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m-o-o-n-thatspellsblog · 2 years

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Hi, I just wanted to say that the concept of the cafeteria tables in Mr. Harrigan's cellphone is not literal on the phones but more on the price, the richest kids have iPhones, they sit together, a symbol of status the poorest kids, with no cellphone don't even go to the cafeteria. At least that's how I read it.

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask! I’m basing my response on the movie only, because in my tags, I was only talking about the movie. It has been over 2 years since I read the story as I read it when it first came out. I'm also using this as an opportunity to lay out some of my thoughts on the movie.

I definitely agree that phones are a status symbol. Their (parent’s) financial status would obviously correlate with what kind of phones they have. However, it seemed to me that the ease by which they obtained the phones was not important. I don't think it mattered to them how much money the other kids at their table had, as long as they had the right kind of phone. The seating seemed to be based solely on their phones. And considering the overarching message of the movie was that 'we don't own phones, phones own us', the students’ implied financial status was more of a secondary theme. Definitely relevant, but not really the main focus.

Additionally, if the overall message was intended to be encouraging people to interact outside the bounds of their perceived financial status, then that should have been more prevalent throughout the movie. However, whenever something that possibly could relate to that came up, it was solely based on phones. I can totally see where you're coming from, but I don’t think that point came across clearly in the movie. At the end of his character arc, Craig nearly abandons his phone, saying “In the 21st century, I think our phones are how we are wedded to the world. If so, it’s probably a bad marriage”. He doesn’t directly acknowledge any kind of moral he may have learned about not judging someone based on the amount of money they have.

Unrelated but I also did not like how the teacher talked to Craig about Kenny’s death. She tells Craig that Kenny had “psychological problems” (meaning that he had mental health support needs, possibly unaddressed) which is absolutely not Craig’s business. There is no reason she should be telling him that. But then she also goes further to say “I can never be glad when a child dies, but I can be glad it wasn’t you”. Basically saying that Craig’s life is more valuable than Kenny’s. Yes, Kenny was a bully, but he did not deserve to have his capacity to grow and change revoked from him. That is a wildly ignorant thing to say about a child who you obviously know had a lot to deal with. He needed someone to help him find healthy outlets for his anger and frustration, and resources for his mental health. It hurts me to think that someone who could have potentially helped him did not think his life was as important as Craig’s. It may have just been a bad choice of words, but as a professional who works with vulnerable children in your everyday life, you need to be more conscious of how your words can be perceived.

That being said, I enjoyed the movie overall! It’s okay to like things and think they are a little silly at the same time. I’m not hating on the movie, I just thought that the cafeteria hierarchy seemed a little bit like something you’d see in an over the top coming of age movie (which is not a bad thing within its own context, but seems out of place in a horror movie). And I could absolutely be wrong in my interpretation. If I watched the whole movie over again, I may notice some things that I missed or forgot.

Thanks again for sharing! You definitely helped me reflect on the movie more deeply. I apologize for this essay length response, I just had a lot of thoughts.

#mr harrigans phone #i do think that the phones=bad message is kinda cringe #but thats coming from someone who unironically likes Cell #so take my opinions with a grain of salt #i also dont remember the story having that kind of theme #i feel like the message of the story was more of a dont mess with forces you dont understand kind of thing #or be careful what you wish for #but for some reason the movie leaned more into the hold our phones have over us #thats not to say that the be careful what you wish for theme wasnt there because it absolutely was

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haechwrites · 1 year

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undercut - L.MK

idol!mark lee x reader

wc: ~1.2k

warnings: nothin. kisses. fluff.

A/N: MARK UNDERCUT!!!!!!!!!! I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM also ive been extra delulu don't mind me.

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“Can I come over? I’ll ask hyung to drop me off at yours.” I could hear the cars passing by him, louder than I expected the city streets to be at 3 am.

“You don’t have a schedule for tomorrow?” I ask, barely holding the phone between my head and shoulder. For some reason, I thought it’d be a good idea to paint my nails at this hour.

“Also blue or red?” I cut him off before he can answer my previous question. I clink the nail polish bottles in my hands.

“Blue. And nooo, it’s my off day…” And then he’s quiet, I can hear his nerves through the phone.

“You want me to say ‘yes,’ don’t you?” I smirk, hoping he can feel my teasing nature from his end.

He groans, annoyed that I’m making it difficult for him and I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling. He’s such a baby.

“Of course I want my girlfriend to say ‘yes’ to me asking to come over. Are you insane?” I listen to him huff and I can sense the text I’m about to get from Renjun, telling me to get Mark to quit whining.

“So dramatic,” I snicker. I start to pack up the nail polish, already knowing he’ll be here in five minutes regardless of my answer. “You’re on your way, right?”

I’m met with silence and I hesitate putting my clear coat back in the cabinet.

“I’m outside.”

“Of course you are. No respect for my decisions I see.” In contrast to my words, my heart is actually racing. I almost slide across the floor at how fast I run to the buzzer.

“Just open the door,” Mark whines some more and I can hear the buzz from the other side. I hang up the phone and open the door, ready to see his face.

It’s been a week since I’ve last seen him, if you’re not counting the facetime calls at random hours – he’s lucky my job isn’t strict on my phone use. I never know how much I miss Mark Lee until he’s busy with his hectic schedules. It took me awhile to accept and appreciate the nature of our relationship. Mark thanks me whenever he can for putting up with his lifestyle. What he doesn’t know is that I love him so much that I can easily make his lifestyle mine. Even if that means seeing him randomly at 3 am on a Wednesday.

I poke my head out and I see a figure stalk down the hallway, a hoodie hiding his head.

“Psst,” I whisper and his head lifts to find my voice. He speedwalks over and I tug him in, carefully closing my front door.

“You know I know where you live right? Like I won’t get lost,” Mark laughs, leaving no time to pull me in for a hug. I feel my muscles relax into his and I don’t realize how much I needed it. His time. His space. Him.

The more I soften in his embrace, the tighter his arms squeeze. “You’re precious cargo. Gotta make sure my man arrives safely.”

“Your man?” Mark leans back to show me how happy my word choice made him. Even on his tired face, his smile shines brightly. No eye bags can hide the gleam of his brown eyes.

I roll my eyes and slap his chest. “You heard me, weirdo. Stop acting like it’s new news.”

“Ahhh,” He lifts my feet off the ground to nuzzle into me some more. “I can’t help that it sounds so good.”

“You know what else sounds good?” I ask when he puts me down. “A movie sesh.”

I split from his embrace, scurrying to the kitchen to hide the new dust of pink on my cheeks. The effect he has on me never wears off, even after all this time. It’s almost embarrassing.

“Ah, my girl’s a genius,” I hear his feet chase after me to hug me from behind as I grab a pack of popcorn from the cabinets. I can feel his soft breathing on my shoulder and it feels unreal that he’s physically here. I can actually feel his chest rise and fall against my back. I’ve gotten so used to listening to him fall asleep on the phone.

“Your girl?” I mock.

“Shut up.” Mark mutters into my shoulder. I reach back to stroke his hair when I’m met with the fabric of his jacket.

“Why do you still have your hoodie up?” I twist around in his arms to face him and his head swiftly repositions to fall into my chest. I try to push his head back up, but he’s stubborn.

“What are you hiding, Mark Lee?” I flick his head and he exclaims.

“Ow! Why are you so violent?” He finally looks up and I flip his hoodie back before he could protest again.

It’s gone. His hair.

“Your hair.”

Mark looks down at me shyly, biting his lip. I watch him run his hand through his undercut, focusing on the fact that it’s so short his black strands don’t file through his fingers anymore. Or that his ends don’t slightly curl around the nape of his neck. He even has etchings shaved into the sides. I can’t remember if I already knew about this and saw it over facetime or if it’s a new change to his appearance. Maybe it’s been longer than a week since I saw him last. The shock on my face is evident.

He squeezes my hip to bring me back. “You like it?” So it is new.

Mark grabs one of my hands and guides it through his haircut. It almost hurts with how prickly it is, but it’s fun. It’s new. And the way he sighs into my hands makes my chest tighten.

“It’s… it’s kinda hot.” I take both of my hands and run them through, not really missing how easy his hair was to tug before. It’s a new look and I can tell he’s confident in it. I wonder if I could get him to shave my initials next time.

“Yeah?” Mark stands up straighter, a fiery look in his eyes as he watches me admire his cut. My fingertips dance across the hair. I barely miss the way his tongue swipes across his lips.

“Yeah, I love it.” I can’t contain my smile, and he chuckles at my reaction. He tugs my waist in closer before planting a long kiss on my cheek. “I can see your pretty face so much better.”

He groans, letting his head fall into the side of my neck, nipping at my skin instinctively. I snicker at his reaction, letting my fingers massage his scalp.

“You’re killing me,” he says, almost like a whisper. I pull his face in front of me, watching the shy pout form on his lips. I give him a peck and watch him chase my mouth for more.

“Ditto.” I admit, caving into his cry for more kisses.

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onwardevan · 5 months

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Double cheat

Warnings:cheating,high fuck,weed,smut,grinding, sub Evan,Dom y/n,idk if there's any others?

Since it's Christmas I decided y/ns mom will have a family gathering and yeah.Y/n gets overwhelmed and thank god Evan smoked weed?

"Okay,these are my relatives so please don't pull anything." I grin towards my bf.

we had just arrived at my moms house for a family gathering since it's Christmas. Everyone has a +1 invite so I decided to bring my bf with me.

"I promise." Erin smirks and pulls his pinky out.

We walk to the door and I ring the doorbell,holding Erin's hand nervously since I haven't seen my relatives since like...never.

"Y/NNNN!HEYY!" My sister greeted and opened her arms for a hug.

Thank god she was the one to answer the door.She was the only one that I have actually had a good relationship with since I went in the mental hospital at fucking 12.

"Heyyy!" I said and hugged her back.

I walked in the house to be met with my other sister Miah."Hey y/n...and Erin.." she said,giving Erin a weird look?

"Who's he?" I asked,pointing towards this man next to my sister.He was decent height,brown curls,a nice beard and dark brown eyes.

"Oh- this is Evan!" She said and hugged his arm."my boyfriend,soon to be fiancé!" She smiled.

"That's good!" I said and walked Erin towards the couch everyone was sitting at.

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For some reason Erin wanted to sit next to Miah and Evan??I don't think much of it and think it's just them wanting to get along?

"Yeah- and that one time y/n FACE PLANTED the concrete while riding a bike!" My dad laughed.

"DAD?!" I covered my face as i awkwardly laughed."I'll be back." I said,still slightly laughing.

I walked down the halls and to the bathroom,closing the door but not locking it.This house is so full it's overwhelming.I can't go anywhere without someone being in the room.the living room had me panicking!I thought I could come to the bathroom for some peace before I heard a knock.

"Oh my god..." I sigh.

"What?" I say.

"You alright?" He asks through the door,Evan's voice?

"Yeah I'm good it's just- it's overwhelming with how full this house is!" I say and plant my head into my hands while leaning onto the counter.

"Oh.. I can help calm you down? that's actually the reason I came here." I heard him laugh.What....did he mean?!?

"What??" I asked.

"Weed, I have weed."

"Ohhhhh!"

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We were sitting in the dry bathtub. Our legs hanging off the edge of the tub as we passed the joint back and forth. I had texted my mom earlier telling her I had to go, making Erin stay here by himself.

I grabbed the joint and put it to my lips, taking a puff and that's when Evan told me something u thought I would never fucking hear...

"Erin's cheating." He calmly said as he turned his head to look at me.

"What?!" I said,coughing up all the smoke and almost dropping the joint.

"Yeah. I went through Miahs phone this morning and found out they were planning to have sex today. In this very room." He said.

