she tried to figure out how to best needle him.

“But surely there’s at least a friend out there for you in all your travels who would give you theirs.”

His smile did not falter. “I’m sorry, ma’am?”

“Well, er…” She worked out how to best phrase it. “Do you have anyone waiting at home for you? A paramour? A spouse?”

“Oh no.” Jasper shook his head with mock sorrow. “No-one waits for me. But if I do find a man to love, he won’t have to wait anyway. We’ll travel together instead.”

“How sweet.” The smile didn’t quite meet her eyes, and she looked between them once more. "At any rate, there’s no magic in this house, Mister Jasper. We heat our tea over the hearth like good, hard-working folk.”

“Are you absolutely sure, ma’am? It seems a waste of firewood.”

Coriander couldn’t remember the last time someone had challenged Bestina in front of her. It wasn’t that she had a commanding presence, but she was a sweet woman, frail and sickly even if she didn’t look it, and no-one had the heart. She wanted to chide Jasper for it … but he had a point. It was late spring, and too warm to have the hearth running all day, and it must have been put out just after her mother’s friends left. It felt like a waste to use up more kindling and get the hearth rolling again just to heat up some old tea.

Bestina seemed to fight with herself internally, but shook her head. “No magic in the house. Not even if it saves time. Coriander, dear sweet, would you go to the kitchen and light up the hearth?”

Coriander nodded, and made to turn before Jasper spoke up: “Don’t mind it, Miss Tippit, I insist. I’d hate to be a waste as well as an imposition. I’ll have the tea cold, if you don’t mind.”

She stood there, looking between her mother and Jasper, who seemed as sure of himself as ever.

Bestina relented first with a sigh. “Oh, very well. Cold, sweet tea it is. Do find yourself a seat. Coriander, would you please go get a plate or two for the shortbread?”

“Yes, Ma.” She fled as soon as she could, before Jasper could say anything else. It wouldn’t do to stall too long, and there wasn’t an excuse to do so. It was a small kitchen, with an unlit hearth and a table in the middle for work. She could see out to the spice garden through the window, and the chicken coop and goatpen beyond. The goats dozed in the sun while the chickens picked through the grass for seeds and worms. The plants were growing. The parsnips would be ready soon, and with summer on the horizon, she would have to tend to the rest of the spring herbs to make room.

The main room was quiet behind her. Coriander dreaded coming out, but she swallowed, did her best not to grip the plates too tightly, and returned to see her mother sitting at the table and Jasper in the exact spot he’d been in before, both silent and smiling big, false smiles.

#writeblr #writing #coriander #coriander chapter #coriander chapter 4 #coriander draft #coriander draft 1 #wip #current goal: gotta make it clear bestina does love coriander and it shows through #while also being a bad mother at the same time

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Nights

You notice a certain red and blue vigilante has started making sure you get home safely

Member: Felix

Warnings: idk I use a lot of commas and im kinda a shitty writer so have fun i guess. (ALSO THIS FIC USES INCORRECT FIRST AID DON’T EVER WIPE A LACERATION WITH A RAG OKAY!!!)

Genre: Fluff and a pinch of angst, Spiderman au

Song Rec: Nights-Frank Ocean (I did totally listen to WOW by 3racha on repeat while writing this though)

Word Count: 9.5K

Author’s Note: This takes place in Queens but i’m from chicago so don’t expect accuracy in locations and stuff cuz that’s where spiderman is from, also in highschool, and because we don’t know how tall Felix is he’s gonna be taller than you in this scenario but I only mention you being shorter than him like once so… yeah

It wasn’t your fault that heads started turning in your direction when you walked through the halls in school. Nor was it your fault that the quiet whispers eventually got loud enough for you to hear.

‘Apparently he follows them to their job after school’

‘I could’ve sworn that I’ve seen him watching them walk home from the convenience store.’

‘Do you think they know each other?’

At first the comments scared you. Who was following you home at night? Was it someone who was trying to hurt you? The fear of this person was so prevalent that you convinced a friend to drive you from school to work every day for a few weeks until you found a more convenient way to travel. Of course, it would have been more helpful to have a ride home from work. Walking home at night was the scariest part of your day. But that wasn’t possible, so you opted for a small can of pepper spray, and your house keys between the fingers on your dominant hand in order to help you feel more safe during the walk. You only had to walk in the discomfort for a few days however. The comments in the halls helped you to feel a bit less scared.

‘Why would Spiderman follow them home?’

At first you couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t because of the shock of the spiderman following you home, more that you thought it was just a ridiculous rumor started by your classmates. Your classmates also helped in voicing you other concerns.

‘What’s so special about them?’

You couldn’t think of anything that was special enough to warrant a superhero taking the role of, what was essentially, your own personal bodyguard. The idea stayed in your head that maybe you weren’t special. Maybe spiderman did this for everyone that he saw walking home alone, which was the real question. Was it really only you had had gotten this treatment? You hoped, if spiderman was truly making sure you got home safely, that you were the only person who got the treatment. It did make you feel just a bit more special.

