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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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the kind of book you can't put down

alternatively: do you want me or not? (prev)

in which the thought of settling down and being with her scares him more than anything in the world, but he can’t seem to steer away from the thought of ‘them’

(series masterlist)

so maybe logan fucked up. did he mess this all up for him and the potential love of his life? he's sitting across the dinner table, head down to feign his attention on his phone screen but his eyes are on her and the random guy that joined them for dinner.

he kissed her, for god's sake. and what kind of a reaction was that from him afterwards? a smile and then to hurl in front of the biggest crush you've ever had in your life is hardly appropriate. it's even worse now that he's avoided her all day and openly flirted with someone else while they were on the yacht for a couple of drinks earlier.

logan swore to himself a couple of weeks ago that she didn't deserve to play his games. if there was anything about starting to like your best friend, it was the sudden realisation that they don't deserve to be treated like the other girls you'd been with before.

he knows she deserves better than what he's doing right now. but admittedly, he got scared of the potential fallout with her. he's really found the bestest friend in her through the years they grew up together. he had to sit himself down this morning to figure out if it was worth risking their friendship for something more.

he watches her cover her mouth to giggle. he contemplates for a couple of seconds: does he want to watch this or should he just gouge his eyes out with the spoon on his plate?

he did want to approach her this morning at breakfast. when she was at the long table buffet waiting for some scrambled eggs - she looked very pretty in the maxi dress she'd bought specifically for this vacation, and it scared him.

he's always been more of a touch-and-go kind of person. thinking about laying with her innocently while they engaged in pillow talk terrified him.

"murder on your mind?" xyriel snorts, leaning towards him with a sly grin. "i've noticed how you've been looking at her for a couple of minutes now."

"i wasn't looking," logan quickly denies, sending his friend a weird look. "it's just weird having a stranger eating dinner with us. i'm not paying for his dinner."

"we know," xyriel grins, following his gaze. she presses her lips together. "but you used to bring girls with us to dinner. what makes hers any different?"

"nothing," logan lies with an innocent shrug. "i just think he is weird."

xyriel stifles a giggle, instead pursing her lips to not let out that everyone knows more than they actually do. "dude, you've got something for her or what?"

"what?" logan scoffs, turning to her with disbelief on his face. "the hell did you get that from? she's my best friend."

"you're just being a little odd," xyriel points out. "and, i've never seen you jealous before."

"i'm not jealous."

"really? you're going to lie to me? you're literally my biggest partner in crime when it comes to picking up girls at bars, and you're going to tell me that i don't know when you like somebody?"

"i don't like her. and i'm not jealous."

xyriel presses her lips together and throws her arms up into the air to surrender. "okay, fine. whatever you say. you don't like her, whatever. get back to me when you're done being indenial."

"xyriel!"

"what?" xyriel laughs, rolling her eyes. "you want to choose this hill to die on tonight, so i'll leave you alone until you're ready to face the facts."

he glances at them one more time. with another roll of his eyes, he shifts in his seat to sit up and start eating his dinner once more. but all he can think about is her lips on his.

she sighs, kicking at the gravel from the cobblestone pathway that leads to their villa. she excused herself from the restaurant early; all the half hearted flirting with some random guy she'd met on the yacht earlier proving to be a lot more draining than she thought.

while she liked the attention and the compliments that were spewing from his mouth, even she knew that it was all just a ruse to get into her pants and she's just not interested in him like that. she had let him down easy when he insisted to walk her back here.

he easily understood and kind of snorted, pointing out that it's obvious that she's got a thing for logan.

the area surrounding their villa is quiet - she'd specifically requested for one that provides them a bit more privacy.

she walks back and forth the pathway leading to their front door, swaying as she plays with the maxi skirt she's decided to put on for dinner. she hops over every other tile then twirling slightly before repeating the same actions up and down the stones. if someone were to see her, they might think that she's crazy.

all she can think of is the way logan had kissed her last night and the way his lips tasted against her.

but every time she starts to swoon at the possibility of falling in love with one of the people who know her best, the image of him pressed up against another girl in her bikini flashes through her mind. it's been bringing her to the edge of tears just imagining what they'd done when they disappeared into the far back of the yacht alone.

she's only ever been with one guy; someone she barely even dated for six months when she was sixteen. it could hardly even be considered a relationship with the way that it had gone.

logan's been with many girls, be it relationships or just simply hooking up with them. maybe she should just accept the fact that she will eventually just turn into one of logan's girls.

but how do you move past that after being friends for ages?

"oh, i thought you'd be asleep by now." she plants her feet into the cobblestone she's just jumped on, slumping her shoulders as her eyes drift to the reflection of the intrusion on the sliding glass door that leads into the villa. "i didn't expect you'd still be awake."

she sucks in a shakey breath when she realises that logan is not alone while approaching the villa. she turns around and forces a smile to her face, her hair landing on one shoulder. "i was just doing some thinking. the villa is yours - don't let me intrude on your alone time."

she carefully eyes the unnamed girl clinging onto logan's arm, body pressed up behind him with a grin on her face. it's a different girl from earlier. seems that her predictions are absolutely right: he might not have even remember the kiss in the first place.

all of these are just in her head.

"actually, i think i'll just join them for some drinks. they're still at the bar, right?" she smiles, pointing in the direction that they'd just approached from.

"no, it's fine," logan smiles with a shakey breath. he turns around to say something to the girl he's with. she can hear her protesting softly and then logan uses a firm voice to answer her. eventually, the girl gives up and simply turns on her heel and walks away.

"what, you lost your hardon when you realised you couldn't shag her in peace or something?" she scoffs, watching the girl walk away and logan turns to face her. "my bad for staying awake past my bedtime. i hope i didn't cost you the love of your life."

logan furrows his eyebrows, hands on his hips. he doesn't necessarily appreciate her words but he knows that he deserves her mean streak. "shut up. you know i'm not like that."

"yeah, now more than ever," she laughs dryly, muttering under her breath as she turns away. "can't believe i kissed you back."

logan tilts his head. "sorry, what was that?"

"i said i can't believe that i kissed you back, you big dumb fucking idiot," she scolds, turning back to him. "i can't believe that i even thought you genuinely liked me back! well, now i know."

"know what?" yes, he is playing dumb. but it seems like the better option to go with rather than having to look her in the eye and crumble at the thought of them being together.

"that i'm just one of your girls," she sighs, throwing her arms into the air slightly. she shakes her head with a small smile on her face. "you think you know someone."

hearing her say that made logan feel guiltier. he genuinely does like her. days leading up to this trip, he couldn't get her out of his mind. all he could think of was holding her hand and doing everything he swore he wouldn't be caught doing with somebody until he was much older.

he would find himself lying awake at 2am thinking of her and all the places that he wants to bring her to. she makes him want to settle down and that thought scares him.

"for the record, i never want to talk to you again after this trip," she scoffs, stepping up towards the villa. she grabs her phone from the patio table and aggressively slides the glass door open. "i don't know who you think you are kissing me and then pretending like it didn't happen. i'm not going to allow myself to be one of the girls you fuck around with, logan. i'm not playing your games."

"oh, so you really messed up big time."

it's 5am. everybody but her is gathered at the dining table of their villa, wide awake from the coffee they decided to consume at midnight at the resort cafe.

oscar and lily arrived first, finding logan sitting on the front porch steps with his head in his hands in damn near tears. lily stepped up and asked him if something bad had happened and he tried his best to recount their interaction to the couple.

twenty minutes later, xyriel and leia joined them in hushed whispers and chips on the table. they've been here ever since.

"i know," logan rolls his eyes. "ugh, why did i kiss her? i never should have kissed her!"

"actually," xyriel perks up. "why did you kiss her?"

"have you looked into her eyes? i swear they're hypnotising!" logan tries to contain his yell, afraid that he might be the one to wake her from her slumber. "she was practically asking me to kiss her!"

"i hope you realise how fucking stupid you sound right now." logan follows the sound of the voice, seeing lily sipping on her water with her chin tucked in and eyes shot up to glare at him. "are you telling me that you're blaming her for all of this when you're the one that's been avoiding her?"

"no," logan whines, throwing his head back. he rubs his face roughly then drops his elbows against the wooden material. "god, she's just so pretty. i couldn't hold myself back from kissing her."

oscar raises an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with xyriel that's already giggling audibly. "you? have no self control?" he gasps. "no way."

"have you kissed her?" logan scolds, lifting his head to furrow his eyebrows at oscar. "exactly! you don't know what it's like! when i kissed her, i thought 'oh, god, i'm kissing my best friend'. and then she kissed me back! and i swear to you, our entire future played in my mind! like i knew i wanted to spend the rest of my life with her!"

"you're in love with her?" leia's eyes widen. "are you kidding?"

"i'm not in love with her!"

"i'm pretty sure you are," xyriel points out knowingly, slamming her palm on the table. "nobody thinks of the future with somebody if they're not in love with them!"

"is that why you hurled right after you kissed her?" lily frowns, disgust washing over her face. "you got scared at the thought of settling down with a girl?"

"not just any girl, come on!" logan cries, slamming the table softly. he pushes himself up, the seat dragging against the ground as he stands. "my best friend!" he turns to oscar. "our best friend! we literally had her period cycle memorised at some point!"

"gross." leia turns to oscar with a questioning stare.

"hey, we lived in her house. it was impossible to not know," oscar defends himself, rolling his eyes. "you're telling me you can't tell when she's got her period?"

"i guess you have a point."

"focus!" logan cries, throwing his head back in frustration. "guys, we're in the same sport too! what if that gets in the way? we both have our hopes and dreams - i can't risk that getting in the way of what we have."

"i hardly think that would be an issue," xyriel shrugs simply. "you're both adults. you should be able to put that aside and not let it affect a relationship."

"it could be worse," oscar agrees. "she could be an actress."

"what's that got to do with anything?" lily raises her eyebrow in confusion.

"i'm just saying it could be worse if she had to be paired up with men she'd have to be in love with," oscar shrugs with a small frown. "but i guess it's not that relevant to what we're talking about."

"that would be tougher, i suppose," xyriel whispers. she points at logan pacing back and forth, mumbling something about how this is all too much for someone like him. "i've never seen this guy jealous."

"i wasn't jealous!" logan says, turning to them. "guys, what do i do?"

"mate," oscar laughs, pointing at him and gestures at his state. "you're twenty years old. you should know what to do."

"thanks, that literally doesn't help me. at all."

"racing heartthrob doesn't know what to do with his feelings? that's interesting," leia grins, turning to xyriel with a nod. "but if (y/n) swore you off the way she did, there's not much we can do to help you. only you can say something to her to make this all better."

"you should know what to do. you guys fought a year ago, right?" logan frowns, tilting his head at leia. "what did you do?"

"i apologised," leia grins, pressing her lips together. "dude, our situations are completely different. you blew her off knowing she likes you. we fought over a school project and participation points. we are not the same."

"she expects a relationship out of me," logan says. "probably."

"actually, i suspect she wants to kill you more than get into a relationship with you right now," oscar points out with a teasing smirk. "but do carry on."

"i just don't know if i can give her that! i'm not one to settle down."

"what was that joke about guys getting their heart broken once then making it everyone's problem for the rest of their lives?" lily mutters, turning to xyriel with a smile.

"story of logan's life."

"if i knew you guys were going to be this unhelpful, i would have just called liam and asked him for advice."

"mate, he doesn't... he's not good at the advice either."

"exactly!"

"okay, dude," xyriel holds her hands out to halt all conversation. "it's easy. figure yourself out before you talk to her. when you do, tell her what's on your mind. explain it to her, and then apologise."

"what if she still doesn't want to remain friends? i don't want to lose her. she’s my best friend.”

“a little hurt,” oscar frowns with a hand to his heart.

lily shrugs. "consequences of your own actions."

“good morning,” she greets, the hem of her pyjamas dragging along the floor as she walks into the kitchen and dining area. “you’re making breakfast?”

“it’s noon, so technically lunch. i’m making eggs and bacon,” oscar mutters, craning his neck to look at her walk in. “scrambled or sunny side up for you?”

“i’m not hungry, thank you,” she smiles, walking over to him. she tiptoes with a hand to his back, cheeks touching as a greeting before she circles around him. “have they got a kettle? i want some tea.”

“bottom door next to the fridge,” lily speaks up, walking into the kitchen. “good morning everyone. have you guys seen xyriel anywhere? her door was left open.”

“she left to have breakfast at the restaurant with that one girl she met last night at the cafe,” oscar scoffs, leaning down to give a chaste kiss to his girlfriend that approaches him. “good nap?”

“cafe? you guys drank coffee last night?” the small girl scoffs, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she fills the kette with water. “what time did you turn in?”

“seven thirty,” oscar admits. “anyway, got anything planned today?” he exchanges a glance with lily, who pats his back as she passes him to navigate the kitchen for the fridge. “we’re going to the driving range to golf right after this.”

oscar finally scans her face, frowning when he notices her slightly puffy eyes and hoarse voice. had she cried before coming down for lunch?

“i’ll pass, thank you,” she grins politely. “i think i’m just going to stay in today. i’m not feeling like i wanna sweat.”

“oh, i think logan mentioned he didn’t feel like doing anything today either,” oscar lies. logan is actually joining them for golf. “doing anything together, perhaps? everything resolved?”

“no,” she frowns. “why, did he tell you anything?”

“no,” lily answers immediately. “joining us for golf then, i assume?”

she nods tiredly. “okay. could you make scrambled egg, then? i’ll go get my stuff ready.”

“oh, i thought you were staying in the villa this afternoon. i didn’t know you’d be here,” she mutters, arriving at the rendezvous oscar had told her to head to. “where are oscar and lily?”

“what? i was told you were staying in the villa today,” logan mutters, scrambling to sit up. he watches her carefully navigate the couch from the other end, opting to sit in the single seater couch far from him.

he scans her outfit, tilting his head. “made plans today?”

“oscar and lily asked me to join them at the driving range earlier,” she says, nodding with her lips pressed together. “have you seen them around? they asked me to meet at two — i’m five minutes late.”

“i don’t think i’ve seen them around,” logan shakes his head, pretending to look for the couple.

actually, she’d been avoiding him all morning. logan knocked on her door after he spent the better part of two hours thinking of what to say to her. she never answered the door.

after oscar made her lunch and he walked in to get some food for himself, she quickly excused herself to go back to her room, hanging her head low to avoid his longing gaze. which is exactly what they predicted would happen.

so oscar and lily started scheming once more.

true, the couple had planned to go to the driving range. but they decided to push it back a couple of hours to scheme for them.

“oh, then can you just let them know i’ll meet them at the driving range?” she smiles, standing up and dusting off her shorts. “if they happen to come by, of course. see you at dinner, logan.”

“okay, wait,” logan sighs, chasing after her. “can we talk? i really need to talk to you, i need to tell you why i kissed you.”

she smiles tiredly, tucking her chin in slightly. “let’s just forget it ever happened, okay? we’re on vacation; let’s not make it dramatic.”

“no, i don’t want to lose you,” logan frowns, taking her wrist into his hand. “please, let’s talk. there’s a couple of things i need to get off my chest. you’re my best friend.”

she rolls her eyes, smile still stuck on her face as she wiggles her wrist free from his grasp. “i just need some space, logan. you’re my best friend too — i didn’t mean what i said about never speaking to you again. but just give me some time.”

“just let me explain what went through my mind.” logan gently guides her back to sit on the couch, taking her hands into his. “i do have feelings for you. but-“

“but,” she emphasises, voice shaking as tears flood her eyes. “that’s exactly what i didn’t want to hear.”

“but if we get into a relationship, it’s going to complicate everything,” logan explains, shaking his head. “first off, we’ve practically lived together for 4 years. and then we’re in the same motorsport every time — i don’t want any of that to get in the way.”

“then why did you kiss me?” she swipes her hands from him and places it on her lap. she inches away from him slightly. “if you knew us getting involved with one another would get complicated, then why would you kiss me?”

“because i really do like you. but i don’t want to make things harder for us. we’re already in a cutthroat sport, moreso for yourself,” logan frowns, looking down to play around with his thumbs.

“and i wasn’t supposed to act on whatever feelings i’ve developed for you. but i looked into your eyes that night and,” he pauses to sigh and looks up to mert her eyes, “i just couldn’t help myself. i’ve been wanting to kiss you since we went to barcelona.”

“then why would you parade around with other girls after we kissed?” she asks, eyes trailing down to his nervous hands. “you made me feel so small, logan.”

“i got scared. you know me — i’m not typically a commitment type of guy,” he explains softly, reaching out hesitantly for her hand. “but you kissed me back and i felt something brewing in my stomach. something i’d never felt before about anyone. i’m terrified of whatever this is.”

she shakes her head. “i don’t understand,” she breathes. “are you saying that i’m not worth settling down for? is that how you see me, logan? after all these years; you don’t think i’m not the type of girl anyone should want to be better for?”