"No- Erin wouldn't do that? What are you talking about??" I said and sat up.

"But he would." Evan said and went on his phone,showing me a screenshot of text messages.

"She finally said yes." -Erin

"Omg about time?!" -Miah

"Yeah. but what about Evan? Isnt he gonna be suspicious of you just leaving like that?" -Erin.

"He probably won't Evan notice, we'll be fine.Be ready 😉" -Miah...

"Oh my god..." I said as I read more.

"Yeah." Evan said and put his phone away.

An instant wave of jealousy and revenge rushed over me.I remembered my family went out earlier to the movies,but Erin and Miah stayed...

"I have an idea." I said.

I climbed on top of Evan, straddling him. His eyes went wide when he realized what I meant. He quickly put the joint out in the edge of the tub and placed his hands on my waist.

"O-okay.." he said.

I started to grind down on him as I felt him slowly harden. When he was fully hard I stopped grinding on him but he stopped me.

"No...d-don't stop...please." He sighed.

"I can make you feel even better if you let me.." I whispered to him.

"Mmmmm.." he groaned as he let go of my hips.

"Please." He whimpered. Trying to make me hurry.

I quickly pulled his shorts and boxers down, setting his cock free. I moved my shorts and panties down to my anklesI was gonna go slow before Evan grabbed my waist and slammed me down

"Ohhh~" I moaned at the pain of the suden stretch, enjoying everything bit of him in me

"Mmm!Shit!" He moaned, throwing his head back and moving his hands to my thighs

"Ohhh fuck!" I moaned.

"WHAT ARE YALL DOING?!" Erin banged on the bathroom door

"HAVING THE BEST FUCKING TIME HOLY SHIT!" Evan yelled out.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Erin yelled

"Y-YEAH ONE SECOND IM ALMOST THERE!" He moaned out and laid me down in the tub so he could thrust faster.

"OH FUCK-" I moaned at the way his speed fastened.

"I'm so close!fuck I'm so close!" Evan moaned and pressed his lips to mine as he slammed into me,Again,and again,until I finally orgasmed.Tightening around Evan.

"SHIT-augh...." he moaned as he spilled his white release into me.

"Y/N?!OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!"

#evan peters #smut #ahs fandom

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rowdyhughesy · 1 year

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Meet me in Toronto - Jamie Drysdale

part one

“ love, love isn’t having butterflies all the time. I think love is calm. Love is comfortable. I could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else “

- anon

Word count: 707

It felt unfamiliar, odd for the girl to be back in Toronto. To be back in the streets she used to call home, buildings that held so many memories from her childhood. Summers spent eating ice cream at the small parlour down the street from her old house, movie nights in the basement with her best friends.

The summer with Jamie.

There is a life before Jamie and a life after Jamie, she longs for the life before. When she didn't feel so hollow and restless.

Maybe it's the need for closure that brought her back to Toronto or to torture herself even more with the ghost of Jamie, it's hard to tell at this point.

So she lets herself practically be dragged by the collar of her T-shirt by her friends. They're giggling and talking amongst themselves. Not paying attention to her falling behind, gaze far away and stuck inside her own head.

It's not until one of the friends throws her arm around the girls shoulder leaning her head on hers. Skin sticky with sweat from the summer heat and the small amount of wind doing bare minimum to cook them down.

"So tell me Y/N/N, is secret Canadian boy still in town you reckon?" Y/N's body goes rigid at the mention of Jamie. She's never told any of the friends she made after the move his name, who he is really. Only telling the reason why dates never worked out or why she doesn't have interest in boys being a boy she met when she was younger. Someone that took her heart and nobody had compared since so she just stopped trying.

There was no point in trying to replace Jamie when nobody could. Nobody will.

"No he isn't, I haven't talked to him in years you know that. Doesn't matter anyway." It's a lie and they both know that she's just saying it to brush off the hurt that lingers. Hidden between the words leaving her lips.

The AC blows against her face as the group steps inside the smoothie shop. To focused on their conversations Y/N doesn’t notice the dark haired boy sitting in the corner.

Brim of his hat covering most of his facial features, engrossed in some video his friend is showing on his phone. He barks out a loud laugh, this making the girls ears perk up at the sound.

Her head turning in his direction so fast she’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from the force. Eyes wide as she finally sees the boy she’s been missing for years. Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words, will he even remember her?

“Y/N?” Jamie stares back at her with the same shocked expression as she adorns. Stumbling out of his chair Jamie blinks his eyes repeatedly. Wondering if she’s a hallucination or he’s making a complete fool out of himself and it’s not her. Maybe it’s just a look alike and he’ll leave the shop mortified.

“Hi Jamie.” The hockey player towers over her, he’s so close she can smell his cologne mixed with laundry detergent. Apples and pine wood with a hint of a spice she can’t place.

Jamie lifts a shaky hand, gauging her reaction before placing his hand on her cheek. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb. She leans into it, eyes watery and bottom lip wobbling as she tries to hold back the tears. The happy tears because he’s here and she can feel him. It’s no longer just a memory or ghost haunting her in her dreams.

“I missed you, shit I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.” Shaking his head in disbelief as a watery laugh bubbles up from his throat.

Y/N just smiles at him before she throws her arms around him. Hugging him as tight as she can and Jamie is quick to reincorporate the hug. Burrowing his face into her neck.

Neither of them thought they’d ever be here like this again. Holding each other, hear the rhythm of matching heartbeats.

After years of being lost they finally took the right turns and found their way back.

They found their way back home.

#jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale x reader #nhl imagine #hockey blurb

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fran-in-the-deep · 5 months

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Hi hi hi I feel it is my moral and legal obligation to request 28. I don't really have more thoughts than that so just go crazy. Thank u love u hope you're doing well - faye

28. German Christmas Market

A/N: Thank you for giving me another reason to write for this very specific prompt. I did not anticipate for this to get so long, nor for the Deutsche Bahn to become a major point of contention, but I thought it would be funny and very authentically German. Also I got stranded at a train station on the way home for the holidays, so I had some time.

Christmas Special - Hange x gn!Reader (Collage AU)

~1.8k | lots of fluff

It had been a nice idea initially, going to the Christmas market for a date. Have some overpriced hot punch and sugary food, look at nice lights and decorations and hold hands. All that preferably in the next biggest town over, where every second booth wasn’t run by students from uni you both knew. Going to a Christmas market and on a date on top of that was to get a break from daily life, not to get yet again reminded that the person who was making Crêpes for you still hadn’t done their part of the group presentation that was due in two days. Last years Christmas market had not been fun.

This year, the big obstacle would be even getting there. It had snowed a day ago and while snow was rare and it settling for long was even rarer, the time Hange and you arrived at the train station of your small town, everything still looked like winter-wonderland.

“I swear the app said our train wasn’t affected.” Hange’s glasses were foggy from their breath, scarf pulled up to their nose. “You saw it too, right? When I checked before we left?” They asked you before returning to their phone, checking the following connections only to find out that they were all cancelled as well, while you were half looking over, half leaning on their shoulder, huddled together against the cold wind blowing over the platform. Dressed in thick coats with various layers underneath you still felt them shiver slightly.

You wrapped your arms around their shoulders, trying to give a little bit of reassurance before Hange would start to blame themself for not having anticipated this specific situation. Because it wasn’t their fault, neither was it of the people working for the German railway, they must be extra stressed thanks to that train-wreck of an infrastructure that worked really good except when it didn’t. And sometimes that felt like more often than not. The German railway services did not like winter-wonderland.

“At least we’re not stuck somewhere else this time.” Upon voicing your thought, you felt Hange shake with giggles. “What is it? Was that so funny?”

They looked up at you, still in your arms, pulling down their scarf so you could see their wide grin. A small cloud of condensed breath escaped them. “I just remembered the time we went to the Aquarium on our second date and had dinner after. And then on the way back back home, we hat to sit in the train for two hours in the middle of nowhere because someone got stuck in the toilet cabin.”

“See, it could be worse.” You commented with a small chuckle. It should not have been so funny, but the way Hange told it was.

“Nah, it’s half bad.”, Hange leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “As long as a have you. Or no, wait. I’d gladly get stuck at any train station, as long as it’s with you. Or something romantic like that. Also, we still have all afternoon to spend time.”

Their cheeks and nose were tinged slightly pink when they leaned back, although that could be from the cold. Somewhere on another platform, a train was announced. It started snowing again, the kind of big flakes that should only exist in cartoon movies. Still standing at the now empty platform, Hange followed your gaze, taking your hand in theirs.

“You know, we could still try the whole Christmas market date, you don’t have any group presentations this year, have you?”

“Thankfully not.”

“Then let’s just go in, grab some food and make a run for it.”

And who were you to say no to that? Hange grinned, before pulling their scarf up to their nose again, only leaving their yet again clouded glasses and a few stray strands of hair visible between the scarf and beanie.

The latter with its sew-on patch of a long long fish that looked like an eel, but wasn’t quite one (maybe a little bit), wearing a Christmas hat was the latest product of Hange discovering that you could just order stuff like that on the internet. It had “HAPPY PHOLIDAE(S)!” patched under it, a pun that had been settled on as “Fröhliche Weihnachten!” was too long of a saying to fit into a beanie and “Frohes Fest!” didn’t lend itself well to puns with marine species names, scientific or common.

When leaving the train station, the two of you passed more exasperated travellers having gathered around the big display in the main hall that showed the current delays and cancellations.

“I hope they’re not gonna be stuck long.” Hange commented before stepping outside in the cold winter air again.

In typical winter afternoon fashion, the sun nearly set in the short time it took you two to make your way through the increasingly busy pedestrian zone. The closer you got to the Christmas market, the more Christmas-y it got. What had been a few front store windows with Christmas-Tree and snow themed décor slowly turned into lights being spun on ropes above the street and a random tree here and there. Hange slipped on some mushy snow leftovers from earlier that day when pointing them out and while you were fully prepared to go down with them by the way their hand still clasped onto yours, Hange caught themself rather quickly.

“You alright?” They asked you as if you were the one who just stumbled.

Gently bumping against their shoulder, you told them not to worry about you too much, just as the first wooden booth came into view. It was built to look like a small cosy hut with a bunch of Christmas decorations and lights thrown over it. Steam rose from the warmth of the Crêpe stoves that were hidden behind a stack of nutella jars. Next to it a booth that sold candles from plain to giant angel motives, as well as the kind of preciously self made ones that seemed to be too pretty to light.

Hange naturally gravitated to the candle booth to look for something fish related, strategically scanning the display from left to right while you looked from the other side. It was a game, a habit by now, to just look for fish related stuff wherever you went and help Hange search, even if you didn’t end up buying anything.

The same always counted for you, Hange had made it a habit of bringing little things around that either reminded them of you, they thought were funny or you’d like. With their associative way of thinking, that could either be something you didn’t know you needed or liked before and now cherished it deeply, or a package of napkins for a reason you didn’t really understand but that made perfect sense for them.

“Hm.” Hange brought their free hand to their chin, leaning slightly forward over what could be a starfish shaped candle or just a Christmas Star. “No, that’s not it.”

You hadn’t found anything either. Yet Hange didn’t dwell on it long, looking back at you instead.

“Let’s be basic and get some Crêpes with nutella then. I’m paying.”

“I’m paying the next time then.”

“Alright alright.” Hange laughed as they pulled you to the other booth with them, ordering and paying for the two Crêpes. The awkward waiting time and shuffling around to somehow signal you two had already ordered and no this wasn’t the start of the queue, everyone leave us alone please while we hope nobody will try to make small talk with us, just waiting for the food, thank you very much. It was worth the freshly made food though.

“We should get roasted almonds or something, we could take that home.” Hange suggested, munching on the Crêpes after some time to cool down on the way to the central market place by the church where most of the Christmas market was located.