That week prior where you were unsure of who was following you home had been the week when you feared walking home from work the most. Your mother constantly tried to convince you that taking a bus home or getting a ride from a friend was safer than the mile long walk, but your father went a different route and tried to get you to take self defence classes. Your friends gave you the most concern, they were constantly trying to provide you with rides home or trying to get you to go to their house instead as they lived closer to your job. You understood where their fear came from. With all the weird aliens and criminals showing up the crime rates in Queens had doubled lately. Maybe that was why you suddenly had a red and blue shadow.

It took a while to notice him, but once you did you couldn’t stop seeing him. You had seen the dark figure running across the tops of buildings trying to keep up with your fast pace. Felt the air whipping behind you, which you could only attribute to the hero swinging on his webs past you. Occasionally you heard his footsteps pattering on the sides of buildings. There were a few times in which you almost started a conversation with him, you would stop and look for him only to make what you assumed was eye contact for an uncomfortably long time and then return to your walk. It gave you a weird sort of reassurance knowing that he was there, you felt as if he would try his hardest to protect you. It made you feel slightly attached to him.

You had grown so used to the presence being there that you grew worried when you didn’t seem him right away. The worry didn’t sprout from fear of you not being okay, more from fear that he wasn’t. However he always made an appearance. You were comfortable with him constantly surrounding you. It would have been okay with you if you only ever contacted him through the long stares. So one could only imagine how strange it felt when you started making more contact with him. A small piece of paper you found attached to your locked with a web.

‘Good luck on your math test today! Don’t worry about the web on your locker, it should dissolve in a few hours’

The first letter sat on your locker for a few hours before, like he said it would, the web dissolved and the small paper fell to the ground. You walked back to your locker the next morning to find another note.

‘What you don’t like my notes?’

A small frowning face was drawn next to the words and you smiled slightly to yourself before pulling the note off the locker and slipping it into your back pocket.

“No it’s just different.” You whispered to yourself before turning and walking to your first period class. You were painfully aware of the note in your pocket every second of the day, every slight movement in your chair and you felt the piece of paper digging into your body. It was almost funny to you that Spiderman went to your school. He wasn’t some strange 30 year old man who decided to take an interest in you, nor was he just Tony Stark’s newest recruit that had suddenly grown fond of you. It scared you that you probably knew him and you knew for a fact that he heard all of the rumors that went around the school. The rumors that you might be related to him or maybe his partner. Some people said that you might have even paid him to protect you. He had to have heard everyone grasping at straws and trying to figure out why spiderman suddenly took an interest in you. But now that you knew he went to your school, maybe you could finally ask him yourself.

Note after note started appearing on your locker, every day like clockwork. You would show up at your locker to find a note attached with that stupid little web. Sometimes they were helpful reminders, but other times they were just compliments or variations of ‘Have a good day y/n’. It was cute, and after only a few days the whispers in the halls started to pick up on the notes. The questions turned into more accusing statements and they grew louder. It seemed that they didn’t care if you heard at that point.

‘There’s no way they aren’t dating spiderman.’

Full blown conversations and theories flying past you as you walked past them. The judgement didn’t last long however. The people of the school eventually came to find it cute, different types of aww sounded off every time they caught you smiling at the notes. Deskmates started asking you about it as well. If you knew who he was or why he was trying to make contact with you. You never had an answer for them, and it upset them every time. You did continue to entertain the idea that maybe you would tell them everything that you knew about spiderman, and you would tell them about him when you were comfortable. They were, of course, oblivious to the fact that you knew just as much about him as they did.

Some days you would find that the halls would get increasingly more quiet as you drew near to the locker. You always knew why the second you turned the corner into the hall where your locker was stationed and saw another little sheet flapping slightly as people whipped past it. You were usually immune to the letters, not showing much emotion when you saw them as to not give your witnesses a show. But this day, for some reason unknown to you, was a bit different. A small smile plastered itself on your face and you turned your head downwards as you walked quickly towards it. You stationed yourself in front of the locker and read to note.

‘Ooh fancy I’m breaking tradition again. It’s cold out so make sure you wear a jacket.’

“Fancy it is Mr. Spiderman.” The note was once again pulled off the metal it stuck to and tucked into your back pocket. You didn’t mind him breaking tradition if it meant that you could hear from him just a bit more. You lifted your head to look at the combination lock on your locker only to have your eyes quickly covered by a pair of hands.

“Guess who?” The voice rumbled behind you, you knew exactly who it was but you played along with him anyways.

“The grim reaper, here to bring me the sweet release of death so that I never have to interact with Felix ever again.” You answered and wrapped your fingers around his wrists pulling his hands away from your eyes. You dropped his hands and turned around to lean against your locker. He stood in front of you slightly hunched over, a baggy grey sweatshirt with the hood covering his black hair. Matching black bags under his slightly closed eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping much, it was easy for you to tell.

“How are you y/n?” He pulled his hood off only to run a hand through his hair and pull the hood back up. The black hair was different from the bleach blonde that he had been sporting for the past few months.

“You dyed your hair.” He tilted his head at your comment, upset that you dodged his question. “I like it. It really brings out the bloodshot in your eyes.” You smiled and tilted your head as well, mimicking his movements. He chuckled at the comment but he didn’t let his prior question go unanswered.

“What are the notes making you uncomfortable or something? You know I would totally beat up spiderman for you.” He teased and poked your shoulder a bright smile adorned his face, you had definitely gotten used to that smile.