“no, i’m telling you i’m cowering away from how intense my feelings are for you. and i’m scared of ever hurting you,” he cooes. “i don’t ever want to hurt you. i don’t want to be the cause of your pain because of my ways. you know me — i’m not the best at relationships. i spent half of my life with oscar making sure you only receive the best.”

“so are you telling me you don’t want to be better for me?” a tear falls on her cheek, prompting logan to drop his head in shame. “that i’m not worth the trouble?”

“i didn’t mean it that way. i’m just explaining to you why i did what i did. please, just let me finish.”

“actually, i think i’ve heard enough,” she lets a sob pass her lips, a hand flying up to cover her mouth as more tears start rolling down her cheeks. she shakes her head as she starts to stand up. “honestly, logan, we would have been fine if you just let this fade away. but after hearing what you just said, i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. please just leave me alone.”

“okay, it’s because i think i’m in love with you,” logan spurts just as she turns around. she balls her fists by her side, freezing completely where she stands. “i know that i like you, but it’s scary because i think it’s more than just liking you.”

she turns around, furrowing her eyebrows. “you can’t just say that and think it will make all of this better.”

“i know it doesn’t. but whatever i feel, it’s bigger than me. i know the type of guy i want to be when i’m with you. nothing has ever been so clear to me,” logan rambles, taking a step forward.

she notes his step, mirroring it with a step backwards to maintain their distance. “you just said something else completely different to that.”

“give me a chance to show you, and i swear to you that i’ll love you proper,” logan breathes out. “no more games, no more push and pull, no more girls. just you and me.”

“and i’m supposed to believe you?”

“if you don’t, then it’s my fault. i never should have toyed around with your feelings in the first place,” logan shakes his head. “but if you give me a chance, i won’t ever fuck this up. i’ll be all yours. you will get the best parts of me and nothing less.”

she raises an eyebrow. “and oscar told you this was the way to go about this situation?”

“he gave me some advice.”

“it’s good advice,” she says softly with a small smile playing with her lips. she bites on the inside of her cheek. “no more girls? no more games? you promise?”

“i swear to you with my life,” logan smiles, taking a step forward. he puts his hands on her shoulders with a soft squeeze. “i will be the best boyfriend. i am only yours.”

“calm down. you’re not my boyfriend yet,” she mutters jokingly. “with the stunt you just pulled, you’ll be apologising to me for years to come.”

“i’ll apologise every single day,” logan smiles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “can i take you out on a date when we get back to the uk?”

she purses her lips together, biting back the growing smile on her face. she toys with the hem of her tshirt and swiftly turns away. “i’ll think about it. see you at dinner, logan.”

“see you at dinner, babe.”

“stop that!”

— bonus

“i thought you said you weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend yet,” xyriel scowls, peeking through the small gap on the door that leads into logan’s room in the villa. “did you guys fuck?”

logan, his bare shoulder peeking through the blanket that covers the rest of his body, lifts his head. “no. go away.”

“i know you’re naked,” xyriel whispers, pointing at him accusingly.

“we didn’t fuck, go away,” logan whispers at her, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl to pull her into his body. “we just slept. you know, as normal wholesome couples do.”

“we’re not a couple,” the small girl says, eyes closed as she pulls logan’s arm around her tighter. “he asked me to sleep in his room last night and he brushed my hair until i fell asleep.”

“aw, logan, you big softie,” xyriel teases. “okay, whatever. i’ll leave you to it. we need to check out by noon — be ready by then.”

they bid their goodbyes to the older girl, leaving the room in silence. logan lifts his head, rubbing her bare shoulder. “good morning.”

she turns around, eyes barely open as she faces him. “good morning,” she grins. “kiss me again; i miss your lips.”

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Hello ♡ may i request itoshi sae picking up his s/o from school But finds them being confessed to in the back of the building? Thank you!!

𝕊𝕒𝕖 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 :( 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 ^^

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟏𝟔𝟏 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (+ a hickey might be hinted)

The situation you are in right now is something you foresaw. The moment you opened the locker and a red envelope fell at your feet, you rolled your eyes in exasperation. Classes ended and it was finally time to confront the boy who watched you with heart eyes. You couldn’t run any further from this problem. You knew that he had the biggest crush on you since forever. Everyone saw that and you are not blind. He was a good kid, you got to work with him on a couple of projects. Nothing significant happened, but lately the guy seemed to be more and more attracted to you. Despite your efforts to not give him false hope, there you are, in the back of the school listening to your classmate stuttering out a confession. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so friendly, but you felt bad shutting him down, when he was always so nice and considerate of you.

You made the effort to let him finish what he had to say, resisting the urge to interrupt him and cut to the point. It’s the least he deserved, you thought. No matter how much you missed receiving any type of attention, you still have a boyfriend that you love and stay faithful to. Because of how often Sae travels, you’re pretty sure most of the school isn’t aware that the two of you are in a relationship. Therefore, you don’t blame the guy standing in front of you for shooting his shot.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you realized he stopped talking, waiting for your answer. You took a second to choose your words, so you can turn him down gently. “I’m really flattered that you feel this way, you’re really nice. However, I can’t reciprocate them. I’m in a relationship.”, your answer was short, precise, and you were quite pleased with it. Now you can breathe lightly after solving this situation as amicably as possible; or so you thought.

“You don’t have to lie to me just so that I don’t feel like shit.”, this wasn’t the reaction that you were expecting; your jaw dropped a little. You questioned his statement. “C’mon, (Y/N). Everyone in schools knows you are down bad for that Itoshi guy, but he’s obviously not into you. I don’t understand why all the girls are mad about him, but I know you are different. If only you’d give me a chance, you’d see how well I can treat you.”

Unbeknownst to you, this entire ordeal was being watched. Talk about timing. Sae came back a little earlier from his trip and made his way to your school, baggage and all, in hopes of surprising you. After waiting for a while in front of the gates, he took the liberty to enter the grounds, in search of you; and there you were, staring dumbfoundedly at the boy in front of you, as if he spoke a different language. Truth to be told, in that moment his ego spiked upwards. He always knew you were gorgeous (he would die before admitting it), but the fact that other people are taking interest in earning a place in your heart is tickling his self-esteem. Furthermore, he trusts you completely, no one can snatch you so easily from under his grasp. He listened further for his amusement.

At your classmate’s words, your brain froze. How are you even supposed to respond? You tried to reason with him to save the little bit of the class camaraderie that’s left. “I’m not sure if the news reached you, but me and ‘that Itoshi guy’ are in a relationship.” It was all futile, since the boy who confessed started laughing, as if you told him the funniest joke ever. The gesture was insulting by itself, but his following words were damaging his ‘good guy’ appearance even further. “Yeah, you and the other female students at this school. Don’t be delusional. I don’t understand why you keep lying, just say you don’t like me for fuck’s sake. Am I that bad that you prefer to pretend you’re dating someone you never will?”. At this point you are lowkey offended. You came to the conclusion that he won’t take no for an answer, so it’s pointless to waste your breath trying to convince him otherwise. You took a turn to flee the scene, but the classmate grabbed your wrist harshly. Your dear boyfriend got restless, preparing to leave the spot from where he was eavesdropping to come to your rescue, but he wasn’t fast enough. Before he even made a move, you slapped the harasser across the face with all your force, shouting a loud “go fuck yourself”, before making a run for it.

In your hurry, turning the corner, you bumped into a familiar figure. No other than Sae, standing there looking all smug with a big smirk blessing his features. He was waiting for you to jump in his arms, but got jabbed in the sides multiple times instead, while you kept complaining how he didn’t even move a finger to interfere. “Why would I, you seemed to handle it pretty well by yourself.”, you realized you are too tired to further argue, considering you just had your boundaries overstepped, so you gave in to your urges and went in for the hug with an exasperated sigh. Sae’s embrace was warm, comforting, despite his usual cold demeanor. You felt yourself relaxing as he stroked your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. The silence was interrupted by your boyfriend’s raspy voice. “What are you staring at? Get lost, trash.”

He was probably talking to that boy, but you couldn’t find it in you to care enough to remove your head from where it was nuzzled in his chest. You’re sure that you don’t have to explain yourself, but something in you keept pushing blabbering words out of your mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before about this guy. I knew he had a crush on me, but somehow, I let it get to this point. I even was stupid enough to think he was a genuinely kind person.”

Itoshi pondered over his answer. “Yeah, you kinda are stupid. I should put a collar on your neck with my name on it.,” his joke was met with another slap on his shoulder. He caught your wrists, before leaning in and placing his lips on your neck, sucking on the skin and grazing it between his teeth. The next day, he did not buy you a collar, but he did purchase a lovely silver necklace that had his initials engraved on it.

After that, rumor spread like wildfire and soon everyone knew about your relationship with the famous footballer. The news, of course, got some backlash from some butthurt girls and from your classmate, who forgot your name and kept calling you a slut instead. Not that you would care anyway.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! :)

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aajjks · 1 year

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Fa(i)lling (JJK.)

synopsis. He’s so embarrassing, pathetic, super bad at lying and hopelessly in love with you.

pairing: secret soft yandere simp!jungkook x barista!reader.

warnings. Soft yandere, fluff, manipulation, obsession, lying, mentions of stalking, he’s such a pathetic fool in love 😭, fluffy fluffy fluffy!!

note. happy late Valentine’s Day 💌 share ur thoughts & ENJOY! HAPPY HOBI DAYYY! 🥹🫶💌

part two of CRUSH.

Jungkook doesn’t like you.

And maybe the why his heart is pounding so abnormally fast is because he just wants to get over with this, he’s trying to convince himself; that,

That’s the reason why he is feeling all of these sickly feelings in his stomach.

But he knows in his heart, that’s not the reason.

The reason is you.

You, you who he wants to hate so bad.

But too bad that he’s so obsessed with you.

Jungkook taps his feet on the marble floor, his fingers bounce on the black table as he waits for you to come.

God, he’s so pathetic.

Why is he like this? And the biggest problem was? He needed to think of an excuse.

He obviously couldn’t tell you that he was here stalking— no, he wasn’t stalking you! He was just…. watching you,

No, that sounds even more creepy.

He is chewing on his lower lip, he’s biting on the meat so hard that it feels painful, “Jungkook?” He almost feels startled by your voice.

But the man immediately fixes his posture and clears his throat. You give him a sweet look as you sit down infront of him, the coffee’s in your hand.

Jungkook can’t help but wonder what you like? What if you guys have similar tastes? That would be nice— no, he stops his thoughts from getting ahead.

He should stop being so delusional.

Stop thinking, idiot.

“So here’s your coffee…” you begin the conversation, he notices the cold brew as you pass it to him, his cheeks tighten when he realises that it’s the same for the both of you,

And he likes it too. He can feel he’s blushing, your eyes are looking at him, you can sense his flustered state, just by his expressions.

Shit, I’m so fucking embarrassing!

Jungkook wants to drown in the ocean. He’s sure he’s having heart eyes like in the cartoons.

“I hope you’ll like it, what did you want to talk about?” You cross your hands, he sighs, he can’t bring himself to calm down, its like his body is on fire.

Why do you make him feel so helpless?

“U-Um..” he avoids your e/c eyes, he hates your eyes, so much, they’re so hypnotic,

and he can’t afford to speak the truth so he needs so focus.

“Can you..” he’s thinking so hard about it, Jungkook is the biggest idiot in the world, if only he could slap himself.

He can’t come up with anything that sounds believable.

Well it’s too late, now or never.

“Can you tutor me?”

You almost choke, he closes his eyes so you don’t sense the nervousness, “i-it’s just that I really can’t stand physics… I fuckin’ hate it.” He almost doesn’t stutter.

He is getting good at this.

“Because I’m almost failing it.”

He wants to see you often, more.

“Look yn you can’t refuse!”

“Ex-Excuse me?”

“Be my teacher I mean! J-Just agree already please!” Jungkook’s eyes are now open and wide, his tone is borderline desperate but yet he sounds so demanding.

Way to go jungkook! He thinks to himself. He leans closer to the table, “please?”

“U-Um okay, I guess?” You reply, you’re so confused. “But I can’t give you much of my time.”

He’s confused too, but he doesn’t regret his lie.

“What do you mean?”

“… I tutor a guy in my calculus class so… we need to discus and adjust on the timings.”

Jungkook’s jaw is clenching, he feels his skin itch at that, he needs your time only on him.

Fuck that dude.

“But I need you- i-i mean your attention- tutoring wise more!” He argues. “I think I’m failing calculus too!”

Another lie. What the fuck is wrong with me.

“Please agree yn… I’ll pay you double! I need you-your time! Ditch that guy!”

He’s so fucking pathetic.

“Umm… Jungkook okay?” You nod, seemingly in deep thoughts.

He finally sighs in relief and takes a sip of his coffee, it’s hard for him to contain his growing smirk but he can’t let you find him weird.

“Thank you! So… you like whip cream on your brew?”

He’s so dumb.

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gaysindistress · 3 months

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Связи (n.) connections - five

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Pairings: mob!bucky x reader Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.” Word count: 2.5 k Warnings: cursing gaysindistress masterlist | four | series masterlist

He fucking called me by her nickname; Lisichka.

As if forcing me to marry him, comforting me the way he used to for her, and then trying to lie to me by saying they were never together wasn’t enough. I know I told myself that I could let him love a ghost but this is too much. I can’t be her replacement.

His eyes flash for a moment before he follows me and has a door slammed in his face. It immediately opens and the sight of him standing in my doorway pisses me off to no end.

“Get out,” I grit out and my fingers itch for the department issued gun that’s locked in my nightstand drawer.

Ever the quiet and observing man, he narrows his eyes at me and then scans the room before shouldering even further in. We both know I wouldn’t make it to my nightstand before he could draw his own weapon or tackle me. So I have to let him in even if it makes my stomach rotten at the idea of having him in the same room as me after calling me her pet name.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Ask nicely.”

“We’re past pleasantries, your royal high-ass.”

“That’s an interesting nickname,” he chuckles. The sound is half mocking and half sinister. How my sister ever put up with him and how I ever had a crush on him is beyond me.

“I have plenty more where that came from,” I snapped at him and then pointed to the door, “now get out.”

He makes a show of looking over his shoulder at the door before taking another step closer to me, “and I said to ask nicely.”

“Maybe,” I start and step closer to him as well, “ if you weren’t the world’s biggest fucking asshole, I would but you are and I’m on edge so get the fuck out now.”

Amusement flickers on his face before it fades back into his usual stone cold expression. “Tell me why you stormed off and then I will.”

A sarcastic laugh explodes from me before I can stop it. “Like it really fucking matters to you,” I scoff and turn away to put as much space between us as possible. His cologne, his presence, his fucking stare is too overwhelming. “You can say you weren’t together but we all know that’s a lie. I know that’s a lie. You haven’t had any trouble telling me the truth even when it fucking hurts so what’s different now? Why can’t you just admit that there was something between the two of you and just… just stop pretending that I’m her.”

That last word is weaker and much quieter than I meant but he heard me. The whole penthouse could’ve heard me with how eerily silent and echoing it is.

It's penetrative, the silence. All consuming and forceful as it finds a way into every square inch of the room and leaves nothing left untouched by its cold hands. Before I was adopted, I would pretend the silence and I were friends as I stared into the dark void of night as I laid in bed. The other girls were afraid of me because I wasn’t scared of the dark like them but it was due to their fear that I wasn’t scared. When you’re left alone with nothing but gut wrenching silence and aching isolation, it should be no surprise that you’d make friends with it.

Now it feels like my old friends have turned their backs on me and taken the side of Bucky. What rotten creatures they all are.

“You want the truth about nat and I? We were never together because of you. She knew that you had some stupid teenage girl crush on me and she knew that it would break you if we got together. She refused to let some guy, as she put it, get between the two of you. Believe me, I’m not pretending that you’re her.”

I suck in a shuddering breath. It feels like a punch to the face but it shouldn’t. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about this marriage. I shouldn’t care that his harsh tone makes me feel like a child again or that it was me that kept them apart.

I shouldn’t care.

“Now tell me why you stormed off.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I mutter under my breath. I drop onto my bed and fiddle with the unraveling end of a blanket, dragging it into my lap as I try to tuck it back into place. The blues, reds, and creams make me think Steve made this one but the shooty handiwork tells me that it was me with his guidance.

Bucky’s footsteps are silent as he enters my view and crouches in front of me. Thank god he doesn’t touch me but his body still cages me in so if I tried to get up, I’d run right into his chest.

“Lisichka.”

I try to suppress my flinch but he sees it. The deep sigh he lets out tells me that he was testing me and got the answer he wasn’t hoping for.

