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gallavichthings · 2 years

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Artist’s Spotlight: The Unforgiving Minute

Her manips are legendary in this fandom, even though not everyone knows the person behind them, the lovely @theunforgivngminute!

Have you seen this manip?

Or this one?

So read the interview and get to know more about this (hilarious) artist!

GT: Where did your username come from?

TUM: My username has pretty much stayed the same since I created my tumblr....and at the time I was reading Kipling and fell in love with the poem IF ("If you can fill the unforgiving minute. With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,. Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it") And I've loved it ever since.

GT: That's lovely. Tell us about your involvement with the show and the fandom. When did you first watch Shameless? What attracted you to Ian and Mickey's relationship?

TUM: I believe I entered the fandom right as season 3 was ending. I didn't know it at the time but I saw a gifset of the 'don't do this' wedding kiss and thought...awww look at these two boys at prom. This is probably a lovely and heartwarming story. Let's find out who Mickey and Ian are. And then they proceeded to destroy me for the next 8 years.I always go back to that original moment when I saw the gifset. Like everyone else has said, you could see the chemistry between Cam and Noel and the rest is history!

GT: Prom, oh my God! I wish! Lovely and heartwarming, oh dear! What a surprise! That remained my favorite kiss until the dock scene happened. They do have remarkable chemistry.

Did you join the fandom right away or did it happen gradually? Do you remember your first impression of it back then?

TUM: Oh no😅 you are gonna make me look through the archives. I would say I dipped my toe into the fandom with mixed success almost right away. I was just learning how to make fanvids at the time and was getting maybe 60 hits a video. (Which was still exciting back then I'm not gonna lie.)Then came the manips, followed by the Nook Series edits. I think it's no coincidence I felt more involved in the fandom after I started doing edits for Fanfics. It was just this wonderful loop of making manips for things that brought me joy, which also brought other people joy. I've never been very vocal in the fandom, but have always found it to be an inviting place that sparked creativity and positivity from day one.

GT: Your Nook Series is just incredible! How did you learn to make manips?

TUM: Why thank you! I have memories of when I was a kid, my Dad would do these 'manips' by cutting out two images and photocopying them together...this makes him sound like a serial killer, but that is the first memory I have of manipulating photos. It ended up being almost like a challenge growing up. Can I make this look real? Can I erase my ex-friend from our graduation trip to Hawaii pixel by pixel using Microsoft Paint? (You can, but it takes a lot of pettiness and spite.) So I was always doing some kind of work with photos, though not always in the most effective ways. Thank god for the discovery of Photoshop!

GT: Not a serial killer! Lol you're too funny. Well, you're really good at it for sure! So much so that I've seen some of your manips being mistaken for actual pictures...

TUM: I can't even begin to count the amount of hours I have spent working on manips at this point. I have planned. I have hunted for the perfect pictures. Spent days getting it right. And without fail the manip I spend an hour on, thrown together for fun, is the one that looks the most legit. Every time!! My most popular manip was done in an hour while watching a documentary to kill time. That's how it goes I guess. So it really is just luck when it comes together. Some manips hold up over time and some....do not. But I always enjoy seeing the progress and the process change over time.

GT: Do you find it funny when people think they're real pictures?

TUM: Oh I love it! I don't think there is any better compliment than to have someone ask 'what episode is this from?' 'How do I not know about this?' Being accused of witchcraft is always a positive in my opinion.

GT: Hahahaha And does it still bother you when you see it reposted somewhere without credit or did you end up getting used to it?

TUM: To be honest it never really bothered me all that much. Seeing my manips on mugs and t-shirts for profit was the only time I ever felt slightly annoyed. For me, it wasn't on the same playing field as a Fic you wrote from scratch or a piece of art you drew by hand. I didn't feel like I had as much 'ownership' of my final products as some other forms of art. If that makes sense? And this fandom was always amazing at getting artist credit and not letting anything slide. That was always lovely to see and very much appreciated.

GT: I'm glad it didn't bother you, because I have to admit it always bothers me lol. And it's very humble of you to say it's not on par, but I know making edits takes time and work too, and it should be appreciated. That's why credit is important, so we can go and thank the artist and appreciate them and their work. But yeah, doing it for profit is another level of wrong.

You don't make many manips for the Gallavich fandom anymore. Was that a conscious choice or do you just not have the time and/or motivation nowadays?

TUM: The simplest explanation is I became a cake decorator that wakes up at 4am. I am a night owl at heart and 90 percent of my work was made between 11pm and 4am. I also, like a lot of other people went through a creative slump after season 5 ended. I remember being half way through a video edit and just trashing it out of frustration after that finale. But mostly I just don't have the time I used to.

GT: A cake decorator! I love that! And I love that what you do for a living is also artistic. Yeah, that ending was just trash. Did you keep on watching after or did you just come back later when Mickey did (like I did)?

TUM: I got through two more episodes and realized all the things that I fell in love with about Shameless (Mickey, Mickey and Ian, the Gallaghers actually being a family unit) were gone. After that jumped on and off the bandwagon whenever Mickey showed up.

GT: Oh, so you watched one more than I did! What's your favorite season?

TUM: Season 4. No question! For the club kiss alone...it has to be my favorite.

GT: Is that your favorite scene of the show?

TUM: It's certainly the one that can still give me butterflies when I see it cross my dashboard. I remember reading a review of the episode back then and they described it as one of the most genuinely romantic moments on Shameless. And I have to agree.

GT: What are some others of your favorite moments?

TUM: Mickey yelling on top of a cop car after beating the shit out of Terry is up there. The entire wedding episode. " Sorry I'm late". Anything that had Mickey, Ian and Cole in the same scene. What I wouldn't give to see the extended cut of the proposal episode.

GT: What did you think of the ending?

TUM: I think as a fandom we had been burned more than once. I think we had two or three moments where we thought 'okay this is the last of ian and mickey' and then 'bam 'bam' oh never mind. So I saw the last two seasons as a bonus, honestly. I never thought we would get a wedding episode or watch them fight over apartments. So I was just along for the ride enjoying every minute of it. They were happy. So I was happy with the ending.

GT: I totally get the feeling. I remember when Noel returned for 9.06 and how surprised I was and how happy too, that at least they'd be endgame, even if we didn't get to see them together, then surprise! How do you imagine their future?

TUM: I see them continuing to expand the armed transport business After some years have passed building their own family. And I don't know if it's allowed but I always kind of wanted them to get out of the Southside. Though I imagine Ian might have to put some serious work in to convince Mickey to move to Florida😄

GT: Well, they did get out of the Southside in the end. I think you mean out of Chicago?

TUM: Let's say Illinois and cover all my bases! But yes, out of Chicago!

GT: I can't really see Ian going very far from his family, but I do wish they would. They do deserve a fresh start.

Tell us a bit about yourself now, please.

TUM: Let's see...how do I make it sound like I leave the house more than once a month? (I gave up. It's impossible) I am a cake decorator with two dogs. A Husky named Knox and a German Shepherd named Ronan. I was gifted power tools last year and my house now looks like a Pinterest nightmare. Just finished building built-in bookshelves because there can never be enough books! I have a completely normal amount of interest in True Crime. Which has resulted in me and my siblings monthly "Murder Night', where we play hunt a killer games. So, your standard dog lady who likes to read, build furniture and occasionally solve murders.

GT: That's all so interesting I'm forced to ask follow up questions.

TUM: Please do.

GT: First of, what are your dogs names, how old are they, and could you please spare some pictures?

TUM: Ronan is the German Shepherd. He just turned 3. Knox is the Huskey and he is 4. Puppies still really. They are the worst and I LOVE them so much.

GT: Your dogs are so pretty, but yeah, I can imagine they'd be a bit of troublemakers too. Second, what are some of your favorite books?

TUM: My absolute favorite book is the “Poisonwood Bible'' by Barbara Kingsolver. Her writing style in that book is insane. I'm grateful my Dad handed it to me because I would never have picked it up based on the story alone. I read a lot of Nonfiction, so “Van Gogh the life” by Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith. That man was fascinating. He is my all time favorite unpleasant little man. Anything by Bill Bryson starting with “In a Sunburned Country”.

I think you've helped me discover that I gravitate more towards non-fiction than anything else. How odd.

GT: It makes sense though, seeing how artistic you are, that you'd like the biography of an artist. And I didn't know any of those authors, I'll have to google them! Thanks for the recs.

Third... I'm not sure what to even say about the "Murder Night", tbh, I just wanted to acknowledge it. What, pray tell, are "hunt a killer" games?

TUM: Murder Night...you pay a rediculous amount of money to have a box of 'evidence' shipped to your house and then try to solve the murder in 60 minutes. There is food, alcohol and the threat of us never speaking to each other again by the end of it. I highly recommend it.

GT: Ok, so Murder Night sounds awesome and I totally need to find a group of friends to do that with now!

Who are some of your favorite people in this fandom? Artists, writers, "just" fans, anything goes.

TUM: There is no Nook series without Sexual Harassment in the Workplace by @goodkwuestion. TIPDIG is one of, if not my favorite fic, in any fandom and still a comfort read for me. There isn't a single thing that I haven't loved from goodkwestion and would read their version of the phone book if it ever came to it. This goes for @gallavichy as well, who manages to hook you emotionally by the end of the first chapter one NO MATTER THE STORY. I'm counting down the days between each chapter just like everyone else. And last but not least, @steorie's art is some of my first memories when I joined the fandom. I had the artwork of Ian and Mickey in the snow as my wallpaper forever back in the day! There are so many talented people in this fandom and i'm so excited that, even with Shameless over, there is still so much quality material being created all the time.

GT: Those three really are god tier, I agree!

Is there anything you'd like to make for this fandom that you haven't got a chance yet? Or are you truly done for now?

TUM: I made a fanvid a long time back that chronicled their relationship from season 1 to season 5. I always wanted to do an updated version now that Shameless is truly over and I have the entire narrative in my head. But otherwise I'll keep making little things whenever I get the chance or inspiration.

GT: What about for other fandoms?

TUM: It takes quite a bit of doing to get me to start a project for any fandom now. Free time is hard to get these days, but I love creating. And when I do get those small pockets of time I hope to keep making things that make me happy. Even if I don't get to do it as much as I used to.

GT: I'm sure any fandom is lucky to have you. ❤️

Can you explain a bit of your process when making edits? Of any kind. 😊

TUM: My edits for Nook covers are usually always based on a specific scene from the fic. In those instances I go hunting for the right pictures to make that scene come together. I don't think there is a Noel or Cam picture before 2018 that I haven't seen at this point. Then I'll click around in photoshop a bunch until I end up with something I don't hate! Which is a horrible way to explain any process but that's the honest truth.

With video edits it's all about the song. Even now, I'll hear a song in the car that is perfect for them and build a video in my head as I'm driving home. Placing a scene based on a specific beat,lyric or swell in the music. I always wanted there to be a clear narrative for each video. The lyrics and scenes always had to compliment each other. I didn't want the song to just be a song in the background while I threw a bunch of my favorite scenes together. And hopefully that comes across when you watch the later ones.

GT: Hahahaha, click around Photoshop a lot. I know the feeling!

Which of your edits would you say you're the proudest of?

TUM: Well, I can't not mention the Ian & Mickey kiss on the cheek edit that still pops up every now and then.

It is the most legit looking edit I ever made so I'm still proud of it. While I can only see the editing mistakes when I watch it now, I still have a soft spot for my vid 'What You and I Have'.

It was my first attempt at a relationship timeline and I was proud that I managed to get anyone to sit through a 7 minute video. There's the 'I'll always catch up to you' Mickey edit which was so simple to make but felt really powerful when it was done. And lastly a lesser known video called Final Hour that I could watch over and over because my ego knows no bounds.

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GT: Thank you so much for agreeing to doing this. Leave a message to the fandom now. 😊

TUM: Thank YOU so much for dragging me out of my cave for a little while. I apologize for all the unnecessary commas. (I don't know where they go. I refuse to learn. There is a reason I made edits not fics.) It was so much fun to look back at some of my edits and all the beautiful art and fics this fandom has provided over the years. It's hard to believe it's been almost 8 years since my first edit and I'm grateful for every piece of feedback I received along the way. So I'll just be here in my little cave, looking forward to all wonderful edits and fics this fandom still has to offer. Thanks again!