“You’ll beat up the spiderman and win. Yeah, sure.” You scoffed and pushed yourself off of your locker and turned around putting in your combination, you opened your locker and swapped your books. “And besides I don’t mind the notes.” Felix muttered a small ‘Good’ and smiled at you. He stood on your left side so that he wouldn’t be blocked by the locker door and leaned his left shoulder against the brick wall that separated two sets of lockers. His head leaned against the wall as well and he closed his eyes. A small ding sounded from his phone and he groaned before pulling it out of his back pocket. He rolled his eyes as he scanned over the notification.

“I’m sorry I have to go, uh… Aunt May wants me for something. Put on a jacket it’s cold outside.” He turned around and ran towards the exit before you could say goodbye. It was strange for a few seconds, and you couldn’t help but wonder ‘what is it’s him’. But the Felix you knew, he was afraid of heights. A few months prior you had tried to take him to one of those indoor skydiving place only for the both of you to chicken out at the last second. The idea left your head as quickly as it entered. You closed your locker and threw your bag over your shoulder, walking out of the school with the note still sitting in your back pocket.

The walk to work was indeed cold and you scolded yourself for not putting on a jacket like you were told to. The usual 30 minute walk took a good took an extra twenty minutes; you were alone on this walk. It felt strange to not get any signs of him, no footsteps, no sights, or sounds. It scared you a little bit and every few steps you would slow down and look around, hoping to see or hear something, anything. But there was nothing.

You pushed your way into convenience store and walked to the employee room. Hanging up your backpack and slipping on the red vest, you sighed and closed the door when you were done. Ever day seemed all too familiar. Spider Man’s appearance in your life was a much welcomed difference in the same old routine, as you walked behind the counter you only hoped that his lack of appearance today didn’t mean something bad.

As the hours went by, you still couldn’t get the thought you of your head. Was he going to be okay? Would you be okay walking home alone? You could only hope that the answer to both of those questions was yes. God was this stranger tearing you up inside. Not knowing who he was of if he was okay were the only thoughts on your mind. However, your thoughts were disrupted by a small thudding sound coming from the front of the store. You looked around the brightly lit room for anyone before you walked around the counter and towards the front door slowly. As you approached the door you found a light brown bag pressed against the outside of the glass door, surrounding it was that familiar white web. You laughed and smiled brightly then you walked outside of the store and cut the bag free with a key on your keyring.

You walked back into the store and locked the door behind you, deciding that it was time to take your break. You positioned yourself on the front counter so that you were facing the front door and you opened the bag. Inside was a Sub sandwich from the shop across the street, and of course a small note. It as written on a small brown napkin instead of the normal white notebook paper

‘You should make sure that you’re eating something.’

“How considerate,” You took the wrapping off of the sandwich and took your time eating it, the shop usually wasn’t very busy once it got late which allowed you to do so. A few people passed by the shop and gave the left over web on the door strange looks as they did so. Occasionally they would look at you as well, but you just smiled back at them. It was good that no one was showing up to the small shop, it gave you extra time to attempt to work on some of your school work. Keyword being attempt. It seemed stupid and repetitive but he was still on your mind. He had been at the sub shop across from your work while you were at work. That was the most disappointing, he was so close to you and you could have caught him but you didn’t.

A loud knocking disrupted your thoughts once again and you lifted your head to the front door. Felix stood in the same grey sweatshirt and smiled at you when you made eye contact with him.

“Are you open?” The sound was muffled but it was easy to understand what he was saying. You set the sandwich down and walked to the door. You unlocked the door then opened it for him, he stepped in and the both of you walked back to the front counter and took a seat on it. He had been looking tired lately, you assumed that it was because the semester was ending and he was trying his hardest to prepare for finals. He had a bad habit of letting his grades get a bit too low and then having to study profusely in order to pass his classes. You always offered to help him with subjects where he wasn’t the best but he turned you down every time. Making up an excuse that Aunt May needed his help with something or that he was able you pass the classes on his own. You never bought any of the excuses but you didn’t ever press it. He would tell you why he was “Busy” when he was ready, right?

“No offence Felix but you look like hell.” You pulled the other half of the sub out of the brown paper bag and handed it to him. He put one hand up in protest and shook his head.

“No thanks. I don’t like swiss on my subs.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment.

“How do you know it’s swiss?” You shot back. His cheeks got slightly more red and his eyes widened when he heard you. It only lasted a few seconds though, he chuckled and replied.

“You always get swiss on your sandwiches, silly.” Muscles in your shoulders relaxed, you didn’t know they were so tense until that moment. He was right; you did always get swiss on your sandwiches. How did spiderman know that? Maybe it was just a guess.

“I didn’t get it for myself.” He didn’t seem surprised.

“Let me guess it was your shadow.” Felix said. A fake bitterness in his voice and you laughed at the mock jealousy. He was always good at making you laugh, to be completely honest he was always good at making everyone laugh. You had always wondered why Felix didn’t have more friends when it would have been so easy for him to make more. He claimed that it was because he was busy enough with you that he didn’t have time for anyone else. Of course, you always felt a bit guilty when he told you this. You couldn’t have taken up that much of his time right?