“You can’t treat me like her and then say that you’re not doing just that.” I can’t bring myself to look at him so I stare at the blanket in my lap. “You’ve completely destroyed my life in a matter of weeks. The least you could do is treat me with some respect and leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want? For me to give you space?”

I break my fixation and find him already staring intently at me.

“No. I want to put a bullet in you and watch you bleed out. Then I want to walk out that door,” I tell him with a shaking voice as I point to the door behind him, “and never look back because I’d have control over my life again. I want to disappear into the world and have peace of mind knowing that you paid for all of the shit that you’ve done to the world, to my sister, to me.”

My cruel words don’t seem to affect him. “I’ll make you another deal; after all of this is said and done, I’ll let you do that. Tomorrow I’ll have Sam set up a fund for you so that you won’t have to worry about money.”

I narrow my eyes at him as they dart between him, searching for any hint of his silver tongued ways.

“I’m going to kill you, James Buchanan Barnes. Whether it be for business or for pleasure, I will kill you.”

He holds my stare as he accepts my promise, “and I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

Wanda is by far the most intimidating woman I’ve met besides my mother and sisters. She commands a room to be silent by simply clearing her throat and makes even the most egotistical of men shrink under her sharp gaze. She’s watching me with unwavering eyes as she hums along with someone on the phone. When she sets the phone back on the receiver, she rolls her eyes and rubs her eyebrow.

“Why is it that everyone is so damn incompetent? Hm? Why can’t people just do their jobs without having to be babysat? I’m over it, y/n, I’m over it.” She sighs and leans back into her chair. “But you, you’ve always done what I asked and I wouldn’t hear from you until you gave me the report.”

“Why am I here?” I know better than to cut off her monologues but I don’t have the patience anymore.

“I can’t move Carol off the case but I don’t want her anywhere near you. She’s a loose fucking cannon and I don’t want to deal with her overprotective attitude right now. I’m sending you undercover with minimal contact.”

Shifting in my uncomfortable chair, I furrow my brows at her, “what do you mean undercover?”

“Well obviously you can’t go in under an assumed identity but I’m orchestrating your public termination so you can do a deep dive and get the evidence I need to arrest Alexei.”

“My public termination?” I blink at her with mild surprise. “You're going to ruin my reputation and any chance I have to come back to a normal life after this if you do that.”

Wanda’s eyes harden, “y/n you’re so beautiful but so naive. This operation has been in the works since the moment you stepped foot in America. Every move that you’ve made has been because I made it happen. Every thought you’ve had has been because I’ve planted it there. Everything that’s happened from then to now has been my doing. Ive spent years plucking strings and pulling favors and I will not let you of all people fuck this up for me now. You’re going to be terminated and it will be all over the papers so that no one even bats an eye. You will find me the fucking paper trail that leads to Alexei’s shipments and connects him to Dreykov’s murder and you will do it with a fucking smile.”

I now have four people on my shit list; my father, my husband, my ex girlfriend, and this red headed fed.

I can’t even be upset by yet another shitty revelation about how my life has been a lie. Just as she put it, I’m over it, Wanda I’m over it.

A sigh isn’t enough to describe the way I push out all of the air from my lungs. I remind myself of a disappointed dad but then again my father is the disappointment in our relationship.

“Anything else you want from me? My right lung? My kidney? My heart?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Wanda scoffs lightly and waves me off. “If I wanted those, I would’ve taken them already.”

“Well,” I click my tongue and push out of my chair, “if that’s all, then I’m going to use my savings to buy all the strippers and blow money can buy.”

Wanda gives me a bored and almost annoyed look. “Dont fuck this up and definitely dont do that. I won’t bail you out of jail or let anyone else for that matter.”

“At this point being locked up would be preferable to the shitshow you’ve made out of my life. At least there I could get some fucking peace and quiet.”

With that I walk out of her office and nearly run into the third person on my shit list; Carol.

“Oh for the love of god,” I mumble under my breath and slide past her. She goes to grab my arm and before I can even realize what I’m doing, I have my gun drawn on her and the entire precinct is on high alert.

“Y/N stand down.” Tony’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as he approaches from behind. His hands are out in front of me to show he’s not a threat and I immediately drop my stance to hand him the gun. My eyes are still on Carol as I let Tony disarm and cuff me. He goes to pull me away after the tight metal is around my wrists but I hold my position.

I mumbled “пошла на хуй” before spitting at her feet. Tony gives my bound arms a sharp tug. The disgusted look on Carol’s face satisfies the Shostakov in me and I half stumble over myself to follow after the police captain.

I catch Wanda’s eye on the way to Tony’s office. She’s pleased but is trying to hide it.

Good. I just made her job that much easier.

“You got yourself fired?”

Rubbing at my sore wrists, I roll my eyes at Sam’s question. “No, I was actually promoted. I’m now the chief of police for all of the NYPD.”

“I could do without the sarcasm, fuck stick,” he grumbles back as he makes a hard left turn, sending me flying around in the backseat.

“And I could do with the rude names and being thrown around like I’m a pinball.”

“Don’t be an ass to me then.”

“It goes both ways.”

“Enough both of you,” Bucky finally groans from the passenger seat. He twists in his seat enough to point at me, “and you need to cap your anger issues. The last few outbursts may have worked in your favor but it isn't going to go your way every time. Like it or not, you’re expected to be the face of my Bravta as my advisor as well as my wife.”

“пошла на хуй.”

Bucky’s brows furrow at the insult, “пошла на хуй? Seriously Y/N?”

“Oh was I not clear enough the first time? I’ll say it in English then; go fuck yourself.”

Sam stifles a chuckle and is rewarded with a hard glare from Bucky.

“Think about it; after being MIA for years, the lost Shostakov daughter turns up in the NYPD with an incredibly successful career and is known for working with the feds but now she wants back in? Doesn't that all seem suspicious to you? Everyone is going to be watching you and looking for a reason to kill you before Antonia does.”

“I don’t need your advice, Bucky. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you though? Does that fed Wanda or your captain Anthony know what they’re getting themselves into?”

“There’s a difference,” I spit out while years of unchecked teenage rage that was never released comes to the surface, “Alexei is my father. I know how his mind works. I know his weaknesses and his strengths. I know who he’s going to trust and who he won’t. I know how he likes his morning coffee. I even know when he’s going to shit for god's sake.”

Bucky isn’t impressed by me at all. But then again this is the king of being cold and indifferent we’re talking about here. He’s also single handedly the most attractive yet infuriating man I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone as badly as I do him while also wanting to break his nose. It’s truly my worst nightmare.

“Are you done?”

My face screws up in shock and pure rage. “What the fuck kind of question is that? ‘Are you done?’ You Козёл, I should cut your fucking…”

Sam can’t contain his laughter anymore and lets it all out. My husband joins in with his own laughter and my jaw drops from their audacity.

I’ve apparently lost the ability to intimidate people so I cross my arms over my chest and slump back into the seat.

“I’m glad you two can find the humor in all of this.”

Their laughter doesn’t stop but it lessens to mere chuckles and Sam even wipes a few tears away. Bucky turns to face me again and is greeted with a death stare to rival Nesta Acheron’s.

“You called me a goat. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have laughed if the roles were reversed.” He says in a breathy tone. I only hardened my glare. “I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t right to laugh at that but y/n, you need to watch your back. I need you to watch your back.”

Quite frankly I don’t care what he wants or needs. I don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore. If I’m expected to play the part of Alexei’s daughter and Bucky’s wife then fine, I’ll do it but it's going to be on my terms.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #mob au #mob!bucky barnes imagine #Связи (n.) connections #Связи (n.) connections bucky x reader #mob bucky au #mob!au #mob!bucky

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yanderemommabean · 7 months

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You know a concept stardew fans seem to not bring up? How wonderfully pathetic Yandere Clint would be. Like he is such a pathetic and insecure guy but I have a feeling he can become dangerous if in the right circumstance. Like we know he’s a blacksmith and you’ve even mentioned he’d make cuffs/chains. So what if he decided enough was enough and chose to take his beloved for himself.

I can already imagine how it happens; After so many years of pining for Emily, he’s grown tired of being alone and can’t work up the nerve to talk to her… But then a charming new farmer arrives and he can’t help but fall head over heels! He tries to deny his love for the farmer since he doesn’t want his years of loving Emily to feel like they went to waste, but the farmer seems to naturally grab his attention. He starts using his crush on Emily as an excuse to ask for the farmer’s help, but in actuality just wants to get close to them.

But naturally, the farmer has both men and women fawning over them and Clint feels threatened by this. He closes up out of fear of rejection and is terrified that he’ll end up pining for the farmer just like Emily. He doesn’t want this and decides that his only course of action would be to take the farmer away from everyone else.

(Sorry if you’re not up for discussions of stardew valley, I just remembered seeing one of your posts during my dive into the tags)

Omg??? I can’t believe I never considered this option. I’m not the biggest fan of Clint but he hasn’t really done anything for me to hate him, so this really puts him in a new light!

He really does just want someone to love him and once he finally gets someone to show even a shred of attention to him, he makes sure to hold an iron grip. He doesn’t want to hurt the farmer, not ever, but sometimes in order to have what you want you have to do some…questionable things.

Such as spreading rumors that you up and left once the bus was fixed, finding the town horrible and the people obnoxious. The whole town is left broken hearted and bitter about it but Clint seems more or less unphased. Swears he’s just not that attached to you and you leaving was sad but won’t hurt his life.

They all go with that lie too. They don’t question the banging coming from his shop because well, he’s a blacksmith, heavy clanging and banging is apart of the job. They don’t pay attention to certain marks and scars along his arms either, probably just apart of his job too, accidents happen.

Gunther started poking around a bit too much but a brutally busted display and some broken museum artifacts made him stay in his place. He didn’t know who did it, but his job and reputation isn’t worth the risk.

All of this while you’re locked in a new addition to his shop, beneath his bedroom, nice and locked up where no one can take you. It’s nice that you’ve learned to stop screaming for help, your poor throat used to get so sore!

It’s nice to have all this alone time with you too. Most of the town stays away from his shop, not really needing anything unless they want to sell some odds and ends. Just you, and him, and all the time in the world.

-Mommabean

#mommabean #yandere Clint #yandere stardew valley #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere prompts

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sqpphos · 2 years

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another story similar to sleepovers with mike where mike is the reader’s pervy childhood best friend but the reader doesn’t know it

also i love your writing style <3

this whole concept has been stuck on mind. has me running laps and rolling on the ground because i love it.

nsfw content [16+], mike being a perv (obv), some mentions of masturbation if u squint, mike is 19!!

i feel like mike would’ve hated himself for having a crush on you. like his biggest fear would be you finding out and losing you over it. and his pining slowly turning to sexual yearning made him feel even worse. because who the hell feels that way about a friend they grew up with?

but in a way mike was also grateful that he was your best friend. it just made it so much easier for him to hide his perverted habits and easily pass it off as you two being close.

he would definitely get off on the fact that you’re so oblivious to just how much of a pervert he is. knowing that you don’t know that he’s the reason why your personal belongings (specifically your panties and bras) go missing has him reeling. he’s your best friend! of course you don’t find it weird when he snoops around your room!

and when you actually believe that they just somehow turn up in his laundry, maybe from when you were over at the wheeler house and showered there, he actually believes he’s on top of the world. cause you’d never think that your best friend would ever lie to you.

you think he’s just the sweetest guy in the world! always looking after you at any moment. especially when you wear low cut shirts! he’ll make sure to let you know about some of the creeps who keep staring and let’s you borrow one of his jackets to cover up. but he’ll also have to excuse himself to the bathroom at the same time, and will come back with a flushed face and labored breaths.

he also always manages to catch the way your shoelaces are untied before you do, and he always insists to tie them for you. you’re so grateful that he makes sure you don’t trip, while he’s taking in the time he gets to stare up your skirt.

and you obviously don’t find it weird when his hands are on you. you and mike have always been touchy since you were young, and he obviously doesn’t mean to let his hands get dangerously close to your breasts. it’s an accident! he can’t help that his hands are so big and can cover a large expanse of your body.

mike’s your best friend. he only has good intentions.

#passing notes. ˖◛⁺⑅♡#⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ rey writes.#mike wheeler #mike wheeler imagine #aged up mike wheeler #aged up! mike wheeler #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler x reader

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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bruised || ksj

⇝ title: bruised - Seokjin is intentionally trying to make your day harder but two can play that game. ⇝ pairing: seokjin x f!reader ⇝ genre: smut ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 1k ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | a bit of mma training/fighting | seokjin with tattoos is definitely a warning | not so decent public acts | dry humping/grinding | scissoring/tribing.. whatever you want to call that but (yeah, i said it) | dom!reader | sub!seokjin | they both have a small crushing fetish | wrist pinning | ruined orgasm | open ending ⇝ author’s note: Written for the Catch of the Century collab. Thanks for having me and sorry it’s late.

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“Asshole!”

Your flesh smacks the mat as your body is slammed hard. Once again, Seokjin has managed to make you look like an idiot. The gym has been closed for hours now, but he still wants to practice and make you suffer for a vendetta he has against you.

“If you fight like this next week, you’re going to be the biggest disappointment in history,” he taunts.

You lie on your back, allowing your head to loll in his direction. As he brings the water bottle to his lips, he glances over at you, catching you in the act. Quickly, you revert your gaze to the ceiling.

As you’re focusing on the light fixtures, you curse your trainer for checking out on you and sending his egocentric son as his replacement. Someone you haven’t seen since your rookie career. The same guy that was so sure he’d hook up with you but was left in shambles when you rejected him.

You groan and pull yourself up, feeling his eyes follow you.

“Will you stop it? You know you aren’t trying to help me.”

You don’t have anything against him, but he just irks your nerves.

You sit on the ropes, tying your shoelaces before you two go at it again. When you look up, you find him removing his hoodie. His white loose-fitting tank does not cover any of the ink drawings covering his biceps and forearms. Again, he catches you staring, making you want to slap yourself for feeding into his already overflowing confidence.

“Then why am I here?”

You see that he’s getting into position again, so you mimic his stance. The smirk on his face only riles you up, and you make up your mind that he’ll be the one who hits the mat this time.

“One more,” he suggests. “If you can handle me.”

“Handle you?”

When he nods, you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“You can be full of me too if you want,” he winks.

Your mouth falls open after hearing his lewd remark. “You’re so disgusting.”

“I heard you were into that.”

“I’ll kill you!”

You get into position, and he counts down, rushing you at the final second, but this time he’s unsuccessful. He’s been relying on his strength to overpower you, but you have speed, and you use it to your advantage.

Seokjin’s back hits the mat with a thud and his eyes grow wide when you straddle him. He’s too shocked to move, but he can’t anyway because your thighs are squeezing him tight.

“Aw. That’s the same face you were wearing when I said I didn’t want your number,” you tease. “It hurts to take a loss, doesn’t it?”

“Get off me.”

His tone turns bitter, and you relish the moment of his defeat.

“Do you really want me to?”

He almost chokes. “Uh..”

“Uh?”

“Not really,” he gulps.

You can feel his palms starting to sweat as you pin his wrists to the mat.

“Well, tell me where I should sit.”

“Maybe a little lower?”

You lift a brow, smirking as his face begins to turn red.

“I think I know what you want, Seokjin.”

You drop your ass right on his crotch, drawing a whimper from his lips.

“I can handle you. But can you handle me?” you quiz.

The bulge growing in his pants presses against your center, piquing your curiosity more and more. Your thin spanks don’t provide much of a barrier, so you can feel everything.

Though you aren’t fond of Seokjin, you are interested in knowing if the “good reviews” are accurate. You can’t tolerate his large ego, but when he’s turning into a puddle beneath you, he’s more enjoyable.

“I was made for this.”

“Oh.”

You release his wrists from your grasp and place your hands on his broad shoulders. The first thing he does is touch your thighs and his slender fingers begin to explore your skin.

With your weight smothering his cock, you glide back and forth, using the friction to stimulate your clit. Seokjin bites back his moans, not wanting to appear worked up so easily but you make it your priority to make him lose control quickly.

You move into a different position, putting your knee on the mat while your other leg is thrown over his body. You can feel his dick jumping, his thigh muscles tightening like he has tension building in his core. He begs, but you don’t show him any pity.

“You have to take it easy,” he pants. “I might–”

“Come in your pants? I hope you do–”

“Hey, are you almost done? I gotta lock up.”

You’re quickly standing on your feet as the custodian’s voice travels through the empty gym. Seokjin does the same and the two of you pretend as if nothing’s happened.

“We’ll just be a few more minutes,” Seokjin answers.

The man is annoyed but agrees and leaves the room. Seokjin grabs your arm before you can rush and gather your belongings.