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Paint the lot red | Qian Kun

Qian Kun x Reader

▸ FLUFF, ANGST, Smut, Vampire au ▸ Part of the Stephen King’s collab, hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro ▸ Inspired by Stephen King’s, Salem’s Lot

Summary: Kun is a vampire, buying humans in exchange for immortality. He wanted to buy you and your house, but love changes everything. Convincing each other to be something you’re not. Kun wants to turn you into a vampire, but you want him to embrace being a human. Will Kun leave his family for you? Or you will accept the immortality he offers?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of car crash, family loss, Vanilla sex, depression from family loss, bloodsucking, virginity loss, unprotected sex, swearing, major character death, blood, mentions of alcohol, depression

A/N: Salem’s Lot is a handful but great book. I can’t follow the entire plot of Stephen King’s work, so heres my version of it. This is also inspired by Vampires VS. The Bronx... HAHAHA so, here. And sorry if the ending is SLIGHTLY close to my Jaehyun’s Body, but I plotted this first so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Tag list: @jimjamjaemin @inseonqt @thefouranemoi @jaehyunoos @sunshinedhyuck @neospirited @shanghai-lu @loeygotospacenow @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @commentgirl @yukine-smx (I hope I did not missed anyone)

NEWS FLASH: The family of the famous writer Y/N, died in a car crash on their way to the airport for a family trip to Hawaii. All four passengers are dead on arrival including the driver. The funeral will be closed and private, as per the writer Y/N’s request.

The sky has your favorite shade of orange when you arrived at the house. Home, you thought. Always the same big house that you grew up to. It’s been almost ten years since you step foot in this house and seeing it again for the first time made you regret every Christmas that you purposely missed just so you can avoid spending time with your family. And besides feeling that you’re home, you feel regret suffocating you. What was I thinking, you murmured. This house used to be filled with laughter and happiness. Nights where you and your family will watch TV together in the living room with all the lights closed, countless meals together and talking about random stuff while eating, drinking coffee with your mother, playing board games with your brother. But now, the house is filled with dust and despair.

The house feels cold and dirty but either way, it’s what you need. You would rather feel the emptiness of this big house and miss your family than be alone in your apartment. Maybe being home can make you write something worth reading for again, maybe being home will help you be alive again. Losing your whole family is a different kind of pain. The word ‘alone’ does not cover what you’re feeling right now.

It has been nine months since the accident but the sad news is still fresh in your heart that sometimes when you remember it, you just turned into stone and start crying out of nowhere. Thankfully, the town was understanding enough about what you’re going through in life. They were all careful not to make you remember your family’s death, and made sure to take care of you in ways that they can.

“I see some stores are closing? What happened to Miguel’s Ice Cream shop?” you asked Sophie, the owner of the small grocery store in town. You’ve known her since you were just a little girl, and your mother and father helped her grow her business.

“Well, since your father’s death there's this vampire family who’s been buying the whole town. One by one, Qian Properties. Offering money and immortality as payments” she says. The worry in her tone is quite evident as if she knew that vampires will soon knock on her store and offer her the same thing. Money and immortality.

After your family’s passing, the world has gone mad like they took every good thing from this world with them on their graves. Crazy how in nine months the things that are used to be fiction like vampires, are now the new normal. Everything happened so fast. Their kind grew and grew and now their population covers over almost 1/4 of the world. Vampires school, condominiums for vampires, hotel ran by vampires, humans being vampires. It’s crazy. But even though the world has gone mad, it doesn’t bother you because the pain that you’re dealing with right now is taking too much of your sanity.

As months slowly pass by, even though you hate writing right now, you still try and find your way back to loving what you used to do for a living. Writing was everything to you. There’s no greater feeling than sharing something you’ve created to the world, show it entirely, and watch the people love every bit of that thick thing we called a book. You lost your spark with writing when the accident happened and it changed your life. Everything you published became the talk of the world, people hating it and blaming what happened to your family. It was your darkest time. Losing your family and watching your career end.

You type, delete over and over again, and tried writing your feelings away until you see the sun setting again. A good reminder to call it a day. Then someone rang your doorbell. You quickly grabbed your robe and make your way downstairs, you see a man’s figure on the other side of the gate, wearing a nice suit, black trousers, and nice leather shoes.

“Good evening. I hope I did not interrupt you, I’m Qian Kun” he offered his hand for you to shake it which you accepted with a straight face. Qian. The family name of the vampires who are buying properties in this town and you’re not stupid to not know what he came here for. You wanted to shoo him away and tell him that you’re not interested in anything that he will offer. You have a lot of money and you don’t need immortality.

You crossed your arms and waited for him to talk more. “May I come in? I’m looking forward to this meeting for quite some time now” he says. You turned around and did not say anything but left the gate wide open. “Please” he added and he sounded desperate.

“Mr. Qian, I left the door open. What are you waiting for?”

“I- I suppose you don’t know that vampires cannot come in unless you invite them in” you didn’t of course.

“I’m sorry. I did not know. Please come in”

When you two settled in the living room, he started the conversation by introducing himself. You notice that he’s well mannered, polite, and careful with his words. He doesn’t sound fake like the monsters who pretend to care for you in the writing industry. Kun was straightforward without offending you, intimidating but not enough to make you feel small. He stated his intentions very clearly, “As a firstborn, I want my family to have a nice home. And this house is perfect. You will not be homeless, of course. We will find you a new house, cash, and immortality” he says.

You couldn’t agree more with what Kun told you. But the reason that he’s here to buy your house is something you can’t let him do. Even if he’s polite, nice, and handsome if you’re being honest. You can’t let him take away your home.

“It’s good that you love your family so much and you’re taking care of them. Something that I regret not doing” you take a sip from your coffee before you continue saying something that will bring you to tears, “are you aware that I lost my family, about a year ago?” you were calm when you said it, but it still hurt like hell. Admitting that they’re gone.

Kun was speechless. He felt like he ruined your peace and your time to mourn your family but most of all, it felt like he’s disrespecting you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know” is all he can say.

“I have way too much money and I don’t want immortality. Thank you for your offer, but this is all I’ve got”

“I cherish my family too. I have a family and we don't have a home, you don’t have a family but you have a home. Be part of us, we can be your family”

You got offended, but still, there’s not enough reason to burst out and be hysterical. You gave him a small smile and shook your head, “Good luck finding a home Mr. Qian. I admire you taking care of your family”

The night ended coldly, both disappointed with personal reasons. Although he felt sorry about his visit, he still got his eyes on the prize. Kun will stand his ground and will try over and over again until you say yes to his offer. You, on the other hand, don’t know why you have a soft spot for the vampire even though he already offended you. Maybe it’s because you were moved for his honest reasons that you can’t let out your anger towards him even if you force yourself. He was just trying and finding his family a stable home, no need to get mad, you said to yourself.

As days go by, the vampire did not give up as expected. He continued his visit and greet you with the sweetest smile. He tried pursuing you, giving you flowers, bringing you books to read, chocolates, fruits, anything that crosses his mind that will try to change your decision. He was desperate for his family’s sake and it was obvious.

Sophie said that Qian properties chose this place because it’s far from the city. There’s a lot of trees and the neighborhood is peaceful. “That’s why he’s desperate. Your father made this town great. Don’t let that Qian family eat up of what your father built” she says sternly.

You walked alone to your house with a bag of take out, thinking of other ways to make your meal even more delicious. Since you’re alone in life, you don’t have someone to cook you a decent meal. When you were living alone in the city, you have your manager cook you good food. But now that you’re completely alone, you just have to make the best out of this take out.

“Hi” of course the vampire waited for you to come home. You smiled and let out a small laugh because both of his hands are carrying grocery bags.

“What are you doing? I have food and enough stocks for a whole family, and I live alone” It was a joke. You giggle and opened the gate, this time you did not forget to invite him in.

“That’s not why I’m here. I’m here as a friend a new vampire friend- Let me cook for you please, I need a friend”

Hearing him say those words made you think that Kun is a blessing in disguise. Finally, decent food. You don’t want to admit but having Kun’s company tonight made you feel happy. Not genuinely happy of course, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Surprisingly, he’s talkative but not annoying. The words that came out from his mouth made sense to the point that you’re learning new things from him. He was right, he’s here as a friend and not as a buyer of your house.

“Why do you want my house so bad?” you asked. Stirring the spaghetti sauce that he made.

“Hmm. I thought I’m here as a friend?” he smiles and refuses to answer your question. He looked handsome up close, but his unbelievably white skin is scary. It reminded you that he’s a vampire.

“Well okay, if you don’t want to answer that question. I didn’t know vampires eat. I thought you only drink blood from humans” you quickly changed the subject so he can feel comfortable.

“I love food and I love cooking. It’s my guilty pleasure. It doesn’t make me full, but if what I made taste good then I’m satisfied” he answered your question with a big smile. Proud and happy to talk about how he loves cooking.

For someone who doesn’t have a soul, Kun is a vampire full of life. You listen to him talk about the things he sees on TV and watches his eyes show you and tell you how he’s curious about the world. He’s well aware that there's so much you can do in a lifetime, he wanted to learn many things and go around the world. He’s almost more human than you are. “Well if you have all these dreams of yours why don’t you embrace life instead of living in the shadows for your family?” you hope he answers your question this time.

“My family is more important than my dreams and my wants in life. The things that I long for will forever be in this world, but my family can die anytime-“ he realized what he just said, “I’m- I’m sorry. I got carried away. Please- Uh, how’s the food?” he tried changing the subject but it was too late.

He’s right. Everything he said is right and you’re realizing it just now, “I wish I met you before my family died. Unlike you, I chose my dreams and turned my back against my family. And now I’m regretting it. Don’t worry, you didn’t offend me and the food is great. Really great” your tone was slowly turning sad and gloomy. The vampire was quick to be concerned but he can’t do anything to help you heal. So, he changed the mood and joked about offering you immortality and you argued with him and tried convincing him to embrace being human. It was a friendly debate that made him blush and your heart flutter.

Kun hates lying, even to himself. As he listens and watches you speak very closely while you drink your wine, he's slowly liking you and he's not afraid of what he's feeling right now. He loves how you talk about the things you've experienced already like he's listening to a book about wonders. You must be a great writer. The whole time you were talking about your first book to him, he was really impressed by your talent but he can't listen to you further. Instead, he just admired you closely.

Then he kissed you.

He noticed how your lips were plump and red because of the red wine and the kiss was something he can’t control because he wanted to do it. “I’m not sorry about the kiss, I wanted to do it” at least he was honest about what he feels. "Please continue your story" and so you did, but this time you were smiling from ear to ear.

Good things come to an end. You felt that you went out on a date with Kun when the night ended. You felt nothing but happiness, butterflies in your stomach, cheeks hurt because of too much smiling. He flashed those handsome dimples of his and waved goodbye to you. Neither of you wanted to end the night so early but he had to go home to his family.

The next day, while you were trying so hard to put what you feel into writing, you look over the window and hope to see Kun’s figure outside your huge gate. But no, he’s not there. Until the sun is finally setting again and the sky turned into your favorite shade of orange, you were disappointed but only for a short span of time.

The same thing happened for a week. You waited for the vampire to show up outside your gate, but he never did. Maybe he finally gave up.

One fine beautiful evening, you were reading the books Kun gave you while you enjoy a cup of warm tea then your doorbell rang three times that it almost sounded so desperate for attention. Finally, the figure that you’ve been meaning to see showed up. You welcome him in like an old friend and he greets you with an exhausted smile. He looked tired and dull you noticed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up for days” you haven’t seen each other for a week and the first words you heard from him are apologies. “I was busy running the family business” he clears his throat and sat comfortably on the couch.

“Which is?” you asked.

“Buying humans so my family name will forever live,” he said oh so cooly. Surprising you with honestly again that never bothered you. In fact, he continues to surprise you. “And looking for a new town to buy” he added. You noticed during your long walks that people in this town continue embracing immortality in exchange for their establishments and loyalty for Qian properties. It sounds complicated, their business, but really it’s not hard to understand. It’s like a normal business that buys and sells properties and a big company that needed a lot of staff. But for Qian properties, lives are involved.

“What happens to the people you turn to vampires?”

“Besides being rich, they will have a long life, my family owns them and as long as they live, they will work for my family. But I can assure you that their lives are safe. We don’t harm them, rather we help them adjust to this new life they swore to- How are you?”

His sudden concern for you caught you off guard that you smiled and became shy in front of him. He’s not here as a businessman again, he’s here as your friend, Kun. Whom you kissed and waited for his presence every day.

“I waited for you every day” he smiled at your honesty. But then, his smile slowly fades away. He holds his chest and pretends that he’s okay to not make you worry. “I’m not stupid you’re hungry. When was the last time you drank blood?” you brought him to your kitchen to give him a plate of raw steak. But he told you steak does not cover it. You were trying so hard to help him ease his hunger. Then you realized, you have blood.