The two of you sat on the counter for the rest of your shift and spoke all throughout the rest of your shift. When it came time for you to go home you clocked out and grabbed your backpack back from your locker, replacing it with the red work vest that you had been wearing earlier. Felix offered to walk you home and you gladly accepted, he lived close by and you knew that he would be able to make it home around the same time as you.

The walk back was filled with light hearted conversation and laughs. A bit of ice cream was even involved in the trip. Felix had suggested that despite the cold weather, ice cream was always a good option. The walk took longer than usual but you were okay with that, it was a good distraction. So good in fact, that you didn’t even notice spiderman’s absence.

You walked into your first period class after you picked up the note from your locker.

‘Be extra careful tonight! I heard there’s some dude running around town mugging people. I’ll keep you safe but still”

At first you questioned why he didn’t just say that he’s take care of it instead of saying that he’d keep you safe. But after a few minutes of thinking about it you realised that it was obvious that he had been spending a lot of his time in making sure that you were okay recently. It made sense in that capacity, but you feared that he was becoming too occupied with your safety over the city.

Felix was the first person that you saw, not that he saw you though. His head was buried in his notebook as he tried to finish the homework from the previous night. You laughed at the sight; he looked so small hunched over in his chair. You walked over to him and pulled out the chair from the desk next to him. He looked up at you and smiled, you returned the expression.

“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” You commented on his appearance as you sat down in your seat. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he looked over his right shoulder at you. He closed the notebook and put it in his lap, he then laid his head on the desk and closed his eyes. A small smile still held itself on his lips, and you looked at his face for a bit. You grew exceedingly concerned the longer you looked over his face. His right eyebrow had a deep cut through it that wasn’t there yesterday. The same could be said for the left side of his bottom lip. Felix opened his eyes to find a worried expression plastered on your face.

“What is it now?” He lifted his head off the desk and leaned back in his chair maintaining eye contact with you. You brought your hand up to his face and ran your thumb along the cut on his bottom lip. His lips parted slightly and his breath hitched at the action. Your eyes travel to his lip but his eyes stayed right on you. The two of you were silent for what felt like far too long for Felix, when you finally brought your eyes back to his he saw nothing but concern in them.

“What is this?” You pulled away your hand from his face and put it in your lap. He shook his head at the question.

“It’s nothing y/n” He spoke softly and the small smile from earlier found its way back onto his face. Your concern morphed into something else that had a hint of annoyance. He knew you wouldn’t like that answer. He was right, you hated that answer with every fiber of your being. “I promise, okay? If it was something important I would tell you.” You turned away from Felix and muttered a small ‘okay’.

It stressed you out that Felix wouldn’t talk to you, and for a few seconds you questioned your friendship with him. Why couldn’t he trust you? He used to trust you with everything so why wouldn’t he tell you? He must have sensed that you were so pressed about his safety, because before you knew it both of your hands were enclosed by his and he was looking straight in your eyes.

“Hey, I’m alright I promise. It just really isn’t important what happened.” His smile this time was larger and brighter, you didn’t miss the slight wince as the cut on his lip stretches a bit too far. You smiled back at him and nodded your eyes still on his. If he really didn’t want to tell you, there was nothing you could do about it. So you took the explanation and turned back to the front board freeing one of your hands. However his other hand never moved from yours, it stayed throughout the entire class. He used his left thumb to draw lazy circles over the back of your hand. Every single time he squeezed you hand your heart seemed to beat just a little bit harder. It stayed in his even as he walked you to your second class through the whisper filled hallways. It was definitely something that you could get used to.

The walk to work that day seemed even more lonely and cold than the day before. There was no sign of spiderman again, nor was there any sign of him during work. You sat through your boring shift with no sandwich to brighten your mood, and no Felix to keep you busy. It the world seemed to stop during your shift. Not many people came during the brighter hours compared to how busy the shop usually was when the sun was still shining. Your shift ended after an eternity and you began your walk home, once again feeling more alone than usual. You shuffled your feet and picked up your pace as you went on your way and tried to ignore anything else that was going on around you.

“Please don’t hurt me!” But how could anyone ignore that. Your head whipped to the sight across the street. A large man stood in front of a much smaller woman, he was holding a large knife out in front of him and she was doing the same with a purse. You didn’t have to think twice before you ran to the other side of the street and a bit further into the dark alley where the scene was taking place.

“Hey!” You called out, both of thme turned their heads in your direction. “Don’t you know Queens has been getting dangerous recently? It’s not safe to walk home alone at night!” The man laughed out loud and turned in your direction. You made eye contact with the lady and smiled slightly at her as the man continued to walk towards you. It wasn’t until he was only five or six feet away from you that you started taking steps away from him trying to get him as far away from her as possible.

“You mean like you are?” He spoke suddenly and smirked. The sudden realization hit you, you didn’t have protection right now. Spider man wasn’t around to keep you safe which meant that you had just thoroughly fucked yourself over. You looked back at the woman and nodded your head at her.

“Run!” You yelled at her as the man lunged towards you with the knife. You jumped back and stumbled over yourself before tripping and falling. A sharp pain shot through your upper arm and you put your hand where the pain was, your hand seemed to make the pain worse so you pulled it away quickly. The street was dark but a few of the lights from the small empty restaurants behind you aided you in your vision, and the sight you saw didn’t make you feel at ease. Your hand was covered in blood, and a decent amount of it you. You continued to crawl backwards away from him using your legs to push you and your good arm to help keep you upright. The man lunged at you again and you squinted your eyes, preparing for the worst.