It had a look of a small village with all the small wooden huts, yet in contrast to an actual village, there was a lot going on. Lights, decorations, the constant smell of food, sweet and savoury, Christmas songs blurring with the voices of people. A busy place that was mainly visited by families with their toddlers or friend groups of various ages from school to middle aged. The small town was too small and the Christmas market too insignificant to attract any buses with old people from across the country.

“Alright.” Hange took your hand again after quickly finishing their Crêpe, keeping you close as you tried your best not to get separated in the busy lanes. You looked at some of the handiwork displays together, one did woodworking, selling nativity scenes, another sold notebooks and paper works, there was another candle merchant and several booths with jewellery. None of them fish themed. A disappointment. These booths were tucked between the more dominant food booths, most of them selling sweet food and the one giant bratwurst grill in the middle.

After some time, you bought some hot punch for Hange and you in mugs that cost an unusual big pledge on top, but they were yellow and shaped like an old boot and hideous, so money aside, you needed to keep those. With those in hand you retreated to an alley outside, away from the noise and people for a bit.

“I forgot how loud kids can be. And just people. And we didn’t even find anything cool.” With a sigh, Hange rested their head on your shoulder. “At least it’s not as boring as I thought it would be. And we have avoided the booths by people we know.”

You were glad to have taken a break as well, all the intensity suddenly breaking in on you as you leaned against Hange in return. How were they so warm even through the like ten layers of winter coat? Your thoughts were interrupted when Hange lifted their head.

“Let’s just grab some more food and eat somewhere else. I think that’s enough Christmas market for me today.”

“Sounds good to me.” You shifted slightly to have a better look at their face.

“You’re the best, love.”

With these words, Hange pressed another kiss to your lips, soft, gentle, lasting a little longer than the last. The kiss tasted like punch, really sweet and somehow like Christmas. Whether or not it was celebrated, just more quiet hours spend together with the people you loved most.

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A/N: I'm super late, but Happy Holidays to everyone, hope these days are as good as it gets. If you made it till here, have some fun facts: "Schmalzkuchen" is a very tasty kind of fried dough but an ugly word in German, then I found out it's "lard cake" in English and just no. Pholidae are very cute and also called "gunnels" in English, in German they are called "Butterfisch" (yes, butter fish), which is also very cute. They have two subfamilies, four genera with a total of 15 species according to Wikipedia. So that's a lot of cute fish.

#hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hanji x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #aot fluff #hange fluff #hanji zoe x reader #fran-fiction writing #requests

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issie-https · 1 year

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Valentine

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: First one shot!! Hope y’all enjoy! Also, I’m so excited to see 5sos later this year which is why I chose this song❤️ We’re also gonna pretend it existed in the 80s. Link to the song is above❤️

Word count: 800

Warnings: Fluffy Izzy🫣🤭

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“Jeff? Where is my red dress?” I shouted to my roommate. I was meant to be getting ready for a date with a guy Axl had set me up with but, for some reason, my dress I had bought was missing. “It’s not in your closet?” He replied with a smirk evident in his voice. “Obviously not, dummy,” I rolled my eyes. “Well I guess you can’t go on that date then,” he said, coming into my room with a grin on his face. “Jeff, please. It’s not important to me but to Ax,” I whined. “How many times have I told you you don’t have to please him. Just stay home with me, we can watch cheesy movies, eat shit food that will shorten our lifespan and cuddle. Please,” he asked, looking me in the eyes. “Jeffery Dean Isbell, give me that damn dress,” I gritted my teeth at him. Yes, he’s putting up a good offer but he’s also pissing me off. “Nope, if you can find it, you can have it,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes, looked at him and made a beeline for his bedroom on the other side of the house. Just as I was about to reach the door, he caught me and slung me over his shoulder. “JEFF! PUT ME DOWN!” I shouted. “No,” he simply replied. That really is his favourite word. He carried me downstairs to the coat and shoe cupboard and shoved me in there. “You can stay locked into there until you agree to stay home with me,” he insisted. “Izz, this is imprisonment. ITS ILLEGAL!” I screamed the last bit, pounding on the door. “Do I look like I care?” He stated. “I don’t know. There’s a door in the way of your face,” I retorted. “And it’s going to stay that way and locked until your little lover boy arrives here and I tell him you’re not home. Or, you can tell him to not bother coming because you’ve changed your mind,” he rambled. “Get me the damn phone then,” I gave in.

I called my date and told him that I’m not very well and he should find someone else to take out, satisfying Izzy. “Happy, Cupid?” I sneered. “More than happy, Santa Claus,” he laughed. “How am I Santa?” I protested. “Look in the mirror,” he said. I stood up, looked at my reflection and say that I had a milk moustache and the cookie in my hand just added to it. “Oh,” I laughed, sitting back down on the sofa. We had a record playing in the back while we were playing poker -our only bets being food and truths - so far, I had won 2 rounds and Izzy had won 5. Not that I’m bad at poker!

Just as we were about to deal the cards for the next round, my favourite song on the record came on. “I love this song!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa and started dancing around the living room. I spun around, jumped about and walked back over to Izzy. “Dance with me,” I said, holding my hand out to him. “No,” he simply replied. “Too bad, because I wasn’t asking,” I said, yanking him up off the sofa. I resumed dancing around and he just stared at me. I could feel his eyes watching me. “What?” I questioned. “You’re adorable,” he replied, walking over to me. He turned me to face him, placed his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck while we danced around together. “Jump,” he blurted. “What?” I said, confused. “Jump, I wanna hold you,” he stated simply. I jumped up and he put his arms just under my ass, holding me safely. He started spinning us around and jumping about, slightly mocking me. “Careful, you’re gonna drop me!” I laughed. “You’ll be fine,” he laughed back. I looked into his eyes and he stood still, looking back into my eyes. We both leaned in, our lips joining in a needy, passionate kiss. We both pulled away, being starved for air. “We just kissed,” I confirmed. “That we did. There’s a reason I didn’t want you to go on that date tonight, Y/n,” he said. “Because you want to kidnap me and murder me?” I joked. “Don’t be a mood killer, you little shit. But no, I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “Okay, ask away,” I smiled at him. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, like it was the last thing he’d get to say. “I- Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, you weirdo,” I smiled. We kissed again, and again, and again. “God, I’ve waited for this,” he smiled against my lips, carrying me over to the sofa. “Me too,” I replied.

#izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #izzy stradlin #guns n roses #slash gnr #axl gnr #steven gnr #duff gnr #gnr #Spotify

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year

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No Matter What

Summary: After trying to have kids for years, and coming up short, you decide to visit a clinic to see what was wrong.

Oneshot

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Married au

TW: Infertility Issues

Word Count: 2,670

Requested: would it be possible to request a dino x reader where the reader finds out from the doctor that they can't have kids (reader has a uterus) and has to tell dino?

Husband! Chan (Dino) X Afab! Reader

A/n: Also, you do not have to be married to have kids with someone, I just like the thought of husband Chan– And if you are having fertility issues, just know you’re not the only one, and that I promise someone would love you whether or not you can have kids or even have a slim chance of having them. They’ll love you for you.

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You wake up with your guts turning into knots after an afternoon nap with Chan and get out of bed. With hope, you shut the bathroom door, and your upset stomach disappears as you pull out a new test. “This is it. I’m sure of it.” You whisper to yourself as you hold out the stick and wait for the three minutes to be over. You pray and pray, hoping this time is different. The timer goes off, and you turn it over to see the minus sign. If you weren’t trying to get pregnant, you would be ecstatic. But now that you’re trying for a baby, and it's still coming out negative, it's making you feel hopeless. With a sigh, you throw the stick into the trash, wipe your tears of frustration, and get cleaned up. You swear you felt morning sickness, but your nerves were getting the best of you again.

You hear Chan outside the bathroom door, “Babe, I’ll be back in twenty. I’m going to get our pizza!” You call out, “Okay, be careful! I love you!” He calls back, “I love you too!” You refuse to cry as you look back over at the trashcan. You wash your hands, hear the front door open and close, and whisper, “I guess it’s finally time to call.” You find your phone after drying off your hands. You dial the number to the clinic and walk out of the bathroom, thinking of all the possibilities. Maybe something was counteracting your combined efforts.

The receptionist asks you about your reason for calling, and she tells you about Doctor Yasmine, who specializes in fertility. You ask for the next available appointment, all while pacing. And she tells you that tomorrow at noon is the earliest she has, and you take it. You hang up with a heavy heart, deciding that going alone is your best option. Especially on such short notice, no matter how much he was by your side. There were some things you had to face alone, and this is one of them. Even if you want him beside you to hold your hand through it, you right yourself before heading up to your shared bedroom. With two cokes in hand as Chan comes back with a pizza.

You put on a brave face and act like nothing’s wrong, although your stomach keeps twisting into knots over your thoughts. You try not to let on as you eat pizza side by side, but Chan knows something’s on your mind as you eat your favorite food mindlessly. He doesn’t push you to tell him, knowing you'll let him know when you’re ready. He kisses your forehead as you watch an action movie together. You push back your negative thoughts and take in the moment. You were spending a day in bed with the love of your life, maybe if nothing else, as long as you were with him, it was okay. After dinner, you lean your head against his shoulder and watch as the main character defeats the villain. You both cheer and put the trash beside the bed and watch a few more movies before curling up together and falling asleep.

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You go to the doctor to see if there is something you can do. Maybe you weren't having sex properly? You concluded on the drive over that it couldn't be the case. You sighed, got out of your car, and made the trek over to the clinic. “Hello there! Did you have an appointment? If not, we have a thirty-minute wait right now.” You put on a brave face and go, “I have an appointment with Doctor Yasmine.” She smiles, “Ah, okay, have you been here before?” You shake your head no, and she hands you some papers to file. You finish filling them out as your name gets called to go in. You hand the paperwork over to the receptionist, who thanks you. And follow the nurse into the room who weighs and measures you. You follow him into the room and tell him the medications you take. After checking the rest of your vitals, he tells you that Doctor Yasmine will be in the room in a few minutes. You nodded and thanked him before waiting for her.

She comes in with a big smile, “Hello, I’m Doctor Yasmine. It's nice to meet you, (Y/n)." You smile and tell her it's nice to meet her too, and she continues, "Today, I’ll conduct a few procedures to see if we can narrow down the issues.” You nod as she walks through the steps to make you feel more comfortable, and you ease yourself into it. Maybe it’s going to work out, and you won’t have to worry. You convince yourself before she finishes up with the tests and asks for you to sit back up. She bows her head and tells you that she’ll be back with the test results in ten minutes.

Once she leaves, all you can think is, ‘I wish I had Chan with me,’ as you start fidgeting with your wedding ring. You spin it round and round while you wait for Yasmine to come back. Maybe you weren’t doing it right. And you just had to change something. What if there were specific days you had to have sex? No sex on the day of rest? Maybe that was it. Yeah, that had to be it. As you hold back your tears, already concluding it wasn’t possible for you.

Doctor Yasmine returns and asks, “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” You sigh, “I could take all the good news I could get right now.” She nods, “You don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases.” You crack a smile before she sighs, “This next thing I’m going to tell you is hard to take in.” You gulp, and she hands you a box of tissues.

You take them wordlessly, and she says, “You’re infertile.” You pull a tissue out as she looks you in the eyes, and you ask, “Does that mean I can’t-?" Before you can finish your sentence, she nods, and you burst into tears. It was Chan’s and your dream to have kids together. And it’s just been smashed to pieces. She pats your shoulder, “I’m sorry, no one wants to hear that when they want to have kids.” You nod and cry harder, no longer able to keep your composure.