“Try not to kill me? Or turn me?” you exposed your collar bones to him and standup in between his legs. He was sitting on the kitchen counter like a bored teenager with a bottle of water in his hand. He let out a cute laugh and fixed your robe.

“No. I can’t do that to you. I’m not here to ask for blood. I’m just tired and pressured because of my family. I just needed to see you” he smiled so sweetly again, making you fall in love with his gaze. Even though he’s tired and weak to the core he can still make your heart flutter.

“I’m not going to take no for an answer. If you don’t drink my blood, you can never see me again” it was a dangerous bargain but you had to try. You came closer to him, felt his cold skin, smelled his cologne, and hope that he smells your blood. It was a struggle for him and he enjoys your sweet torture. Until he finally gave in.

“Just one swig,” he says.

“That’s all I want to happen. Please, you look dead” you insist.

He took his time untying your robe, remove it from you and watch it hit the tiled kitchen floor. He kissed your neck like the gentleman that he is making you weak and let out soft moans. His lips are cold and it sends a shiver straight to your spine. Then he bit you. Drank your blood like he’s just kissing your neck. It felt like you’re high on drugs, everything kept spinning and the moment he stopped. You feel weak and he was quick to catch you with his strong arms. Kun kissed the part where he had bit you a few seconds ago and kissed you all the way from your collar bone, neck, chin, and finally your lips.

Everything turned slow. Like a moment being kept for safekeeping and no one dares to move too fast. Scared to ruin such a beautiful moment.

You took him to your room and there you two continued that beautiful moment. He watched you remove your clothes in between his legs as he comfortably sits on the edge of your queen-sized bed. Once you discarded all your clothes and exposed your bare body to him, his hands roam freely around your body. It’s his first time, he whispered. “I’ll try not to disappoint you” he promised.

While you help him remove his clothes, Kun learned to kiss your body. He was shy but you told him he doesn’t have to. He learned to kiss your chest, the valley between your boobs and your stomach. “Why are you avoiding my boobs?” you asked with a slight giggle, waiting for his lips to brush your perked nipple and make you shiver. He looked at you directly in the eye as he starts sucking your left nipple, then he turned to your right boob, and in a matter of minutes, he finally learned how to use his tongue. You gasped and breathed in deeply as you were just standing in between his legs, naked, shivering, and moaning at the things he’s been doing to you.

“You’re going to make me cum undone” you informed him. He stopped and leaned back, admiring your swollen nipples as if he’s proud of his work.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked oh so innocently.

“No” you pushed him slowly to the mattress, “But I’d rather cum in other different ways,” you said. This time it’s your turn to kiss his cold body and let him experience the pleasure he’s been giving you. His low groans were music to your ears when you licked his nipples while you unbutton his pants and remove it swiftly leaving him only with his boxers briefs.

Given that this is his first time, you decided to stay on top tonight and take charge. You kissed his abs, feel it with your hands, and took time kissing his lower abdomen, making the vampire impatient and push his underwear down so your lips can finally make contact with his cock. You gave him his first blow job, sucking his dick slowly and pumping it over and over again until it’s really hard and thick. “I promise to give you a proper blowjob someday” you crawled on top of him until your wet folds are coating his cock with your pussy juices.

“I can get addicted to you, you know that?” he says and smiled before you reach for his lips to distract him as you line his cock to your entrance and slowly sink down on him. His reaction was something you will never forget, the sound that he made once he’s fully inside you. You intertwined your fingers with him before you roll your hips deliciously.

“Ready?”

“Yeah- Oh, ahh” he part his lips and did not get shy anymore as he continues to let out his moans and feel your warm walls around him. He pulled your body closer to him, wanting to never leave those beautiful lips of yours. You made his arms rest on your hips, as you bounce up and down on his cock with utmost care. There’s no need to go wild and crazy for tonight. Everything is perfect.

“I’m close” he admitted. But you didn’t stop moving your hips.

“Can you make me pregnant?” you cage his head with your arms, your face is close to him so you can nip his lower lip and kiss him every second.

“I can’t” he answers your question. There was a slight disappointment of course. But this is not the right time to think about having kids.

“What are you waiting for? Let go and cum inside me”

Kun did what you said and had the time of his life, enjoying his first orgasm from having sex. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t cum tonight, Kun’s cock felt great and that alone satisfies you. He didn’t let you go for some time, you stayed on top of him as he continues to kiss and talk to you while he still enjoys your warmth.

Soon, you lay beside him and covered you with your clean thick sheets. You talked some more, about things that are intimate and are for the two of you only. You never felt so happy being in the arms of a… vampire. You felt alive again but you don’t say it out loud, you just wanted to bask at this moment with Kun and feel the happiness flood your heart.

“How are you feeling?” you asked. Maybe he needed more blood?

“I’m feeling just fine. Thank you. And I’m not talking about the sex and your blood. Thank you for letting me in your life” he was holding your hand while drawing small circles using his cold thumb.

That night, you two slept really late and talked more about life and the things you wanted. You learned that the two of you are very different from each other but you’re ready to love him deeply and he’s ready to take great risk for you too. And you think the beauty of loving someone so different from you is a different kind of great love.

Kun’s cold figure still hugs you tightly when you wake up the next day. The morning light hits his skin perfectly that he shines effortlessly. “fuck” you muttered and quickly tried getting out from his cold embrace to close the curtains. But he tugs you even closer to his body making you panic even more, “are you hurt?”

“No” he kissed you good morning and sweetly requests, “can we stay a little bit longer like this? I still don’t want to face the day”

You raked his hair away from his face and gave him his morning kisses, “we can stay like this forever” you said.

“Does that mean you’re accepting immortality?-“

“That’s not what I meant”

“Oh”

Even so, being human and vampire in a relationship did not stop you two from loving each other without bounds. Every day has been nothing but happiness with Kun even though you both have your own disappointments with yourselves. You’re disappointed with writing, he’s disappointed with his family’s business. Every bit of the relationship was not easy but you two chose to be happy together every day and face each day together.

He starts calling your house his home because you are his home and you don’t mind him calling you that. It makes you happy. Every day, when the sky turns to your favorite shade of orange, Kun will ring your doorbell and you will welcome him home with kisses and warm hugs.

Soon, you two became confident about telling each other everything about your family. And for the first time, talking about them didn’t make you sad, but rather happy because you can share that part of your life with Kun who listens to every word you say attentively. He told you that his mom was the one who told him to give you books to read, give you flowers and treat you with respect. His stories about his family make you want to meet them someday. It will not be easy but, “We will get here eventually”

Speaking of eventually, he finally learned how to fuck after a few nights of making love with Kun. He finally became confident in bed, making you moan his name over and over again. Memorizing every inch of the places you loved being touched the most. Oh, he’s a fast learner and a great one if you’re being honest to the point that night after night you grip the sheets so hard because he was fucking you good.

Perfect. Everything is perfect.

“Good morning” you greet him with loving kisses as always before you make your coffee. He’s still shirtless and just wearing his pajamas while he makes breakfast. You hugged him from behind and enjoy his cold skin on a beautiful warm morning. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, hugging him tightly.

“Is that a yes for immortality?” he’s serious when it comes to ‘immortality’ but it never annoyed you because it’s his love language. You understand him.

“I want to be with my family, Kun” you bit his shoulder playfully and placed soft kisses after. He loves it when you do that.

“And I don’t want to watch you die,” he asked for a kiss on lips, which you gave happily.

“Why are we having this conversation?” you roll your eyes.

“You’re right. I love you, I’m sorry”

See. Push and pull. And it’s a decision that one day you’re going to face and not even ‘i love yous’, ‘i’m sorry’, hugs or kisses will solve that problem for you. Someday he will not joke about it. And you’re scared because the question is, family or Kun?

During the day, you kept thinking about the conversation you had with Kun before breakfast. It made you think hard and ran through every loophole. You imagined life without Kun, you imagined him watch you die in a hospital bed, and you imagine not being with your family ever again. Every decision broke your heart.

When Kun finally came home, you try shrugging the thought of making a decision one day and admire your boyfriend as he is about to prepare you dinner.

Having a very handsome vampire in your kitchen cooking you good food is definitely one for the books. It’s like watching a live cooking show and you’re the only audience who can taste what he’s cooking. The way he walks around and smiles at you from time to time is making you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Heck, even watching him sprinkle salt and pepper, chop the peppers, and squeeze some lemon is making your heart jump.

Such a waste.

All these talents for singing, great skills at the kitchen, handsome face… And yet he chose to live in darkness. You have nothing against the vampire, he didn’t choose to be born as a bloodsucker, but he did choose to serve his family. His number one mistake, honestly speaking.

“If you’re not a vampire, what would you want to be?” you asked him bluntly, sipping on your wine while you watch him cook. “I hope you know that you’re talented and that if you embrace being a human you can be many things. For starters, you can be a cook at a famous restaurant or a pilot”

“Are we seriously having this conversation?” he chuckles, turns off the stove and faced you, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking handsome as ever, “Do me a favor and imagine yourself being 200 years old still looking young and beautiful. Or being happily married for hundreds of years. With me” he left a kiss on your forehead and goes back to plating the food.

The words ‘happily married’ doesn’t sound so bad.

“So you’re telling me that if we stayed like this, vampire and human, and I’m finally old and wrinkly, you won’t love me anymore?” you tease him, not letting him know that the idea of being married affects you.

“Why can’t we have a normal dinner without being on each other’s throats? Come on let’s eat. Grab the wine please,” he offered his cold hand to help you come down from the stool and go together to the dining area.

Before eating he did notice you were spacing out, he puts down his spoon and fork and reached for your hand. “Look at me,” he says, “Vampire or not I’m going to marry you and we’ll live happily together”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Now, come on eat. Tell me if it’s delicious, I just learned this from the cooking show I’ve been watching”

The constant push and pull continued. Your relationship has always been a never-ending convincing each other to be something you’re not. But ever since you let Kun in your life happiness is present in your life again and you’re worried that maybe someday that happiness will be taken away from you again. Kun is literally the reason why you smile first thing in the morning and sleep peacefully at night.

After having dinner and you two are ready for bed, you can’t stop thinking about the conversation you had this morning. The decision you’ve been thinking about has been running in your mind the whole day but there's another thought that’s been bugging you all along and you’ve been wanting to ask Kun.

“Can you really not die?”

He must be tired. He closed his eyes and kept you close. You wait for his answer but it seems like he doesn’t want to keep the conversation. Then he looks at you, “I can. I just have to be careful. I can die like how humans die except for dying at old age” he explains and you don’t want to pry further. “I'm scared of dying, you know. There’s so much I want to do in my life even before I met you. But since then I became even more scared to death. This world holds everything important to me, my family, and you. I can’t die” he answered your question honestly of course.

The next day, Kun woke up before you because he’s been planning to do something lately but can’t execute his plans correctly. He was about to do it last night but you asked him a heavy question so he didn’t have a choice but to set aside his intentions first.

He carefully opened the bedside drawer and reached for the tiny object inside. Since he doesn’t know anything about romance, he doesn’t know how to propose beautifully to you. So he went for something he’s confident with. Honesty. He grabs your hand and slips the ring on your finger, carefully but his movements still woke you up.

Any girl would freak out seeing her boyfriend propose to her the moment she opens her eyes in the morning. The diamond is quite big and it made you gasp. Not that you cared about the rock but the fact that Kun just proposed to you the moment you wake up is just enough reason to panic.

But he made a ’Shh’ sign that made you follow him and kept yourself quiet. You feel your heart thumping and beating so fast at this moment that you want to burst out of happiness already but Kun is calm in front of you. Just calm.

“Listen” all you hear are birds chirping and comfortable silence, “peaceful right?” you nod your head, “Let’s never break that peace in our relationship. I don't know how to make things easier for us but let's start with, no more push and pull. Last night I promised you that vampire or not, I’m gonna marry you and this is me keeping that promise. I would rather watch you die at old age, wrinkly and weak than lose you” He kissed your hand, and the panic that you’ve been savoring is long forgotten. Instead of screaming your lungs out because of too much happiness, you kissed each other and engraved that beautiful moment in your hearts.

And because you and Kun have been living together for quite some time now, you’ve become the talk of the town. Everyone thought that Kun is keeping you hostage and is only using you to get the house and to get the whole town. Even though he has been really successful in buying lives lately and earning the people’s loyalty in this town, the ones who strongly refused Kun’s offer is now making a plot behind his back.

A plot where they plan to kill him and save you. They’re just waiting for the perfect timing to strike the vampire.