But the worst never came, all you heard was a loud thug and a pained grunt from who you assumed was your assailant. You kept your eyes shut though all of the yelling and small yet sharp noises, your hands flew over your ears as well and you ignored the throbbing in your arm that only seemed to get worse with the movement. What was probably only minutes seemed like hours as you sat on the ground just outside the small dark alley, but it ended eventually. Two large hands wrapped around your hands and pulled them away from your ears. You flinched at first but when your eyes shot open and looked up you instantly relaxed a little bit. You chuckled a bit to what you assumed was his amusement and opened your mouth to speak.

“It’s good to finally meet you Mr. Spiderman.”

You found yourself sitting on top of a tall apartment building across from the hero. The lights from nearby buildings making it easier to see, however not all too easy. You had pulled the sweatshirt off of your body and you sat in a thin t shirt, it was cold out and you shivered at any wind. He tried to make keep the sweatshirt on at least half of your body, however you ultimately won the argument and ended up taking the entire sweatshirt off. You did seriously regret it though. The streets were especially cold this late at night, but being as high up as you were made it even worse. You had also tried to convince him to just patch you up on the street, but that was an argument that you couldn’t win.

You looked at him with an intensity that you didn’t ever think your eyes could hold. Where had he been? Did he ever really leave you or were you just too oblivious to see him? Every single question you had sat uncomfortably in your mouth, ready to be asked. But for some reason you just couldn’t ask, you couldn’t bring yourself to initiate any sort of conversation with him. He pulled a bottle of water and a package of gauze pads out of a grocery store bag. He also insisted that he was the one who grabbed everything needed for cleaning your wounds. You could only imagine the faces of the people in the store as the spiderman walked in and bought medical supplize. You would never know though, he dropped you off on top of the building before his supply run.

He opened the box of gauze and pulled out a few of the small packages, you tried to reach for the water bottle so that you could open it but he smacked your hand away before you could reach it. You pulled both of your hands back and put them up, another wave of throbbing pain shot through your arm ar the sudden movement and you winced. His hand was wrapped around your wrist within the blink of an eye in order to stop any sudden movement.

“Don’t move.” He said, a deep grumbling voice disguised whatever his real voice sounded like. You were angry at him for that, he knew so much more about you than you knew about him. However, you doubted that voicing your concern would do anything about it. He pulled your wrist down slowly and pulled you a bit closer to him gently. He let go of your arm and opened the water bottle, then pouring some over the gauze pad. “This is probably going to hurt a bit sorry.” He said before grabbing your arm a bit gentler than the first time around.

“That would sound a lot more sincere if you didn’t have that voice thing.” You scoffed, he tilted his head to the side at that comment. You could only imagine that look on his face underneath those squinted white eyes. You laughed a bit at how the suit could change eye shape, the eyes softened when you laughed and his shoulders relaxed slightly. “How am I even supposed to trust you if I don’t know who you are?”

“You’ll know someday.” He wiped the gauze over the injury and you hissed at the contact. He pulled back a bit at the sound. “I’m sorry. I think I failed health class when we learned all of this.” The speech was rushed but the apology still seemed sincere underneath the artificial voice. He looked at you again, you nodded and prepared yourself for the pain. It hurt but not as bad as the first time around, he was definitely being more gentle than he was the first time. It took a solid twenty minutes for him to figure out how he was actually supposed to clean and wrap the wound, but he did a pretty good job overall. You threw the slightly bloodied sweatshirt back over yourself once you finished. The sleeve was still slightly wet and you mentally cursed at how you had ruined the sweatshirt. You pulled the hood of the sweatshirt off of your head and opened your mouth to tell spider man something, but when you looked up you found him standing by the edge of the building. You turned your body slightly and looked over the city, still keeping your distance from the ledge.

“Felix would hate this.” You said. He looked over his shoulder at you and made what you assumed was eye contact. “He’s my best friend. He’s terrified of heights.”

“He’s not afraid of heights.” He quickly spoke back and kicked one foot lightly over the edge of the building, an act that shook you to your core. You scoffed at the comment.

“What do you know him or something?” You asked. He didn’t answer at first, only turning his head away from you and back to the skyline.

“Better than you think.” He said so quiet that you almost couldn’t hear it, you assumed that he didn’t mean for you to hear it so you didn’t say anything back. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, nothing needed to be said and you enjoyed it. You only ever shared moments like this with Felix, it felt reminiscent of one of those moments. You hadn’t had one of those moments with him in a while, so you enjoyed the one with Spiderman as much as you could. The silence was only broken as you realized how truly cold you were. It was a nice moment while it lasted, but you needed a jacket.

“You know I would probably be enjoying this a bit more if I weren’t also afraid of heights.” You stood up and wiped your hands off on your pants, ignoring the dull throbbing in your arm. You thought you heard a small chuckle from spiderman, but you brushed it off. He still stood on the edge, the tips of his feet hung slightly over the side. He muttered something and started to turn around to look at you.