“Will you be okay to drive? I can have Yuna call your emergency contact.” In sniffles, you go, “I don’t want him to know yet. I’ll be fine to drive. I think I'll need a few minutes to absorb this.” She nods, although you can’t see it through your tissues and tears. “Okay, please know you’re not the only one. And if you need professional help, I can recommend an amazing therapist who deals with infertility issues.” You nod, and she goes, “I’m going to leave you here now. Take as long as you need. I know this is hard news to take in. I wish you well, and I promise your significant other will accept you just the way you are.” She steps out of the room, and you wail. You want to curl up in a ball, fall asleep, and wake up to find this was all a bad dream. It couldn’t be your reality, you think to yourself, but you know it's the truth.

You let a few more tears out before carefully getting off the cot. When the thought hits you, how are you going to tell Chan? What would he think? He’s always supported your decisions and held your hand through the most difficult of them. But what about decisions that your body has already made for you? Was this going to be any different? You lose your motivation to leave as you slump into a chair, having no more tears to cry. ‘Fuck’ you mutter that’s the only word that comes to mind as you think of all the dreams Chan and you will never get to fulfill. You look at your ring before remembering the promise you both made to each other that night. “From this day forward; in joy and in sorrow; in sickness or in health; to love and cherish as long as we both shall live.” If that vow meant nothing, nor did any other promise. You know deep down he would accept you, but it was a matter of telling him the truth.

You get home after pulling over a few times and letting your emotions out. You pull off your coat and stumble out of your shoes. Go to the kitchen and grab a can of beer, thinking that would ease some of your worries. It’s Chan’s favorite. You pop it open, take a sip and go upstairs. You wanted Chan's comforting presence, even if you didn't know how to tell him why you needed comfort. You slip on his hoodie, take in his scent and go back downstairs. You wrap a blanket around you and turn on the tv, hoping the weather could bore you to tears. You gulp down some of his beer, and you smile to yourself, he sure couldn't pick a beer but at least it tasted good. You down the rest and don’t feel the slightest buzz, but you couldn't care less.

You eventually fall asleep to the forecast playing in the background. You wake to see Chan sitting underneath your blanket-clad legs and playing on his phone. He smiles at you, “You’re awake!” You gasp, finally your safety was home, “I’m so glad you're here!” You reach up and hug him. He immediately wraps his arms around you. When you pull away, he asks, “You only watch the weather when you’re sad. What's wrong, baby?” You look up at the ceiling, “I thought I’d have more time to figure out how to tell you.” He tilts his head at you in confusion, “It’s okay if another test was negative.” You shake your head, “Yes and no.” You fight the tears that wish to come out just for one to betray you. Chan immediately swipes it away with his thumb, “Baby, it’s okay. You can tell me.” You gulp as a few more tears come out, and Chan reaches out and holds your hand hidden in the blankets. He wipes your tears and pulls you closer to him. And you whisper, “I went to the clinic.” He nods for you to go on, “They uh,...” “They um.” Sensing you’re about to break into tears, he pulls you from your blankets and into his chest, still holding your hand, “Yeah?”

You gather the little courage you have left, “I’m infertile.” And you cry into his chest as you apologize profusely, and he lets out an ‘oh,’ which makes you cry harder. “You don’t have to apologize.” He whispers into your hair, and you continue to mutter apologies, maybe more to yourself than to Chan. He kisses the top of your head as you continue to cry it out, and he lets a few tears out himself. You both weren't able to have kids physically together. It only cracked his heart a bit, but as long as you were together, it didn’t matter.

Yeah, he had to let go of the dream of watching you carrying your shared creation. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t have a family: you could adopt or have a family of pets. And he was happy with the notion of either or even a combination. Because if it was with you, it was perfect because he loved you whether or not you could carry children. Hell, he had started dating you with the notion you guys may never have intercourse. And he was okay with that too. Because, for you, he’d be willing to do anything. Especially after having married you, he knew whatever happened. He was ready to face it as long as it was beside you.

When your tears turn into hiccups, he pulls you gently away from his chest and looks you in the eyes. “Do you remember the night I proposed to you?” You think back and go, “Yeah.” He smiles, “I told you that whatever happened from that moment on, I would be by your side. That, I loved you more than the number of stars in the sky.” You sniffle and struggle to keep eye contact. “And then the night we married, I agreed to love you ‘in joy or sorrow; in sickness or in health, to love and cherish as long as we shall live.’ in our vows?” You nod and look down at your intertwined hands, “I promised that no matter what, I would love you, and you being infertile is not an exception.” While you had no tears left to cry, it didn’t stop you from sniffling, “Really?” You rub your eyes and finally look at him and see the tears in his eyes too.

You immediately reach your free hand to wipe the ones that slip away, “Would you doubt me when I say I love you no matter what?” You gulp, “I would never. I love you no matter what too.” He gives you a small smile and tells you, “This is just a change in direction, not a dead-end. We may never have kids physically, but it doesn't mean we can't have a family. What matters to me is that I have you. That's all I ever wanted and needed.”

You thought wrong when you felt you had no tears left, but when you cried again, it wasn’t out of sorrow. It was out of joy. That you had someone who would always love you, and he holds you again as you both take a moment to process it all. You pull away, “I wish you were there with me.” He nods, “I wish I had been there too. I’m sorry you felt you had to go alone.” You sigh, “It's okay. I knew it was on short notice and that you were busy today, so I didn’t want you to cancel for me.” He shakes his head, “You are more important to me than my job.” You nod, “I know. It's one of the reasons I knew I had to do it alone. Because your job is important, it brings others joy–” He rolls his eyes, “I love your endless support of my career, but your well-being matters more to me, baby.” You reach out and grab his other hand, “I know, but we're together now, and that’s what counts.” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “Next time, we will go together, promise?” You nod affirmatively, and you stay like that for a while.

“I see you have my hoodie on and had one of my beers.” He teases, and you blush, “Yeah.” He grins, “I thought you hated the taste of it.” You laugh, “When you badly need comfort from the love of your life, you’re willing to go to the extremes.” He laughs, and you say, “And your beer is not awful,... just sometimes.” He shakes his head, “I think you just say that to say it.” You smirk, “I do.” He rolls his eyes and kisses your forehead, “I love you.” You smile, “I love you too.” He pulls you the rest of the way out of your blankets, “Let’s go to bed. We can worry later. Let’s rest for now. Whatever tomorrow brings, we'll deal with it together.” You nod as he lets go of one of your hands and leads you up the stairs.

Some things are unforeseen and unpreventable, but it doesn't mean you can't overcome them, especially with Chan by your side. Any trouble or worry is insignificant compared to your love. Because no matter what, you had each other, and that was all that mattered. Things change, but your hearts stay resilient, and you couldn’t be happier to have someone like him.

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Ever since seeing @claperpip Rise/Buzzfeed Unsolved art I have suffered a special kind of brainrot where I have now mentally written a story about the Ghoul Boys going to New York to investigate the mysterious "Kappa's of New York".

Since @princesa-pens-and-pizza supports me in my madness, have a little sneak peak of something that might later either be chapter 2 or just a little interlude (since I want to keep the story turtles pov only)

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The last tunes of the opening melody fade away and we see Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej sitting at their iconic desk in the Buzzfeed Unsolved headquarters.

"Greetings." Ryan opens and leans forward a little bit. "Today on Buzzfeed Unsolved we'll dive into the mystery of the hundreds of sightings of mutants that seem to terrorize New York City and into the question: Are they real?"

The camera focuses on Shane to show his infamous headshake, but instead we see him lean back with crossed arms. He gives us a high-pitched and considering "Hmmmm."

"Oh, I'm surprised!"

"Well, you know I call bullshit on ghosts! Spectral Spooks? Get outta here with that shit! But mutations…Wait!" He leans over, trying to sneak a peek at Ryan's notes, who quickly guards them with an arm. "We are talking about mutations right? Two headed cows and cryptids and all that. Not about X-Men kinda stuff right?" He leans back and says with the most deadpan tone to ever deadpan: "That's a movie, Ryan."

"Are you seriously insinuating that I don't know that X-Men is a movie?"

"Weeeeeeeeell…"

"And no! We are not talking X-Men. Although some of these creatures that have been sighted are strangely humanoid."

"Oh boy."

"Let's just get into it."

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"Giant turtles?"

"Yes. Four of them. Maybe more. Reports vary."

Shane sighs and smirks a little. "Well, at least this time you won't have to be so scared, yeah? Giant turtles? What are they gonna do? Chase us with 1 mph?"

"That's where you are wrong!" Ryan jabs his finger at the papers spread over the table. "These turtles are not just big, they are fast and apparently they can fight! They have weapons!"

"How do they hold them?" Shane presses his fingers together and tries to pick something up without moving them apart. He looks like a challenged dolphin. "Don't they have fins? How does that work?"

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but there is actually a video of them fighting in a fish and ladder market." He fishes his phone out from under the desk. "We can't show the footage for legal reasons, but I'm gonna show you right now."

They both stare at Ryan's tiny screen. Ryan is obviously very excited about what he is seeing and is eagerly awaiting Shane's reaction.

Shane watches the video with lazer sharp focus, a thoughtful frown on his face. The viewers are actually scooting to the edge of their seats. Is he seeing something that actually convinces him? Could giant, fighting turtles be real?

"That's 'shopped to high heaven."

Everyone deflates. Especially Ryan.

"How could anyone have photoshopped this? Don't you see the ladders and the fish flying around?"

Shane shrugs, unconcerned. "Okay, so it's some dudes in a cosplay doing that RPG thing or something."

"Who are they cosplaying?"

"Look Ryan! I'm not up to date with anime and all that stuff. We'll go to New York right? When we find them, we can ask them."

"Or we find them and they'll karate chop us into an early grave. Or steal our souls! One theory is, that they are Kappa's, those japanese folklore yokai."

"Japanese demons right in New York City?" Shane whistles and gives the camera a little wink. "Ah. What a town."

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rise of the tmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt/Buzzfeed crossover #buzzfeed unsolved #Having fun with all my favorite boys #A sneak peak in honor of the new ghost files trailer #save rottmnt

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hartmy4life · 10 months

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Fanfic name: Cute PART 3

Relationship: Hartley x Amy

Show: The Villains of valley view

Warning: Nothing

Amy’s POV:

I run up to Hartley's house and I knocked on the door. Someone else opened it. Oh it was Celia. "Oh um hi Celia do you know where Hartley is" I say obviously nervous because like come on its Celia. "She's up in her room why" She said looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Umm" Quick Amy think of something. "I wanted to invite Hartley to- umm- a bowling alley so we can --bowl"

"Mhm yeah sure" yep she is totally not believing me. "Yeah you can go to Hartley's room" I knock. "Hello Hartley are you in there" I say. "Yeah let me just-" " Hartley answers while there was a lot of stuff being moved around. She finally opens the door. "Hello Amy" she said while leaning on the door frame. "Hi are you ok there was a lot of noises before you opened the door." I said concerned. "Yeah im good I was just cleaning my room"

she said revealing a not so very clean room. "Wow Hartley its so clean is the new trend of cleaning up rooms leaving so much clothes on

the ground" "Ok fine I fell but im fine now" she said. She continued. "So what are you doing here" I just stood there remembering why I was

there and I turned the color of my Havoc suit. "Umm Amy are you ok" she said waving a hand over my face. I snapp back into reality.

"Yep yep Im good I just need to tell you something" I said pretty nervous. "Yeah sure what is it" she said cheerful but also confused. "Ok look I might ruin our friendship but please after what im about to say please just-" I pause.

