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The Holiday

Part 1

Fred Weasley x fem! Potter! Reader

[based on this request]

Summary: Fred and y/n are oblivious to each other’s feelings, but will all that change when the Potters and Weasleys decide to go on holiday together?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of eating, sex and food, slow burn, mutual pining, lil sexual tension, friends that are more than a little bit in love with each other

A/n: 6.4k words, Harry Potter x fem! twin! reader and James x daughter! reader moments x no voldy au and everyone lives, I decided to split this up into two parts (maybe three parts) since it was going to be a monster if I didn’t plus as you’ll see I decided to add some art work and got swept up by this idea which is why it’s took so long to come out and I apologise x the next part will hopefully be out soon 💛

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You pursed your lips together, moving them from side to side as you pondered which swimsuit to pack “Both the answers always both” you mumble to yourself knowing that’s exactly what your auntie Marlene would tell you

You stuffed the swimsuits into your case before going over to grab some extra underwear, as you were slipping them into one of the mesh holders your brother sauntered into your room “You seen my blue shirt?” he asks like he doesn’t have a million of them

You shake your head “Nope but do you know if mum wants us to bring anything fancy in case we go like out out?” you had a rather nice summer dress your aunts gifted to you that you hadn’t the occasion to wear yet

Harry shrugs “I don’t know, want me to ask her?” he points behind him

“Ask your mother what?” James pops his head in the door, startling you and Harry for a second

You giggle a little bit “If I’ll need anything nice to wear this week, I have that dress I got for my birthday and I don’t know whether it bring it” you explain as you grab the little bag that had your toothbrush and toiletries in it, placing it in the zipped pocket of your case so if it leaked your clothes would be fine

Your father smiles “Bring it either way it’s an excuse to look fabulous. Your mother and Molly have organised everything I’ve just been told to sit and look pretty” he pretends to flip hair off of his shoulder

You and harry chuckle “You are very pretty” you compliment making your dads smile increase

“Thanks little fawn”

“Have you seen my blue shirt?” Harry speaks

You and your dad share a look before he turns back to Harry “Ask your mother” he nods his head downstairs “She’s just packing some snacks for the car” he expands and with that your brother heads out “You know I’m so glad at least one of you got my style...” you chuckle as he moves to sit on the bed next to your open case “So you excited?”

You light up “Yeah I can’t wait” you answer happily but your smile falters “You think Uncle pads and Moony will be able to make it later in the week?” you stop packing for a moment and look dolefully at your dad, it wasn’t the Weasley’s fault for the full moon coinciding with the first day of the trip

Your father gives you’re a sad smile “I hope so” you nod but he can tell you’re still worried just like him “Come here you’re not too grown up to give your ol’ da a hug” he holds out his arms making grabby hands

You let out a laugh “You’re only 38” you defend his age but still accept the hug moving to sit side ways on his lap “You know now I’ve graduated you think I could become one?” you ask putting your best doe eyes one as you flutter your eye lashes

You had wanted to become an animagus since you first found out your uncle’s dog ‘Snuffles’, as you and harry named him, was actually Sirius. Every year since you begged your parents to let you do it, well, begged your mum because your dad was more than okay with it. What your father didn’t know was in your final year you had private sessions with a certain favourite ex professor of his that your mum signed off on and a few weeks before you graduated you were successful

You were going to wait and prank your father and uncles with it but you knew it would be more fun pulling a prank with your dad, you knew how much it would mean to him since as you grew older you didn’t prank as much with him since you befriended a certain redheaded duo

He sighs “You know I can’t resist those eyes of yours” he looks in thought for a minute before he eyes you with a smirk “We both know that you’re going to do it either way, aren’t you?” he looks at you knowing and he was so right

You scrunch up your nose as you shrug “Be nice to have your blessing though” that makes him laugh

He nods “You have mine but your mothers is the be all end all” he laughs but it stops as you jump off his lap, a smirk plastered on your face “Why do I get the feeling you had an ulterior motive in bringing this up?” his lips tug up recognising that mischief in your face, the same mischief you had clearly inherited from him

“Good thing I already got hers then isn’t it” you sway side to side excitedly

Your father seems to catch on “When? How?” he makes a face “…well I know how but you know what I mean” he looks at you somewhere between proud and bewildered

“A certain Minnie” that makes his smile widen “You wanna see?” he nods quickly sitting forward on the bed eager to see what form you’d take “Close your eyes” you point at him to which he chuckles and obeys

You take a moment you focus just like McGonagall taught you before shifting into a little robin, flying up and landing on your fathers head, feeling him tense a little as under you at the contact “Guess you can fly…or jump really high” you feel him laugh under you “That rhymed” he says to himself before he standing up and carefully moving in front of your mirror, eyes brightening as he sees you “I think you win for cutest animagus little fawn…” he scrunches up his nose realising “I can still call you that right?” he smiles as he watches a robin nod at him, if you would have laughed you could seeing yourself exhibit human features as a bird

Just as he was about to speak again your mother’s voice came from the hall “Guys we need to get…” she trails off “Aww…” she tilts her smiling at the adorable scene “Oh, this gives me an idea!”