“This isn’t over,” he mutters.

You pat his chest with a smile.

“I never said it was. Meet me in the showers?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Well, you should go get it ready while I grab my shit, yeah?”

He nods. “For sure.”

Seokjin leaves the cage and makes his way to the locker rooms. Little does he know; you won’t be joining him. You pack your bag and rush to your car to head home.

You’ll tend to his bruised ego eventually, but right now, you’ll enjoy having fun with him.

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Regret and guilt, forgive or forget?

Chapter two: Camp reunion

Steve harrington x Plus-size reader x Luke Patterson.

Prev. Or. Next.

Plot: You’ve arrived at camp, finally after needed a break. You reunite with your friends after four years of not seeing them. Feeling started to show up again and he returns them. You couldn’t deny how he makes you feel. Maybe things will happen if you let them. It’s a Sumer full of love.

Notes: Is this a Julie and the phantoms cross over? Yes. So don’t come after me. Also I really like this chapter but I hate the way it’s written but it look me so many hours to finish so I’m not redoing it. So it sucks, my apologies. I tried something new.

Warnings: Nothing really you’ll just have to find out. No spoilers.

The girl stepped out of the bus and onto the ground. The suns heat hit her skin as the she heard other people chatter loudly.

"Welcome to Camp Symphony" A girl with a camp t-shirt on handed girl hand her a paper with the map of the camps grounds.

The H/c girl smiled and said her thanks, she looked around at all the people getting of the buses and the forest around her.

She started heading towards the big wooden building that everyone was going to. It was beautiful out here, to the trees and the stone paths. She could see some flowers and buildings in the distance.

Once she was half way there a voice called out from behind her.

"Hey beautiful, miss me"

Y/n stopped and her heart start to pick up, a warmth in her body started to rise up because she knew that voice. She knew who he was. So a smile found its way to her face as she turns around.

A boy with shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes and light pale skin. His muscles poked out his sleeveless shirt, and she wasn’t surprised that he had that one. But the smile on his handsome face is what made her feel at home. She missed him. No, she missed them.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” She tilted her head in question but he knew to well by the cocky look on her face that she was joking.

“Me? That depends, have you seen me in your dreams” he stepped closer and gave her a smirk. He knew how to flirty with girls but this wasn’t something new that he did to her. This was their thing.

“Only in my nightmares” At her words he swing his hands up to his heart acting hurt. “Oh you wound me” she tried her best not to laugh.

“I’m y/n” She held her hand for him to shake and he didn’t even look down at her hand and only at in her eyes. “Luke” He took her hand and shakes it.

It was silent as they both looked at one another. With only a few seconds of staring at each other, they quickly moved towards the other and into a embrace.

He wrapped his arms around her wider body and pulled her close, and she did the same to him. Best friends reunited again after all the time away from each other.

“You can’t believe how happy we are to have you back” He let out a happy chuckle as he still held onto her waist while pulling apart.

“I needed a break. You guys are family and I missed you, if I didn’t miss you so much I wouldn’t be out here in the hot ass Sun” Non of that was a lie but she was really happy to be here.

“Then we should get you inside? Benny goes over everything and the guys are in there” He stepped away and took ahold of her hand.

She giggled as he pulled her to the building. She forgot about everything else but this moment. Hawkins, her other friends. Or the man that left her heartbroken.

As he dragged you into the doors of the big building you saw rows of people and some empty ones as people where still getting here. It was a lot of people and it made you feel intimidated since you were the biggest girl in the room. Or people will have their eyes on you.

“Most people are nice here. Plus you have us” he watched as you looked around the room and he remembered how you got. He turned away to look for the rest of your small group but before he could stop what was about to happen. It happened.

You felt a big impact crush into you and wrapped around you. Two boys hugged you and cheered as they held you tight, you let out laughs but then also felt suffocated.

“It’s y/n” another dark haired boy said while into your neck. “I figured that out” a blond taller boy said from over your shoulder. Your arms patted both their backs.

“Hello to you too” they finally pulled away and you could see the happiness on their faces.

“You look amazing” The darker haired boy, the one you knew as Reggie, the biggest flirt you knew, gave you a wink. But Luke pushed him back a bit so he stopped.

“What he means to saying is that you look great.” The blond one, Alex said. You knew he wasn’t flirting with you since he wasn’t into people like you. He wasn’t into girls at all.

“Right back at you guys. We seem to have all grown up a little since the last time” They all nodded. Alex started to walk into the sitting row and all of you followed.

“I can’t believe you came” They all missed you so much. “To be honest I wasn’t planning on it” You took a set down next to alex and Reggie was about to set next to you but Luke pushed him out the way when you weren’t looking.

“What do you mean by that” Luke asked while sitting next to you.

“Well I had a lot of plans this summer, then” you stopped when the memory’s you just forgot about came back. “It was suddenly freed up” they looked at you in worry. Alex looked in pity.

Luke stared at you from the side and noticed your body language and the sadness hint in your eyes that wasn’t there before. He was going to ask but got interrupted.

“Good morning campers” A boys voice came through the microphone as everyone took their seats. You looked forward and saw him at the front of everyone.

“I am so glad to see all your beautiful faces here today.” Luke rolled his eyes and you caught him in the acted and leaned close to him.

“What’s that about” you whispered at him and he just shook his head.

“You’ll see” And you leaned back and watched as he went on.

By the end of it, your face was red and almost all the other girls were too. The guy Benny, Luke mentioned earlier, had taken his shirt off for some reason that you couldn’t remember.

“Now that we’re at the end, you guys have been spread into teams for four. Some of you payed extra to get into groups with friends. Others are paired randomly and by age.” You kicked yourself for not even checking for the opinion.

“I see why you don’t like him” You giggle at Luke and he nodded his head. “He didn’t even have a good reason for it” you shrugged at his comments and stared back at the shirtless guy.

“He has a good reason to me” Alex nodded in agreement from beside you.

“Oh please, he isn’t half as jacked as I am” Luke said flexing his muscles. You rolled your eyes and got up with the rest of them, to the front to get your schedule.

“It’s not about being super jacked, I mean Steve isn’t jacked” you didn’t fully understand what you said until you said it. For a moment you forgot you and him weren’t together.

“Steve?” Reggie and Luke questioned you at the same time. But Alex tensed up.

“Who? Oh look it’s the girls line” you quickly went over to the line of girls and hoped they would forget about it and not question you later.

“Who the hell is Steve” Luke walked with them. “No clue” Alex replied quickly but Reggie had he’s own ideas and a grin grew in his face.

“Maybe it’s her boyfriend” Luke’s head spun towards up at reggie. You would have told him, right?

��Guys stop she clearly didn’t want to talk about it. Leave it for another day, it’s time to have good times like we used to” Alex pointed out. They both nodded to agree but Luke couldn’t stop thinking about you having a boyfriend.

As you got your schedule you waited for them in the corner of the room. But they aren’t the only once’s who noticed you or wanted your attention.

“You must be new” A voice you recognized said from close behind you. You turned around to see the boy named Benny who spoke earlier. He had a shirt on this time.

“Oh yeah I have friends who invited me.” You smiled at him with your schedule in hand. “Well, I’ll have to thank them” He flashed a smile and you almost couldn’t believe that he was talking to you.

“Y/n” You both looked towards the area your name had been called. You saw your friends walking towards you and relief washed over you.

“Have you looked at your schedule yet” Alex was the first to come over and talk like he didn’t even see Benny.

“No” you answered him. Reggie came over in the other side of you. Luke however stayed close to Benny almost to protect you if he went too close.

“Patterson” Benny glared at Luke as he did the same but with with a smirk. “Madden” Luke replied and crosses his arms.

“Well I have to get things done, it was nice meeting you y/n” Benny smiles at you but glares at all of the boys around you before walking off.

“Is he that bad?” You asked as they nodded.

“Each year he finds someone new, then has his way then repeats” You made a “o” with your mouth and looked down at your paper.

“It’s says I’m in group…” You looked at the name and a huge grin spends its way onto your lips as you looked up.

“Patterson” Luke winked at you. “You think I’d let you go with anyone else then us” he put his arm around your shoulders and brought them close.

“You paid for me?” You couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering at the thought he would do that for you. He stared right into your eyes and a spark you haven’t noticed before caught your eyes.

“Of course i would” the other two boys looked between you two and gave the other knowing looks.

“I’d do anything for you” He didn’t say those words out loud but he thought them.

“Thank you” you give him a smile and then looked at the others not to make it look weird or anything. “Can you show me around?” Reggie was the first to pop up at your side.

“My lady” He held out his arm for you to take and of course you took it, gigging in the process. And then he dragged you off.

“I just noticed how you haven’t changed” Alex put his hands in his pockets while they watch you walk off with Reggie.

“What are you taking about?” Like tore his gaze from you and to Alex confused.

“You still have a crush” The smirk on Alex face and his words made Luke flustered.

“I do not” Alex raised a brow as Luke crosses his arms and puffed out his now red cheeks.

“You look at her like you did when we were kids, and trust me I know when you have a crush. I’m the one you come to when you ask about what to get girls” Alex explained but luke wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m just happy to see her again, no romantic involved. Now lets go before he does something stupid” Luke walked away from Alex.

“Idiot” Alex mumbled a huff and followed Luke.

It’s been five days since you’ve arrived at the camp, and you couldn’t believe all the fun you’ve been having. You haven’t seen your friends in three years and you missed their company so much.

“I can’t believe you said that” you guys finally walking back to camp from a day of exploring. It was getting dark at the camp, and they were going to have some sort of sing along.

“It’s true! He couldn’t even sing. What was i supposed to do” Luke raised his voice slightly and you just shrugged a laugh.

“Something other then that.” You carefully walked over the tree roots. Alex and Reggie walked in front of the two of you.

“He wasn’t leaving” Alex added and you gasped a bit. “Not you too” he only put his hands up. “You weren’t there”

You guys came back into the big building with all the seats and sat at last row to the door. You sat on the outside of the row.

Before Luke could take a seat next to you, Alex took it first. He knew that you two were growing close again because he saw the looks you two gave each other.

Of course he knew you two could be good to each other but he can’t let what happened again. When you moved away Luke took it the hardest since he knew the longest, had a stronger bond and he wouldn’t admit it but he had feelings for you.

Alex knew what happened before you came here with Steve because you called him. You both kept in touch more but not often, but he knew Steve and you were in a relationship.

When you received the letter you called him immediately and told him everything and asked if you should actually come. He knew you were hurting and not fully recovered so maybe you two having feelings for each other wasn’t good at the moment.

But undoubtedly he wanted you to get together, he just thought it should be later.

So when Luke glared at him he ignored it. “You like sing alongs right” Alex questions from beside you.

“Haven’t really been to one” you replied.

Then ten minutes later and you haven’t said anything yet. They all were love songs. And it reminded you of Steve, you tried not to let it. But everything reminded you of him.

You glanced around the room and your eyes noticed a boy and his hair look exactly like Steve’s. And he was singing with another girl and she looked perfect, skinny and pretty.

Stomach dropping and you could feel your body get ready to cry and break. “I think I’m heading to bed” you stood up and put your arms around your plum belly trying to hide it.

“What are you-” before anyone could ask you ran out the door. The look on your face had them all worried. But Luke’s heart ached at the sight of you being so sad.

“I should-”before Alex could even make it out of his seat he was slight pushed back down. Luke pushed him down.

“No I’ll go” he walked passed him and out the door. Alex wanted to stop it but you guys had to talk at least once alone, and what’s the worse that could happen.

“Was it my fault?” Reggie asked from beside him in a sad voice.

“No, no. Not your fault” Reggie sighed in relief.

“Y/n” you heard luke shout from behind you, causing you to speed up more. You already had tears rolling down from your eyes. You couldn’t control it anymore.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” You hear his voice get closer and the sounds of his running feet hit the leaves on the ground. You we’re about to tell him to leave you alone but you tripping on a tree root. Fuck, why didn’t you take the stone path.

You fell onto the ground and that just broke you even further. You let out a sob as Luke finally reached you. “Darling, what’s wrong” you haven’t heard that nickname in a long time.

You tried to push him away as he leaned next to you but he wouldn’t budge. Taking you in his arms once again and held you close.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you” He’s voice was soft and gentle towards you and his body felt warm against you.

You felted protect and safe. He made you feel better. And soon your cries stopped and your breath died down. He felt his heart at ease again knowing you had calmed down.

“You want to go somewhere private? You can talk to me there” He helped you back up.

You didn’t trust your voice but you nodded at him to give him the answer and he smiled grabbing your hand and lead you into the woods. Taking the stone paths this time.

He never let go over your hand, and you didn’t mind. You felt safe with him so this wasn’t unusual for friends to do. Friends hold hands all the time, so no reason you freak out.

Soon you saw a dock and a lake come into view the moon shining off it. “Woah” you said admiring the beautiful lake in front of you.

“Yeah” Luke agreed but he wasn’t looking at the lake but at you. He admired everything about your face, to your eyes and then to your nose and then your lips. He felt himself looking at every detail from the side.

But he quickly caught himself and turned away. “I know, I’m the best” he walked backwards towards you and pointed at himself.

“You take all your girls here?” You joked and walked with him. He winks at you “Only you doll face” You laughed at his remark.

He turned back around as both of you walked towards the end. Luke sat on the bench and looked up at you. His eyes twinkled as the moon hit them and you swear the moon light hit his face just right.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked with a hint of hope in his voice that you would trust him. You look a second and caved, sitting next to him quickly.

“It’s a lot” you put your hands beside you down on the bench. But he reached down put his hand over yours.

“I have all night” He said in a playful manner but he was serious. He would stay up all night just to make sure you felt heard.

“I fell in love. Steve was his name” Luke’s heart squeezed as he heard the word “love” and the boys name you mentioned earlier.

“He was a douchebag when I meant him, the school’s popular guy. He got every girl just by walking by, and he wasn’t the nicest to every one. But then it all changed one day after he got together with her” It was your turn for your heart to squeeze.

“Nancy wheeler, school’s good girl. She was smart, pretty and beautiful. She was everything I wanted to be and soon I noticed how good he treated her and how I wish I was her. Then something brought us all together, then I got to see up close that he wasn’t a bad guy.

Soon they feel apart, she loved another. I was there beside him and I guess he clinched onto the first thing he saw. He called me beautiful every day, kissed me and treated me just like he did her. At first. Then about a few weeks ago he stopped all of it. Never told me he loved me or called me beautiful it was like he stop trying.

So at the last senior party Steve dragged me to it, it went so quick. He got drunk and tired to force me to dance with him and then his hand slipped and he spilt his drink on me. Robin was the one who came and found me in the bathroom, she’s my best friend but I wished it was him. Because when I came out the bathroom I found him kissing Nancy.

I should have saw it coming by the way he looked at me then her. I wasn’t ever going to be her. I mean look at me” you paused as you stood up with anger in your voice. You walked closer to the edge.

“I could never be someone first choice. I’m fat, too nice and annoying. All I want is to be beautiful” You looked down at your reflection in the water below.

“What the fuck are you taking about” luke shouted from behind you, and you turned quickly with shock.

“You are beautiful. I have no idea what the hell that guy was seeing but it wasn’t you because he should’ve said it every second.” Luke looked pissed as he moves towards you.

“I grew up with you so I know the person you are deep down. The one who would never hurt anyone, the kindest person I’ve ever meant.” He stopped and gazed into your eyes.

“And the most beautiful”

Pound..

Pound…

That’s what both of your hearts sounded like. You shouldn’t feel the way towards your friend.

“Y/n” He reached for your hand but you pulled away. But when you took a step back your foot didn’t hit anything so you lost your balance.

Shit.

Then you fell into the water. Luke watched you disappear into the water. “Y/n” he yelled as you came up to the surface. Your hair wet and clothes sticking sticking to your body.

But what he didn’t expect was your laugh. You were laughing. It wasn’t a light hearted one but a full one. He leaned down and laughed softly with you.

“Fuck it” he dove down next you and the water splashed into your face. He came back up and flipped his hair, both of you socking wet now.

“It’s surprisingly warm” he said while moving his arms. “It’s the summer” You replied with a laugh. He gave you a look and you knew a fight was about to break out.

“Oh no you don’t” You quickly made the first move and slashed him. He took the splash and then returned the favor. It hit you and you let out a gasp.

“That’s what you get” you looked at him and glared. Soon you two started to repeatedly slashed one other. It went on for quite a while until luke had enough.

“You’ll pay for that” He quickly moved towards you and grabbed your waist. He start to rapidly push small slashes onto your face and you begged him to stop while laughing.

His arm around your waist held you close to his body. Both of you didn’t notice in the moment but your body’s did. Both of you felt warm inside.