“He’s just using you to get the house. Of course, he had to marry you so he can have legal rights to your house. Trust me, that vampire will leave you” Sophie hated Kun so much that when you told her that you’re engaged she didn’t take it lightly. The old woman shoos you out of her store and told you to be smarter. It’s sad how she can’t see that you’re really happy with Kun.

When you got home from grocery shopping, you wait for Kun to arrive before you leave him for one night to meet your manager back to the city. It pains you to be away from Kun. It’s like there's this magnet that’s keeping you near him and stopping you from leaving the house but finally, you finished a good book. All thanks to Kun. Your manager wanted to meet you so you can work on the details and finally, go back to the world and show everyone how you’ve been.

“The city is great. You sure you don’t want to come? There's a lot of vampires in the city-“

“And my fiance is a famous writer. Who’s about to have her come back to the industry that she loves. I don’t want to give you a problem before you can even go back out there. People will not take it lightly if they see you with me” he kissed you and hope that you will not argue with him further.

“But we just got engaged. I don’t want to be away from you” you pout like a little girl.

“Well then come home soon” he smiles sweetly to you and finally made you stop your whining.

Leaving home never felt so wrong. But you realized, he’s right. You just have to come home soon.

When you were back in the city and in the familiar office of your manager, you can’t help but feel out of place. Is this really what you want? Because if your manager agrees to publish this new work of yours, that means you have to leave home again. You have to leave Kun and live in the city. Something you think you can’t handle. It's like making the same mistakes again.

“I love it! You’re back- amazing work. I have to meet this vampire that you’re talking about. The one who inspired you to write this beautiful masterpiece. Ugh! Welcome back!” he exclaims excitedly. But his approval did not make you excited or anything. You’re happy of course, but you’ve been thinking about coming home and telling Kun the good news.

“Are we done here?”

“Uh- yes, bu-“

“Great. Call me if you need anything. I have to go home now. Thank you” you shake his hand and bid him goodbye. You were quick to get out of there and head home already. The plan was to stay the night in your old apartment, but you can’t. You really can’t. It’s almost 3 in the morning and Kun must be sleeping already because he hasn’t answered your calls. You drove excitedly while playing with the ring on your finger, thinking about how to spend the following days with Kun as an engaged couple.

When you finally arrived in town, people in their sleep wears welcomes you in the street. But their faces looked worried and concerned. What’s happening, you murmured. Since a lot of people are blocking the street you decided to get out of the car and check what’s happening.

“Y/n… the house….” someone shouted.

“My house?” you ran as fast as you can to see what they’re talking about. Hoping that everything is fine and that Kun is safe and not inside the house.

Then you see it.

It was your favorite shade of orange. Eating your house, ruining your home. You watched the house burn and you never thought that watching it will make you hate something you used to love ever since you were just a kid. You wanted the bright colors to fade. Your hands are shaking as you call for help. Screaming at the top of your lungs as people try to stop you from running towards your house.

“Kun!” you screamed and asked for him but no one is answering you.

Sophie tried to make you listen to her while you push everyone away. “I’m sorry. We had to do this. The town was slowly dying and turning into a vampire town. Y/n! He will leave you in the end or worst, he will change you” she was apologizing but you didn’t want to listen to her anymore. You slapped the old woman and tried to kick her with all your might but the people are quick to stop you.

The fire spread so fast that Kun didn’t have time to save himself. He tried calling for help but the lines were already cut. It’s obvious the fire was planned. He was trying so hard to escape death, coughing and covering his mouth, crying while he bangs through the door that seems to be locked from the outside. I don’t want to die. He repeats over and over again, thinking about his family, his brothers, and of course you.

But he couldn’t go out. He banged through the door until his last breath and strength but it did nothing. Soon the fire ate him and all he can do is scream through the pain, cry, and accept death.

The next thing you know, you’re at the hospital. You see your manager sleeping on the couch. Tears started falling but you don’t know why. On top of that, your heart feels heavy. It’s a familiar feeling, you thought. Like when the news that your family died reached you.

Then you see your ring. And suddenly you understand why you started crying out of nowhere and why that familiar feeling of losing someone is back.

Kun is dead.

And once again you’re back to rock bottom but this time you don’t have a home or a place to help you heal.

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--------Olive---------

“Oh my god, I can’t breath” Olive giggled, crumbling into Eliott’s lap. Her husband smiled down at her gently playing with her hair.

“This is serious Olive!” Eliott said, his smile melting away to a very strained serious one. His dark brown eyes studying her face, “it’s the greatest story ever told. Guy dates a woman, woman’s ex is a mob boss who is involved in an illegal fashion, mob boss’s daughter almost gets killed. Now the guy must use his skills from the years of being in the other four movies to get revenge on his girlfriend’s daughter’s father. Tale as old as time “

“I’m just saying they should have killed the guy and the daughter could have gone full ninja killer and taken out her father and his gang.” Olive giggled, wiping her eyes from the tears of laughter that had been rolling down her cheeks.

“That would probably have been a better movie… but would it also have bad dummy shots?” her husband asked.

“Of course” sitting up inspiration struck, “I have an idea!” Eliott watched her as she sat straight up. “You write the action and I will write the romance.”

“How much romance will there be if the daughter is 12 years old.”

“Well romance and character stuff.” she shrugged, “And you can add in all the poorly done dummy blow-ups you want.”

“I will,” Eliott said nodded, “But only if I can use sex dolls.”

“Like, Hard Ticket to Hawaii? Oh, wait! Now hear me out” Olive giggled scooting up so she was now straddling her husband taking his hands in her own. A goofy smile spread across Eliott’s face as he weaved his fingers into her own.

“Oh are we at the wait stage of drunk Olive?”

“Shhhh” she giggled leaning forward slightly brushing her nose on his, “But really, this is serious.” Cleaning her throat for dramatic effect she continued, “a Hard Ticket to Hawaii Death Wish 4 crossover.”

“Oh girl,” Eliott said, his voice hitting a higher pitch on his girl . Olive giggled pushing herself forward so she was resting on his chest.

“I love you.”

“No way really?” Eliott gave a fake gasp “That’s sooo weird because you know what? I love you too”

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“ So just be ready,” Kirishima said, prepping the gang, “She’s… the same but different. ”

The group nodded in unison, game faces ready for whatever was coming. And that something was slowly walking toward when in the form of Bakugou and Olive.

Right off the bat it was obvious something was off. While they were holding hands it looked unnatural. Bakugou’s shoulders were hunched and he seemed to be looking anywhere but at Olive who was talking in the city as if she had never walked down this street before. Her large hazel eyes taking in everything, mouth slightly open.

“Olive! Bakugou!” Kirishima said, waving. At the sound of his voice, Olive looked up and waved, a smile on her face as she looked over at the group of others standing with them. Her eyes intently taking everyone in as if searching for something that wasn’t there

“ Hello! ” she said as they both stood there awkwardly. Hands had been let go and now hanging at their sides. Limp as if unsure what to do.

There were a few more awkward nodes before Kirishima led them all inside toward the balcony seating, their usual stop. “T his place is amazing! ” Olive said looking around her eyes wide as she took in the atmosphere. Everyone froze as the blissfully unaware woman turned to her husband, “ How did you find this place Katsuki? ”

“ I didn’t, you did,” he said as everyone around him winched slightly. The awkwardness was so thick you could almost taste it, and it didn't taste good.

“Oh.” her voice soft as she bit her top lip looking down at her purple painted nails. She had found her polish that morning and had decided to try out the fun colors.

There was a long pause when Mina spoke up, “How’s Clare and Lilly and the others? ”

Olive blinked looking up, “ You know the girls? ”

“ Yeah, we have wine and Rupaul's Drag race nights. I think the last one we did was about a month ago wasn’t it? ” the last statement, more of a question than a comment.

“Uhhh” Olive shrugged unsure how to respond

“ She doesn’t remember it ” Kaminari mumbled to the little pinked haired girl. And again there was a lapse of awkwardness. Turning to Momo from across the table Olive pointed to her shirt.

“ I love your shirt so cute! ” she said, stumbling slightly over her words. Momo lit up pointing to the shirt that Olive had gotten Momo for the hero’s birthday. The words “Females are strong as hell” in English was written in script across the chest. She had gotten it because she always told Momo, who was the 4th hero and number 1 female, that she was the most badass out of everyone (and that ranking didn’t mean shit). Also, they were both addicted to “Unbreakable Kimmy Shimitt”

“Thank you, I’m Momo '' the dark-haired hero said, noticing how much Olive was struggling trying to piece together who was who. Before they had come Momo and her fiancee Shoto Todoroki had decided to treat her like they had met for the first time. “ and this is Shodo, my fiancee .”

“I’m Mina! ” Mina said quickly and everyone else followed suit with a quick round of introductions.

“Yeah, I have pictures ” Olive lit up at the introduction. “The fair.”

“What picture did you have ?” Momo asked, leaning forward.

“This one of the fair? ” Olive said, holding up the phone leaning over the table to hand her the phone. Watching them Kirishima chuckled leaning toward Bakugou.

“Why are they across the table from each other?”

Bakugou shrugged, rolling his eyes, not shocked by the poor seating choices. After coordinating this whole night was he really now in charge of seating as well?

“Oh, that was so fun. ” Momo smiled looking at the photo. Memories of her trip to the US where Olive had given her the grand tour.

“ Oh is that the American Fair? What other pictures do you have? Do you have the one from when we all went to that spa? Do you have the one of us in those masks making the peace sign? What about... ” Mina was bursting with questions going way too fast for Olive to keep up. The poor girl’s smile looked slightly strained as she tried to look like she was understanding more than every other word from the excited pink haired girl.

“You’re going to fast for her! ” Bakugou barked out noticing the very overwhelmed look in his wife’s eyes, “ She's still learning .”

“Oh sorry Olive” Mina whispered looking down at her hands feeling her face flush.

“Don’t yell at her.” Olive said good naturally in English nudging Bakugou playfully with her shoulder. The blonde looked like the wind had been knocked out of him her words cutting him harder than he wanted to admit. “Which picture did you want to see Mina?”

Before the pink girl could respond the waiter came up to introduce herself and take drink orders. A look of desperation came over Olive’s face as she looked down at the menu. Anxiety quickly flooded her system. The social pressure of trying to be normal while navigating a language she was still learning was extremely stressful. And this was besides the fact she had no idea what was good here or what she would like to order. Did she had a regular drink here? If so, what was it?

Desperately she looked down at the Japanese characters as if they would suddenly jump out and give her all the answers.

A large hand slammed over the menu making Olive lookup. Bakugou’s intense red gaze met her hazel one.

“I’ll order for you,” he said softly in English, more of a statement than an offer. His red eyes studding her as if reading all her thoughts. She smiled softly at him making him flush slightly looking away from her to the waiter ordering quickly.

“Thank you” she whispered, her hand gently brushing against his arm. Her fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It felt like her touch was fire.

Quickly he rubbed his arm as if he could put out the flames that were licking at his skin.

Fuck. He had it bad.

“Yeah well you looked so lost.” he grumbled looking away turning to Kirishima who was intently watching the conversation with the most annoying smile on his face. “ What are you looking at? ” Struggling Kirishima’s annoying smirk didn’t fade but he offered no explanation for his expression.

Typical.

Lucky for Bakugou the conversation shifted to other things. Work, life, weird food Kaminari had tried last week on his trip to Bermuda.

Olive quickly picked up her conversation with Momo about the place she was looking into for her wedding and life in general. Since they were - as Kirishima had pointed out- sitting across the table from each other, Olive had to basically lean up over the top of the table to shout of the music that was playing in the background.

Bakugou couldn’t help but frown watching as his wife literally looked like she was crawling over. Her eyes bright as the two talked. It was the most enthusiastic she had been in a long time.

“If you want to be with her so bad go sit over there, ” he said, it came out much harder than he had meant it to be. But he was annoyed and sometimes -ok most times- had a hard time masking his emotions. Olive blinked looking up at him confused for a moment before getting up from her seat moving over - much to Momo’s delight- to sit down next to her. He could see her pulling out her phone probably to show off pictures of Dolemite. Or maybe to ask more about the people who littered it. He could tell she felt awkward about asking him those questions. Knowing it hurt.

But also he wanted her next to him. To feel her next to him. To know she was still there with him.

“ OMG I love this song !” Mina squealed as a song came on.

“ Let’s dance, ” Momo said, getting up knowing Olive loved to dance. Normally she was the one dragging the girls onto the floor. At the promise of dancing Olive lit up as she stood to follow them. However before she left she glanced over at Bakugou, as if checking in with him.

“Why are you looking at me? Go!”