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After snapping the photo, you and Harry helped pack up the car before you drove, well flew, to the burrow. As you arrived the majority of the Weasley clan was already outside helping Arthur pack up their own car, but the redhead you were looking for was nowhere to be seen. When you found out Fred was coming last night at dinner to which you excused yourself shortly after to go squeal into your pillow.

You and Fred met on the first day when they were running away from Snape and you lied saying you hadn’t seen them before proceeding to tell the man how you would have done the prank better, earing yourself a detention. This also happened to be the record for the fasted anyone had ever received a detention in history, a fact your uncle and father were super proud even more so as it was for being cheeky to their ex-nemeses.

Fred and George welcomed you into their pranks without a second thought and the three of you along with Lee became good friends. Around your 3rd and his 5th year was when you started to pin after the boy, maybe it was his growth spurt or the longer hair but your little heart just started fluttering whenever he was near, and that flutter only grew as the years went on.

At times you thought Fred might even like you back but it was confusing, the blurry line between best friends and something more. When he asked Angelina to the yule ball you shed your first tear over him, it was also the moment you knew this was no normal crush, it wasn’t like the one you had on Oliver or the tiny one you had on Draco for a brief moment, although you blamed that on the black suit he was wearing on the train for that. At the ball, you and George opted to go together since Lee had been whisked away before George could build the courage to ask him. At one-point George had managed to nab Lee back and Fred asked you to dance, and for a moment when he looked into your eyes you really felt like he might love you back and you knew from then on you were completely fucked.

When he graduated and went off to open the shop you missed him terribly, it wasn’t the same pranking without them but you did your best. Now you had graduated you were planning on finally joining them, that was if they still wanted you there, they hadn’t really spoke about it in a while and you didn’t want to bring it up just in case

As your mum pulled up, you looked out the window to see Ginny and Ron both beaming at you while Molly waved

“Hello!” she greets

Your father is first to exit the car “Hey Molly” he gives her a quick hug before heading over to help Arthur fail to put one of the cases in the boot of their car

As you and Harry exit you barely have time to react as she pulls you in for a hug “Hello dear” she says warmly “You get prettier every time I see you” she cups your face “Won’t be long before someone snatches you up” she squishes your cheeks lightly

You knew Molly thought herself a bit of a matchmaker, and to her credit so far 2 out of her 3 predictions had come to pass, the only one she was wrong about was Tonks and Bill but, in your opinion, Bill and Fleur made much more sense. You had a feeling she wanted to set you up with one of her sons, Fred was a likely candidate and you were sure George was the other before she realised he was very much gay and in love with Lee Jordon

Molly proceeds to give Harry a hug before turning to Lily to discuss travel plans to which Ginny practically pounces on your brother giving him a long overdue hug and a sweet kiss that soon turns into a quick snog

“Hi Ronny” you turn to Ron

He smiles brightly at you “Hey Y/n” he says moving in to give you a bear hug “Missed you” he murmurs into your hair

“Missed you too”

As you pull away you hear a voice call from the house “Ginny it seems you have a specky git attached to your face” you recognised it instantly, butterflies swarming your stomach before giggling as you saw your brother practically jump away from Ginny

“Shut it! You better get used to it” Ginny yells back before pulling your brother in for another kiss to which you and Ron fake gag, earning chuckles from the twins as they approach

“Long time no see Y/n” George greets you first pulling you in for a hug

Your arms wrapping around his torso “Hey Georgie” you say but he quickly pulls back putting on a hurt expression, he tuts at you ready to say something but you beat him to it “Don’t even try it…twins know twins” you throw him a wink

Yeah twins know twins when you have a crush on one, you think as you finally look up at Fred who’s already smirking at your hands on his hips “What am I, chopped liver?” he says teasingly

You laugh “Never” you turn to give him a hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively while yours slither around his waist

His hug was tighter than George’s which wasn’t strange you had always been closer, touchier with the elder twin, even before you developed your crush. You couldn’t help but nuzzle your head a little into his chest, breathing in his scent, merlin did he always smell great. You did reluctantly pull back, the hug was certainly one second longer than considered platonic, at least on your side, unfortunate to him you were just his younger siblings’ best friends, his best friend, nothing more than another sister

“Y/n! Can you come help?” your father calls out gesturing for you to come into the house, Arthur smiling next to him

You nod giving George and Fred a smile, your eyes’ lingering on Fred a little longer, before you walk away.

Fred watches your retreating figure, he was sure you had gotten prettier somehow, he hadn’t talked to you properly since new year but he had seen you in Hogsmeade during the year. He would have said hello but you were busy with friends…well he hoped that boy was a friend anyway.