Soon you coughed as it got into your mouth but you also couldn’t stop laughing. So even thought he was worried he also couldn’t stop laughing with you.

“You bitch” You said between coughing and laughs. He just throws his head back and laughed harder.

You noticed his shirt sticking to his toned chest and your eyes fluttered at bit. You never really noticed how good it looks- No..stop. This isn’t normal. You still loved Steve…Right?

You looked away just as the laughs stopped from both of you and left you two silent. And the silence was loud. Filled with so much wonderful.

“Y/n”

“Luke”

You both said each others name at the same time. You broke out into a nervous smile as he moves closer to you.

“You don’t deserve to feel like he made you. You know that your beautiful” You looked away from him and into the water fade away from you.

“Look at me” he put his fingers on your chin and pushed your head back to his. Faces inch’s easy from each other and he made sure to keep you looking at him.

“The moons jealous as it shines on your skin” his fingers move to your cheek and caresses it. “Because only in this moment it knows true beauty” this feeling wasn’t going away.

Not matter how hard you tried to push the feel away you couldn’t. You looked down at his lips and his eyes followed towards yours. Then you felt body moves on its own and leaned into him.

You both stop, lips almost touching if the slightest movement were made. “What are we do-“ before you could finish his lips crashed onto yours.

You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck as both of his hands found your waist again. This feeling of being appreciated and safe hit you in a flash.

You remember feeling this way right before you left your home town. Leaving your friends behind and him. You had fallen for the boy when you where younger because he saw you and treated you good. Made you feel like you deserved love.

He gripped your waist tight as a groan left his lips and brought you closer. His heart was racing as fast as yours because he felt the same relief when kissing you. He was in love with you for years but only discovering it when you left.

He couldn’t have you that’s why he was so heart broken when you left. His best friend and his first love just disappeared from his life.

Maybe it was built up tension from all those years ago…But if that’s what it was you weren’t going to stop it.

But someone else could..

“Y/n” Alex voice called from the woods. “Luke” Reggie’s voice followed his. You both pulled apart and both flustered.

“We’re here” you shouted as you fixed yourself. Try to acted normal…

You heard their foot steps get closer on the wooden deck above you. Soon you saw their faces looking down at you both and confusion set on their faces.

“What are you guys doing?“ Reggie question.

“Late night swim” He hummed in reply and Alex looks between the two of you. The look on Luke’s face gave it all away.

“Mind if we join you?” Alex asked and Reggie turn to him.

“But I don’t want to-“ he let out a yelp as Alex pushed him into the lake. The blond boy took off his hat and shoes then jumped in.

“How about a warning let time” Reggie whined while holding his nose trying to get the water out. You and Luke burst out laugh as Alex came back up.

“You deserve it” Reggie pouted and then grabbed the blond boy and dunked him under. “I’ll show you who deserves it” The boys roughly tried to drag each other into the water.

You and Luke glanced at each other but a evil grin appears on your faces. You pulled the boys apart from each other and gave them a minute to relax.

“Now!” You shout and took ahold of Alex’s shoulders and dunked him under while Luke dunked reggie under. You both laughed as the came back up with gasps.

This was how the night went on laughing with your friends like you needed. You guys stayed out there for about two hours but finally got out. Still had chats and pushing each other while making back to your cabins.

The first cabin you came to was the boys. You had your wet shoes in your hand while you looked at each of them. “Goodnight boys” Your eyes flickered to all of them and turned around.

Alex looked at luke as he looks at you. “Go” he whispered and hit his chest. It was dark and they had clearly interrupted something earlier.

It didn’t take much time for Luke to finally catch up with you. “Why can’t we go” Reggie asked. But Alex look between the two of you and Reggie got it. “O” he realized. He smirked at you two then Alex dragged him inside before he could watch.

You both walked in silence again but this time it was more tension fulled then it ever has before.

Her lips so kissable. Skin so soft and plush. Her body perfect in my arms….His thoughts went on

Hands so rough but hold me so soft. The breaths he let out. The feeling of his body against mine….Her thoughts went on

Fuck they were already back at her cabin. Not looking at each other you stop. You had to talk about it. Come one spit it out. It was just a kiss.

“We should” Your words in unison. And turned to each other.

“Lady’s first” you watched as he put a hand up to his wet hair. He looks nervous and frustrated and you took that as a bad thing. You shouldn’t have kissed him and bod he regrets it.

“I was going to agree that we should forget what just happened” His breath stopped and his stomach twist. You wanted to forget it? Fuck, he shouldn’t have kissed you. You were vulnerable and hurt and he just took advantage.

“Forget” he stutter and tried to stand up straight. “Yeah, forget. That’s exactly what I was thinking” He was lying. He wanted to remember and talk about it. To kiss you again if he could.

“Okay, good” You clicked you tongue and nodded your whole body. “Goodnight Luke” you turned your heel and walked into your cabin with out another word.

He watches you walk away. His whole body screaming to call after you, run after you and kiss you. But he never did all he could do was watch in regret.

Maybe it really just was relief from all those years. He couldn’t blame you for it because he was the one who pushed on. He leaned in first and he could tell you needed someone to comfort you.

He shouldn’t have kissed you and he knew that but why did his heart not care? Why would he do it again and again if he could go back.

He walked back to his cabin while you stayed in yours.

As soon as you closed the door you took a look around to see all your fellow bunk mates asleep. You leaned against the door. Your wished he went after you.

You felt stupid for feeling anything again. He kissed you because he felt bad for you. You loved you so much that he would do anything to make you feel better even if it meant kissing you.

Luke went back to his cabin and both pairs of eyes were on him. “How’d it go?” Reggie asked wiggling his eyes but Luke walked right passed them.

“Fine. It’s been a long night so I’m heading to bed” He grabbed his clothes and went into the bath.

They watch him with pity both knowing it didn’t go fine.

It’s been one week and two days since that night and you haven’t mentioned the kiss and to your surprise it wasn’t awkward. Or at least it wasn’t shown.

Hell his flirting didn’t even stop but you missed the look he gave you when you turned your head. But other then that it was like it had never happen.

And since it was the last day of camp, you all tried to make it the best day yet.

Starting off with breakfast. You guys found your way to the eating area and had a fun time. Between laughing, story yelling and a bit of food thrown.

Then the camps last games. You didn’t really partake in the big ones but you guys made your own games. Like you and Alex against Luke and Reggie in arm wrestling, tug of war, and other games.

Then it was hiking in the woods trying to collect flags for your team together but you guys ended up in last place since you guys got distracted.

Then they had a bright idea of sneaking into the band room. You followed of course. And you finally agreed to sing along with them this time.

You and Luke tried to not stare at each other while singing but it was like all times. The other eyes looking between you as usual.

“Cause we’re standing on the edge of great” You sung again as you walked back to the piano and began to play. You’ve knew how to play since you were little but you never did it anymore. Now you had a reason to.

You felt the movement of the chair you sat on and looked at the person who sat down next to you. You both leaning close to each other.

“Running from the passed. Tripping on the now. What is lost can be found, it’s obvious” You both looked down at your lips and back up to the eyes. You both didn’t move but by the look on Luke’s face he finally caught you.

“Okay. I think it’s lunch time” Alex said breaking the two of you up. Your cheeks burned with heat as Luke grinned. “Coming” Luke got up and followed Reggie out.

“You really like him don’t you” Alex immediately asked as soon as they were out the door. You shot up and went into panic mood.

“What?- No I don’t- It’s not like that” but even though you kept on trying to deny it Alex just gave you a dead stare. He didn’t believe you.

“I don’t know” you screamed as your hands flow into the air. “He makes me feel things, makes me happy. We kissed and then promised to forget it but I can’t. But part of me wants to. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is just because I’m broken or what. But I don’t want to lose him” Putting your head in your hands as you sat back down.

“I don’t want to lose him” you repeated.

Alex sat down next to you and put his hands in his pockets. “You know I have someone back home. He makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine and when I’m away I can’t stop thinking of him.” You listen closely.

“I know what love looks like and I know you and Luke. You guys can’t be away from each other, the staring is all you two do anymore. I know being heartbroken is hard and confusing so you have to decide if this is real or not.” Alex took ahold of your hand and you rested your head onto his shoulder.

“The feeling are there but you guys have to decide if it’s just a fling or lasting. Either is fine if you do it right. I mean you both care for each other and love one other so I’m sure you guys can come to agreement” his voice of reason was the only thing that was actually getting through your head at the moment.

Then the thought of Steve running through your head as you knew you missed him deeply. You tried to push it away when really you should have focused on it and got over it.

Maybe being in Luke’s arms was your way to be whole again.

It was the last lunch of the day, the moment all the campers regrets since after this ended they had to get on the bus and go home. Some students drove and but most kids under 18 had to take the bus home.

“I can’t believe this is our last moments together” you sat down with lunch in your hand. The Boys glanced at each other before nodded.

“It’s so sad” Reggie cried but it sounded like he was being sarcastic. Woah, that hurt.

“I had a fun time this summer, with all of you” glancing to everyone at the table. “I don’t want it to end” You looked down sad knowing the time with them is up.

“I can’t take it anymore” Reggie groaned as the others glared at him. “Shut up” Alex kicks his leg from under the table.

“What are you talking about?” You looked back up at him but before Luke could over his mouth he started to talk.

“We planned to come back home with you since we wanted to spend more time with you. We brought Lukes car and everything” he rambles on.

They already planned this? He knew already? They all did! You couldn’t believe they would do that for you, you really loved them. “You guys” you awed at them.

“That is the sweetest thing ever”

“It’s all Lukes idea” Reggie lets out a groan as Luke hits him.

“You did that?” Luke’s looked away for a moment then back at you. Hoping he didn’t do anything bad.

“Yeah”

You smiled at him and took his hand from across the table. “Thank you” you looked back at the other boys.

“All of you” Letting go of his hands you started to talk about everything you wanted to show them. Your hang outs, your friends and so many things.

You were bringing your friends to Hawkins. It was going to be like two worlds colliding, and it was going to be awesome.

What could go wrong?

“What do you know?” Steve followed Robin around the store as they were about to close.

“I don’t know anything! All I know know is that it should be her last day” Robin frustratingly stocked the tapes.

“Today? I have to call Dustin-“

“You’re calling that child”

“Dustin is actually really smart, and he knows y/n too so maybe we can-“

“Y/n is my best friend, steve. I knew her before you even paid attention to her. So you drive to get us food then to Dustin’s house and make a plan” He stopped when his mind flys somewhere else.

“Wait you don’t think she meet someone else do you?” Steve question and Robin stopped for a moment. That was all the Steve needed.

“Oh shit” he stepped back and leaned on the counter.

“I didn’t say anything”

“But you hesitated that means their is a possibility”

“It’s summer camp Steve. What did you expect to happen, if she did its ended by now. Just a fling, not like she’s being him home” But just the thought of her being with someone else had his heart aching.

He needed to make it all up to her. That’s all he’s been able to think about, was her.

But little did they know that what Robin said was true. Y/n was bring him home. And for better or worse the two boys loved her.

A war was near. And if they had their way the other wouldn’t survive it.

Are you on Steve or Luke’s side?

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butterbeerblurbs · 2 years

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you were always number one (f.w.)

💌: in fred’s heart, you were always number one–if only he acted like it in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. 📝 word count: 3,130 words / fred weasley x reader / ☔️🌸 angst to fluff 💬: this is heavily inspired by hermione and ron’s situation at the yule ball! written for our fave freddie >:) i wrote this a bit differently, hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it! 🎧: astronomy - conan gray [this version]

fred knew in his heart of hearts this wasn’t what he wanted. in his mind, things panned out much differently. he had the imagery of a fairytale-like scenario to unfold; you would walk down the steps in your beautiful dress, headed towards his arms to walk into the yule ball together. you would dance the night away, in his embrace as he made you laugh and you’d for sure make fun of his corsage but appreciate that he put in so much thought to match the colour of your dress, the beauty of your smile.

instead... the two of you are now standing outside in the open, grass beneath your feet. the ballroom behind fred, the trees behind you. fred’s stammering terribly over his words at the sight of you crying in front of him.

let’s... take it back a couple of beats.

thump. it’s the week before the yule ball. while the glamour falls upon the triwizards, especially having four than the usual three, it’s all the hype and buzz. for those who weren’t involved, the excitement for the yule ball takes the full swing.

you’re excited. beyond ecstatic at the thought of... of... your train of thought takes a break as you watch your fantasised date... asking angelina johnson to be his date.

thump, thump. it’s five days before the yule ball. dateless. well, not until a good friend occupies the space across from you. instinctively, you look up and–”ollie?”

“mind if i join ya?” oliver grins, already getting comfortable as he crosses his leg on the grass. you snort, closing your book on your lap as one of your stretched legs reach to kick his side, “you’re already joining me before you ask.”

“then i guess it’s natural for me to lead into asking if you would like to join me to the yule ball?”

ollie’s waving a hand in front of your face, smiling despite your confused face.

“m-me?” gulp. blink. “you can’t possibly–”

“what? you don’t fancy me?”

“ollie, that’s not what i meant–”

“you’ll go with me, then?”

“i–well–”

“as my best mate?”

you take the biggest sigh. this boy nearly gave you a fright. you didn’t have the emotional capacity to wonder if he actually had a crush on you but seeing that playful glint in his eyes, oliver wood’s had a knack for messing with you. maybe that’s why you two were best friends. speaking of...

“you nearly gave me a heart attack, ollie! maybe start off with that sentence, next time!”

“oh, so there’s a next time, then?” ollie taunts, hurriedly getting up from the ground and he’s bolting for it when he can tell you’re about to smack him in the head. or kick him some place where it hurts.

“get back here!”

“will you give me your hand for the taking, then?!”

“fine! just let me hit you first!”

“alright, c’mere!” oliver swiftly turns around and catches you to fall onto the ground. despite the onslaught of hitting that oliver takes to the chest, the both of you soon laugh after, excited to go as best friends just to have a good time. you weren’t going to lie, it made you feel a lot better knowing you would be having a fun night with someone who cared about you. you can see it in oliver’s eyes but what you couldn’t see was the pair of brown ones watching from a distance, pained.

thump, thump, thump. two days before the yule ball. the chair in front of you is being pulled out in the quiet of the library. looking up, it’s–”freddie...”

“you’re one tough cookie to find, y/n.” the ginger head chuckles as he settles down, glancing to your notes before back up to your face. you blink at him a couple of times before managing a smile. you can’t quite decipher the look in his eyes and... neither can fred. on his end, he has no idea what he’s doing. he doesn’t know if this was him being impulsive or if he had calculated what to do, what to say.

being here in front of you, he felt at ease but... he felt nervous.

nervous with what he’s about to ask.

"could i ask you something?”

you nod.

“say... do you have a date to the yule ball?”

you nod again. he playfully huffs.

“what? not gonna let me hear your voice, now?”

you won’t admit it but fred’s nature made you feel less tensed. it makes you chuckle out of habit. feeling a little at ease.

“yes, mr. fred weasley. i have a date. as do you, i assume?”

he frowns, “what’d you mean?”

“you’re going with angelina, right?”

fred failed to hold back his thoughts, quickly chipping back: “and you seem excited to go with ollie, i assume?” at his words, though you have nothing to hide, it makes you hang your head low as you avoid his gaze. he carefully shifts forward, trying to lean down to get a glimpse of your eyes. “are you?”

“what does it matter, anyway?”

fred lets out a sigh.

“so... you weren’t gonna take up my offer?”

that makes you furrow your brows. he sees you’ve forgotten. he doesn’t remind you verbally but somehow looking into his eyes, his words echo in your mind. the reminder that if the two of you didn’t have dates, he offered to go with you.

surprisingly–not–it strikes a chord in your chest. painfully strumming on your heartstrings. as if this was a joke. as if your... your feelings were a joke. that’s what it felt like. fred watches as the look in your eyes change. the shift scares him. not knowing what was about to hit him.

“is that all i am to you, then?” you sounded sad, so sad. fred can’t pick up the hint quick enough, can’t find the words to reply with when you’ve pinned him down with: “am i just a last resort to you?”

fred gapes, eyes widening at the implication even if... even if he... even...

he only processes what’s happening when you’ve quickly packed up your things and you’ve made a move to stand. panicking, he reaches across the table to grab onto your wrist, having a couple of seconds rooting you in place when you gaze down. how tight he’s hold onto you, wanting to make things right even though he didn’t know how.

fred watches as you remove your hand from his grasp, bidding him goodnight and leaving the library. he doesn’t know how badly he’s messed up until you’re far away.

thump, thump, thump, thump. ten minutes before the yule ball began. dates were uniting at the bottom of the staircase, by the entrance of the huge doors. fred’s nervous for the wrong reasons. angelina’s trying to calm his nerves down, ushering him things will be alright, they’ll fall into place; they always have for you. for fred. it’s just... a small bump in the road.

angelina’s gasp is what reels fred to gaze towards the stairs, where his breath gets caught in his throat watching you begin to descend the stairs. it’s a pretty colour on you (anything on you looks beautiful), your hair with tiny accompanying flowers pinned to your locks and... and you’re... walking towards oliver wood who has a matching corsage tucked into his coat pocket.

fred’s still mindful of angelina, turning back to her but she gives him a nudge towards your direction. whispering a soft it’s okay, go! when he does build up the courage, all you do is pass him by, another guy hooked onto you as you head in.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. it’s almost the end of the yule ball and oliver’s no fool. past the attempts of trying to forget, oliver’s still a good friend who can read you like the back of his hand. he lures you to the side and gets you a drink, a breather, a thank you when you look into his eyes and he knows.