“What’s so bad about hei-“ Mid-turn his left foot slipped off of the side of the building. You heard a small yell as he disappears from your sight behind the ledge. You gasped and ran to where he previously stood, almost losing your footing and falling off the building yourself. You stopped just before you could see over the side of the building and mentally prepared yourself for what you might be about to witness. Your knees hit the hard material of the roof and you bent over slightly, wrapping your hands around the ledge in the process. You cautiously moved your head over the side of the ledge. He stood on the side of the building fully vertical, a web coming from his right hand and attaching to a spot just below the ledge. You could have sworn that he was smiling, but the mask and lack of light made it impossible to tell.�� An annoyed expression formed on your face at the sight.

“Aww you do care.” He teased, you rolled your eyes and smiled a bit in response. You sat back on your feet right next to the ledge and he pulled himself up to sit right next to you. He hung his feet over the ledge and leaned back on his hands. He looked over his shoulder at you for a few seconds before once again turning back to the city. You stood up and walked closer to the middle of the building before shouting out to him.

“Come on. I should probably be getting home soon.” You put your right hand on the handle to the door that lead into the apartment building and started to twist it, you opened it slightly before a red hand slammed the door shut. You looked to your right and there stood Spiderman, he shook his head when you made eye contact.

“Nope, we take my way home.” He grabbed your right hand and walked towards the ledge, fear filled every part of your body and your muscles stiffened. He looked back to you once he made it to the ledge, the fear in your eyes must have been apparent to him. He pulled you a bit closer and grabbed your hands then wrapping them around his neck. “I’m gonna keep you safe alright. Just hold on tight.” He walked the two of you a bit closer to the edge, you breathed deeply. He wrapped his left arm around your waist which definitely did not help with your breathing situation, you wrapped your arms around his neck a bit tighter and dug your head into the crook of his neck.

“I trust you.” You said quietly but ou hoped he heard you. He chuckled and the close embrace let you feel the laugh before healing it. It sounded familiar and comfortable, you could get used to that sound.

“I know you do.” He said as he jumped off the edge of the building.

The next few weeks after you met Spiderman were some of the most comfortable you ever had. Felix seemed a bit better rested, and you thanked the heavens every time you saw him smile. A real genuine smile wasn’t something that you saw from Felix very often, so whenever it did happen it felt almost as if the heavens were thanking you instead. You had also started seeing spiderman more often, which was something that you definitely weren't’ against. Sometimes he would swing by your work, literally. It would always happen late at night when there were no people around, and he would quickly swing past the front of the shop so that you got a quick look at him. It was enough to know that he was okay and you were forever grateful that he thought about your poor heart.

The notes were still showing up as well, sometimes they found their way into your backpack which confused you to no end. You knew that he was sneaky but you didn’t know that it was to that extent. Sometimes the notes were even accompanied by other presents, they were usually small though. Simple things like a cup of coffee or a breakfast sandwich from a coffee shop close by. A full bouquet of flowers though, that was no small present.

You stood at your locker and stared at the flowers for what was probably far too long. Red roses wrapped at the stem with white lace, you took a step towards them and pulled the note apart from the rest of the bouquet.

‘Red roses, cliché right? You probably don’t have any place for these but I couldn’t risk dropping them off at the end of school and having someone seeing me. I hope you understand. And that you like the flowers!’

You sighed at the note, slightly upset that he couldn’t give them to you himself. But you understood that with that you would also want him to do it without the suit, and you didn’t know if he was ready for that yet. Sure it tore you apart inside that you still didn’t know who he was but you couldn’t just force him to do it. You had to be patient, but that seemed like the most unfair part about all of this. He held all of the control in this situation, of course you could retaliate somehow. You could stop reading the notes, let them all just fall to the floor like you did with the first one. Hell you even could have left those flowers there, but you weren’t heartless. You pealed the boquet off of your locker carefully as to not break any of the flowers.

“Fancy, he left you flowers.” Felix leaned his left shoulder against the lockers to your left as you continued to struggle with the boquet. “Kinda cliché though.”

“I like cliché.” You responded. You were finally able to pull the flowers off the locker after a minute or two of trying and that was when you were really able to admire them. A few chunks of loose web might have still been stuck to them, but they were still pretty. You turned to Felix and smiled, he didn’t smile back but he still looked content and that was good enough for you. Felix walked you to first and second period that day, just as he did every day. You were happy with the way your life was panning out, it seemed as if nothing could ever bring you down.

What a silly little thought that was.

The very next day you walked to your locker to grab your books and the note. The people passing by could only imagine everything you felt as you found a locker without a note, you tried to shake off all of the thoughts and feelings that were running through you and continue with your day. That couldn’t mean much could it? You grabbed your books and ignored all of the curious conversations about you that had once again become quiet. You rushed to first period and walked into your class, you didn’t want to wait for Felix at your locker that day. To your surprise you sat in class alone that day, Felix never showed. It wasn’t like him to not show up and to not give an explanation as to why he wasn’t there.

Your next three days went the exact same way. No Felix, no note, no Spiderman, no sense of normalcy. Felix hadn’t even bothered to call and tell you why he wasn’t around, ever text you sent him went unread and every call unanswered. On the fourth day without Felix you decided to take matters into your own hands. Felix didn’t live far from you, so you sent him a text message that you were going over there and you walked to him place.