He had fancied you for a while, there was always something drawing him to you, at first, he thought it was your shared love for trouble but it was when he danced with you at the yule ball he realised. When he danced with Angelina it was nice but with you in his arms it all felt perfect, easy. Everything was simpler with you, he worried less, smiled more, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He thought about it so many times but then he’d see you with his younger siblings, hear you call Ron your brother or Ginny your sister and he’d stop himself

He was so excited for this holiday; he and George weren’t originally meant to be going but he may have worked some magic so he could spend an entire week in the same house as you, hoping it would be a chance for him to finally build the courage to make a move

“Freddie” he jolts back, finally noticing his brother hand waving in front of his face

Ginny, Harry, Ron and George chuckle around him “What?” he crosses his arms shrugging

“Where were you just know?” Ron raises an eyebrow, he knew, Ginny knew, George definitely knew and Harry was well…Harry, the poor boy was obvious

Fred’s cheeks begin to heat up a little “Nowhere just spaced out” he waves it off

Luckily before any of them can attempt to tease him Lily and his mother re-join the conversation “So we were thinking about cars, we can fit three in the back of each so who wants to go with who?” she asks points between all them

Please let me be with y/n, it’s a five-hour drive…wait is it driving if your flying? he thinks to himself before he looks over at his sister “Me, Harry and Ron will go with Mum and Dad” she smiles hand moving to take Harrys and as he kisses her cheek Ron makes a face preparing himself to be the third wheel

“Okay great” Lily lights up “Looks like I get the car of trouble makers although I should be used to it by now with…” she starts but is cut off by James wrapping his arms around her “Jamie” she squeals a little as he tickles her

She giggles under his touch “What was that my love?” he smirks

Molly just shakes her head at the couple smiling along with the rest of the teens, even after so many years together they were still like love sick teenagers.

Fred glances over to see you coming out explaining something to his father, presumably something muggle related. While Ron, Ginny and Harry all climbed into the car, Ron insisting he sat in the middle, Fred admired you.

George chuckled as he heard his sister mutter ‘cockblock’ to Ron as she shut the car door then turned to his brother “Got a bit of drool there” he whispers teasingly “Ow” he lets out as Fred elbows him in the gut “Merlin” he rubs his stomach chuckling “Seriously though you ever gonna tell her?”

“No…yeah…maybe” Fred flounders over the answer

“Those are the options yes” he taunts “Missed me” George says dodging his elbow this time and again until their mother calls out

“Boys behave!” she shouts pointing warningly at them

“Sorry mum” they say in union as she gets into the car while Arthur just chuckles getting in the other side

Your dad turns to you “I’m so glad you and Harry didn’t do that it would have freaked me the fuck out” he whispers shaking his head

“You know I can still arrange for that to happen” you wiggle your eyebrows

He looks a little disturbed at the thought “Don’t you dare” he warns before blurting into laughter with you

Your giggles catch Fred’s attention again “So we heading?” George asks rubbing his hands together

Lily nods “Yeah I just need to check one of the directions with your father” your mum says before walking over to Arthur

“Oh and I need to pee” your father cringes “I’ll be right back” he walks off

The twins then share a look “Dibs on the widow” Fred and George say in together

Your head snaps towards them pouting “I’m gonna be squished” you complain, although you weren’t really, forced contact with Fred for 5 hours sounded pretty great to be honest

George chuckles walking to open the car door next to you while Fred moves around opening the other side and slipping in “After you” George motions for you to climb in “Ow” he yelps scrunching up his face as you flick his nose

You slowly climb in, seeing Fred already smiling at you “Hi” you whisper as you settle in the middle seat, a healthy centimetre between you both “Oh” you shift closer to Fred as George decides he’s going to enter the car arse first, your hand going to Fred’s thigh to steady you

His breath hitches, eyes fixed on your hand heat creeping up his neck before he moves his arm around you to pull you closer “If you wanted to sit on my lap you could have just asked” he channels his nerves into flirting

You turn from George to him, letting out a little giggle “Maybe later ginger” you wink nudging him playfully, his arm retracting as his twin settles into the seat much to yours and his dismay

You and Fred had a flirty relationship and even if you acted unphased you stomach was bursting with butterflies at the proximity, your legs still touching. Unknown to you Fred felt the same, resisting the urge to wrap his arm back around you.

The car ride was long, made better by your dad and the twins all discussing pranks played over the years however you did start to get a little tired, leaning your head into Fred’s side, eyes drifting shut.It wouldn’t be the first time you had done this, back at Hogwarts many people did mistake you for a couple since you were so touchy with each other, especially since you also napped together on more than one occasion on the common room couch. Even your parents had an incline, the two of yours obvious yet oblivious feelings reminded them of a certain moon and star

“So, one time me and Pads…” James trails off as he turns around to look at you, Lily smiling at the scene in the rear view mirror, Fred’s eyebrows knit together “She’s fell asleep” your father whispers this time nodding towards you

Fred’s head pokes forward peering down at your sleeping figure, a smile gracing his face as he sits back. When his eyes return to James he’s met with a knowing look, his eyes flicking between the two of you before he turns back sticking up conversation with Lily as his hand moves to rest on his thigh

the elder twin debates for a second whether to wrap his arm back around you, eventually giving in, his heart soaring as you snuggle into him more “Simp” his brother whispers

“Fuck off” he mouths back but can’t shake the smile on his face

Once you got there Fred woke you up gently, all stretching as you exited the cars before heading towards the house where Hermione and Jess were there to greet you having car-shared together.