"Don't leave me your the only friend I have even though im kinda friends with Milo your different" "Amy Im never going to leave you" Hartley says in her sweet and loving voice. "Ok" I take a deep breath. "These past days have been different of how we almost kissed and that weird feeling I have in my stomach, my heart beats faster when

Im with you, and I know im not sounding like real Amy its just that I cant hide these feelings anymore" I pause again but this time Im holding Hartley's hands. "Ok what Im trying to say is that I like you and this might be a little cheesy but I want to be more than friends" When I finish talk I wait for Hartley to say something. When the silence was still going I decided to break it "Look I-" Hartley cuts me off. "Amy you're never going to lose me because feel the same way too" "Really" I say surprised. "no." She said which

made my heart shatter and my eyes water. "Amy Im joking Im sorry." She then hugged me. "I didn't know that would make you react so fast I like you too and I would be more

than happy if we could be more then friends. I pull back from the hug and I just kissed her. When I did it felt like fireworks were exploding behind us. It was amazing. Sadly we pulled away for air.

Later:

Amy's POV:

"Hey Hartley" I say making her head turn."Yes" she said "Do you wanna maybe go to the movies" I then pull out my phone. "Here I'll text my

Jake that Im going to be out for a while" "Umm yeah sure what movie" Hartley said wondering.

"I was thinking you would choose since we are finally girlfriends" I said blushing and giggling. Wait giggling ME, AMY, HAVOC. Giggling. Wow this cute and amazing girl has

some affect on me.

MOVIE TIME:

Amy's POV:

We get to the movie and we get our tickets and for some reason Hartley isn't telling me what movie we were going to watch but thats besides the point. We go to the counter so we can buy our popcorn. "Hey Hartley what movie are we watching" I say while tapping her shoulder.

"You'll see" I just nod while she said that and I looked at the workers plotting on stealing or what Hartley likes to say "s-wording". Hartley looks at me.

"Amy are you thinking of s-

wording because you have that look on your face" Before I got to answer the workers come up to us.

"Hi how may I help you today" the

worker said looking like he hates life. "Just a large popcorn extra butter please" Hartley said with a big smile on her face. The worker gives us the popcorn and we were

on our way to the movie. "So Hartley can I finally know what the movie is" I say. "We are watching Barbie" she said with that

stupid smile. "Yay" I say sarcastically.

"Trust me your going to love it it also has a special meaning."

"Ok yeah sure I'll give it a try anything that makes you happy" I say smiling.

#amy x hartley #hartley x amy #hartmy #the villains of valley view #the end #yayayay #barbie #took me a while #hope you like it #love #gay

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idreamofthemeparks · 2 years

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This kind of story should take place on a dark and stormy night, but in reality it's a warm Los Angeles summer afternoon when Joe Rohde walks through the office doors. Of course, the headquarters of the Parks division are beautifully maintained. The air conditioning envelops him immediately, and the first thing he sees is a secretary at her desk, smiling brightly.

He doesn't need to say a word. "Glad you made it, Mr. Rohde. I'll let them know you're here." The impeccably dressed brunette picks up the desk phone, dials just a couple of numbers and says, "He's here, Mr. Chapek. I'll bring him in for you." She stands up, holds an arm out and tells him, "Right this way."

"Thank you--" he reads her Disney nametag-- "Emily." In respectful silence she leads him to the mahogany doors of the conference room, and stands back as she lets him through. By the time the door swings shut behind him, she's already gone.

The long, polished table is seated almost entirely with the usual people. None of the suited men and women give him more than a polite nod, but a "Joe! Lovely to see you again!" echoes from the far end. Bob himself, at the head table like usual.

"Nice to see you too, Mr. Chapek," he manages.

"Come on, take a seat! We're all friends here." Joe pulls out the only empty chair and sits up straight. Bob meets his eye from across the room. "How was your flight, Joe? Was the car we sent all right?"

He swallows, hopefully imperceptibly. "Everything went fine. Did you have something you'd like to discuss?"

"Getting right to business. Well, yes, I did call you for a reason." Bob leans back in his chair. "The board and I have been having some chats today. We were thinking of how we could improve some things at that Animal Kingdom of yours. It's been a while since we've touched that one up, hasn't it?"

"Pandora is less than a decade old," Joe says as respectfully as he can manage.

"Right, well, we feel that some parts of the park may need a facelift. Something that could make it appealing to a wider audience. Specifically, we've been thinking about our old friend Expedition Everest." He pauses, as if expecting a response, but Joe steels his face, betraying nothing. "You've seen Toy Story, right Joe? A lot of people have. The movies do pretty well. So does our land at Hollywood Studios. We had an idea for a little cosmetic makeover."

Nobody else at the table joins in about this idea, but a few nod in support. "We were thinking we'd do something about that old broken yeti, maybe replace it with a big, scary dinosaur toy or something. The rest could be easy. Maybe Andy went hiking up that mountain and dropped a few of his toys on the way. We could do it on a pretty tight budget. What do you think?" He caps it off with a tight little fake-pleasant smile.

Joe sucks in a breath. "Respectfully, I don't agree. I would prefer to keep the ride the way it is. Sir."

Bob leans forward, his elbows on the table, his hands folded over his mouth. "I see. I didn't expect much else. We could nix the changes, or at least delay them." The man seated next to him pointedly stares downward; he's been in these meetings before. "But you know what that means, don't you, Joe?"

There's no point in dignifying this little game of his with a response, but Joe nods just once. Just for a second, a cold breeze hits him in the face, and he squints at the sensation. He just catches the barely-hidden grin crossing Bob's face before the tingling sensation begins in the earring hole of his left earlobe, and he closes his eyes.

It only takes a second before the cold tingles cease, and there's a small metallic clink as one new earring drops onto the many others. He keeps his hands folded in his lap, resists the urge to touch it. "I'm glad we could agree," he says after a moment, his voice deliberately steady. "Was there anything else for today?"

Bob slaps his hands down on the table. "Nope! That's all I needed for today. Thanks for flying out, Joe, appreciate it. Take care of yourself, all right?"

Joe smiles and wishes him goodbye, walking himself out of the conference room. A cheerful "See you at the next Imagineer meeting!" is the last thing he hears before the door thuds shut behind him. There's no sign of the secretary, and it's just as well, because he practically runs out of the building and back into the heat.

He doesn't even check to see if anyone is around before he reaches up to feel his stretched earlobe and the pile of earrings that adorn it. After a second or two of feeling around, his fingers locate the new one. He sighs a little with relief. It's not very big or heavy this time. He can definitely bear this one.

As he begins to walk the perfectly-maintained sidewalk back to the complex's entrance, his earlobe bounces a little with every step. The weight of it reminds him of his body's limits, whatever they may be, and about what will happen when-- if-- his ear gives out and its trinkets clatter to the ground. But just like always, he can learn to live with it. He always has, right? He can keep going. Now it's time to go home.

#walt disney world #disney parks #joe rohde #short disney horror #imagineering

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h3rmess · 2 months

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WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

Masterlist

S3 : Chapter 3 - Intimate ☆☆☆

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cw : kissing (below the cut)

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Stepping out of the shower, my hair dripped as the cold water fell on my shoulders and on the floor. I felt refreshed as I slipped my loungewear on, opting for the usual tank top and a pair of baggy shorts that reached my knees. I took a towel, drying my hair as I plopped myself onto my cool bed. A soft melody came from the speaker in my room, setting the mood perfectly. I was ready to relax and enjoy a calm night with Megumi.

The digital clock glowed red, the time displaying 7:30 pm on the dot. As if it were on queue, a knock rang through my room, causing me to rush to the door in excitement.

"Megumi!" I exclaimed, swinging the door open.

He pulled me into a hug, stepping into my dorm and shutting the door behind us. We swayed together as I looked up at him, the soft lighting in my room accentuating each perfectly crafted feature on his face.

He made eye contact with me, looking away quickly before pulling away and heading over to my bed.

"Your hair is wet." He told me, not looking at me.

"Yeah, I just got out of the shower." I took my towel once more, rubbing my hair with the towel, careful as to not cause damage to my hair.

"You... smell nice." He looked at my bed now, still too shy to look at my face.

I hummed with a smile, leaning into his shoulder as he sat back against my headboard. I took my laptop from my bedside table, unlocking it before placing it on Megumi's lap.

"You can pick a movie." I stood, going to grab us some refreshments and snacks.

He scrolled through the app, clicking on a movie and letting it play as I retook my seat.

I placed a thin blanket over us for comfort as it was too hot to have any thick layers on us.

"Purple Hearts?" I asked him as he nodded slowly.

"I like this film. Nick Galitzine is really amazing in this."

"I haven't watched it yet, actually." I spoke softly, feeling myself melt into his hand as his hand made its way around my waist.

"I'm happy to be the one to show you this." His voice was a whisper as the movie started. It made my heart flutter to hear him talk so passionately about a movie and an actor.

Megumi was truly perfect.

He was patient and caring with me, always putting me at the forefront of anything he did. He was so selfless. At the same time, he knew how to stand up for himself and what he believed in, not letting others alter or taint his views without good reason. He was a strong fighter, secure in his cursed technique and combat style. He was competitive, always wanting to rise above anything that may prove challenging. He was determined and resilient, never letting anything knock him down completely. He was fully dedicated and a man of his word. He would make sure to stick to whatever he has set his mind on, no matter the consequences. He dedicated his life to being a jujutsu sorcerer, understanding that the job requires him to put his life on the line and not fear it at all. He was truly admirable.

Just then, a ping brought me back into reality. Megumi reached into his pocket, digging out his phone and unlocking it. I paid it no attention, turning back to watch the movie. That was until Megumi began to fidget slightly, causing me to look up at his slightly crimson face. He placed his phone down, taking the same casual and nonchalant attitude as he would with anyone else. I knew something was up.

"Megs?" I called him, using the nickname for the first time to get his attention, only making him more red.

I placed my hand on his, pulling it towards me to hold and caress.

"What happened?" My tone displayed concern as I awaited an answer.

"Yuuji sent me some photos of you from earlier..." He murmured. "You just look... so pretty. You always look pretty."

A combination of the compliment alongside his bashfulness, his voice, and his existence in general made my heart skip a beat. My eyes widened, my face growing hot as Megumi pressed pause on the movie, moving the laptop off of his lap.

He turned his body slightly to face me, just staring at me as I did the same. We stayed just looking deeply into each other, carefully and lovingly. I smoothed every crevice on his face, each line expressing a part of him, each line enticing me, intoxicating me, mesmerising me. My fingertips ran along the side of his flawless face, appreciating the feeling of the soft skin underneath them.

It felt like a surreal moment, an out of body experience, as if I had been blessed in a dream to meet something intangible and faultless. Perfectly crafted.

His lips stood, two blushing pillars, intending my touch, needing my touch, wordlessly calling out to me, as if it had been written in this stars that in this very moment, I had to kiss them.

"Megumi..." I breathed, inching closer towards his lips, my eyes not leaving the dreamlike sight I had laid on a gold platter before me.

I felt his breath on my face as his hand made it way to my cheek, holding it with the utmost attentiveness.

Like clockwork, our lips found their way to each other, holding and sucking each other in deeper, closer. My eyes fluttered closed, fully devoting my attention to the moment. He paced himself as I followed his movements, indulging and enjoying every second of it. After a few more moments, he pulled away as we both gasped for air. He rested his forehead on mine as he looked into my eyes once more.

I smiled, leaning in again for more as I was unable to fight the longing and yearning in my heart. He held me by the nape, optimising the effectiveness of our kiss and decreasing the space between us. His right hand trailed down to the underside of my left thigh, hoisting me up and placing me on his lap, increasing our proximity. My heart raced as my hands wandered in the same manner that his did, exploring the body of the boy who had tantalised me on that fated day. Butterflies rumbled through me as his hands reached for the hem of my tank top.

"Can I...?" He anticipated my consent, another reason why this boy was so irresistible.