“you’re gonna want to head out for a bit,” oliver murmurs past the music growing softer, mellow dance music starts to fill the ballroom and you nod. even though you know you’ve held a tough front, it’s still so hard. you’ve been dreaming of the yule ball since... since chatters and rumors filled the hallways of what if’s and who’s going with who began. the playful push and pull you and fred had... or what you thought you had... it was driving you mad.

“i’ll be back later, okay?”

oliver nods, easing the glass cup away from your hands so you can step out to take a breather. he watches as you walk along the sides and find a door to step out towards the grass and head towards the trees on the field. when he gazes back to the dance floor, he swears he sees a flash of ginger darting across and he just knows you’re not alone out there.

thump, thump, thump... sniff, muffled liveliness from the ballroom, heavy breathing... fred stands a couple of steps from you, watching as the tears fall from your eyes and your desperate attempts to stop crying. he hates how you still look breathtaking with the beauty of nature enveloping you, a gorgeous backdrop. you... you hate in your guts how your stomach somersaults at the sight of fred out here with you, the sight of the ballroom and twinkling lights behind him like a bokeh effect.

yet, you felt pathetic. you felt... a lot of things, being in this moment with him.

“are... are you alright?” fred knows it’s a weak and feeble attempt but he’s trying.

you don’t answer immediately. taking the time to breathe, to blink away the hot tears stinging your eyes, wiping your face with the back of your hand before you can glare at him to ask: “what does it have to do with you?”

perhaps it’s well-deserved. perhaps... he should’ve seen it coming. perhaps... fred weasley was simply in denial. in denial he could feel this much for a person, that maybe he was in it alone. that maybe, maybe selfishly, he was testing the waters so he wasn’t the only one who fell hard, alone.

“i care about you. i... i always have and–”

“then why?”

fred’s stumped again, shaking his head as a sign he doesn’t follow.

“why would you treat me like a last resort?”

at your words, fred’s furious. furious at the implications he’s mistakenly allowed you to assume. everything comes crashing down so fast, fred hadn’t realised he’s speaking before his mind stops him.

“you’re not!” his voice is louder than usual. he notices when you flinch, but the anger has gone to his head. he can’t stop now. “you were number one–the only one–you and only you.”

“you didn’t ask me!”

“i didn’t know you would go with ollie!”

he knows he’s hit the wrong nail when your face contorts with confusion. you visibly try to suck the tears in as you turn on your heels, willing to run from him. he watches as your hands grip onto your dress to lift the fabric up, body half-way turned from him. his heart stops, mind going blank; cold, static starts to ring in his ears to do something, fred weasley.

he’s allowed you to escape once. he’s not about to let it happen again.

just as you face the sea of trees ahead of you, you manage to take a couple of big steps to create a distance between you and fred, the arms that envelope you in holds you in place. literally... maybe... emotionally, too. the sound of surprise leaves your lips, a choked breath, the tears still trickling down as you slowly look down to see fred’s arms around you.

when you don’t shuffle away but instead lean into his embrace, fred lets out a shaky exhale and first whispers: “i’m sorry.” at your silence, fred feels like it’s an admission to listening to what he has to say. he feels you shaking in his grasp but... somehow moulding against him as your eyes flutter shut, breathing evening out past the sniffles and possibly blocked nose. he takes this opportunity to start talking.

“i... it’s going to sound absolutely shit but i asked angelina out because i was afraid to ask you.” he feels your body tensing–within good reason–but you don’t interrupt. your hands, gently placed over his covered arms around you, giving a small squeeze for him to continue. so he does. “i was afraid. afraid that you wouldn’t see me the way i see you and it’s... it’s such a coward move but i did it anyway.”

fred’s able to turn his cheek, just a little to get a glimpse of your side profile. even more of your face is revealed to him when you try to have a look at him, softly asking: “w-what about angelina?”

he sighs at you, “could you stop worrying about other people for a few minutes? you’re always so worried about the people around you that you–”fred stops in his tracks when you look away from him, huffing. it’s like you know what he said without him saying it.

with a deep breath out, fred retreats his arms from you to carefully turn you around. when you oblige and keep your eyes glued to his chest, fred gently grabs ahold of your hands. they come within your peripheral, admiring the way your hands fit in his so... so naturally. fred brushes the back of your hands with his thumbs, and it takes you a couple of seconds to realise he’s speaking.

“i’m so sorry for the way i’ve made you feel. and i’m sorry for giving you the impression that i thought no one would go to the yule ball with you. that would be mental considering i thought nearly half the castle would’ve asked you out.” fred only chuckles when you lightly kick his shin, well-aware of his jokes but you know fred genuinely thinks that based on his tone. over the years there had been one or two admirers but nothing more. they were just... admirers–reaffirming the one you wanted to be with was the same one holding onto your hands.

“i would like to redo my chance with you, if you’ll let me.”

fred can’t believe you have the nerve to be this adorable at a time like this because all you can think about is: “now?” your voice gives out to a soft crack, almost like a whine, "my makeup’s... i look ugly now...”

he scoffs a laugh, using one of his hands to cup your cheeks to brush away the couple of tears on your face. soon, he’s easing away the frown with a thumb that gently pokes the corner of your mouth. “you’d have to be mad to think i don’t think you look stunning. whether you have mascara or–what is that called–whatever that’s staining your face–”he ignores you when you gasp i have a stain on my face?”–because you could be dressed up in feathers and i’d still think you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve seen.”

you give him an answer with the way you lean into his palm, eyes lingering on his before they flutter shut. your erratic heart calms, the nerves eases ever so slightly when fred leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. almost immediately, it grants you to open your eyes and your heart somersaults when fred’s on one knee, a rose in his hand as he gazes up to you.

“y/n y/l/n, would you do me the honours and go to the yule ball with me?”

fred doesn’t poke fun at you with the tears welling in your eyes and the small frown on your face that still does nothing to your beauty. with the moonlight casting down on you and the angle fred looks up to, you look like an angel. cruelly holding him captive without trying, hooked around your fingers without effort.

you sniff, lightly wiggling your hand in his grip, the other nervously grasping your dress, “it’s almost the end of the night...”

“means there’s still time,” he grins, shaking your hand gently, “c’mon now, i’m not getting up until you give me an answer...”

fred knows you can’t wait long, especially when he’s down on one knee. he watches you debate on testing him but he knows you too well. too well that he’s rising to his feet the second you whisper of course i would. he allows you to accept the rose from his hand, only to maneuver your arms to put them around his waist where you’re able to admire the rose from over his shoulder as he tucks you into his embrace.

the silent of the night accompanies the pair of you, the glow of the moon and the muffled music from the ballroom behind. he’s aware that this isn’t him getting off the hook just yet (and he plans to make it up to you) but right now, with your head resting by his neck, arms loosely hugging him as you two quietly sway to the music you two can barely hear, fred wants to make the most of it as he closes his eyes and feel your warmth against him.

it might’ve not been the way he thought yule ball would’ve gone down but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world even if it was just the last ten minutes with you.

((”you would think he’d have it in him to ask her in the first place,” angelina chuckles, with oliver in tow as her ‘new’ date.

“eh, good to know fred’s got one weakness.”

“d’you think we should tell the others?”

oliver thinks about it as he watches you at ease in fred’s arms. eyes fluttered shut, peaceful. for the first time, fred looks like he’s the calmest as he could be and oliver feels this kind of radiating warmth from within; two of his good friends, finally where they should be despite... a couple of bumps on the road. it seems like angelina knows oliver’s answer in his silence... that his vocal answer comes later to solidify her assumptions.

“nah, we’ll let them figure it out on their own. doesn’t look like it’s gonna take long for them to break the news.”

on cue, fred manages to spot the two of them from a distance. his shit-eating grin comes to view but it doesn’t faze oliver or angelina, only bringing out chuckles as fred playfully waves. when you notice something odd, fred plays it off by easily turning you around to avoid their gazes.

“cheeky prat.” angelina scoffs.

“as if you expected anything different.” oliver snorts.))

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sunnibits · 4 months

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hi it’s almost 2am but I can’t stop thinking about this so here’s how I think the (romanceable) bg3 companions would cuddle with someone at night. feel free to imagine your tav/durge in these scenarios and kick your feet about it.

Wyll:

he likes to sleep on his back (one arm behind his head propping him up, very attractive, gentlemanly) while you use his chest as a pillow. he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, use that hand to rub your back, stroke your hair, and generally dote on you as he literally whispers poetry to you or even sings you to sleep. type of guy to admire your bleary-eyed face when you wake up and say “good morning, sleeping beauty”.

Halsin:

okay you’re getting one of two things here. either you get spooned from behind in the world’s biggest, strongest bear hug ever, (and yes your ass is pulled FLUSH with his hips), or you’re getting a much more literal bear hug and you get to use his sleeping cave bear form as a fluffy heated pillow. either way, you are going to feel the absolute warmest and safest you ever have in your life. the only downside is that he DOES snore and it IS the loudest noise in the entire world.

Lae’zel:

she refuses to participate in such an undignified activity as “cuddling”, but she WILL protectively sit by you and keep watch as you sleep. half of it is truly her way of showing love by looking out for you while you’re vulnerable, and the other half is secretly an excuse to freely admire your face and form without feeling the need to hide it. (she’s a sweetheart <3).

Gale:

this isn’t even that related to the cuddling but the very first thing on my mind is GALE. READING. TO. YOU. oh boy it’s happening whether you want it or not. he’s either reading a book, telling a story, or extensively infodumping on whatever random topic has hooked him that night. plus, he loves listening when you do the same thing in return! as far as actual cuddling goes, I picture him being either similar to Wyll - sort of on his back and letting you use him as a pillow - OR lying with his head in your lap, letting you pet his hair like he’s a tressym cat, happily listening to you talk until you both fall asleep. he also snores, and though it isn’t nearly as loud as Halsin, you SWEAR you have literally heard him go “snork mimimi” but nobody in camp believes you.

Shadowheart:

sometimes teases you about cuddling but actually thinks you’re so fucking adorable for it and truly enjoys cuddling you. tbh I don’t really have any strong ideas about her actual cuddling style but I can imagine her being open to most things, especially face to face type cuddling where you just gaze into each other’s eyes and snuggle up close. she often likes to make cuddling flirty, wrapping an arm around your waist and confidently pulling you closer until you’re within kissing range….

Karlach:

pre-engine fix? DESPERATELY wants to cuddle you. oh my god she wants to spoon you so fucking bad. she is practically weeping because she can’t cuddle you. instead she’ll settle for just being your personal proximity space heater until she can actually touch you. when that day finally comes though? absolute snuggle bug. all over you. LOVES spooning, especially engulfing you in her arms as a crushing big spoon, but she will love to cuddle in any way you please. on the rare occasion she acts as the little spoon, she’ll cuddle Clive while you cuddle her <3.

Astarion:

full-on cuddling can be a little too much for him (especially when it’s not centered around sex), but what he does like to do is just… lie very close together, facing each other. just waking up and seeing you resting across from him does wonders to reassure and soothe him during his sleepless nights. and if sometimes, after he jolts awake from a nightmare, if his hand should dart out to squeeze yours, well…. you never comment on your entangled fingers in the morning. (also, in a world where he’s almost fully healed and deeply comfortable, he’s a little spoon <3).

I would do Minthara but I’m ngl I have not done a playthrough with miss girl yet so I don’t know enough about her </3 if anyone has ideas for her tho feel free to drop them I’d love to hear it!! I feel like she would be similar to Lae’zel but idk….

also if anyone wants to hear ideas about any non-companion or non-romanceable homies I’d be happy to share my thoughts I love thinking about cuddle headcanons :)))

#*squeezes a glass bottle so hard in my fist I shatter it* I LOVE CUDDLING HEADCANONS #LARIAN LET ME CUDDLE MY PARTNER PLEASEEEEEE #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3

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sticky situations | prologue.

PAIRING: spiderman! mark lee x sidekick! afab reader

GENRE: superhero! au, f2ls, romance, action, SLOW BURN, angst, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT: 8.2k

NOTES: profanity, depictions of violence, weapons, blood/injuries, all around obliviousness, not proofread im sorry i write at like the peak of dawn

SUMMARY: you never thought you’d be partners in crime with the red and blue spandex wearing hero who is not only your friend mark, but also the guy you secretly have a crush on.

author’s note: hihi! for the first time i decided to write a prologue for one of my upcoming wips (mainly bc it would be too long if i included all the backstory into the original fic lmao) anyways this serves as a sort of teaser so hopefully its alright :) - jae

all throughout highschool, you didn’t really classify your life to be ‘exciting’. you lived in one of the biggest and busiest cities in the country and yet no long lasting love interests, cutthroat drama between your friends, not even a social life to begin with. you supposed it was your choice, after all. you were the one who chose a simple and mundane life and now you had to stick with it.

the pace didn’t really pick up until you turned eighteen and obtained an internship at the newly reformed octavius industries. it was your choice to go into the stem-based field and you did not regret it one bit. the environment was always friendly and you felt normal- as normal as a human doing whatever they wanted to do could be. and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to form a friend group among the other interns who had similar aspirations (and social anxiety) as you.

lee donghyuck was the first person you met at the labs. entering the company as interns together on the first day, you classified him as the annoyingly bright guy that needed to fucking chill sometimes- and he agreed when you told him that. next was chenle and jisung. they were the two peas in a pod and to be honest, they needed to chill more than donghyuck. nevertheless, they were a breath of fresh air in your stress-filled life.

last but certainly not least, was mark lee. you won’t lie, at first you struggled to connect with him. he was already close friends with donghyuck, chenle, and jisung from high school, so you were actually the newcomer. it wasn’t anything like he gave off ‘weird vibes’ to you, mark was just a lot quieter than the other guys and you didn’t know as much about him. when you asked jisung, that boy just shrugged and said he started acting like that about a year ago but the subject was touchy so they dropped it. apparently, it’s been fine ever since.

to you, mark was just the mysterious guy with a secret. oh for sure, that man was hiding things from the rest of you and you especially were determined to figure out whatever it was. all those cuts and scraps decorating his knuckles and face that came from his “hobby” when you questioned him, yeah no- you didn’t believe any of that bullshit.

and yet, your group just worked. you got closer with all of them- to the point where you actually considered them your friends. they were the people forced to suffer with your 10 cups of coffee everyday (a joke, mostly) and constant, “wait a second, i need to pee.”

it wasn’t for a couple of months into your internship that something shifted. for starters, you had the energy to greet everyone at the lab that certain day. after scanning your badge to enter your assigned lab, you grab a pair of gloves and slip them on.

“hey, y/n,” a voice greets out of nowhere and you almost jump. placing a hand on your now pounding chest, you turn to see mark.

“oh my gosh, mark,” you call out, “you fucking scared me.”

he giggles and you eventually find yourself letting out a small smile too. “my bad,” he apologizes, and you can’t help but note the dark circles under his eyes. he had them on occasion, but you thought yours were bad, and the more you looked the more it seemed like mark was staying up most if not all nights. even more than you- and that was saying a lot.

conversation comes easily, even when the rest of the guys hadn’t shown up yet. “those lazy butts can’t even set an alarm? pathetic,” you murmur while peering down into the microscope.