Ron didn’t give anyone else a chance to get to Hermione, both having a similar reuinion to your brother and Ginny while Jess walked straight up to you giving you a big hug “Hey gal”

“Hi” you pull back taking both her hands in yours “I’m so glad you could come”

You and Jess had bonded in your second year and her third. Despite being a Hufflepuff the two of you were like sisters and now you had graduated you would be moving into her flat with her which lied just off diagon alley. You all quickly caught up outside while your parents used magic to send your cases to your rooms

You all turn as your parents approach “Right, all the bedrooms are upstairs apart from one in the attic” Lily starts to explain “Harry and Ginny you’re in the last room on the left, Hermione you and Ron are across from them…” the two couples smile happy they get to stay together “Fred, George, Jess and Y/n you all are in the attic space, now there are two beds in there so you’ll have to share” she gives you an apologetic look

“I hope they’re doubles because we ain’t gonna fit on a single together” Fred chuckles gesturing to his twin while on the inside he’s heart is racing at the thought of sharing a room with you

Lily giggles “They are double beds don’t worry boys” she reassures them

After dinner you, Jess and the twins head up to the attic, it was nice and cosy, even had a window seat that looked perfect for reading. You and Jess claim the bed on the right-hand side of the room before heading into the ensuite bathroom to get changed while the twins do the same in the room.

Fred pulls off his shirt, slipping out of his jeans while his brother talks lowly as to make sure you or Jess wouldn’t hear “Carrying on from earlier” he pulls out pyjama bottoms and a top form his case “Are you going to confess? It’s been years man”

Fred takes a deep breath, pulling out his own nightwear “I know but I’m just not sure if she likes me like that” he says shimmying into the bottoms while George does the same but rolling his eyes “Our friendship is perfect, but if I confess or make a move and she gets uncomfortable it’ll be ruined” he sighs, fiddling with his shirt as he realises it’s inside out

“I get it probably more than most I felt the same way about Lee” George admits pulling on his shirt “But what you need to ask yourself is y/n worth risking that chance, because sure there is a small chance she doesn’t feel the same but if she does, you’re going to get everything you’ve ever wanted…” he stops for a moment a cheeky look on his face “…and I won’t have to listen to your whining anymore”

“Hey” Fred chucks the shirt he was wearing earlier at him before putting on the other “You really…” he trails off hearing a knock from the bathroom

“You guys decent?” they hear Jess shout through the door

Fred and George chuckle “Yeah” the latter calls back

Jess exits first giving the boys a smile, moving over to get into bed while Fred waits for you, smiling as you shuffle out. His eyes wander over you, a baggy shirt, fluffy socks that looked ridiculously cute with the little shorts you were wearing. As you walked by he was so busy trying his best not to stare at your legs he missed the way your eyes trail all over his body as well

You’d managed to get a couple hours but as the clock ticked over to midnight you were wide awake. You sighed sitting up, napping in the car was definitely a bad idea. Jess was fast asleep next to you and as your eyes adjusted drifting over to the other bed you let out a quiet giggle, Fred was taking over the majority of the bed and you were almost certain George was going to fall out by morning.

You decided to go down and get a drink thinking that might help so you shuffled out of bed making sure to fix the cover for Jess before heading out, being careful not to wake anyone

As you got to the bottom of the stairs you noticed your dad sitting by the deep window seat, head against the wall behind him as he looked out longingly “Dad?” you call out quietly

He turns to look at you tilting his head “Hey, what you doing up?” he asks, one leg moving as if preparing to come over if something was wrong

“I needed a drink” he seems to relax nodding his head “What you doing up?” you ask as you get to the door to the kitchen stopping

“Couldn’t sleep” he waves it off “Shouldn’t have drank so much coffee” he chuckles as do you

You walk into the kitchen, the interaction bothering you as you could tell your dad was lying. As you got to the sink you realised what it was, spotting the full moon out the window and now you understood this was why you woke up too.

When you were younger and first learned about your uncle you couldn’t sleep during the moons for worrying about him so your dad would make you some hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. As you got older is was easier to get back to sleep and you didn’t need to be comforted but you never thought that perhaps those late-night sessions were consoling for him as well

You flicked on the kettle, preparing two hot chocolates, unfortunately there was no marshmallows so you grabbed some regular chocolate instead. Once they were made you carried the cups out and walked over to your dad, placing the cups on the sill next to him gaining his attention

He looks at you then down at the cups, a grateful smile on his face “Thank you” he leans forward being wary of the cups as he gives you a tight hug

Pulling back, you retrieve something from the pocket of your shorts “I couldn’t find marshmallows but I did find this” you hold it out

He takes it from you setting it down on the raised bit of window sill next to him along with the cups of hot chocolate “Come on” he gestures for you to join him, passing you one of the mugs when you do

You take a sip then lean your head on your dads’ shoulder “How do you think they’ll react when they find out I can fly?” you ask trying to take his mind off the fact one of his best friends is out there in pain

He lets out a laugh “Pads is gonna be jealous, the man loves being a dog but you’ve got him beat with that” he moves his head to kiss your hair

You and your dad stayed up for a while, discussing a plan of how to reveal your animagus to your uncles and even how to have a little fun with the others as well, since only your brother, mother and Arthur knew. The latter only finding out this morning as he needed you to hop under one of the cabinets to get the car keys after he dropped and kicked them under there by accident

Harry’s eyes drifted open, head tilting to look at the clock, 03:30, he felt a little parched so he slowly removed his arm from under Ginny’s head, placing a kiss to her temple. Shuffling down to the kitchen lazily he poured himself a glass of water as he walked out he spotted you and his dad curled up together to on the window sill sound asleep. Placing down his glass he grabbed a blanket and draped it over the two of you, smiling at the empty mugs and the wrapper. He kissed your forehead, making sure to grab the last bit of chocolate before he picked up his glass and headed back to bed