I gave him a quiet, "Yes." allowing him to continue with the actions that were driving me crazy.

His slender hands found their way to my waist, the skin to skin contact only making the moment more detailed and exhilarating. His grip tightened as our lips joined again, the kiss more eager with more fire behind it this time. Our tongues danced together, matching pace and rhythm to create a perfect symphony. With each thump of my heart, I felt the passion I had for Megumi growing in size. My hand found its way to the back of his neck, lightly grappling the hair and pulling him towards me. He hummed into the kiss, forcing my mouth open with his tongue and slipping it seamlessly into my mouth. His hands continued to roam, daringly touching my abdomen, bringing me nothing but pleasure. A great heat swelled within me, a new feeling unlocked by Megumi. Our tongues were shoved down each other's throats, quickly turning the kiss sloppy. Spit seeped down my chin and out of the corners of my mouth, only making the experience more enjoyable. I ate at his mouth, starving, hungry for more of the perfecting that lay in front of me.

Panting and out of breath, we hesitantly separated, blood immediately rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment as a singular string of saliva connected us. I nuzzled my face into Megumi's shoulder as he stroked my hair, placing a gentle kiss by my jawline.

"You're so perfect. You're all I could ever ask for." He said between huffs, still holding me by my waist with one hand, pulling me into him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting my head slightly to place small kisses on it.

He deserved the world. He deserved a lot more than I could offer him. And from that moment, I decided to give him my everything. He was my utopia. My beautiful boy.

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-> I TOLD YOU GUYS I HAVE A HEART

-> THIS IS TOO CUTE STOP IM SCREAMING

-> little romeo and juliet reference, did anyone catch it? (I changed one of the words and the perspective bc I can 😈)

-> NICOLAS GALITZINE MENTION?!?!? that's my fave

-> did I say there wasn't gonna be a make out sesh? yes. did I lie to you? also yes.

-> I just want a love like this is this too much to ask 😞

-> NEXT CHAPTER LITERALLY SO EXCITED WOOHOO (this MIGHT be a little evil)

-> SEE YOU SOON GUYS MWAH KISSESSSS ❤️❤️

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TAGS~

@nyxlai @inlovewithlondonn @sad-darksoul @eternalalmondd @httpstoyosi @vivi-loves-penguins @samutoru @lysaray @maya-maya-56

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dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

read follow-up here.

#im praying we get a dansen wedding u guys #anyways yeah this is something they would totally do right?#get married on a whim #if u see a typo no u didnt #oh and also im still working on the prompts u guys sent me so there's that #thats the majority of my wips cos im one slow writer #happy supercorp sunday lovely people #supercorp ficlet of sorts #the reckless writer writes #supercorp #rcklss writes

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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A little NSFW ask, Mc and the brothers and Datables are cuddling when Mc, out of no where bites them. But Mc bites on that special sensitive spot on their neck, then acts innocent after 😇. (Mc preferably being dom, you don't have to do that tho! It's just a reference!!!)

Sure! I can give it my best shot! I’ll only be doing headcanons though.

Please remember that more than 7 characters requested in an ask will receive only headcanons. If you would like an expansion on a specific character, you’re more than welcome to resend the ask! Thank you.

Obey me Boys + Nips from MC

Lucifer

Reading in his room, curled up by the fire, when you suddenly bite him

Startled by your boldness, but his alarm quickly turns into a smirk

How foolish of you to entice him like that and think you could get away

Turns your face towards him and gives you a kiss, before nipping at your neck in reprise for your actions

Fast forward to sex in front of the fireplace for the rest of your ‘peaceful’ evening

Mammon

Watching a movie in his room on the couch for a night in for a change

Straight up moans out loud when you nip his neck. Causing you both to blush

Tries to stammer his way out of it before yelling “Oh yeah! Lets see how you like it!” and bites you back

Immediately turned on when he hears you moan. He wants to hear it again. And again

Litters your neck and body with bite marks & hickies. Not only because he loves the sound of your moans, but he wants everyone to know you’ve been marked by, and belong to, the Great Mammon

Levi

Playing video games in his room. Levi almost having a panic attack every time you brush up against each other

You decide to give him something to actually have a panic attack about and nip him

He jumps about 15 feet in the area and his character dies

Now he’s moody, and decides to take it out on you by tickling you

Eventually using those skilled gaming fingers for something much better as he fingers you until you cum deliciously

Satan

Snuggled up on his bed reading. Satan too into his own book to realize you’ve gotten bored with yours.

So you nip him. And oh boy.....

Startled, at first, by the slight pain. Quickly recovers when he realizes his kitten wants to play.

Nips and kisses you back. First your neck. Then a little lower. Then a little lower....

That sharp tongue of his is good for more than just quips, and he’ll have his kitten mewing in no time.

Asmo

Side by side in the luxury VIP of the club

Tipsy on cocktails, you give him a kiss then a nip on the neck. Making Asmo giggle

“[Y/N]! If you wanted to get frisky, you only had to say so~!🖤“

You’ll regret this decision, but not by much, as you’ve unleashed the Avatar of Lust on you

Sits you on his lap while you bounce on his....lap....to the music

Beel

Giving Beel’s tired muscles after his work out & shower

You playfully nip his neck from behind. Which he naively misinterprets as you being hungry and wanting to go get a snack

You’ll have to be more direct with our soft, sweet Beel. So you spin around from behind to sit on his lap

Grinning as his cheeks turn about as red as his hair, he holds you to keep you steady as you attack his neck again from the front

The groan he lets out you can almost feel in your own stomach, before he picks you up and carries you to his bed.

Belphie

Obviously cuddling in his bed for a short cat nap

You wake up first and decide that it would be cute to nip Belphie in the neck, making him moan

He starts to buck against you in his sleep. Rubbing against your thigh in a lazy manner and lifting his neck for you to do it again

By the third nip he’s finally awake. With a tired, sultry grin on his face.

“My [Y/N]-chan is so naughty. Attacking me when I’m asleep. I should return the favor.”

Solomon

Curled up with Solomon while he works on one of his spell books

He invited you over to hang out, but has been ignoring you the whole time, so you bite him

The sorcerer gives a shutter then turns to you. Smirking as he apologizes for ignoring you. “You could have just said something.”

He puts his book down and pays soul attention on you.

Those magic hands aren’t just good for spells as they work their magic all over you. He’s bound to Asmo for a reason.....

Simeon

Helping Simeon on his D.D.D skills

Decides that it would be super cute to nip him in that beautiful, mocha neck of his when you lean in for a selfie

He yipped and blushed horrible. You can’t do things like that to him!

Smiles though, however, after some initial embarrassment that you share his feelings.

Puts his phone away for the rest of the afternoon because he’s found something more interesting to play with

Diavolo

Sitting at his desk with him while you sort through paperwork

It’s incredibly boring though. So, as a joke, you lean over to kiss his cheek then nip him behind the ear where he’s let his collar down.

Surprised, but amused. Does his princess want to play?

Paperwork can wait for later (or he’ll make Lucifer do it). He’ll show you the error of your ways in tempting the future Demon King

Lays you out on his desk to put in work on you instead

Barbatos

Sitting together under a tree in the garden on one of his few moments off

You give him a little nip after a soft peck. Which made him giggle.

“Humans are so delightfully playful.” Kisses you softly

Mindful that you’re out in the gardens, but can’t stop kissing you once he’s started

Diligent, as always, with you and his time until you’re satisfied

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krystalites · 3 years

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wayv members reacting to you pecking their lips to shut them up

anon requested: kk! First ask on the way~ WayV reaction to their s/o pecking their lips while they talk to shut them up?

genre: crack (?), tiny bit angst, fluff, soft members

word count: 1,6k

a/n: I would like to apologize for probably making you wait for so long. I never actually got the notification and for some reason I never checked my inbox.. Also, my first reaction ever! Yay! I hope you guys like this since English is not my first-language, and I'm still learning. Enjoy!

⌜ kun ⌟

"and them not listening to me just annoyed me more-"

Kun had been ranting about his members for what felt like forever now. No offense to him, you loved hearing his angelic voice and could listen to it for hours but you had been very boyfriend starved lately. All you wanted to do was to cuddle your adorable boyfriend. Though, you just let him rant because you knew he needed it sometimes. He kept talking for a bit more and it went actually well. But all of sudden, you just felt like you couldn't wait anymore.

"So I snapped and-"

Kun's eyes widened as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. He smiled when you pulled away and wrapped his arms around your face, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. He placed a gentle, barely-there kiss on your neck. He inhaled your scent heavily, taking as much as he can. Kun lived for moments like this and they were his favorites out of all the moments he shared with you.

"You could've told me you were bored!" he scolded you jokingly.

⌜ ten ⌟

You really thought it would be a great idea to cook with your boyfriend but all he did was sitting on the counter as you did all the job. He was making these weird vegetable puns he found on the internet. Even though they were funny, you had been listening to this for almost an hour now.

"Hey, babe?" Oh, you heard this kind of babe before. The kind of babe he uses to tease you.

"No puns Chi, no puns." To give a threatening aura, you slowly raised the wooden spoon that you were using to stir the haricot beans in the pot. Ten chuckled and put his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"I swear it's not a pun." You could sense the mischievous tone in his voice, yet you decided to ignore it.

"I just wanted to say that you’re a wonderful human bean-" His joke was cut off by your lips on his. When you quickly pulled away and continued stirring, he smiled at himself. He was feeling something that he felt for the first time in his life. He sure kept making puns just so you could keep shutting him up with your lips.

⌜ winwin ⌟

Sicheng was very excited about WayV's comeback. He had been talking about the M/V, the outfits, the choreography, the song for days. Right now, you were in the living room, as he kept talking about the comeback while you were trying to get his attention. You kept cutting his words off but he never actually heard you, despite sitting right in front of you.

"-oh and the choreography is so cool! It matches the whole aesthetic perfectly."

"Sicheng I broke your favorite mug."

"The outfits are kind of revealing but I wanna step out of my comfort zone so I really like them!"

"I burned the stuff in our memory box."

"Everyone else looks very good too!"

"Sicheng I'm breaking up with you."

That's it, you thought.

"They wanna dye my hair but I don't know if I want my hair to be dyed-" He was cut off by your lips, which were gone barely a second later. Sicheng opened and closed his mouth a few times, obviously wanting to say something but not being able to say it.

"I think I got a bit too excited," he finally managed to say and mumbled, "Can I get another one though?"

⌜ lucas ⌟

You rubbed your eyes and leaned over to your phone resting on your nightstand. With a little click on the power button and the overly bright screen, you read 02.38 am. Yukhei was obviously still in-game with the dreamies, as you could hear him yelling in the room right next to you. With a groan, you got up and slipped your shirt on. You were sleeping topless since it was summer and very hot, but his camera could be on when you entered the room. You walked to his room, not even bothering to knock since his door was wide open. If you're going to yell at two in the morning, at least shut the door you thought. Entering the room, you saw Yukhei furiously clicking on his mouse and keyboard. You walked up to him as he kept yelling at the dreamies over his microphone.

"Donghyuck he's right on your le-" He suddenly stopped clicking, trying to process what the hell just happened. You had bent his head backward and pecked his lips, then left casually as if you didn't just cause him to blush. He quickly gathered his thoughts and mumbled a quick excuse and apology to the dreamies. Turning his computer off and running to your shared room, all he could do was thinking of you two cuddling and kissing, giggling like a high school girl at the thought of that.

⌜ xiaojun ⌟

You and Xiaojun started dating a few weeks ago, so your relationship was still very fresh. Being an idol and living with 6 other males sure gave him a lot to talk about. His talkative nature didn't really help with that. You guys were on another date, at your house. You were making popcorn for your movie night since you guys couldn't go out risking Xiaojun's career just like that. Xiaojun was helping you by preparing some drinks he saw on YouTube a few days ago.