Olive flashed him a wide smile before following the girls into the crowd. The other two girls grabbed her laughing as they swayed with the music. Not having to talk just laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The universal girl code of good music and alcohol.

Three songs later and she was slowing down, taking a moment to breathe looking around the dance floor.

And that was when she thought she saw him.

Long blonde hair pulled up in a man bun. A basic flannel shirt, on the shorter side with broad shoulders leaning on the bar, his back to her.

Eliott

Her brain zoned in on it, for a second she forgot he was dead. Forgot he was gone.

That first month after his death she saw him everywhere. Heard his laugh. Sensed his presence. Slowly it had gotten better. His presence slowly fading from the bright sun of the day to the dark of night or in those first moments when she was waking up. And even more recently his presence had slowly faded. Her brain too busy trying to understand this whole new life she was living to focus on the loss.

But as the man turned and she saw it was clearly not him something washed over her. Hit her right in the face crushing her inside.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until Momo came up and hugged her.

“What happened?” she whispered in English as Olive raised her hands to her face trying to stop the tears. But they wouldn’t stop. Her chest so heavy it felt like her whole body was filled with sadness and the only way out was through her tears.

“I just… I thought… I saw Eliott.” she hiccuped, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Momo asked, frowning as she studied Olive. Mina, whose English was not as good, hovered around them both rubbing Olive’s shoulder trying to understand what had happened.

“I just… can't stop crying.” Olive sobbed trying to take deep breaths to gain control of herself.

“It’s been a lot for you.” Momo said, “come here” she hugged the girl for a moment before pulling away.

“ It’s ok to miss someone. ” Mina said, holding out a napkin she had grabbed from the bar.

“Yeah and for you it’s been very recent.” Monmo added nodding

“I just feel guilty… Katsuki.” Olive fumbled through the words trying to explain all the emotions that were swerling like some muddy concoction in her chest.

“ Oh Bakugou can get over it. ” Momo said, waving her hand trying to keep her words simple so both girls could understand what she was saying, “ he gets all moody but he really cares about you. ”

“ Yeah, the first time I met you he was so… relaxed. ” Mina said, trying to find the right words, “ None of us had ever seen him that way before. ”

“ He was happy. ” Momo nodded, “ He will be fine, you need to focus on yourself.”

From across the bar Bakugou had lost sight of where the girls had gone. The crowd was getting thicker and thicker as the night had dragged on. He knew Olive would be safe with Momo and Mina there but still, he wanted to make sure she was ok.

And then he caught a glimpse of them. Standing at one of the far corners of the dance floor. Momo and Mina standing over Olive, hovering around her with concern on their faces. For a moment Mina moved and he could see Olive clearly, holding a small white napkin wiping her eyes.

Shit.

“ Hey bro where are you ?”

“ Just drink your beer. ” Bakugou interrupted Kirishima as he quickly made his way to the dance floor. Momo’s eyes met his and she shook her head but he didn’t care. Olive wasn’t Momo’s wife, she was his. They were supposed to be distracting her, not reminding her about her memory loss.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out for her. Olive turned eyes wide, still slightly glassy from her tears. Her makeup smudged. “Dance with me.” pulling her away from the girls who looked like they were about to protest. But one death glare from Bakugou told them not too.

He led her across the floor, his red eyes studying her as she took a few shaky breaths. Trying to compose herself. After a few moments her body slowly relaxed letting him lead as he felt her slowly lose herself in the music again.

“You dance?” she asked looking up at him.

“Depends.” he said shrugging

“Humm” she hummed, nodding like Eliott was what she was thinking. Eliott Eliott Eliott. Even Momo got more out of her than him. He felt like she was more comfortable around everyone but him. “You know” she said leaning forward resting her head on his chest catching him off guard. “I like to be with you too.”

He froze, his stomach clutching tightly, his breath coming out in a short gasp. She looked up at him with those hazel eyes studying him. “What you said about Momo, I like being with you too.”

“I heard you the first time” he said sharply only to soften quickly.

“I… I obviously liked being with you before or I wouldn’t have married you.” she added a genuine grin spreading across her face.

“That would make sense.” He said nodding as they swayed in the music both caught up in their own thoughts. Eyes meeting, dancing in the lights overhead. For a second it felt as if time stood still and Olive was sworn she wasn’t in real life but in some weird musical romcom. As if her whole life was some televised novel filled with hi-jinks and drama.

Caught up in the moment Bakugou gently leaned forward, his nose brushing hers before pausing. Her heart leapt into her throat at the soft intimate touch. Crimson eyes searching hazel for a moment before moving closer, his warm breath caressing her ear.

“Let me kiss you?”

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𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄: going on summer holiday.

song ; budapest by george ezra

「 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 」

His choice destination was Alberta, Canada. This boy is quite energetic, of course, he decided to take you skiing! Honestly, he just wanted to see you in the snow, he thought you’d look like an angel. Naturally, he was correct, he whipped his camera out as soon as he saw snow land on you.

Tried competing with you to see who could ski down the mountain the quickest, but you were too cute, so he didn’t let you lose. His competitive nature was tossed out the window as soon as he saw you bundled up in all your winter gear, he immediately cooed.

Every night was spent cuddled in bed, warming each other under the comforter, him pressing delicate kisses along your back.

After each day spent in the snow, you both would walk to a local cafe and drink an absurd amount of hot chocolate... extra whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, of course. He’d always get cream on his nose and you’d wipe it off gently, but not before planting a quick peck on his lips.

Sure, the vacation spot was cold, but all you felt was warmth from the love he radiated for you.

「 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 」

He’s quite laid back, naturally, when you both chose a vacation spot, it had to be a beach so you both could relax, so he decided on Krabi, Thailand.

Soobin loved sleeping in, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as the sound of your soft breathing and ocean lapping against the shore lulled him to sleep.

He also loved laying in the sand with you, the sun hit your skin beautifully, you looked absolutely ethereal. If you weren’t reading a book, basking in the sunlight, then you were swimming in the ocean, getting flustered by a shirtless Soobin, something he found adorable.

You both loved the relaxing aspect of the beach, but also being able to explore Thai culture! The temples were stunning and the history behind them was even more fascinating, it never failed to capture your attention. Though he thought you looked radiant standing amongst the vibrant gold and red of the architecture.

Street food was an absolute must on your trip, the crowded streets were always filled with exotic fruit, sugary desserts, and savory snacks. He loved feeding you sweet mango, catching the juice as it fell down your chin, giggling as he did.

Both you and Soobin loved the vacation as it was much needed. The blend of relaxation and exploration was absolutely perfect. You couldn’t wait to return.

「 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 」

If there’s a place he knew you’d both love, it’s Sydney, Australia.

He was there to spend quality time with his beloved, possibly pet a koala, even though you told him it’d be unlikely, surf, and fight anything poisonous that came after you or him.

His favorite part of the trip was the day you both walked around Sydney Harbor, sipping on iced coffee and talking about everything as the gentle sea breeze kissed your skin.

It was truly a trip of discoveries. He found out he’s not great at surfing, like, at all, but he really just enjoyed swimming in the ocean with you, splashing around and quickly kissing you before you could splash back,

He took you to Rottnest Island to photograph the friendly quokkas and he couldn’t help but coo over how adorable they were. Truth be told, he found you much cuter... he ended up taking more selfies with you than them!

The trip was more relaxing than anything, he loved being able to sleep in with no set schedule. He especially enjoyed watching you snuggle into his chest at night.

No, he didn’t get to pet a koala, but that was fine by him because he got to fall deeper in love with you.

「 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 」

He thought Paris, France would be the perfect place to bring you. The city is a perfect mixture of history, art, music, food, and love. Though a bit cheesy, he wanted to take the love of his life to the City of Love.

He took you all over the city, starting with Lourve, then the Eiffel Tower, and then to Versailles. At the end of each day, you’d walk hand-in-hand along the Seine and he’d buy a pretty flower for you from a street vendor.

He made countless remarks about how your beauty outdid any painting in the city. You blushed every time, hiding your face in his chest as he giggled, placing light kisses to your forehead.

Breakfast was your favorite part of the day since you’d eat on the balcony of your hotel room. The combination of french pastries and Taehyun’s arms around your waist always made for a fantastic morning.

He made sure to take you out one night just to listen to a street busker and dance to the music on the cobblestone. He loved holding you as you swayed softly to the distant, whimsical melody.

Long story short, your vacation was magical and full of love, culture, and beauty.

「 𝐊𝐀𝐈 」

This sweet boy wanted to visit his hometown, so you went to Honolulu, USA! Naturally, he wanted you to tag along! It was a big, important milestone in your relationship as it was the first time you ever traveled together, and it was the first time he traveled without the group.

You swam with Manta rays and he definitely freaked out when one swam too close to him, but he overcame his fear as soon as he realized they were friendly and cute. He was so soft, he couldn’t stop petting them! He also adored watching you interact with them, it made his heart burst.

He was so adamant about trying Hawaiian pizza in Hawaii, like he wrote it on his bucket list and he was excited to scratch it off. His smile was so big when he finally ate the pizza, you couldn’t help but snap a photo to look back on.

You both flew around the major island, visiting a large volcano site. Obviously, he knew it wouldn’t explode, but he couldn’t help but clutch protectively onto your arm. “Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll always protect you, that volcano is going to have to go through me!” — Kai, immediately before kissing your nose.

Every single night was spent walking around the beach, searching for pretty rocks and shells — each time he found something of worth, he’d show it off proudly. He also loved searching the sand for crabs running around, he thought they were tiny and adorable.

Your vacation was everything you expected it to be: fun, exciting, and full of love.

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gwoongi · 4 years

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wordless pt.3

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick au), sugar daddy au, angst rating: mature words: 3.5k warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex a/n: im sleepy but hey im also rly glad bts made a statement about the blm movement :D

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

(21) Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

“Yeah, I did, I submitted it on Thursday. What do you mean, did it get a good mark, it’s only Monday.” As you near the front windows of the building, you sigh and stare at the gloomy clouds presented behind the glass. Korea is cold and wet and dark today. “Fuck, rain. Anyway, I’ll call you later, Eunji, okay?”

Eunji agrees and hangs up the phone before you get the chance to, and you’re left in the cool shadow of the largest cloud in the sky. From nine until eleven, you have a morning class on Monday; today, due to request from at least five students confused by the essay title that was due on Friday evening, the class ran for an additional hour and a half, all of the subject material covered with a general extension for the following Fri. Typical, as you rushed it to hand it in before submission.

“Not going home, Y/N?”

You suck your top teeth with disappointment, “Not yet, Professor, I need to make a call.”

The slim professor arrives at your elbow, “Boyfriend?”

“Not really,” you confess. You glance at your phone and find Jeongguk’s number, “but he owes me a few favours here and there, it won’t hurt to bring an umbrella or something.”

“Good luck,” she laughs. She doesn’t offer her umbrella, despite it being tucked under her armpit, and her car is parked in sight close to the windows. At that, she leaves and you send Jeongguk a quick text message. If he’s working presently, the text will annoy him less than a call.

Raining! I’m stuck, can you send some to come and get me?

Jeongguk must be in office, because his reply is speedy. Forget your subway card again?

I never ask for anything, would it hurt you to send someone to get me?

He doesn’t reply for five minutes, and then, Uni, right?

It takes at least fifteen minutes before a vehicle pulls up across the small car-park; it’s a black car, shiny and wet and loud, and you bristle at its entry. Quickly, you hug your coat closer around your body and when you glance back up towards the window, you’re surprised to see Jeongguk himself briskly crossing the lot with an umbrella over his head.

“I’m here to pick up a Y/N L/N, you seen her?” he asks when he reaches the door, smiling as you haul it open and stare at him with happy surprise. “You did not dress for the weather.”

“The app said it would be cloudy,” you huff.

“Baby, it’s January, what did you expect,” Jeongguk sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to his body. Like this, he walks alongside you towards the car and for a moment, he glances around the complex out the corner of his eye. This University isn’t the dog's bollocks, because as much as he’s willing to help fund you at University, he can’t pay for you to be smarter. You’re pretty happy where you are, not being at a big-name University but doing the exact same degree anyways. He’s happy that you’re happy, but if it were him, he’d probably redecorate the front.

(22) Listening to them while they vent.

When Jeongguk vents, he doesn’t just vent. He never sits you down in front of him and lets it all out, nor does he slink away to therapy, or whining over the phone, or sleepy pillow talk where everything feels safer when you’re seconds away from falling asleep.

Instead, Jeongguk fucks away his problems, and as he does it, you tend to get an earful.