The next morning your eyes fluttered open to find yourself on one of the couches, a blanket over you, sitting up you turn to hear a voice as it enters the room “Hello sleepyhead” Fred greets putting down a plate of food on the table in front of you “Was just about to wake you” he notes taking a seat next to you as your legs swivel around

You rub your eyes “What time is it?” you ask reaching over to grab some breakfast

“Around 11, our parents went into town to get all the supplies we’ll need for meals this week and the others are outside by the loch thats little ways from the house” he says smiling

“Did someone move me?” you ask knowing the last thing you remembered was cuddling into your dad

He hums “Me and Georgie kinda woke the house up when he fell off the bed” he admits making you laugh “Anyway when we headed down your dad was just waking up saying to let you sleep in so I lifted you and put you here” he meets your eyes a soft smile playing on his lips

You nudge him gently “Thanks Freddie” you smile back before taking another bite of your breakfast

He loved it when you called him Freddie, it just rolled off your tongue perfectly. As you eat he stayed with you, taking about general topics, both of you smiling away and enjoying how easy it was between you both. Once you finished Fred said everyone was planning on taking a dip so you should put on your swim suit

“Hi!” you shouted over to your friends as you made your way towards the water

You heard a series of ‘hellos’ and ‘his’ as well as an ‘afternoon’ from George which made you giggle “The waters great come on in!” Ginny yells as she was standing in the shallow end throwing a frisbee with your brother, Hermione, Ron and Jess while the twins were preoccupied with splashing each other

“Coming!” you shout back

George and Fred stopped throwing water as you shouted, George moving into the deeper water to go a little swim while Fred did the same he kept one eye on you. Watching as you slipped off your shows, placing your socks in them before removing your shorts and top revealing your bikini. His mouth parted as his eyes trailed over you, lingering on some areas longer than he should have only tearing his eyes away when George splashed him

“Hey” he splashes back

George laughs about to tease him when both he and Fred are hit with a wave of water “Hi guys” you smirk swimming a little closer

“You’re gonna to pay for that” Fred makes his way over, you start paddling away but you aren’t quick enough as he grabs your waist lifting you up out of the water before chucking you back in

You let out a squeal that sounds something like ‘Freddie’ before you hit the water, breathing heavy as you head emerges from the water and you try to remove the hair from your face “Why didn’t I bring a bobble” you whine trying to keep yourself a float while you fix it but it’s no use

“Let me” you hear Fred say as he removes the pieces from your eyes allowing you to see him before you sink a little “Woah” his hands move to steady you “Here” he grasps your legs putting them around his waist “Hold on to me” you do as he says just nodding as the feeling of Freds hands gripping your thighs just now rendered you speechless

He gently removes the hair, as he does he realised what he just did and how close you are as he fixes the last piece “Hi” you whisper not removing your arms from his neck

“Hi” he whispers back hands tentatively holding your waist

You were sure you saw his eyes flick to your lips so you let yourself do the same, almost certain he was moving closer before the moment broken by Molly calling out “We’re back!” you quickly detangle yourself from Fred and he paddles back to a healthy distance as he sees your parents rounding the corner

After lunch everyone headed back out to the loch but this time you played various card games while your father and Arthur prepared the barbecue and your mother and Molly sunbathed. The rest of the day was normal but of course your moment with Fred plagued both of your minds and other little moments began occuring. You both noticed the way everything faded out at times when you caught the others eye, the spark when your hands brushed, the flirting that had seemed to increase. Everything about it made you feel like you might have a shot and Fred felt exactly the same.

“FUCK”

You and Jess jolt up to the sound of George yelping as he falls out of the bed for the second time in a row, looking over you see Fred cringing “You okay Georgie?” you bite your lip trying to hold in your laugh until you knew he was okay

He groans in reply standing up “Right that’s it” he points at Fred “One of you switch because imma kill him…seriously I’m going to break something at this rate”

“Not it” Jess says quickly to which George barks a laugh and you let out a huff “Sorry y/n by I don’t fancy being kicked out of bed” she puts up her hands defensively

You sigh muttering a ‘fine’ as you shuffle over and climb into the other bed “I’ll kick you back” you warn him although your stomach was in a tizzy that you would be sharing a bed

He chuckles “That’s fair” he says plainly, unable to come up with a quick reply in that moment as he slides back down into the covers with you while George does the same in the bed with Jess

You faced away from him, clutching at the end of the covers, you didn’t mean to stay far away, you just needed a moment to compose yourself without looking at his handsome face. You had slept next to each other but not like this, not in a bed and not now you were older.