"Then Ten threw his slipper to Yukhei for calling him a garden dwarf!" You laughed and glanced at him. He looked so happy telling you about the guys. As if he was telling you about his family, which you were sure it was at this point. You were having a great time, but Xiaojun had a curfew that he was supposed to not pass. Even though you knew it wasn't intentional, he kept talking and stopping what he was doing to show you what happened with his gestures. You thought maybe if you waited 10 minutes, he would just stop. But of course, he didn't. After thinking of a nice way to cut him off, you finally thought of something.

"Ten chased Yukhei around the dorm like tha-" You pecked his lips, pulled away, and smiled.

"I love hearing you talk Junnie, but I really want to watch this movie before your curfew ends."

He snapped out of the little shock state he was in and quickly began to stir the drinks, which he was supposed to do 10 minutes ago. While stirring, he giggled and shook his head. The fact that the first kiss you two shared being an 'i will kiss you to shut you up' kind of kiss made his heart do backflips and it definitely was something he could never forget.

⌜ hendery ⌟

Hendery was teasing you for losing a game of Mario Kart. Pretty normal, right? Yeah, if only that didn't happen two days ago. This was his third day of endlessly teasing you. At first, you laughed it off. He rarely ever beat you, so you didn't want to pop his happy bubble. It's the third day, and you were visibly annoyed. You sometimes beat him at the stuff he's very great too, but you never actually took it this far.

You guys were sitting in the living room, just chilling while you watched some weird tv show, where the contestants were married couples and competed for a car. A couple you had been supporting was a few points ahead, whereas Hendery's team was losing. He sighed and faked a pout.

"They're losing like you playing Mario Kart." after his comment, he smirked and turned to you. "Get it? Cause you lo-"

Eyes wide, blinking rapidly he was looking at you. You went back to watching the show like you didn't just smash your lips against his harshly. He gulped and quickly turned to tv, pulling his hood up to hide the furious blush making its way up to his ears from his neck and face.

⌜ yangyang ⌟

"Yang, please don't cry... It breaks my heart to see you like this." You put your hand on his cheek but he harshly tugged it away.

"No! They're right. I'm useless. I can't believe I actually called myself an idol on that interview just before my voice cracked when they asked me to sing. I couldn't even dance properly to the song they gave me! My manager had every right to call me names!"

You shook your head and cupped his face, making him look at your face with his glossy eyes and red nose. He was so innocent, so pure and those 'managers' were doing nothing but ruining his confidence. Weren't they supposed to help them improve and keep them motivated? Then what was all of this?

"Yang, don't say stuff like that about yourself ever again. You are the most talented person I've ever known. Every artist, scratch that, every human has a bad day where their body doesn't feel like dancing or singing or doing something in general. You can't blame yourself because of that. What actually matters is you holding your head up high and showing them what you've got in there. You always have other performances to prove yourself.

But, that didn't seem to work on your beautiful boyfriend. He just shook his head side to side, mumbling little "no's"

"No, I should just go back to where I came from the way they told me t-" Not letting him finish that sentence, you put your lips on his. You two stood like that until you ran out of breath, eyes closed with his hands over yours that were cupping his face. When you pulled away, he let a few tears spill. Wiping them off with the back of his hands, he just pushed you on your back on the bed you were sitting on. He rested his head on your stomach and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed. Even though you guys didn't talk about it, you knew he was feeling better about himself. And he did. He had you on his side, after all.

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warmau · 3 years

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"his birthday is literally a month away."

kun says and you shrug your shoulders, bringing the straw of your milkshake to your lips

"you're the one who taught me it's always good to plan in advance."

"you don't need a month to plan a birthday party, plus its xiaojun - not ten - who would probably insist on a whole gala."

ten throws a look across the table but doesn't dispute this fact

you tap your fingers on your drink and set it down to mumble something about how fine, you'll do it yourself if they don't want to help

it takes two seconds for kun to give an exasperated sigh after that and agree to help you after all

you smile and tell him you knew he would, he's too much of a micromanager to refuse

ten laughs and sicheng smirks as he doesn't look up from his phone

kun gives you the same look ten gave him a minute ago

you've been friends with xiaojun for a good year now

ever since he nearly lost bella when she got off her leash at the local park and you bolted after her like any good citizen would before she could wander off into the street

xiaojun and you have gotten closer

you kind of get him in a way that not a lot of people do

his humor can be kind of dry, and he tends to be picky about certain things

you're exactly the same way so you never really get mad about it - you both have come to learn the things you dislike and like about literally everything

being friends with someone who is as particular about movie popcorn and indoor room temperatures is a blessing more than people might think

the other members see the similarities between you two and more often than not they're happy that xiaojun, who can also be kind of reserved around strangers, has found someone that makes him so comfortable

everyone in their apartment is a character from hendery to yangyang but xiaojun meshes best with you

so it's kind of no surprise that even after a short time of being friends, and most of that time spent around the others

you two start getting the off-handed "you're so alike, why don't you just date?" comments

hendery is the first person to say it after you guys spend hours playing video games together

you and xiaojun are so in sync about everything that the rest of the team feels like you guys have to be playing together when in reality you're not even in the same room

the immediate response is for you to cackle into your headset microphone and for xiaojun to let out a high-pitched, almost theatrical 'never!'

it passes over your heads and nothing changes

but then everyone seems to be saying it

"only you two can put up with each other."

"have you ever considered being more than friends?"

"oh you're 'hanging out' again or are you just actually going on a 'date'?"

the words are supposed to carry absolutely no weight

but at some point when someone says something you end up looking at xiaojun out of the corner of your eye for some kind of response that isn't just a staunch and straightforward

"never!"

it somehow also manages to get worse the month you're planning for his party in secret, both the teasing questions and your weird hope that xiaojun will one day say something different

nearly everyone knows you're trying to put this thing together but him and maybe that's why they tease

or maybe it's because xiaojun only ever seems fully himself when you're beside him

the way the tension in his shoulders falls completely to pieces when you topple over to spread out like a starfish on his sheets

the way the look of complete boerdom on his features shift around and up into a smile when you open the door holding your favorite cold drinks from the bubble tea place next door

the way xiaojun has never let someone close to him like this before - the way he lets you get cloes.

doesn't flinch when you lean over to brush an eyelash from his cheek, seems totally content with having you put a hand on his knee when you're all seated around the table and arguing over who goes next in this game of monopoly

it's a couple of days till the party and you are standing in the parking lot of the apartment building xiaojun lives in, you both have run away from the noise of his roommates

"hey, what do you want for your birthday?"

you feel hot when you ask - and it's not just because of the summer weather

xiaojun's head tilts as he says he hasn't thought about it

"actually, i'd love it if everyone got off our backs with his 'dating' crap."

dating crap

"do you hate it that much?"

"it just feels like they're taking it too seriously."

you run your tongue over your teeth and the unusual pause makes xiaojun narrow his eyes, in the evening darkness you think maybe he won't notice the confusing expression on your face but he does

"did i say something wrong?"

it's almost like he's poking at the sleeping giant question that you both are too nervous to actually ask - do we like each other in a way that's more than just friends? is everyone just pointing out the obvious?

"no, i just got lost in my thoughts for a second."

your mouth feels dry when xiaojun looks like he's going to step closer to you but doesn't

your saving grace is hendery's head popping out over the balcony and yelling for you two to get back inside before the mosquitos eat you alive

xiaojun holds the door open, but you tell him you need to go home early

that night you look at your checklist of things to do for his birthday

you've already sent out invites, you put in the order for the cake, and you got all the decorations

two things are left, pick up cake and snacks and get present

"dating crap"

you say out loud to yourself and for some reason, it hurts in your chest. you decide you'll just get xiaojun some kind of giftcard, maybe so he can buy more games.

"dude, xiaojun is like a cat."

kun says and you try to balance the cake in your hands as you two make your way to his car

it's the day of the party, kun is lugging bags of snacks and you're thankful that the cake has xiaojun's name on it spelled correctly, but something doesn't feel celebratory about all this

the excitement of making xiaojun happy has turned to anxiety ever since your talk in the parking lot

dating crap, dating crap, dating crap - did i say something wrong?

you squeeze the thought from your mind and look at kun with your brows furrowed

"what?"

"he's like a cat ok, he'll never show how much he wants something until he gets it."

it's cryptic and you tell kun you don't know what he's talking about, the cake is cold even through the bag it's in as you place it on your lap in the passenger seat

kun sighs as if he knows you're just being difficult

"sure, anyway xiaojun will be back to the apartment at seven so we should have enough time to set everything up."

at a red light, just as you're deep in mixing thoughts about xiaojun and your feelings and his feelings and how you sometimes get embarrassed seeing him walk around shirtless or eating from the same plate as him

kun goes, "by the way what did you get him as a present?

"oh a giftcard for games."

kun taps his finger against the wheel

xiaojun is actually surprised when he walks through the door and you all jump up with balloons and cheers and brightly colored party hats

he immediately looks at you in the crowd and asks

"you did this all for me?"

your heart threatens to jump up and out of your chest because he should look normal like he always does

but he's standing there with his grey t-shirt and silver chain looking like a sculpted masterpiece bestowed on you from heaven itself

god, i have it bad.

"we did it together!"

"nah it was like all them!"

hendery counters your modesty before throwing his arms around xiaojun into a half tackle hug

the party is like ... any other party

kun was kind of write, you didn't need to take a whole month to plan, but you're glad it is all going smoothly

people are enjoying the food, people are playing the usual games and chitchatting and summer is wafting in from the open balcony door

the pets are scampering around from lap to lap and someone has put on music that's upbeat but not ear piercing or distracting

xiaojun is being passed around for presidents and hugs and congratulations for another year of his life

and you are in the kitchen constantly putting new bowls of chips out, busying yourself with your hands to fight this weird churn of your stomach

xiaojun looks so handsome i could be sick. i want all of his attention but that's such a horrible thing to think - this is his party, this is literally. his. party.

someone taps your shoulder and you half expect it to be another person asking where the dip is when you turn to see xiaojun

"thank you so much"

his voice is softer than usual

"oh don't thank me, it's your birthday, it's the least i could do."

"i guess when i said i don't want a present you went with a party which is so sweet and unexpected."

the compliment goes over your head because the mention of that conversation has you thinking about it again.

dating crap. did i say something wrong - you feel cold in an apartment of packed bodies - it's like he was saying i don't like you like that. i don't love you.

"a-ah, yeah. i did also get you a present."

you fish the gift card that was put in a pretty envelope by the employee out of your pocket and hand it to him shyly

"i know it's not much-"

"no, you know me so well. you know i wanted to get all those new skins and stuff."

he's gripping the cup of soda in his hand unusually tight, you try not to notice the way it makes the veins that run up his forearm stand out

"xiaojun!"

someone's attention is needed and he disappears with a little smile. the conversation feels so stoic. it doesn't feel the way you and him talk.

and then somehow you end up in a circle on the floor with bella in your lap playing truth or dare

it's a birthday party in a huge apartment, so it's bound to reflect some of the traditions of high school

also hendery got too excited about playing it and no one wanted to say no

everyone starts off the way these things always go, embarrassing borderline comedic dares. stupid truth questions so that roommates can out other roommates for their mistakes.

you laugh a lot, you notice xiaojun keeps looking at you

then it gets to the birthday boy himself and hendery's big white grin kind of scares you

"so xiaojun, truth or dare?"