The walk was cold and scary. You knew spiderman wasn’t out there this time to protect you, which was the most difficult part of any walk you took. You didn’t feel safe again until you stood in front of Felix’s apartment door. You knocked a few times, you were even surprised at how loud the knocks sounded. You reasoned that it was probably all of the feelings that you bottled up being taken out subconsciously, but you knew that it was just because you really wanted someone to answer the door. The door opened a few seconds later, Aunt May opened the door with a smile but it softened the second she saw you.

“Hi Y/n, how are you?” She asked kindly, you always liked Aunt may. She was like a second mother to you and this apartment was like a second home.

“I’m doing good. Is Felix here? I need to talk to him.” May’s facial expressions grew sad at your question. You knew where this was headed right away. She stepped outside with you and closed the door slightly.

“Y/n, I don’t know if right now would be the best time for that.” She spoke quietly, almost as if she didn’t want him to hear that you were there. You grew even more frustrated at her words, it definitely wasn’t the best time for an argument though so you tried to calm yourself down.

“Aunt May please.” You pleaded with her, she looked even more upset as you spoke. But you still couldn’t stop yourself from accusing her. “Why don’t you want me to see him.” May put her hands on your shoulders and rubbed them slightly after that comment. She shook her head at you and tried to smile.

“It’s not that I don’t want him to see you. If anything I think that’s exactly what he needs.” She stopped speaking for a few seconds and contemplated the next words that would come out of her mouth. “He just doesn’t want to see you Y/n.” You stepped away from Aunt May’s the second that the words finished leaving her mouth, if it was even possible she looked more upset at your action. Tears filled your eyes and you tried to keep yourself from crying. Aunt may kept speaking but you didn’t hear any of it, you didn’t understand any of it. You took a deep breath in and spoke again.

“You know just tell him to text me or something. We started a new unit in math and I don’t want him to fall behind.” You made up some stupid reason for him to contact you and walked as quickly as you could from that stupid apartment. Aunt May called after you but you ignored her, you didn’t feel like talking anymore. You sprinted home from the apartment, not out of fear but because you wanted to get as far away from Felix as humanly possible.

You locked yourself in your room that night and into the next day. You told your parents that you just weren’t feeling very well, at least it wasn’t a complete lie. Truthfully though, you had never felt worse. It seemed ridiculous to be upset over things like this, but it was the only way that you could feel in the moment. It just seemed so much more different now that you weren’t getting the notes, and ow that spiderman wasn’t giving you some sense of comfort as you walked home at night. It especially felt different now that Felix wasn’t talking to you or even acknowledging your existence. Any sense of what was normal had been ripped out from underneath you, that was what was most difficult to cope with. So you decided not to cope, and you sat in your room for two whole days.

You ignored any texts from your friends, and you ignored and knocks at your door from your parents. It was so easy to ignore people, you had almost understood why Felix did it. But that didn’t mean you forgave him, especially because he hadn’t contacted you yet let alone said sorry for ignoring you. You missed him. More than you had ever missed anyone before. You missed his smiles, his voice and laugh. You desperately wanted to be able to talk to him again, in any way possible. But there was only so much that you could do, the rest was up to him. So you waited for him. You cried and in the small periods of time when you weren’t crying you slept. That was your new normal for those two days. And then in one of those small periods you where you used to sleep he finally broke the silence. It was a text at 6am, of course he couldn’t realize he wanted to talk to you in a few hours after you got some sleep.

‘Can you meet me on the roof of that ugly apartment building on First Street?’

You laughed quietly at the text, it was the first time that entire week that you felt any real joy. You sent him a quick text that you were on you way and snuck out through the fire escape outside your window. The entire way there you felt a bit more comfortable, the feeling reminds you of the times when you knew spiderman was following you but you knew that he wasn’t. Your legs couldn’t carry you there fast enough, but you were so sleep deprived that running wasn’t an option. When you finally did arrive you tried your hardest to make it up to the roof as quietly as possible, which meant that it took even longer to get up there. But as you opened that stupid grey door and saw Felix it somehow all seemed worth it.

He stood at the edge of the building with the tops of is feet hanging over the sides. He had that familiar grey sweater on and the hood up, he wasn’t facing you, but you could already feel the tension in the air. You stepped out onto the roof and the door slammed loudly behind you, Felix turned around at the sound. He thanked every higher power in that moment that the sun was just coming up behind him so you couldn’t see his face yet, he knew you wouldn’t like what you saw. He took only a few steps away from the ledge of the building towards you, but he kept his distance still.

Any positive feelings left your body for a few seconds as you remembered what he put you through. There’s was only a burning anger in you at that moment, the urge to cry was so much strong that it was that night in front of his apartment. But this time, you didn’t hold back your tears.

“Start talking.” You snapped at him. Felix didn’t expect you to sound so weak, nor did he expect to feel so weak himself. “Where have you been? I’ve tried to text and call you, I even went over to your place but Aunt May said that you didn’t want to see me. Why didn’t you want to see me?” He walked even closer to you while you yelled at him, you would be lying if you said that you thought he didn’t deserve your anger. He left you alone with no reason for an entire week. He eventually got within about two feet of you, and he tried to take a step closer but you took a step back. That was one of the most painful things that he had ever experienced.