Meanwhile Fred stared at the back of your head, the week was looking a lot different now, it was hard enough last night with the proximity but you in the same bed, that was driving him insane. The urge to just wrap his arm around you and pull you into him was so strong, not to mention the urge to kiss you earlier which he almost succumbed to if not for his mothers interruption

A few minutes later you hear gentle snores coming from George and Jess, clearly falling asleep right away so you shuffle around, causing Fred to close his eyes pretending to sleep “You awake?” you whisper poking his nose, smiling at how it squishes

He scrunches it up a little but keeps his eyes closed “Freddie” you poke his nose again “Talk to me I’m bored” you whine

His lips tug up “I’m sleeping”

You giggle a little, the sound warming his heart “Please” you pout “If you talk to me I promise not to push you out of the bed” you bargain

He chuckles opening his eyes “Hi” he greets making you smile

“Hi” you say looking proud with yourself that he conceded

He takes a deep breath, admiring the way the moonlight light up your face “So what do you want to talk about?” he asks shifting in the bed a little to get comfy

You look in thought for a second “Who’d you think win in a battle Minnie or Sevy?” you pose

“Minnie hands down” he answers straight away

“That was an easy one i’ll admit...okay your turn to ask me a random question” you smile unintentionally shuffling close to him

He smiles at you thinking for a second “If you could be an animagus what form you think you’d take” he asks making you giggle “What?” he looks at you strangely “You were always going on about it back when I was at school with you” he defends his question

“I know sorry I just wasn’t expecting it” you try to recover “Before I answer what do you think I’d be?” you turn it on him

“This seems like an unfair game or a trick question” he eyes you, saying quiet for a moment before he answers “A bird?” your eyes widen that he managed to guess it “Alright before you say that’s a crap guess let me explain” he points at you while a smile just graces your face “Your always so free, maybe not very graceful…hey” he chuckles as you nudge him with your knee “I think it would suit you, besides just imagine how much mischief we could get up to if you could fly”

You nod “Very true” now you couldn’t wait to prank him “Although...” your expression drops a bit “...it’s been a long time since we created mischief...together anyway” you say sadly

“It has” he agrees “I’ve missed you” he says sincerely “I’ve missed having you around”

He really had, he was counting the days until you graduated so you could join him and George, of course much like you he wasn’t sure if that was something you still wanted

“Me too I am pretty great” you smirk

he doesn’t laugh this time instead just smiles dearly “That you are” he says quietly, eyes meeting as you both fall into a peaceful silence for a good few minutes

He notices you shiver “Cold?” his eyebrows furrow

You shuffle a little close making his breath hitch “I think there’s a draft on this side of the room” you hug the covers closer before peering up at him “Freddie?” you bite your lip

“Mhm?” he hums back eyes flicking to your bitten lip before returning to your eyes

“Can we cuddle like we used to in the common room? I’m cold” you admit, looking at him with doe eyes he could never say no to

His heart jumps “Of course” he opens his arms letting you cuddle into him before wrapping them softly around you

“Thanks Freddie” you mumble into his chest, feeling relaxed as you breathe in his scent

“Anytime love” he kiss the top of your hair letting himself smell your hair

“Night” you whisper nudging your nose into him

“Night” he squeezes you gently

#fred and reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley and reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley and you #fred wealsey fic #harry potter and sister #harry potter and reader #potter reader #Jilly #jilly fluff #James Potter #lily potter #dad james potter #weasley twins

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cinemaglow · 6 months

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This isn't going to be very coherent I'm sorry. I'm not a Buck-Tick superfan. I very easily *could* be but I've held myself back since I don't really have the time and energy to invest and become voraciously obsessed with a band like when I was younger. I haven't listened to all their albums. I've only watched or read a few translated interviews. Idk why I feel like I have to preface this post like this. I guess it's just weird that this is the most profoundly affected I've been by a musician's death in years, and I don't even have the encyclopedic knowledge that I do for some other musicians to have built a parasocial relationship on. I think it speaks for the depths of the beauty that Sakurai contained, that even while maintaining a respectful distance and just catching a surface level glinpse of his inner life he was so, so compelling. And even though I never learned a lot about his personal life I feel a kinship with him.

There are a few bands that have changed my life, not just in a general sense but in specific, measurable ways. Buck-Tick is one of them. I've had treatment resistant depression for most of my life. In 2020 I was, not as actively suicidal as I have occasionally been, but just so so tired and hopeless. I couldn't imagine a future for myself and I was fully prepared to never get out of bed again until I starved and decomposed. Somebody shared a picture of Sakurai on tumblr. I don't remember who or why or what picture but I thought he was compelling and beautiful and me being always a slut for men with long hair I was like 👀👀👀 and that's what led me to Buck-Tick.

Discovering Buck-Tick in late 2020 convinced me to keep fighting for my life. In fact it was reading the translation of these particular lyrics that literally gave my an epiphany or an internal eucatastrophe, like something fundamentally changed in the workings of my brain and the trajectory of my life made a sharp turn:

Your living heartbeat in this world is ephemeral, but it’s beautiful

The living heartbeat of everything in this world is ephemeral, but even so it shines

Your living heartbeat in this world—there’s nothing sad at all

A person I love can live in this world—there’s nothing sad at all

It's honestly kind of cheesy that something can change your outlook so immediately but I remember distinctly realizing that living depressed and miserable is still being a living person and therefore an expression of the goodness and beauty in the universe. I sobbed. I felt truly glad to be alive for the first time in a long, long time. I posted as much on facebook, so you could actually go back and find the exact date it happened. Anyway. I accepted that even if I never get completely better it's still worth fighting to be a bit better. I started grad school. I've made it alive through a lot of rancid shit associated with grad school. I still feel an underlying current of hope and ?cosmic joy? even when my more immediate mental health takes a nosedive because my fundamental view of the world has changed.