“And,” he grunts, one slap, one thrust, “I fucked it up.” One more. “All of it.” Another groan, a deeper push, “Fuck!”

You like to let him get it all out, and on the plus side, you get what you need which is to relieve the pressure of wanting in your stomach. It’s better when he’s angry, better for both of you, and he’s full of apologies when he’s finished, as if he was yelling at you and not at himself.

“Last time I ever work with Taehyung,” he spits. “Fuck. Ugh.”

You’ll ask him about it later.

(23) Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

One night, you’re over at Jeongguk’s. It’s not unusual that you’re here, especially when you’re here so often that his house feels like your own. From the bathroom, the shower runs loudly and Jeongguk sings, mostly to himself, in the water, meanwhile you dance around his kitchen making tea and bringing it to the bedroom where he’ll come in later when he’s done.

His room is golden and warm, and the curtains are drawn but the thin netting softens the sunset outside. You circle around the end of Jeongguk’s bed and set his cup on the bedside table on his side, closest to the window, when you notice something new sitting in a frame by the lamp. Okay, you’ll bite.

You put down both mugs and in exchange pick up the frame. Something warm bubbles inside your stomach as you look down at the frame; the picture, you’ve never seen before, but it’s of you. You remember the photo being taken in Colmar, the time that Jeongguk came to see you to satisfy his own boredom and need. Never did you imagine it would be a photo he’d print, let alone put in a frame next to his bed. It’s a pretty photo, too, with the river behind you and the sun on your skin, your hair only slightly in your face.

Not a perfect photo, but a pretty one. Jeongguk must like it enough to have printed it.

The shower cuts off in the bathroom and you move quickly, protecting an image of innocence as you put the frame back where it once was, and pick up your mug and place it on your bedside table. You’ve placed Jeongguk’s mug so that he could take it both ways. Maybe he’ll think you didn’t see the frame, or maybe he’ll know you did. He must have put it there for a reason, you think, and then you stop thinking when Jeongguk opens the bathroom door and enters the bedroom.

(24) Tracing your names together in the sand.

Jeongguk had a call from Hawaii. It was brief, and you imagine not very pleasant, but he had to go nonetheless. Jeongguk sure as hell wasn’t going to go to Hawaii without you, no matter how dangerous that might be for him. He told you with two hours notice to pack up your shit and meet him at his place. The plane took off three hours later, and Hawaii here you come.

He never liked to be late, or behind schedule, and so the job that needed to be done was done in a record breaking speed. Like always, he’d have some time to kill before needing to flee to avoid the authorities, and when Jeongguk heads back home after the deed is done, he steps into an empty room and his skin runs cold.

“Y/N?” he calls, to no response. He sets down his things and moves around the suite, his eyes darting to every area.

There is a moment where Jeongguk fears for the worst and out of instinct grabs the gun tucked into his belt. He pulls it out in the bedroom but pauses when out of the corner of his eye, he sees a person standing on the beach just outside the window. Jeongguk pauses.

Outside, the sun is warm and burning orange, sinking down into the pretty waves. You could get used to Hawaii, maybe, if you failed at journalism at the end of your degree, or if Jeongguk hurt your feelings enough that you felt living in Korea itself would be too painful to endure.

“Y/N!”

You turn over your shoulder, noticing Jeongguk stepping down from the dunes. He’s still in his suit, a black fit that makes him look slender and tall and absolutely stunning. His hair is still wild and wet and there’s blood on the inside of his blazer, a red that contrasts the white of his shirt. You won’t mention it, because he probably knows already.

“Hey,” you call back.

“It’s- it’s not safe for you to be out here on your own,” he explains, finally by your side. “Fuck, I was worried you’d been kidnapped, or something.”

“Oh, sorry,” you reply. “The sunset was just too pretty.”

Jeongguk sighs with his hands on his hips. “Yeah, it is. Hawaii does sunsets better than Korea, that’s for sure.”

Jeongguk stands next to you and says nothing for a few seconds. The sunset is indeed gorgeous, like something ripped out of a painting from a gallery somewhere fancy and famous. You hum quietly, and jump slightly to the left to grab a large stick off the sand. Jeongguk has to stop himself from smiling as you pick it up, like a kid who pretends the stick is a sword.

“I used to write rude things in the sand for the people in planes who flew past, every single time we went on vacation when I was a kid,” you announce.

Jeongguk laughs, “You were some kid, huh?”

“Maybe you killed the wrong one,” you think, and Jeongguk frowns.

“Can you not bring that up all the time?” You look at him and he frowns deeper, “I know you’re happy about it and stuff, but like...not my proudest moment. Makes me feel sucky.”

“Oh,” you answer. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Just a joke.”

He shrugs, “I know. But still.”

You stab the sand with the stick. “I thought maybe it was like, fitting?”

Jeongguk lifts his head to the sky and closes his eyes. “Can’t we have a trip where we just pretend to be in love or something so I don’t feel so shit about the reason why we came here?”

That shuts you up for a moment, and you turn fully to face him as he continues to stare at the sky.

“Like Colmar, maybe,” you press, and he looks down.

“Yeah.”

It sits there for a bit, like you’re genuinely contemplating it, but then you straighten with a little huff and turn to him.

“Seems fair,” you agree.

Jeongguk almost exhales a sigh of relief and he smiles, genuinely, and follows you across the beach. The tide is a little out, the sand damp where the sea once was and like children, you embrace the fun that’s waiting to be had on the shores. Chasing the waves, running from them, staring at cute crabs that scurry across the sand and laughing at the cute kids that drop their ice creams in the water.

Jeongguk takes the stick gently from your hand and points it towards the white sand, pressing the tip against the grains. You smile against his arm as you bend to see what he draws; the stick drags across the sand and outlines a J, and the first initial of your name. Oh, you think, as he closes them inside a heart and stands back to admire his work.

It’s cute, childishly cute, and he looks proud. Jeongguk beams at you for approval and you smile back, happy.

“Photo,” you say and Jeongguk drops to a crouch near the design and poses with the stick. This photo is cute, probably cuter than the one from Colmar. Jeongguk even lets you keep it.

(25) Wearing clothes in their favourite colour.

Jeongguk’s favourite colour was white, and he loved the way a white shirt or a white coat or any white accessory would look on you. Sadistically he’d love you in the white clothes he ruins, seeing you wrap your body in a white shirt dressed with blood. White was his muse, a colour of purity and innocence. Although he always wore black for work, he had to have an admiration for the colour of white, standard paper or milk white.

Jeongguk knows that your favourite colour is green. He can tell by the amount of green plants around your apartment, and the green blankets and pillows and mugs and the unusual amount of green clothing items you have in your wardrobe. He even remembers the tie you bought him once, a Slytherin green that he actually really likes despite his Hogwarts house being Ravenclaw.

You’ve never actually seen him wear the tie, not until today when Jeongguk makes a quick stop by your apartment as he heads back to the office. He steps inside with a brown bag filled with bagels and he kisses your forehead by the front door and hands them to you. You see the tie and smile; Jeongguk sure as hell looks great in your favourite colour.

(26) Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

You’re lucky that you never really came across Elio, never once when you were at Jeongguk’s home. You had assumed that Elio was sleeping, or elsewhere on days you visited or nights you slept over. To your surprise and perhaps horror, you discovered that Elio had been there all along, just disinterested in coming out to see you from the few rooms that Jeongguk converted into his own personal habitat.

“You just had him here all this time?” you screech quietly, running back into the bedroom after seeing Elio on the couch. “What the fuck.”

“He’s harmless,” Jeongguk shrugs. “He’s not interested in a human diet right now.”

“Right now? That’s not comforting,” you reply. “I’m happy to go through all your shitty paperwork for you, it’s something I actually enjoy, but can you please go out and get them for me?”

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, “why, can’t find them?”

“They’re in the living room, on the table,” you explain, peering back out, “but Elio’s on the couch.”

He laughs, rising, “He’s not gonna even touch you.”

“He might.”

“He won’t.”

“You don’t know that!”

“No, but he doesn’t hurt me, so he won’t hurt you.”

You gape. “What? He’s your pet, of course he won’t hurt you. He trusts you. He doesn’t even know me.”

Jeongguk sighs loudly and ruffles your hair as he crosses your path. “Whatever. You’re such a fuckin pussy,” then he kisses your neck and heads out into the living room. You quiver by the doorway as he moves without a flinch towards Elio.

The giant cat picks his head up off the couch and yawns in Jeongguk’s direction, his tail swooshing prettily over the side of the couch. His black fur blends into the blanket he lies on and as he blinks slowly, Jeongguk reaches to pet his head and behind his ears. Elio basks in the love, pressing his head further into Jeongguk’s palm, oddly dog-like. Jeongguk spends a few more moments with his beloved exotic and then finally, like he’s reluctant to, picks up the large and messy stack of papers and then walks back towards the bedroom with a smug expression. Elio’s head falls back to sleep.

“Touch me, check I’m still alive after my dangerous encounter,” Jeongguk says, bringing the papers into the room and dropping them on the bed.

“Shut up,” you huff.

(27) Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

A call from Eunji at eight in the evening destroys all the plans you had set in place. Jeongguk had been called to meet with one of the founders of the South Korean Continental, and wouldn’t be back until around nine. You had prepped an entire meal, sitting ready on the side for when he got home.

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t absolutely important,” Eunji apologises, sounding flustered on the line, “I just. I didn’t know who else to call. I went back to the library, I think I got rid of him, but he was definitely following me from the restaurant. Fuck, Y/N, it was so scary.”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m glad you called me,” you assure her, already putting your shoes on, “I can’t believe he showed up again. Didn’t he get put in jail?”

Eunji hums like she’s not convinced, “Out on bail, eighty kay.”

“Fuck. Do you, uh,” you start, thinking of if it’s okay to say, “want me to call someone else?” Jeongguk?

Eunji is one of the only people alive who knows about Jeongguk. She had been your best friend since you were seven, and was one of the only people who remained by your side after Jeongguk had your brother executed, and after you decided to become Jeongguk’s little play thing for a few weeks until he lost control and kept you around. Eunji’s no stranger to his antics, and if you warped the story a little, Jeongguk would have no issues with sorting the problem at hand.

“No, no, don’t,” Eunji begs. “He’ll take it too far. People will point fingers at me. Can you just come and get me?”

“Of course,” you tell her. “We’ll go back to mine, I can see Jeongguk whenever.”

Eunji exhales in relief, “I love you, you know that? You’re the best friend ever.”

You hang up a few minutes later and stare sadly at the meal. But it can’t be helped. Jeongguk’s bailed on you a thousand times for his colleagues. He wouldn’t mind, after a few hours of thinking about it. You sigh with repent and move the food towards the microwave.

Rescuing Eunji. Call me, I can come back tomorrow. Please eat.

Jeongguk finds the note when he gets home and scrunches it into a ball in the bin.

He eats alone, in silence, the other side of the table still prepped for another person.

(28) Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

“Enjoy the movie!”

“Thanks.”

Jeongguk takes the two tickets from the vender and steers you towards the corridor that leads to the rooms. On this rare occasion, Jeongguk has decided to court you. Quite literally, Jeongguk had called you up and asked if you wanted to go on a date, or something, because he was bored and liked you most, and he knows there’s a movie you’ve been wanting to see.

“Are you sure you wanna watch it with me?” you ask him, even though he’s already got the tickets and is walking next to you.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“I just didn’t think you were a cinema kind of person,” you confess.

Jeongguk hums, “To be honest, I’m not. But this movie looks good, and you wanna see it, and how often do we do things that you wanna do?”

It’s true.

The cinema room is dark and empty, since you’re both early to begin with. As always, it’s a little bit sticky and smelly, and Jeongguk pushes you towards the back row because it is inarguably the best place to sit in the cinema. You set down the large drink in between you both, two straws poking out in each of your directions.

“It’s great this movie is showing here,” you say quietly.

“Yeah, well the LGBT plus movement is really popular now, people are a lot more accepting of it,” Jeongguk states. “I mean, look at how well The Handmaiden did.”

You nod, “great movie.”

“It is,” he agrees. A few minutes later and the lights dim significantly, the movie is probably about to start. Jeongguk leans to the left a little and sips from the drink.

(29) Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

Uni’s tough, nobody said it wasn’t. Jeongguk doesn’t really understand this, since he never went to University. He brings a mug of tea from the kitchen to his bedroom where you’re sitting cross-legged staring at a laptop, setting it to the side and sitting just behind you but to your side, watching you closely.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what,” you mutter dimly.

“Overworking yourself,” Jeongguk replies, “I can see your brain fucking pulsing against your skull.”