“I’m sorry,” He started, his voice was quiet and sad. You had only seen this side of him a few sides. You hated seeing it though, and you wanted to get rid of it as quick as possible. “I should have answered your calls, or told you what was wrong. I should have been honest with you from the start, but I wasn’t and I’m so sorry for that.” He took a few steps closer to you, you didn’t take any steps back this time. Your eyes started to adjust to the lack of light, and you wished they hadn’t. The two cuts on his face from before couldn’t hold a candle to what he looked like in that moment. A dark purple bruise sat on his left cheek, deep cuts were littered across his face, and his lip was busted open. You stepped closer to him and your hands went up to his face, every ounce of anger left you and you just felt guilty. How did you let this happen to him?

“I’m sorry Felix.” The apology came out as nothing but a whisper and more tears started to leave your eyes. Felix brought his thumbs to your cheeks and wiped the tears away.

“Do not apologize to me. You didn’t do this.” He said sternly before continuing his earlier monologue. “I didn’t tell you what was going on and I let you worry about me. Believe me I wanted to tell you everything so badly. I had planned to tell you on Monday but something went down on Sunday and I was pretty much bedridden for a few days. Aunt May’s orders, of course.” The two of you laughed, you could have only imagine how terrified Aunt May would have been when she saw Felix like this. You knew it was probably worse though, you got chills at the thought that Felix could have been hurt worse than what you saw before you.

“What happened on Sunday?” Felix opened his mouth to say something but then quickly shut it again. There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to tell you that it wasn’t important. However he realized that he had to start being honest with you, so he took a few more seconds and tried to choose words that wouldn’t make you as upset.

“I was doing my normal rounds and I saw these guys robbing the bank across the street from your convenience store. I went in to stop them but there were a few more people than I could handle and I kinda got my ass beat.” He laughed at the story as if it was actually funny, but you were horrified by it. You pulled your hands off his cheeks and held onto his hands that were still attached to your face.

“Why the hell were you trying to stop a bank robbery on your own? You idiot. You should have called the cops or something.” You punched his left shoulder, not very hard but enough to make a point and then pulled both of your hand off of his. He studied your worried expression for a while before pulling his hands off of your face and reaching into the pocket of his black sweatpants. @lets-talk-about-kpop

“That’s what I wanted to tell you about on Monday.” He pulled a small piece of old white notebook paper out of his pocket and held it in his palm for a while, the two of you stared at it intensely. “I had this weird dilemma after Sunday. I just felt so guilt that I wanted you in my life, especially with how dangerous it can get sometimes.” He made eye contact with you and continued. “I don’t want you to get hurt because I really love you.” A blush crept its way to your cheeks and a warm feeling spread throughout your entire body.

“Felix I love you too but what the hell are you talking about?” You might have been happy and in love but that didn’t stop you from being confused. He smiled brightly again, the split lip making it a bit more difficult and painful but he dealt with it for the moment. He lifted the white paper in front of your face and you grabbed it out of his hands. You looked back up at him then unfolded the paper.

‘Good luck on your math test today! Don’t worry about the web on your locker, it should dissolve in a few hours’

The whole world stopped turning for a few moments, your eyes grew wide at the note. It seemed like there was no way that Felix would be able to drop off a note every morning without anyone catching him. So you thought about it for a bit longer, and you played with the idea in your mind. And suddenly, everything just made so much sense. He knew what you got on your sandwiches and how you liked your coffee. There was also no doubt in your mind that Felix would do something as cliché as leave a full bouquet of roses on your locker for everyone in the school to see. You looked back up at Felix and giggled like a child. It was funny to you that only an hour ago you were completely broken over him. But in that moment everything seemed perfect. You took a step closer to Felix, now only inches away from him. The sun gave the roof a bit more light as it slowly rose. The two of you became engulfed in an orange glow.

“I guess I do take up all of your time then don’t I?” Felix let out a real and genuine laugh at your teasing; it was so nice to hear him laughing again. He put both of his hands on your waist and pulled you right against him, smiles adorned both of your faces.

“When you said you loved me earlier, that wasn’t platonic right?” Felix asked you, he seemed genuinely confused at your confession. You just laughed at him and pushed the hood off of his head before wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love your laugh.” His lips were on yours the second he finished his sentence, it felt normal and so natural to you. You scolded yourself mentally for not doing this sooner. You wanted to scold him for not confessing sooner, but you pushed it aside and let yourself get engulfed by the kiss. His lips were as soft as you had imagined them to be, and you tried your best not to irritate the cut on his lips but you guessed that he didn’t really care. He squeezed your waist lightly before moving his hands down to your hips. He was taking it slow, but you didn’t mind. You unwrapped your arms from his neck and placed your hands on the sides of his neck instead. You felt a thin material covering his skin so you pulled away with a confused expression on your face.

“What is this?” You asked Felix. Your fingers played with the edges of the blue and red spandex that stuck out of the collar of his sweatshirt. Your eyebrows relaxed as you made eye contact with him again, another one of those blinding smiles was staring right back at you. You decided in that moment that you could get used to everything exactly how it was.

“You know Y/N,” Felix rubbed his hands lightly at the sides of your hips. “I am the Spiderman after all.”

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