People who are a lot more knowledgeable about Sakurai's personal life than I am are posting about how even though he struggled deeply all his life he always fought to live, to find the beauty inherent in living, and that mindset clearly came through in his words and music, because he transmitted it to me. He was so, so beautiful, his mind, voice, countenance, artistry.....he and the rest of the band gave me a blueprint for aging fabulously when I literally couldn't picture myself being middle aged. I think he did a good job, with everything. I kind of feel the same way now as I did when I found out about a friend's suicide earlier this year. Like, it's all okay for him, on his end. One of my spiritual beliefs is that death is a reward, a well earned rest after engaging in the Sacred Work of living. Even if it's a few decades earlier than expected Sakurai deserves to rest after all he's given and I'm happy for him. It's the rest of us that have lost something. It's like we have one less star in the sky. I kind of had a dream that maybe I could make so stage clothes for him one day but oh well.

I was up for several hours just kind of numb last night after I heard the news so I am going to get something to eat and go back to bed for a bit (being unemployed does come with privileges haha). I'm feeling a lot more at peace now than I was last night. Later on I'm going to take a shower and then paint my nails, which seems like the best thing I can do at the moment to honor him. And I'm going to keep living, and making beautiful gothy clothes, and putting more beauty out into the world and appreciating the beauty that is always there no matter what happens.

#death #celebrity death #long post #sakurai atsushi

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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We Write the Story-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x (Black!)Hispanic!College!Female!Reader

Chapter Summary: The battle at Liberty begins after a trail down memory lane

Takes place during No Way Home

Word Count: 5.5k words

Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,

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A/N: This is yet another thing I found in my drafts. Chapter three has one paragraph written but two is done, so yay! As I said in the first chapter, this is very self-indulgent. I tried to put more focus on the reader being Hispanic than black but both are pretty relevant to my experience so there are some minor details that allude to the reader being black. I'm too lazy to edit them out. I hope you can understand.

Your anxiety continued a slow accent as the Spider-Men discussed their game plan. You were put on “babysitting duty,” instructed to watch over Michelle and Ned as they climbed through the portal to fight interdimensional villains.

You watched Peter’s live and felt a twinge of moroseness at his words. Even now, as he was trying to save New York, he accepted the cruelty it threw his way. The chemistry lab was quiet. You had all pulled up chairs at the entrance of the portal, silently watching- waiting. You had hugged Petey before he walked out, but it didn’t calm you as much as you had hoped. As you sat on this unstable wooden stool, your mind wandered to the past.

You remember when Petey first moved in. You were playing in the living room, your wooden puppet jumping as you jerked at the strings. Your father was in the kitchen, the smell of toasted tortillas and seasoned chicken wafting through the air. You liked flautas, but you preferred when your mom would make them. Your father was less familiar with the seasoning your mother would use; he stuck more to his Creole roots.

There was a knock at the door, but you remained unbothered. You and Señor Payaso were on a fabulous adventure, that you didn’t want to interrupt. They knocked again, and this time your father called out to you.

“Can you see who’s at the door, baby?”

You begrudgingly got up and pulled a chair over to the door. As you peeked through the peephole, you saw a familiar face, the sweet woman from across the hall. You liked her a lot. She always complimented your hair and all of your drawings. She was friends with your mother; when she died, the woman came over and cooked a lot, bringing her husband along. Mr Ben was nice too. He would put you on his shoulders and twirl you around.

You moved the chair and called out to your father, “It’s Ms May!”

You opened the door and let her in. She complimented your dress and asked about your day. You told her all about your new colouring book and left to get it for her. When you returned, she was talking in hushed whispers with your dad. Their faces looked serious and sad, but when they saw you, they painted on a smile.

Your father beckoned you, and you happily clambered into his open arms. As he rested you on his hip, he moved some hair out of your face.

“Hey, honey. So, Ms May came over to ask if you would want to play with her nephew. He just moved in and he doesn’t have any friends.”

You looked at May, not fully understanding. “Why does he live with you? Where are his parents?”

Your father said your name in a warning tone and you were confused, but Ms May cut him off, “No, no, it’s okay.”

Her smile was kind and you loved when she smiled at you.

“He lost both of his parents, like how you lost your mom." She explains. "So now he lives with me. He’s very scared, and I was hoping maybe you could hang out with him. You were so brave and it might be nice for Peter to have someone he can talk to about all of this.”

You thought about it for a moment. You couldn’t imagine what you would have done if you had lost both of your parents. You missed your mom a lot; Peter must be feeling that double. You liked Mr and Mrs Parker a lot, so you supposed you would like their nephew too.

“Okay." You agreed, "Does he have a favourite toy? Does he like to colour?”

May told you he would love to colour with you, so you rushed back to your room and grabbed all of your colouring books and three boxes of crayons, just in case. When you returned to the living room, you declared that you were ready to go. You walked across the hall with your father’s hand on your back instead of in your hand as they were very full.

As you walked in, you looked around but only saw Mr Ben. He spoke to the adults while you sat on the couch. You couldn’t hear everything they said, but you caught some of it. Their whispers swirled together and you couldn't tell who said what.