You sigh loudly. “I can’t do this. Why did I enroll in University? I should have just put it all away after high school and become a trophy wife.”

Jeongguk’s brows furrow. “You can still be a trophy wife, you’ll just be a smart one.”

You look at him. “I’m not smart enough for this.”

For a while, Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, and he just sits listening to you. As you vent, and open up about how hard it is to do this damn degree, Jeongguk watches your face and your body and uses his fingers to gently tuck the hair that falls in front of your face behind your ear. The passion that pours out of you when you’re frustrated is an unspoken beauty that you’re not even aware of, and Jeongguk eats it up.

He does what he can to put you at ease, because things he says in encouragement are things you already know anyway. Like all humans, all you need is a little bit of love, and Jeongguk’s happy to give it if it means you’re happy with him.

(30) Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

“Can’t reach. Baby, scratch my back for me?”

You cringe away from the TV, “what the fuck am I? Your maid?”

“Please?”

You sigh. “Where’s it itching?”

“Thanks, you’re the best.”

“You don’t pay me enough for this.”

“I don’t pay you at all.”

Sigh. “Exactly.”

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rk1kheadcanons · 4 years

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Connor and Markus are on vacation when they first meet

Connor's workaholic ass kept trying to weasel out of going on vacation up to the last moment until his dad, Hank Anderson, literally hugged him roughly in their shared beat up the car and then pushed him unceremoniously out the door at the airport, then sped off leaving him two options: Uber home or take the damned plane and go on vacation proper. Connor shook his head; the precinct could wait a week without him.

Carl had a limo come and get Markus and ferry him to the airport. Markus hated it. It showed he was a child of money and he was always so nervous about leaving his Dad's side. He never knew if it would be the last time. He had two choices: worry himself till he was prematurely gray and call the limo back it goes on this week vacation. Begrudgingly and guiltily, he enters the airport.

Connor's a nervous mess and it shows at the bag check out. He wishes the floor would swallow him whole. There are too many people. Then the lady is telling him he's in the wrong line, this is a first-class ticket and Connor is both mad and flattered that his father splurged this much for him. He nervously moves his bags out the way to the blessedly clear first-class line.

Well, that's not quite true. There is this beautiful man dressed in a brand of a suit he could never afford in a year's worth of income, in line, getting checked in.

Connor feels like an obvious bum behind this airport God, with his bronze skin and-oh! Two-toned eyes, one blue and the other green...and crap he's staring.

Connor mumbles a 'hello' in passing as the airport God continues to stare at afterward, probably thinks he's weird.

Check out isn't a problem.

Markus has been flying since he was one year old, and first-class, too. What he didn't expect to see was this adorable wallflower staring at him absolutely terrified and a hairsbreadth from being spooked by him. Oh my goodness, he was so adorable! Soft looking curls, large brown eyes framed in large framed glasses, pale mole, freckled skin that was actively blushing. Even his graphic tee, skinny jeans, and DG shoes we're just somehow him, Markus knew. Markus walked past with a greeting...and right into some rope off markers because he was so enamored with the other man. Too bad they aren't going to the same place, that could have been markus time to get to know him.

They are row mates and the flight is surprisingly pretty much just them.

Markus is not the most religious but prays to all entities for this happenstance.

Connor has problems breathing with the man being right there in his visual range. The dude is way out of his league, probably straight as a board, and Connor's gay heart can not deal. He fucking smells good from across the row from him. Bitch.

"Hi, I'm Markus. What is your name?"

Connor flinched like he was slapped and with the added confusion as his eyes landed on where the voice came from.

Markus would have laughed if he wasn't certain that the other would probably ride the rest of the flight in the bathroom just to live down the unwarranted embarrassment.

The man, Markus, is all smiles and beautiful eyes, and Connor is melting in confusion inside. This man is talking to him?

"I'm Connor. Are you talking to me, not a phone, or?"

Markus smile dims a little. So this Connor had self-esteem issues, felt a like person like him could not be talked to by a person like him.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you directly. There are no other beautiful people taking my attention like you are."

Connor blushed even harder and tried to will his heart to not fall out of his mouth. Here this absolutely fetching male was talking to him and he was ready to put his earbuds in for the duration of the trip like a normal person would when being flirted with.

Markus knew what he was doing.

Looking both ways down the aisle, he got up with his carry on and sat by Connor.

Connor freaked out for multiple reasons: what about assigned seating? This man was too hot, and Connor was very Gay.

Markus could see the panic attack welling up in Connor.

Markus started to talk to him about himself. He spoke of how this was a 'forced vacation'/from his Dad, a point Connor could relate to. He started to relax, take in the man's calming voice.

Connor found his voice and started talking back about his own experience. It was an enjoyable experience with a perfect stranger that just happened to look like Connor's future husband.

It never crossed their minds they were on a joint flight to Hawaii even when whey they finally disembarked hours later, it still didn't click.

Connor slept on his first day.

When he did wake, he enjoyed the scenery of the beach from his verandah. He thought about Markus and the fact that maybe he could have drawn the scene before him.

He decided to hit the beach. He'd bought some ridiculously small board booty shorts, painted his nails a lovely iridescent navy blue, and parked himself under a large canopy on his doggie pattern beach towel. He was pretty and he was going to pay that aspect up.

There was a 'thud' and slight groan as someone tripped and more or less stop, dropped, and fell under his canopy with him.

It had him scrambling up, fist ready to fight. He was no pushover no matter how he may look to others. He looked down and couldn't help but snort inelegantly. Markus lay frozen in place, borderline terrified Markus, eyes wide and shifting all over Connor's figure before landing on those tiny shorts.

Markus can't help but want to stay by Connor's side, and it looks like Connor is just as receptive to that, if his eyes glued on Markus muscles have any say in it.

Baring just the good looks and obvious attraction between them, the conversation is good as well. They find they have a lot in common as well.

They decide after a fun day at the beach to sort of unanimously to enjoy the trip as whatever this would evolve into. They now were certain they both resided in Detroit, Markus a curator for his father's works and some of his own as well.

Connor was an up and coming detective that partnered with his father, Lieutenant Thank Anderson. Markus knew of his dad from a large art heist that he'd busted when he was younger and had nothing but respect for the man. Likewise, Connor enjoyed Carl Manfred's artwork from the time he could understand art concepts.

Nightlife came and the pair went out and enjoyed the energy of the clubs. Connor would not have come if not for Markus, and Markus doubted that he would have either alone given his homebody nature. They both fed each other positively in that regard, sharing drinks and laughs and dancing late into the morning hours.

At some point, they had decided to call it a night in their tipsy way of handling, Markus arm around Connor's shoulder as giggled themselves, shuffling back to the hotel that they found they also shared.

Somewhere along the trip up to their respective rooms, Connor became very brave indeed, pulling Markus slightly flushed face to his and kiss him soundly. Markus looks at him with wide, expressive eyes, the vestiges of drunkenness slipping away for confirmation of what this can mean, what it will mean if he steps a foot into Connor's room with him.

Connor murmurs his assent to whatever the night will hold and Markus kisses Connor back with more passion this time around, finagling the room key from Connor's hand and fumbling to open it, too stubborn to fly stop peppering kisses on Connor and look at the lock mechanism to which Connor just can't contain his giggles. The four finally swings open and Connor is lifted up and onto the room, the door closing slowly behind them letting his giggles echo into the hall until the slip into pleased little groans by the time the door is completely shut.

A week goes by and two fathers await their son's return. Somehow Hank is pleased with this little turn of events. He wanted Connor to enjoy himself, to truly unwind. If 'unwind' meant to bring a boyfriend home, well, as long as he was safe, Hank was proud of his boy. He seemed to have a good eye when he saw the other slightly nervous young man named Markus holding his son's hand.

Carl was the same sort of supportive. He even was having a good day health-wise so he really got to get to know (pick on and tell embarrassing stories to) Connor. Markus rolled his eyes and sighed good-natured.

To think neither we're interested in going on their vacation for their own reasons. They may have gone their whole lives and never met.

Here's to all the perfect strangers in the world that could be soul mates waiting to happen.

#rk1k #rk1000 #conkus #dbh #connor x markus #ask #anonymous #human au #rk1kweek #my addition in prompt form #🌸ask post #hella long ficlet

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Take Me Home - Choose Your Own Ending

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Loki

Synopsis: A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies

This was co-written with @spideyanakin ! Check out her blog for one of two endings

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“This avengers meeting is officially in order.” Tony banged the personalized gavel he had made for meetings. The rest of the Avengers took their seats as you scooted closer to Peter.

“Firstly, I’d like to announce an update to our tower. All bathrooms now require voice activation to be opened. This will prevent any future mishaps of people walking in on other people in the bathtub.” Tony announced as he glared at Sam.

“My bad.” Sam said sheepishly and looked away.

“Secondly, Thor’s coming to visit.” Tony said and banged the gavel. “Loki’s coming too.” He added taking a seat next to you and Peter.

“Oh, I never met him!” You exclaimed. You had met Thor millions of times but never his brother.

“He’s nice... Sometimes.” Tony gawked, not too happy Loki was joining the party.

“He was super nice the last time I saw him!” Peter added innocently, not aware of the chaos Loki could cause yet.

“Well they should be here any minute.” Tony checked his watch. “And underoos, try to get the munchkin crumbs off your face before they do.”

“Right. I’ll be right back.” Peter pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before scurrying out of the room.

“You guys are cute,” Rhody added and you gave him a kind smile.

“Yeah, yeah, alright meeting over, you guys prepare for the devil brothers.” Tony banged the gavel one last time dismissing everyone.

“Y/n!” Thor exclaimed the second he walked into the room. He brought you into the biggest hug. “How’s my favorite Midguardien!” He was hugging you so tight you could barely breathe.

“About to die.” You squeaked smooshed from his embrace.

“Oh, my apologies.” He dropped you. You coughed a few times and laughed it off.

“It’s ok” You fixed your clothes. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” You pointed to the handsome tall man with slicked black hair who couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“I wasn’t welcomed back after the whole New York thing.” He eyed Tony from the other side of the room “But Tony thought I learned my lesson.” He gave Tony a fake smile and a friendly wave to prove his innocence.

“You’re Loki, aren’t you? I’ve heard Thor complaining about you once or a thousand times.” You glanced at Thor who was head stuck in a pack of chips.

“Guilty as charged. And you are?” He gave you his most charming smile.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki.” You smiled politely and held out your hand for him to shake.

“The pleasure is mine.” He smirked and took your hand, placing a hot blooded kiss to the back of it.

It seemed like someone had just pulled a switch in Loki’s mind. All of the sudden all he could think of was you. He analyzed your features wanting to remember them and even engrave them in his memory forever. All he could think about was how your hair would look like in the moonlight, or how pretty you would be in an Asgardian gown. His mind went into autopilot as all he could think of was a way to make you happy.

“If you insist.” You flushed and looked around to see if anyone else saw it. You made eye contact with Nat who had a knowing smirk on her face.

“I do.” Loki patted your hand and you could see his expression change when his eyes drifted to the side.

“Oh, God. This one.” He rolled his eyes. You were about to turn around when you felt Peter come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You quickly took your hand away from Loki and gave him an apologetic smile.

“There you are, baby.” Peter smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’ve met Loki.”

“Baby?” Loki cocked his head and looked at you for an answer. Even though he just met you, he felt his blood boiling at the sight of you in another man's arms.

“That’s just what I call her, because she’s my baby.” Peter cooed and squeezed you tightly.

“Uh, Loki. Have you met my boyfriend Peter?” You awkwardly smiled as the tension between the three of you became palpable.

“No. We’ve never met before.” Loki gave Peter a tight-lipped smile and went to shake his hand.

“Yes we have.” Peter tilted his head in confusion as Loki locked on an iron grip around Peter's hand. Had it not been for Peter’s super strength, his hand might have broken.

“Don’t think so.” Loki cut him off sharply. “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n. If you’ll excuse me.” He smiled warmly at you and shot daggers at Peter before stalking over to Thor.

“Brother! Have you tried these? I believe they’re called hot Cheetos. Divine!” Thor bellowed as he shoveled more Cheetos into his mouth.

“Now is not the time, you deviant.” Loki snapped but kept his eyes on the bag. “Give me those.”

Loki angrily shoved hot Cheetos into his mouth as he watched you interacting with Peter. In the thousands of years he had been alive, he had never seen something more infuriating. He knew you belonged on Asgard with him as the Queen. In no world were you supposed to be slumming it on earth with a gangly teenager who called himself Spider-Man. Jealousy boiled in the pit of his tummy like hot oil.

“Brother.” He piped up. “How long has Y/n been with the stupid skinny one?”