"truth"

a loud ringing of 'oooh's' plays through the walls and you swallow

"is it true..........you aren't romantically interested in your best friend?"

all eyes turn to you and then xiaojun

bella whimpers in your lap like she's sentenced the shift, she hops out and stretches before finding a corner somewhere else - you wish you could find a corner somewhere too.

xiaojun's face is unreadable, you haven't touched any alcohol all night but your vision feels fuzzy

"no. we're just super close friends."

the smile on hendery's face falls and the crescendo of your heartbreaking thumps through your ears so much that it physically hurts

someone coughs and clears their throat

you don't even register what you're doing as you're doing it, don't hear xiaojun say your name or the hard thwack of kun's hand on the back of xiaojun's shoulder

"are you insane, why would you say that when you don't mean it?"

the question floats from someone's mouth and it's not yours and you don't stick around to hear xiaojun's answer

you only navigate yourself up to your feet and out of that apartment because your body puts autopilot into flight mode

you're maybe two blocks down the street when something warm wraps its arms around you

you don't move - your eyes are fixated on the asphalt

"im so stupid, im sorry."

xiaojun's voice breaks in a way you've never heard before

"you're not stupid for not liking me back."

your voice sounds flat in a way you've never heard before too

the arms around you drop and you start to move forward again, still wanting to get away from him and everyone else

"no. i mean im stupid for lying."

you stop

"i thought you didn't want me to be interested in you like that and then kun said that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard because you obviously-"

xiaojun can't say the rest of the sentence because he's waiting for you to confirm

kun is always right about so many things, when he'd said xiaojun is like a cat, you get this is what he meant

"that i obviously am in love with you?"

you hear the sigh escape from xiaojun before you turn full around

when you do xiaojun nods, opens his arms again and you have never felt more fit for a place than when you tuck yourself into his chest and he buries his nose into your hair

"you're so bad at truth or dare"

you muffle into his shirt and he laughs, squeezing you closer

you don't mind the way you stick to each other under the glaring heat of the last summer month's hold

of course you come back to the apartment and everyone looks like they've just been saved from drowning in the titanic

the birthday party goes to a congrats-on-finally-confessing-your-feelings-you-two-idiots party

and for all the time you two spent apart that evening, you're now glued to xiaojun's side and it finally is in a way that lets your fingers brush and hold onto each other

in a way that lets him turn his head to kiss your temple when he's had enough of the conversation or argument his other roommates are in

you refuse to let him clean when the party is over - he is the birthday boy - but he does it anyway

you get some alone time on the balcony again and you kiss some more, all shy and new and tender

but xiaojun's hand finds your hip and you stammer against his mouth

you want to stay over but literally everyone is home so you peck xiaojun on the lips and he mutters we could just cuddle instead when you say goodbye at the door

the rest of august is sweeter than summer ice cream

you and xiaojun go on dates, which xiaojun is actually good at planning because he just knows you so well and he knows you are not the type of person who wants to go to fancy, uptight restaurant or even entertains the idea of seeing sappy romance movies in theaters

he knows what to order for you two before you even come over

you know what he needs when he just offhandedly mentions that he needs to get some stuff from the store

and it's like you two are connected by something more than just a physical need for the other, it's like your souls have been intertwined and your minds too

you do finally get to come over when the rest of the members are out practicing or hanging out with other people

and you check the door to the room is locked about six times before xiaojun has to rope you into his arms with his pretty lips

before scuttling out from under the covers to check the lock himself too

it makes you laugh, he laughs too, you two kiss and you think you can only remember xiaojun's taste for hours after

no one, not even strangers, seem surprised by you being together as they learn it

an older woman at the beach says you and him just look like puzzle pieces that have found each other, she says she sees happiness in your futures

and it is all happiness - from that birthday to this one - almost ten years later

xiaojun knows you're planning a party, you always do like it's a tradition, so you can't call it a surprise anymore

but he promises to act shocked when he comes through the door anyway

"is this shocked face good enough?"

he asks, putting his hands on his cheeks and opening his mouth

age has treated him so well, he's still got the absolute best cheekbones you've ever seen in your life

you giggle and clamber over onto the sofa where he is

"no, no - more oomf!"

he tries again and then reaches out to pull you into him, you kiss his nose and he scrunches it up

"how about i just jump up and go 'no way!' or something?"

"xiaojun you're not twenty anymore."

he pouts, "fine. ill think of something."

"by the way what do you want as a present?"

you look into his eyes and the browns soften as they reflect the image of you, the person he's sworn to love for the rest of his life

he shrugs - says he got the best present of all time already

"you said that last ye-"

"and it's true, you're the only thing ive ever wanted so badly i was just too dumb of a guy to ask for it."

your hands are warm on his chest

"that's ok, you still got it in the end."

#ok......ok. so now i actually only have three neos left #*strikes a pose* i love this concept i could write 54387928 of these #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv au #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun au #xiaojun #xiaojun x reader #nostolgic!au #nct imagines #nct au #nct scenarios

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years

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Hot Chocolate and Chill

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 1644

This is pure fluff you guys! Thank you so much to the person who requested this, I need more fluff in my life and this is working toward that!

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Y/n was certain he had never been more excited before. He couldn't stop himself from literally bouncing up and down as he made his way out of his last class of the day and toward his locker.

His friends just rolled their eyes and got out of the way. Y/n thought about feeling bad or trying to calm down, but then he would remember all over again that it was tonight.

He had been counting down all week to the time that he would be able to spend uninterrupted time with his boyfriend.

Peter had invited him for a sleepover after classes Friday, which, when he had suggested it on Monday had seemed like an eternity away.

But it was Friday and he had just been released from his last class. Nothing was going to stop him from being alone with Peter, and Y/n couldn't be happier.

He slammed the things he wouldn't need that weekend into his locker, slung his bag over one shoulder and took off in search of Peter, totally blanking on the need to close and lock his locker.

In the back of his mind he registered the long suffering sighs of his friends, but he was on a mission. There was no time to calm down, he had a boyfriend to track down.

It didn't take long, as he was still standing by his own locker talking to Ned. Y/n didn't stop to think, he just bounced over and launched himself at Peter.

Peter stumbled back a step as Y/n collided with him, but managed to keep them both standing. Y/n silently thanked the spider that had bitten Peter for the results as he none too subtly appreciated the muscles holding him up.

"Hi Y/n," came the resigned sigh from Peter's friend Ned.

"Yes, Tis I, The Amazing Y/n, come to light up your lives."

Okay, so he was feeling a little extra right now, sue him.

"You may now revel."

Peter and Ned lost it, which was the end of holding Y/n up. He pouted from his new spot beside Peter and waited for the two to stop laughing at him.

His pout gave way to the dopey grin that usually crept up on his face whenever he was looking at Peter for longer than a second. There was just something about his adorable dork of a boyfriend that made Y/n feel like he was floating.

Y/n subtly snuck his hand into Peter's while he waited for the other two to say their goodbyes. Luckily Peter was used to Y/n's actions and didn't startle even when he decided to hang over his shoulder.

"That's so gay!"

'Ugh, this guy,' thought Y/n as he turned to face Flash.

"You know, that isn't even an insult. We are in fact gay. Or I am at any rate, Pete's pan, right?"

Peter just nodded from beside Y/n.

Flash looked nonplussed.

"What? So you admit it, you really are gay? Ew!"

"You sure are stupid for someone who's supposed to be smart. That's like me saying, 'Oh, my God! You're such a person!'"

Y/n even affected an over the top pose to add to his effect.

"Ew, you're a person! That's so gross!"

Flash just looked confused at this point, which to be fair, that was a common response to people who weren't used to being near Y/n's particular brand of crazy, but still.

Y/n was going to go ahead and call that one a win. He and Peter turned away and ignored the bully.

Peter just looked at Y/n in shock as he heard Flash sputtering and stomping off behind them.

"That was amazing! I have to remember that for next time!"

Y/n grinned at his boyfriend, eternally grateful to which ever deity it was that had paired him up with someone who wasn't put off by his over the top personality like others had been.

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May was watching from her place by the table in their kitchenette, bemused as Peter straightened one of the pillows on the couch for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He had been quietly freaking out for the better part of an hour now, and that was only the time he had been out in the main living areas. She was sure he had been freaking out in his room for much longer.

"I'm pretty sure he won't hold it against you if the pillow isn't in the exact right spot when he gets here."

May immediately regretted speaking when Peter's head shot up and he stared at her with the widest eyes possible. Oh, this was more than just normal anxiety. This was much more important than normal to him.

May unfolded herself and made her way over to her nephew.

"It's going to go just fine, you two are so happy together, I can't imagine anything causing a single night together to go wrong."

She held Peter close to her for as long as he would allow. He was growing up more and more every day, and didn't let her comfort him near as much as he used to, so she was going to savor this for as long as possible.

May felt Peter melt into the hug and was glad that at least she could still provide a little support, even if she couldn't fight every dragon for him anymore.

The door bell rang, startling them out of their hug, and Peter managed to trip over twice in his rush to get to the door as fast as possible.

May just shook her head at the thought of ever being so young and clearly in love.

She took her place by the table again after greeting Y/n. She had a cup of tea and a book calling her name.

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Y/n looked around the living area of Peter's apartment, why he didn't know. It wasn't like it was his first time there after all, he had visited lots of times before. This time felt different for some reason though.

"Did you want something to drink?"

'Poor Peter,' Y/n thought, 'He looks just as nervous as I felt earlier.'

"I brought snacks and the makings for hot chocolate for our movie marathon. I can set up here while you sort out the drinks? Or are we watching in your room?"

Y/n handed over the bag that had the drink things in it and was pointed to the couch.

"Thank goodness you didn't have to patrol tonight. Are you sure it's okay to take the whole night off?"

"Yeah, I got someone to cover for me."

Y/n nodded and set about organising the snacks.

It didn't take them long to get settled with the assortment of snacks on the coffee table in front of them, their drinks close by and a movie playing on the TV.

It was a little awkward with neither of them wanting to step over any boundaries, especially with Peter's aunt sitting up at the table, but some time during the first movie they managed to relax enough to lean against each other.

By the time that the second movie was half finished Y/n was laying with his head on Peter's lap, no longer paying any attention to the movie because Peter was giving him the most amazing head massage and running his hands through Y/n's hair.

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May made her way into the lounge area on her way out for her shift, but stopped at the sight that met her.

Peter and Y/n were curled up together on the couch fast asleep. She melted and tried not to coo too hard as she fished out her phone.

This called for proof, whether to blackmail or embarrass was still up for grabs.

As she closed the door and locked it from the outside, May was once again thankful that Peter wasn't the type to take advantage of being alone with someone he liked, so she didn't have to worry about them getting up to things they might not be ready for.

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Bonus Scene

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Mrs Rodrigez had been walking back from her daily walk down to the corner shop. She would never let on, but half the reason she made the time to come down each day was to see the sweet young man who always insisted on helping her cross the street.

She was surprised, and a little suspicious of the person who approached her that particular evening at the cross walk. Whoever they were, they were not her 'friendly neighbourhood spiderman' as he always insisted he was.

This man was wearing what appeared to be hardened red leather in an all over suit. He was also a lot older than her normal escort judging by his height and broad shoulders.

He had a very bad homemade cosplay mask of spiderman over what looked like another mask.

The man (she assumed) got close enough for her to read the words scrawled hastily across his chest in a messy hand.

'Spiderman! No really!'

Mrs Rodrigez fixed the man with a steely stare. She was 78, and like all older ladies, carried a large handbag that was filled with mostly useless junk that was just begging to be swung at him if he pulled anything she didn't like.

He had already gotten higher on her 'list' by pretending to be the younger vigilante. He was on thin ice as far as she was concerned.

"Hi! I can't help but notice that you are a helpless little old lady possibly in need of assistance across the street!"

The man offered her an arm, but was met with that steely stare being upped to an outright glare as she pulled him in close enough by that very same arm, to be nose to nose.

"If you've done anything to that sweet young man they will never find your body!"

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