“i know. they’re always late when we plan group hangouts as well,” he remarks. “oh! and that reminds me, are we still on for that new movie?“

you hum. “that depends on if it’s good or not… and if the others are willing to suffer through another shitty movie. i don’t mind, though.”

you can’t see, but mark smiles unconsciously. “yeah, you’ll just fall asleep if it’s that bad. just like last time.”

you let out a snarky laugh, recalling when you went to watch a film called freaky handshake or something like that. man, you swear it was filmed by two guys who were bored and created the whole plot in less than an hour.

when the five of you went to watch it at the theater, you ended up passing out in the first ten minutes. it wasn’t your fault you were already feeling sleepy when the ads were playing before the start of the movie. mark was kind enough to place his jacket over you, you remember fondly.

focusing back on the specimens you were studying in front of you, you look up at mark. he’s busy dropping a clear liquid on the glass swatch. you politely ask said person to pass you the dropper when he’s finished and he nods. when he hands you it, your fingers touch for a split second and you jolt slightly at the almost electric feeling. first of all, where were mark’s gloves? and second of all, was it just you who felt that? glancing at him, he seems to be unbothered as he continues his work and you’re left to fumble over his lingering warmth.

that’s weird.

so one lovely afternoon, perhaps a week later, mark takes a seat next to you at one of the empty tables with a friendly smile and your stomach actually flutters. maybe it was just the food you ate earlier, you brush it off. but the fact that he chose to sit next to you instead of across from you, or at any other empty table makes your thoughts wander.

over the course of the next week, you can’t help it when linger your eyes on him- when he shrugs on his lab coat, when he loses his goggles and you have to remind him that they’re on his head, when he…

shit. why mark of all people?

what in the actual world, you thought yourself to be way closer with donghyuck than mark. you thought you were perfectly content just being friends. in fact, you weren’t even searching to be in a relationship- especially not one with a co-worker. your only goals were getting enough sleep to survive the next day and working hard at the lab (which so kindly paid you for your internship), so why did mark have to get in the way? you just prayed that the others didn’t notice your sudden weird behavior.

what are feelings and why do they suck? you didn’t want to do anything about it because, to be frank, you were a coward. if mark didn’t like you back- which is what you believed to be true because you didn’t get any of those vibes from him- then it would be so awkward if and when he rejected you. you didn’t want to mess up your good friendship as it was and for the rest of the group as well.

walking into the building one fall morning, you overhear people talking about the news last night. you frown at the recalling of events, it sucked to turn on the tv and see a failed bombing attempt at brooklyn bridge. apparently, a number of escaped convicts stole firearms and took it upon themselves to start chaos on the bridge. it took spiderman and the police to finally get the situation in control. but still, you shivered at the idea of the bridge possibly collapsing with all those civilians still there.

strolling into the employees lounge with a fresh cup of coffee, you tap donghyuck on the head. “what’s up, loser?”

he spins around and his eyes fall on the object in your hand. “let me guess, number four?” you softly smack him on the head as he lets out a sound in protest. “it’s my first, thank you very much.”

you pause, taking a sip as you glance around. “where’s jisung and chenle?”

“they went to the lab first,” he answers dutifully. “and mark?” you ask with a frown.

he sends you a look and you stick your tongue out in retaliation. donghyuck doesn’t say anything though, only answering your question with a shrug.

mark didn’t show up for the whole day. you found yourself wondering what happened to him, if it had anything to do with the almost accident last night. was he stuck on that bridge when it happened and needed to recover the day after? ugh, you hated how much you spent the day worrying about him.

as you leave work to get home that night, you send mark a quick text asking if he‘s alright. as you turn the corner, shutting your phone off because it was new york and you were alone by yourself at night, you keep an eye out. some of the stuff you were lucky enough not to be involved in but witnessed… you shivered.

all of a sudden, a body comes flying out of the store in front of you, completely shattering the glass with a horribly loud sound. you let out a silent scream, hand raising up to cover your mouth as you attempt to discover more about the situation.

spiderman comes flying out a few seconds after, shooting what you think are his webs at the guy and effectively trapping him.

you stare, as still as a statue as spiderman finishes his task successfully and swings off into the night, leaving who you guess attempted to rob the poor store webbed up for the cops to handle.

shaking, you take a few seconds to recover before taking another safer route home, one with more people and less glass windows.. what the actual fuck.

straight up, you didn’t really care for spiderman. sure, you admired his efforts to stop crime and help the city. but all his crypticness got on your nerves a bit and you kinda sorta wished spiderman would stop popping in and out before disappearing again as per usual. but who cared about your opinion, you were just a random civilian in a mid-life crisis.

mark shows up the next day at work like nothing happened. his sheepish response to your text the day before was that he had a weird one-day cold, and didn’t want to spread it to anyone. obviously, you knew he was lying but you had no choice but to accept it in the moment. one day, you promise with resolve, you’ll find out more about what that man’s hiding.

even with all his “manly” mysteriousness, you still liked mark. you just didn’t get it. it was just mark. just the same awkward mark who makes the worst jokes at all the wrong moments and is too scared (or too much of a softie to admit it) to kill a fly. as the weeks passed, your feelings only grew stronger- and not weaker as you desperately hoped. and luckily, the only one who seemed to notice something was going on with you was donghyuck, but everyone knew he said the most random shit at times, so thank goodness no one believed a word of out his mouth.

“i’m heading out, bye guys!” after packing up your stuff, you start to head for the exit after a long day at work.

“wait!” a familiar voice calls out, and you abruptly stop. mark catches up to you, handing you your jacket, and your eyes widen.

“oh no, did i leave it? thank you mark,” you grin gratefully. “yeah yeah, no problem.”

he scratches his head. “oh, and be careful going home. the crime reports at night have been rising lately…”

you nod, feeling a warm sensation fill you. “i will. be safe too.” you could always count on mark to be the caring and thoughtful one.

as the door shuts behind you, you don’t notice mark quickly say his goodbyes to head out as well. as you stroll down the cracked sidewalks of new york, you note the chilly weather. it’s been getting colder lately, you frown.

looking up at the night sky, you see a flash of red and blue pass by. immediately you can recognize the pattern. it was strange, after witnessing spiderman at work that one day, you noticed how often you saw him after that. especially at night when you walked home alone, most times when you really stopped to study your surroundings, you swear you would spot him. whether it be out of the corner of your eye or passing by right in front of you, just out of normal speaking distance, spiderman was always there.

but you never thought you’d have a face to face encounter with the spiderman. on a nice cool saturday, you went walking out to meet up with your science gang for dinner.

when you hear the oncoming noise of police sirens, you feel the hairs on your arm raise. from somewhere in front of you, sounds of hushed clamor and commotion fill the air. you can’t see much due to a crowd of civilians in front of you, and you determinedly push past to observe the scene.

it seems you were too late. the police were there and lingering effects of smoke fill your senses. but out of nowhere, a slim figure swings out of nowhere. pleased cheers arise from the crowd around you, and you realize it’s spiderman.

he speaks to the police for a brief moment before turning to the crowd. you study him up close for the first time, his build and gestures. he turns to the crowd, and you don’t pay enough attention to what he says because his voice is so familiar?

perhaps not exactly, but the way he spoke reminded you of someone you couldn’t put your finger on. your thoughts are cut off when you realize his eyes are on you (or at least with his mask on you think he was looking at you) and you look around to see that most of the crowd has dissipated while you stood there like an idiot.

“are you alright, miss?” he speaks with a slight tone of worry, and you blink, startled. you weren’t expecting him to acknowledge you, let alone talk to you.

the only thing that can come out of your mouth is, “is your suit really spandex?”

he softly laughs and that laugh makes you frown. it’s slightly muffled but you think it sounds somewhat like-

“that’s a first. to answer your question, yes and no? it’s actually made up of biogenetically modified synthetic fiber, so i don’t know if you know what that means- wait no, i wasn’t trying to assume your intelligence- um, l-let’s just say a special kind of spandex?”

gaping, you can only nod in response. since when did spiderman sound so awkward? that wasn’t even a word but it’s the only one you could use to describe him attempting to talk to you about that ‘cool’ suit of his.

“sorry about that…” you think you hear a hint of embarrassment in his voice and almost chuckle. he cocks his head before asking you for the time. when you respond, he groans, “ah, i gotta go. maybe ill see you around, miss…?”

you fumble, “uhh, y/n’s fine?” why in the world was he asking for your name?

he clicks his tongue, “nice to meet you then, y/n.” in a split second, he’s up and gone. just like that.

you stand there, staring at the spot he was just in for a few seconds. then you curse. shit, you’re going to be late.

you arrive at mick’s diner 15 minutes late. after getting caught up in spiderman stuff, you ran to the nearest subway station in hopes of making it on time and obviously, you didn’t. huffing and puffing, you push past the door and look for your friends.

chenle’s the first to spot you and raise a hand in your direction. the rest follow his action to you with curious eyes.

“there’s our sleeping beauty,” donghyuck teases and you scowl, sliding into the booth next to jisung. “funny, but this time i didn’t fall asleep. just got caught up in some stuff.”

“stuff?” mark inquires. you cough, “yeah. nothing important.” glancing down at the menu, you fail to notice his tiny frown.

“anyways,” chenle speaks up, “now that you’re here we can discuss who’s going to present to doyoung for our next monthly update.”

a series of groans follow, including yours. you steal a sip of jisung’s water before replying, “i did it last time so it’s not going to be me.”

jisung sighs in disappointment. “when is it, anyways?”

“the sixteenth,” mark affirms. jisung’s eyes widen, “shoot, i can’t be there that day. can you guys cover for me?”

you glance at him, “what’s going on?”

“it’s my mom’s birthday. can’t miss it, you know..” he says sheepishly. donghyuck nods then. “alright. it’s between chenle and mark.”

chenle sits up indignantly. “what? why not you?”

donghyuck leans back in his chair with a relaxed grin. “it’s also my mom’s birthday.”

you start off with narrowed eyes, “you fucking liar don’t-“ and you stop yourself abruptly. “wait, that’s right. your mom and jisung’s mom share a birthday.”

the table sits in silence for a few seconds.

jisung clears his throat. “i guess it’s up to rock paper scissors to decide.” mark and chenle glance at each other. within a few seconds, the loser is clear. chenle lets out a dolphin-like shriek in happiness.

mark looks around the table nervously, “wait guys, i really don’t think you should choose so hastily, maybe we should choose a back up person in case i can’t make it-“

donghyuck shakes his head in disapproval, “nope, nope. sorry but we’ve never done that before. that’s your problem, bro.”

you know what he means. mark’s always been like that. you wouldn’t describe him as flaky, but he was indeed like that. sometimes he would right next to you and then the next second he was gone without a single word. most of the time, there was no definite reason and if you did happen to ask, he say some dumb excuse on why he had to leave. it happened so much that you supposed everyone got used to it, regardless of how much he apologized after.

it didn’t mean mark wasn’t trustworthy. in fact, he was incredibly hardworking and studious. he did all his work with the rest of the group and showed up on important days, which is what mattered the most. (yet you still wondered what made you fall for him.)

“it’s alright mark,” you smile comfortingly. “i bet we can pull something together if you can’t make it.” chenle opens his mouth to protest but you shut him down with a glare.

“if the rest of us got caught up in something, i know you would come through.” mark shoots you a disgustingly sweet smile before reaching over the table and squeezing your hand in thanks, sending a jolt down your spine. the other boys share looks, which you pointedly ignore.

“you’re the best, y/n. you’re such a great friend, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes but suddenly you don’t find it funny.

friend?

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

at your apartment, you spend your (rare) free days lounging around and binging shows. but after that one encounter, you couldn’t resist a google search. who knew what the internet would pull up about spiderman?

as you scroll down the search results, there’s doesn’t seem to be much on him. except for the fact that he saved countless lives and the authorities either seem to love or despise him. is there nothing about his personal life? the true identity of the spandex wearing hero?

you stay up investigating (a normal for you, anyways) but there’s not much you can gather. maybe it’s a project you’ll have to investigate in your own free time.

funny, how spiderman intrigued you. literally like two days ago, you cared less about him. but after seeing him in person, there was something off. you couldn’t pinpoint a certain thing like you usually could in test results and experiments- it’s almost like everything was so indistinct about him.

you enter the building with an already half-drunk cup of coffee. your results yesterday night or rather this morning, proved to be fruitless, so you put your side project away for now.

time to focus on more important stuff… like your team’s latest experiment. why jisung chose amoeba and the rest of you listened to him, you have no clue.

while examining the latest specimen through your lens, you reach out for the next vial when mark lets out a tiny shout of your name. it’s too late and you partially knock into the beaker of boiling hot water instead of the vial.

immediately, you yelp as some of the water splashes onto you and mark rushes to your side. he grabs your burned hand, and you feel your face growing hotter than your hand that literally just got burned by boiling water a second ago.

“are you alright? how bad does it hurt?” he stares at you with such concern in his eyes, it throws you off. you think someone else asks a question in all the commotion, but you either tuned it out or imagined it.

“oh-um- it doesn’t hurt that much yet,” you mutter helplessly and he frowns while inspecting your hand which was growing increasingly red.

“come on, let’s get some first aid. it’s going to get worse if you don’t treat it quickly.”

stunned by his sudden orders, you allow him to basically drag you out of the lab and to the lounge, leaving the rest of the guys to shake their head in disapproval of your idiocy.

you didn’t even know there was a first aid kit under the kitchen sink, and you make a mental note to tell jisung the next time he causes an accident with that clumsy body of his.

mark focuses intently on treating your burn, and you focus on not internally combusting at the sight of him caring for you. you really shouldn’t take it the wrong way- he literally addressed you as his friend not long ago, but you really couldn’t help it when his face was two inches away from yours.

mark finishes with a light smile and scolding. you look down at the floor, half embarrassed and half ashamed. “i was being stupid and not paying attention to my surroundings… sorry for getting you involved in this,” you gesture to your newly wrapped hand.

he shakes his head firmly. “i should’ve warned you about the hot water beforehand. it’s my responsibility to take care of you. just be careful from now on, alright? you almost gave me a heart attack,” he jokes and you appreciate the switch to a lighter atmosphere.

“not as bad as the time chenle almost set the entire building on fire,” you add and he laughs. fuck, you couldn’t get enough of making him laugh.

you spend the rest of the afternoon in a daze, constantly fiddling with your wrapped arm and wondering how mark learned to treat burns. throughout the day it takes the others several repeats of your name for you to respond, and donghyuck sends you weird looks (which you ignore as usual). this causes you to stay behind for a little to catch up on your work, but you manage to finish soon after the others.

locking the door to your lab, you casually stroll down the hallway before hearing familiar voices. you’re about to turn the corner and join in, but you stop when you pinpoint exactly whose it is.

“i don’t know. i’m just way too busy nowadays.”

mark lee?

“doing what? come on, are you sure? that’s what everyone says but-“

and a fucking piece of sh- you shake your head, donghyuck?

“listen, dude. in my current situation, i will never be in a relationship. i just don’t want one, not now and probably not for a while- maybe even forever.”

standing there and overhearing just the tail end of the conversation, his tone of finality was weird- mark never sounded like that to others, especially to his friends.

and more importantly, the meaning of his words hit you. mark’s single, and he he isn’t interested. not in you, and not in anyone. and there’s a chance that could be forever.

you quietly grab your stuff and leave through the back entrance, not stopping to hear anymore or give your goodbyes to anyone.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you think the change in behavior is pretty obvious- to everyone including him.

that night after you overheard mark and donghyuck’s conversation, you stayed up thinking. thinking, more thinking, probably overthinking. you felt numb replaying mark’s words over and over in your head.

honestly, you should’ve expected it. why would mark be interested in you, anyways?

and why were you interested in him? the more you thought about it, the more you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t want to be in a relationship either.

your focus was on your studies, then your work, and it always had been (perhaps that was the problem). your parents raised you with high expectations and you did your best to fulfill them, not get sidetracked by gossiping friends and boys.

you convince yourself that you’re officially on the track to get over mark, even when you know it’s useless.

to help your wounded heart, you build an invisible barrier between you and him. sure, you still talk to him and hang out as friends, but the distance was there and the others saw. even if they did notice, no one said anything. you weren’t actually expecting mark to ask you if he did something wrong, looking disappointed and even a little hurt.

you being you and not ready to tell him the truth, give the lame excuse of being stressed from work and life in general. which, in fact, wasn’t wrong. you had the unhealthy habit of shutting people out when everything got overwhelming.

then the day of monthly presentation shows up, and doyoung wasn’t in a good mood. donghyuck and jisung take the day off, understandably, as faithful sons to their mothers.

it’s just you, chenle, and mark. that was the plan- at least, until mark doesn’t show up at the planned time to present. no mark, no presentation, no excuse.

luckily for your group, chenle was able to make up an impromptu presentation on the spot. it wasn’t good but it was something and you both left feeling somewhat accomplished of your spontaneous work.

the messages sent to mark are left on delivered. you aren’t surprised.

when you go to use the restroom before heading home, you faintly overhear your fellow coworkers mentioning spiderman and a prison breakout, couple of hours earlier- and you wonder if it had anything to do with mark’s disappearance.

it’s only when you leave the building that you see the striking red and blue silhouette perched on the scaffolding next to the oscorp building. what was spiderman doing so close nearby?

most people wouldn’t have spotted him but you realized that you must’ve been gotten so used to seeing him that you subconsciously looked for him every time you left work. suddenly remembering the news from earlier, you clear your throat and approach the masked hero.