“Oh, you must mean Peter.” Thor laughed in delight. “They’ve been together for quite a while. Aren’t they adorable?” Thor chuckled before opening a new pack of Cheetos and almost dumping it all in his mouth.

“I must have her.” Loki said decidedly.

“And I must have ten more of these delicious cheese logs. They’re shaped like Kentucky, aren’t they brother?” Thor held up a Cheeto and admired it.

“You kids all packed?” Happy entered the room playing with his car keys.

"Yep" you gave the man a bright smile.

"Where are they going?" Loki asked almost aroused that you were leaving.

"School trip to California! Wooo!" You raised your hands in cheer while walking out the door.

"California?" Loki’s face painted with a frown and the wheels in his brain turned around like a scene from Charlie Chaplin’s modern times. "That seems a little, punk for a lady like her."

“Don’t overthink it brother, Human customs are pretty weird. You’ll get used to it.” Thor clapped his brother a little too roughly on the back and Loki winced.

“Don’t think I will.” He muttered, eyes never leaving you.

"Vamos a la playa! A mi me gusta bail-" you and Peter were about to hit the last word of the sentence for the 200th time in the last 40 minutes when Happy decides he had had enough.

"KIDS PLEASE!" Happy screamed turning the music off, his head about to blow up from hearing this song.

"Sorry" you and Peter replied, sheepish grins painting your faces.

Happy rolled his eyes before parking right in front of the airport gate.

The two of you settled in your class group next to Ned and MJ. You greeted everyone and started a game of sticks with Peter.

"Kids change of plan! We’re going to Hawaii!" The teacher exclaimed while putting his phone back in his pocket.

"What?" Everyone stared at the teacher confused.

"Yes!" Ned punched his fist in the air already loving the sound of going to his home island.

"Some kind donor has offered us to go to a fancier destination." The teacher smiled brightly and placed a flower necklace around his neck. "So Aloha guys"

"Yeah, Aloha," Ned replied and waved his arms imitating a Hawaiian dance.

You and Peter turned your heads around at the same time, giving each other worried looks.

"Kind donor?" You titled your head in disbelief.

"Doesn’t sound good" Peter shook his head.

You stepped outside the plane, the humidity taking you aback and making it slightly hard to breathe.

Before you could relax and enjoy your time in Hawaii, you had to know who was behind this "generous donation". Since Fury had never let you down with obtaining classified information before, so you gave him a call.

"Alright let me check." Nick’s voice rang through your headphones.

"Seems like a certain Loki bought enough tickets for your whole class, and got a few hotel rooms in Hawaii. That’s all I know. To be honest I fear it’s Thor's brother but it might just be a disguise." You could hear Fury’s frown. "So keep an eye on the lookout." He cleared his throat. "You want me to send back up?" His deep accent felt loud in your headphones as you were trying to figure out who could possibly want to crash this trip.

"No, but thanks anyway. We’ll call you if we found anything suspicious." You nodded at Peter.

"Alright. Be careful." And with that, he hung up leaving a heavyweight in your stomach.

You looked into the horizon of the baggage claim patiently waiting for your bag. You spotted Peters and yours slightly following. You shifted in your spot keeping a close eye on yours.

Suddenly an unknown hand grabbed your bag and before you had time to react placed it back making it roll towards you.

You tried to spot the person but failed as more people came swarming towards the area.

"Must’ve thought it was his." Peter smiled as he saw the frown on your face. You gave him a slight nod.

"Here." Peter grabbed your bag before you could of even lay a hand on it.

"Well thank you." You giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips

"Well you're very welcome."

You rolled your suitcase a few steps before a little piece of paper came slipping out of it. You bent down to get it and crumbled it in your pocket.

“You coming?”

“Yep.”

You dropped your suitcases taking in the five-star hotel room you were assigned. You got changed into a bathing suit and layed out a few dresses to put on top.

You walked to your door when you heard a knock. You smiled when you saw your smirking boyfriend, already in his bathing suit.

“It’s amazing right?” You gave him a bright smile.

“Yeah!” He greeted you with a kiss. “Mr. Harrington is saying we should go downstairs. He says he has a big announcement to d-” He looked at you up and down and his mouth fell.

“You look like- Like Leila in-”

“The golden bikini?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, saw this at the store, thought it looked like it, immediately thought of you.” You chuckled and Peter’s face lit up with a smile.

“I love you so much.”

“Yeah me too, now let’s go.” You chuckled before grabbing a dress and heading out.

You were about to step out of the elevator when a figure suddenly passed right in front of you. Peter’s eyes widened as he thought he’d recognized Loki.

“Did you see that?” Peter pointed to the empty space in front of the elevator.

“See what?” You looked up from your phone.

“I thought I saw… Someone.” Peter looked around the lobby.

“Ned what is this?” You asked as you marched towards the class.

“My Hawaiian outfit.” He pointed to his flower shirt, crown and necklace.

“You look weird.” MJ deadpanned. “And is that Leia’s Golden bikini?” MJ grabbed the strap under your shirt just to release it again. Peter shot her a look and draped a protective arm around your shoulders.

“So here are the activities we have prepared.” Mr Harrington clapped his hands before grabbing the paper from the other teacher and beginning to read the activities out loud.

“Beach Volleyball.”

A few people in the class cheered. You and Peter looked at each other and shrugged in approval.

“Surf.”

Brad smirked and MJ rolled her eyes at his reaction.

“Hiking, and Traditional Hawaiian dance. We will let you know when we finish planning the rest of the itinerary. Now C’mon, Volley awaits us.” He gave the class a stiff salute and gestures for everyone to follow him. You and Peter exchanged looks, laughing to yourselves at Mr. Harrington’s staple awkwardness. Peter laced his fingers through yours and walked with you to the volleyball field.

You were about to be sent the ball when you and Peter saw Loki a few feet away staring right at you.

“Ow!” You fell as the ball hit you right in the head.

“You ok?” Peter bent down to make sure you were ok.

“Was that Loki?” You asked as you looked into the distance.

“I think it was. C’mon. Let’s get some ice on that.”

Peter walked you up to your room, where he handed you an ice pack you gladly took. //Probs need to rephrase that

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that Loki hijacked our school trip?” Peter asked once his suspicion got the better of him.

“Not really.” You shrugged in dismissal. “We’re in Hawaii, Peter. Let’s just enjoy it.” You winced at the cold.

“I can’t enjoy it until I know why he did it..” Peter brought up as he took a seat on the bed.

“Maybe he just did it out of the kindness of his heart.” You sat next to him and pouted dramatically. Peter shoved you a little when you weren’t taking it seriously.

“He’s Loki! He doesn’t have any kindness in his heart. He doesn’t even have a heart!” Peter exclaimed and you had to laugh at your boyfriend's ridiculous behavior.

“Come on, Peter.” You took his hand and whined. “I don’t want to spend our vacation talking about Loki. Who cares why he did this?”

“I care.” He stated. “Because I know what his motive was.”

“World domination?” You smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes.

“You. He did this for you.” Peter said definitively.

“What? I just met him.” You reminded your boyfriend. “There’s no way he did this for me.”

“With someone as special and beautiful as you, all it takes is one encounter.” He held up one finger and you smiled at his kind words. You wrapped your hand around his finger and held it. “I saw the way he was looking at you back at the tower. And I definitely saw the way he was looking at me. He did this to impress you and win you away from me.”

“Well he doesn’t have all the facts.” You said pointedly.

“What are the facts?” Peter put his hands in his hips and looked at you skeptically.

“That I’m totally in love with my superhero boyfriend.” You dropped your ice pack to and wrapped your arms around Peter's neck and covered his face in kisses. “Can we go play on the beach now? I feel way better.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed, content with what you said. “We can go play on the beach.”

That night was the night of the Hawaiian dance. You and Peter were forced to dress with beautiful skirts, flower crowns and necklaces.

“I look ridiculous.” Peter insecurly folded his arms to cover himself.

“No you don’t, you look handsome.” You cooed as you finished tying on your skirt.

“No. I look like a Hawaiian scarecrow.” Peter sighed and finally caught sight of you. “You, on the other hand, look like a Hawaiiann goddess.”

“Tell me, if you look like a scarecrow, then what does Ned look like.” You pointed to Ned, who was decked out in dozens of flowers while dreamily strumming away on a ukulele.

“He just looks like he was born to wear it.” Peter whined before eying you suspiciously. “I bet Loki would love to see you wear that.”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head, hoping you misheard him.

“I mean, he did stare at you at the beach which I find very disturbing.” Peter grumbled. “Does he know you're taken?”

“Peter!” You groaned, not wanting to get into yet another discussion about Loki.

“What? You should take it as a compliment!” Peter said, completely oblivious to your anger.

“Peter, can you stop being jealous for one second!” You asked of him.

“I mean you do have an amazing body.” He continued completely ignoring your comments.

“Peter I- agh” You were cut by the dance teacher.

“Let’s go, everybody. Move those hips.” The instructor wiggles his hips, signaling that class was about to start.

“We’re talking about this later.” Peter said gravely as he loosely followed what the instructor was doing. Not wanting to start a fight, you nodded at Peter and tried to enjoy the class.

“We need to talk about before.” Peter stated as he tossed his beach bag on the bed.

“Before?” You asked. “And get that bag off the bed unless you like sleeping with sand in the sheets.”

“I’m talking about Loki staring at you on the beach.” He grumbled as he took his bag off the bed and dropped it on the ground. “ He was practically drilling over you in your…beach wear.”

“Who cares if he was staring? He’s probably just a Star Wars fan.” You shrugged it off and began to pick out your clothes for the next day.

“I care.” Peter said assertively.

“Why?” You looked at him and laughed playfully.

“Because he clearly has a crush on you!” Peter erupted and you looked up at the ceiling. Peter was once again bringing up Loki when all you wanted to do was enjoy your vacation with him.

“No he doesn’t!” You stamped your foot, growing frustrated as Peter refused to believe you.

“Yes he does! Any idiot can see it.” Peter snapped, eyes immediately softening when he realized what he had said.

“So I’m an idiot?” You asked rhetorically. He opened his mouth to apologize but you cut him off before he could. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve been an idiot for picking you over Loki.”

With that, you stormed away from Peter. You didn’t even know if you had meant what you said. You just wanted to hurt Peter and did it in the only way you knew how. If he was jealous of Loki, you were gonna let him be. You walked a few paces from the hotel until you reached the beach, immediately feeling the chill of the night air. You shoved your hands in your pockets for warmth, suddenly remembering the paper that had fallen out of your suitcase.

Dear Y/n,

You shine with the light of a thousand solar systems. I have traveled all around the galaxy but I have never come across anything as beautiful as you. Come home with me to Asgard. A head as lovely as yours belongs under a crown. I can make you my queen, if you let me. Consider this vacation upgrade as a mere taste of the evations I can give you. You will live a life of luxury and never know pain. Asgard awaits you my love,

Your Devoted Prince.

You felt your fist clench as you read and reread the words on the page. Peter was right, Loki did fall for you. And to make it worse, you had scolded Peter and told him he was wrong. Sure, Loki seemed nice when you met him that day in the Avengers Tower, but Peter had told you all about his attack on New York on the ride to Hawaii. Loki was capable of horrible, life threatening moves of mass destruction. Peter wasn’t shy about telling you about the brainwashing, the casualties and worst of all, the kneeling. If you rejected Loki, there was no telling how he would react. After all, he'd hijacked your vacation for you. You reread the letter with shaking hands and looked back at the hotel. You had to talk to Peter, yes, but you also needed to figure out a plan. Peter was strong but he was no match for the God of Mischief. That is, if Peter even helped you after you refused to believe him about Loki.

As you walked back to the hotel, you ran your fingertips over Loki’s handwriting. You hated to admit it to yourself, and you’d certainly never admit it to anyone else, but his note was compelling. You knew Loki had a mean streak, but what if he had a good streak too? A person could be more than one thing. He had already proven to you how hard he was willing to fight, while all Peter had done was whine. You stopped in your tracks to read the note one last time.

“Baby! There you are.” Peter's voice snapped you out of your daze as he ran up to you, out of breath. He saw the note in your hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s that?”

You looked up at Peter before looking back down at the note, knowing you had to make your choice.

It was Peter or Loki, now or never.

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spideyanakin · 4 years

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Take Me Home

Peter Parker x Reader x Loki

Choose your ending !

@waitimcomingtoo and I worked together to cowrite this beautiful choose your ending 🥺

Check out her blog for one if the endings ! 🥰

Synopsis; A hijacked summer vacation leaves you wondering where your heart lies

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