“so…. prison outbreak tonight, huh?”

the figure almost starts as if surprised that you noticed him, and you stifle a laugh. “yeah, yeah. it’s all a part of the usual. new york things, you know.” you nod in agreement and spiderman jumps gracefully down to a lower perch, giving you a better view of him.

“hey, um, y/n? right? i remember you from last time.”

your eyes widen in shock, you didn’t expect him to remember you but it leaves a satisfied feeling in your gut. “yes- that’s me. funny seeing you here outside my work place.”

he stiffens. “i-i see. this is where you work?

you examine him in his entirety, never having been so close to spiderman before in the entirety of constantly seeing him on the news and now in front of you. you don’t grasp why you feel so comfortable in his presence.

you look down, shoe scruffing the pavement. “do you, like, always have conversations with random people in the middle of the night?”

“you’re not a stranger,” spiderman protests, “i even know your first name.” he says it so proudly that you allow yourself to let out a laugh.

“you’re cool, unlike some other guys i know,” he jokes and it takes a second to process his words before you feel your heart stop. no fucking way.

no way- it sounded way too familiar to be true. it can’t be.

but you’re really not stupid.

as all the possible conclusions run through your mind, you feel your heart begin to race- you need to get out of there.

you clutch your stomach, suddenly woozy. “i-i need to go,” you weakly stutter, not even caring if he heard or waiting for his response before making a run for it.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you can’t sleep.

and you don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like the missing puzzle piece is finally solved. everything finally makes sense now, and you don’t know if you’re relieved or angry or upset or feeling everything all at once.

you sit up for the nth time, probably with horrible bed hair and bloodshot eyes.

mark lee is…

spiderman.

thinking back through everything- from the first day you met him until now, statistically it does make the most sense. it has to be. there’s literally no other explanation or reasoning.

and you hate yourself for figuring it out. after days of convincing yourself that mark wasn’t all that, that he wasn’t worth your time or feelings, that man was out saving the entire city. risking his entire life for people who don’t know and maybe don’t even care about him- people like you. or at least, until you figured out his identity.

unless… it was just a complete strange coincidence. unless it wasn’t true and mark was just a part time asshole. but all the times he was “absent” or when he had all those unexplainable bruises, was it actually spiderman business?

you silently scream, the urge to rip your hair out was so tempting at this point. your poor alarm clock reading 4:32 am acts as witness to your concurrent loss of sanity.

you called bullshit on mark before, you just didn’t expect him to be such a fucking idiot.

now that you know, or you think you know, you’re not quite sure what to do. do you… ask mark? no, you wave away dismissively with your hand- that would be stupid, especially if he wasn’t spiderman.

you decide to pry it out of him. after all, the truth always came out.

even if it was a little harder than expected. not to mention the fact that things were a little rocky between you and him.

“hey guys,” you greet while walking into the laboratory. “still up for movie night? it’s been a while since we’ve all gotten together.”

the boys voice their agreement and you squint. this is your chance.

“what about mark’s place?”

he turns to you, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “m-mine?” you feign innocence, shrugging with extreme casualness. “i mean, why not? it’s been a really long time since we’ve met at your place.”

jisung nods, “y/n’s right. i don’t even remember the last time we went to mark’s apartment.”

“oh, i dunno. it’s super disorganized and messy… at least give me a chance to clean if you guys want to come over.” he scratches his neck and you let out a breath in disbelief. what was he hiding?

and as much as you tried that night at his place, there were no signs of “spider” activity.

the next couple of days at work, you bring spiderman up randomly, make spiderman jokes-

“no offense y/n but it’s kinda like you’re obsessed with the poor dude. i thought you didn’t like him, what happened?”

you roll your eyes, missing mark stiffening at donghyuck’s statement. “mind your own business, hyuck.” what you really wanted to say was, i think our friend is freaking spiderman.

but every time you brought him up, mark barely even flinched. either he was really good or you were just being an idiot and your hypothesis was far from reality.

you’ve just about given it up and called it a day with your whole spider-mark agenda when you exit from the back door of the building. sometimes you took the back way to avoid traffic (and creeps).

huffing out into the chilly air, you don’t even pay attention to your surroundings until shuffling in front of you catches your eye.

it’s partially hidden by the shadow, but you think you can make out a person-

a shuddering gasp escapes you.

mark, in all his glory, half changed into that familiar red and blue spiderman suit?

you were so shocked you completely disregarded the fact that he was half-naked (and luckily for you it was the top half). the noise that sounded from your mouth alerts him, and he scrambles to face you. it looked too legit to be a fake cosplay.

you gape at him, utterly shocked. no way your guess was actually correct?

mark fumbles for words, while you find yours.

“h-how long has this been going on?” you try to keep your tone even, but you feel your hands shaking. when mark doesn’t reply, only opening his mouth wordlessly and looking helplessly back at you, you cross your arms.

“wow, thanks. great to know.” for some reason, you feel disappointment swirl inside you. you scramble to leave, mind and heart racing probably just as much as his was.

the more you walked further from mark and the longer you thought about it, the more angry and frustrated you got. how long was he going to keep it from you guys? weren’t you- you swallow- weren’t you friends? didn’t he trust you guys?

you wish you could feel angry, but that was never an emotion you directed towards mark lee.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

the next morning, a lovely saturday morning, your doorbell rings. and it never does.

groaning, you throw on a comfy nyu sweatshirt and attempt to tame your wild hair, you didn’t want to scare the person at the door.

you freeze once you peek through the peephole. well, shoot.

you dash halfway toward the bathroom in hopes of quickly fixing your appearance before thinking, what the hell, this is not the time for that.

sucking in a deep breath, you open the door for the waiting person outside. you start off awkwardly, “hey…. mark.”

why is he here? you can barely function as he shoots you a sheepish smile, gesturing in towards your messy apartment. he lived in the apartment complex a block down from yours, so seeing him wasn’t uncommon. but in your current situation, you didn’t really expect mark to show up on your doorstep.

“y/n- hey- i just, uh, wanted to apologize.” you almost choke. “to me? wait, no, what?”

he firmly places a hand on the doorframe next to you, leaning in like he was trying to trap you but there was plenty of space for you to back up into your place. you feel your heart skip a beat. not now y/n, you scold yourself. “listen, now that you figured…” he hesitates and you swallow,

“now that you know, i realize i owe you an apology.”

you fall still. “im really sorry for not telling you. i haven’t told any of the other guys either, mainly because i’m a coward and didn’t want to see your reactions. but now,” mark shuffles around and his fluffy black hair falls into his eyes, “you know. and i feel a lot better that you do. that, at least someone else does.”

you don’t know what to say. suddenly, you understand him. how hard and scary it must’ve been doing like a five person job as one mere human, constantly in the fight for life or death. you reach for him, softly wrapping your arms around him. you pray he doesn’t notice your pounding heart but knowing mark, he probably did (except he was too nice to tell you).

“it’s okay mark,” you murmur into his shoulder. “i forgive you and i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want. you don’t have to do this alone.” you note the action of his body slightly tensing before relaxing into your touch.

you couldn’t help but stay up that night. just thinking. the fact that mark was glad you knew- you clutch your chest. it was stupid, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. you felt like a lovesick teenager again, having a secret just between the two of you.

what you didn’t realize though, was that mark never planned on telling you. and that was obvious through how he acted towards you after you figured out he was spiderman. it was just that. nothing changed and mark acted as if nothing happened. and you didn’t know what to do. it’s like you raised your expectations to only get crushed again.

you couldn’t even bring it up, ask mark more about his spider activities because he would always give you that “not here, now now” look. you felt like you were stuck in an empty room with no way out. if not now, then when?

you asked him to hang out- no response or the ‘sorry, im busy’. and the rare times mark did accept, he was late. sometimes, didn’t even show. you understood his spiderman duties, but you thought conveyed your trust and support in him. isn’t that what he wanted? someone to lean on, someone to be there for him?

or were you just delusional?

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

you needed some kind of answer, and if mark wasn’t around to spill, you would find the closest person. literally.

tapping your pen on the desk, you turn around in your spinny chair to face the only other person in the room.

“hyuck,” you whisper, tapping his shoulder. he grunts in response. you exhale, “can we talk?”

he doesn’t break focus on the lab reports in front of him, but you can tell he’s paying attention to you by the way his body is slightly turned your way. “depends on what.”

you huff, scooting closer to him. “it’s about mark.” that gets his attention. he sits up straight, eyes narrowing at you. “oh really?”

“not like that,” you respond in exasperation. “don’t you think,” you pause to reevaluate your wording, “that he changed? i’m asking you because you’ve known him way longer than i have, and to be honest i don’t even know him that well.”

donghyuck raises an eyebrow. “um, sure? why are you-“

“don’t ask,” you interrupt, “just please think about it.” he frowns in contemplation, chair squeaking occasionally in his spot.

“i guess he did. maybe around a year or two ago?” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. he continues, “it wasn’t anything major. mark is still basically the same mark i knew since we were young,” he adds and you nod. “it’s just that a couple of years ago he suddenly- how do i say this- withdrew within himself.”

“you know about the bruises and stuff, but you might not know about his personality. he was still the same, but it felt like he wasn’t always there 100% anymore, you know? all of a sudden he became so private and busy, doing stuff he wouldn’t tell any of us about. he was either constantly late to our plans or didn’t even show up,” donghyuck muses. “and it’s not like we didn’t try to help. mark just insisted he didn’t need anything, it was some personal stuff that he just had to work through. he’s always been like that, brushing off our help.”

“and you guys didn’t question it? maybe, try to like figure out what was going on?” you attempt to act as innocent as possible, shrugging and sending him a seemingly curious look. he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “of course we did try. but that man is so secretive we couldn’t get anything out to him. eventually we just gave up and things are as they are now. he seems okay and we trust him, so...”

you frown unconsciously. then how did you figure it out? to be honest, it didn’t look like mark was that good at hiding it…

you don’t know what to say. a silence fills the air before you clear your throat. “wow, i had no idea. thanks, hyuck.” he shoots you a weird look before nodding.

“no problem, y/n.”

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

feeling nervous, you wait outside mark’s door, laptop and research papers in hand. on the contrary, it wasn’t your choice to work with him, it just randomly ended up with you two working together. ignoring donghyuck’s teasing, you and mark made plans to meet up today and get some work done.

you frown. he hasn’t answered the door, you ring again. and then a third time.

still nothing. you check the time, yeah it’s the right time you agreed to meet up at.

you’re about to knock harder when you hear a sudden clamor, crashing and shuffling sounds coming from inside the apartment. “coming!” you hear mark’s faint voice. he sounded frantic, and tired.

mark opens the door, and you’re greeted by his disheveled appearance. “hey,” he greets, breathless. you want to ask him if it had anything to do with spiderman, but fear holds you back.

“hi?” he invites you in and allows you to get settled on the couch. “are you gonna sit?” you ask, watching him pick up messy tidbits scattered on his floor. “yeah-yeah, give me a sec.”

you open your laptop, starting your work. so far, things seem to be natural between you two and you’re not complaining. soon, mark sits across from you. thirty minutes go by, and when mark shifts for the hundredth time in his spot you let out an irritated sigh and shut your laptop screen.

“how long are you going to pretend you’re okay?”

mark’s head shoots up, his large eyes blinking back at you. “w-what?”

shaking your head, you get up and stalk over to him. caught off guard, mark only watches as you softly place a hand on his chest and he lets out the tiniest hiss.

your eyes flash. “you may be a good spiderman but you’re not a good actor, lee.”

“im fine-“ he starts off, but you shoot a look and he shuts up. you soften, scooting a bit closer. “what happened, mark?”

he grimaces. “do you really want to see? i didn’t have much time since i kind of forgot you were supposed to com-“

you cut him off by asking for the location of a first aid kit. you assumed he had one, and of course you were right. letting out a sigh, you ask him to take off his shirt. you didn’t know much about first aid but…

“whoa- are you sure? it’s not-“

“just do it mark. you’re obviously in pain and im trying to help you.”

hesitantly and slowly, mark peels off his shirt with your assistance. you barely hold back a gasp at the deep gash across his chest, decorated with bruises of all colors.

“m-mark, who did this to you?”

he winces a bit at your touch, “i’ve been through worse, and really it’s best not to ask.” you help him lay down on the small couch, the fact that he was shirtless (and to be frank, ripped) was the last thing in your mind as you raced to figure out to treat it.

while cleaning the wound, you couldn’t help but let curiosity win the upper hand. “does this happen every time? and you treat it yourself?”

mark shifts. “…yeah. sometimes it’s not as bad, and sometimes it’s worse. it always heals fast though,” he reassures.

you shake your head in disbelief. “but still, how do you do this? and by yourself?”

he lets out a groan when you touch a sensitive part, and you quickly act to soothe him.

“it’s hard,” he whispers some time after. “it’s a lot and i honestly don’t know how im doing it still. by now, i thought i would be de-“

“don’t say that,” you speak up sharply. he falls silent and you focus on treating the minor cuts and bruises last.

without any prompting, mark tells you the whole story. how he got started working at oscorp, how he got bit and started as spiderman. you stay there and listen, through all of it.

it’s not until hours later with lots of reassurance from mark and his supposed advanced healing? that you can finally get him to his bed and rest, wiping the sweat from his head and yours too.

you sit at his side for a little, just watching the rise and fall of his chest. “i said this before, but you’re not alone.”

he glances at you. “im here, and i can help. willingly,” you insist. he frowns, “what are you saying, y/n?”

you look around his room, seeing all his tech and data sprawled across the walls and all over the floor. so this is what it was like being spiderman. “i can help you. like, im pretty good at computer hacking and data...” you trail off, unconfident. mark tries to sit up but you won’t allow him.

“mark, it’s clear you can barely do this alone. think about it, i could help you on the sidelines. obviously not in action because there’s no way i could do what you do, but wouldn’t it make what you do much easier? just like in the movies, isn’t there always like a sidekick?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “are you trying to-?“ you look away, the sudden confidence fading.

“no way, y/n! this is completely different, it’s not like the movies at all. being spiderman is a dangerous job, and im not going to get you involved in it!”

you look away, clutching the edge of his bedsheets. “it’s really late and i have to go now. but mark, please think about it,” you offer before slipping away.

you had no clue why you offered that. you never even thought of that before, it just kind of popped up in your head and came from your mouth without you realizing it. mark was right, it was stupid. why would you ever want to be spiderman’s sidekick?

but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to do it. you were the only one that knew about his secret, his struggles. you wanted to help him- help the people of new york.

you didn’t want to be one of those people on the sidelines anymore, only watching and never doing.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

mark thought you dropped the subject. he saw you at work the next day, as if nothing happened. he felt a lot better, thanks to you- even if he spent most of the night staying up due to what you said yesterday.

mark believed you were actually crazy. who in their right mind would want to be a sidekick, much less of him, spiderman?

he brushed it off, but you didn’t. at lunch, you brought it up. whenever it was just the two of you, you asked him. and every time, he said no. it was getting annoying. you kept coming up with more and more reasons for you to help mark. to be frank, you were too smart for your own good.

“listen y/n, no matter how foolproof you think your plan is, the risk is just too big,” mark emphasizes. he was getting tired of putting up a fight against you, and he was tired of how stubborn you were.

you cross your arms. “but i thought of all the backup plans. if i stay in a safe place with access to help and turn off all tracking devices used to locate me.” mark pinches his nose bridge.

“since when were you so technologically advanced?”

“since when were you?” you counter. smiling, you pull up data on your phone and show it to him. “at your place that night, i might’ve snooped through some of your spider tech and analyzed it.”

his eyes practically bulge. “you what?”

you shrug innocently. “it was really cool, the software was nothing like i’ve seen before, but i have some ideas. only….” you draw on, “if you let me help you.”

it was only then that mark learned you never stopped until you got what you wanted.

· • —– ٠ ⧗ ٠ —– • ·

“what do you think?”

you sit at the makeshift desk, a messy and dysfunctional one, but at least it worked. you watch the big screen, following the familiar icon.

“…it’s not so bad.” the voice grudgingly sounds through. you grin. “great! you can hear me. oh, and take the next left around the block. i think there’s some sort of incident on the corner- some reckless guys with guns.”

you hear unfamiliar sounds, probably mark swinging through the air as spiderman. you would never understand how he got used to that. “not too shabby, y/l/n.”

“does that mean it’s official?” you basically tremble in your seat, holding your breath in anticipation.

there’s a pause on the line. albeit the reluctance in his tone, you can almost see the smile on mark’s face, underneath the mask. “i guess so.”

you can’t help but silently cheer in your seat, feeling the excitement coarse through your veins.

“im ready if you are, partner.”

release: july 4 2022

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