“-in his room”

“I don’t know”

“Thanks”

“He’s just so young”

Your stomach twisted. You remember hearing similar things said about you not so long ago. You hated when the adults around you tried to relate to what you were feeling. You didn’t even understand what you were feeling. You didn’t care what they had to say; you just wanted your mom. There was no one your age to talk to. No friends who got it. You didn’t want Ms May’s nephew to go through that.

You made your way up the stairs, deciding you would find him yourself. You saw an open door and peeked inside. There was a small bed and a lot of boxes in the room. It looked half-unpacked, not really a “room”.

“Hello?” You tried.

There was a scuffling sound but no response.

You walked in and looked around, “Are you Ms May’s nephew?”

You were looking at your feet, careful not to step on anything, when you noticed a pair of eyes under the bed. You set your colouring stuff down and lay on your stomach. He shimmied back some.

“Hi, I’m (Y/n). I’m your neighbour, do you want to play?” He didn't respond, just continued to stare at you.

“Tu hablas español?” Still he said nothing.

“Okay…I’ll just speak both.” You muttered, setting up the colouring supplies.

“Tengo crayons y colouring books, pero si quieres jugar something else podemos.” You began to colour, leaving a stack for him to choose from and the other boxes of crayons at the entrance of the bed.

You silently coloured for a while before you saw a small hand reach forward. He remained under the bed as you heard him flipping through pages. Soon enough, the adults came through the door. They were each surprised by what they saw.

“Where’s Peter?” Mr Ben asked.

You pointed under the bed, continuing to draw.

Ms May laid next to you, “Come on, Peter. Why don’t you come out and play? (Y/n)’s really nice, I promise.”

You shook your head, speaking to the shadows. “No tienes que salir if you don’t want to.”

Ms May looked at you with a question on her brow, one you recognised on adults by now. The "Why are you speaking Spanish?" look. Sometimes it was because you didn't look like your mom, and sometimes it was because they didn't know what you were saying. But you knew her's wasn't mean; Ms May was just curious.

“He hasn’t answered to Spanish or English. I don’t know what he speaks,” You replied with a shrug.

Mr Ben chuckled, “He doesn’t speak Spanish. I think he’s just shy, but thank you for trying.”

They eventually left you be, and you continued to colour. Peter still hadn’t left his hiding spot, but you could hear him scribbling across the page.

“I lost my mom,” You say in an effort to connect. “She got really sick, it happened a few months ago.”

He had stopped colouring, the only sound in the room coming from you and the switching of crayons.

“Grown-ups try to say stuff they think is nice. They tell you they’re sorry. Or they’ll say something like ‘you’re brave’. It’s annoying. I used to hide too.”

You heard him shuffle. He had crawled forward just enough that you could see his face emerging from the shadows, “Do you wanna come in?”

You wriggled in next to him, and he pushed the book he was working on between you. You coloured on opposite pages sharing a box of crayons between you. He used a lot of outlandish colours, his giraffe looking more like an alien than anything you’d seen at the zoo. You focused on your parrot. You passed a lot of time this way.

“How you say, ‘thank you’ in Spanish?”

You were excited to hear his voice again, “Gracias.”

“Gracias, (Y/n)”

He was so small and so scared. Everything he knew had been ripped away from him. You couldn’t help but think he was going through the same thing, only this time he couldn’t hide under his bed. He had to save the world.

You thought of all the times Petey had to be brave. You thought of all the times he didn’t. Like when you watched a horror movie for the first time, and he made you stay up with him all night because he was convinced that something was gonna come out of the closet as soon as he closed his eyes.

You thought of how nervous he was to ask Liz to the homecoming dance- how you had to coach him through it. You thought of how he would trip over himself anytime he talked to her. You thought of how he was just as nervous about asking out MJ. He would text you the whole trip about it (and also some of the Spider-Man stuff, but mostly MJ).

You thought about how kind and sweet he was. An absolute treasure. Petey would speak to you in Spanish if you were alone, knowing that it was a special thing to you, something that kept you connected to your mother. He had learned it through you, but also by studying on his own, surprising you every now and then with all he knew.

You thought about how he had learned to do simple braids in your hair. You had complained about how long it would take to do, and Petey stayed up all night watching youtube tutorials and practising on May. The next day he showed up with a rat-tail comb and a bag of rubber bands, ready to help.

You thought about how he and May would practice making dishes that you grew up with to surprise you for “family” dinner.

Actually, no. Family dinner. No quotes necessary. They were your family. They were all you had, and they were wonderful.

They were your family. Now it’s just Petey. Petey who is currently broadcasting his location so that he can fight a bunch of psychos who would not hesitate to kill him.

You stand abruptly, surprising the not-so-much kids beside you. You rush through the portal and ignore their calls for you to return. You can’t, not now. The Spider-Men hear the commotion and quickly group together. As you turn the corner, Petey’s face is wild with concern.

“(Y/n), You can’t be here-”

You cut him off with a hug. You pull him as close as you can, and don’t hesitate you crush him with all of your strength. He lets out a small “oof” as you accidentally push all the air out of his body. Tears silently fall from your eyes, and Petey finally reciprocates.

“(Y/n), You have to go back. It’s not safe.”

You make no effort to distance yourself, instead mumbling into his chest. “Don’t die.”

Petey pulls you away enough to see your face, “I’m not gonna die.”

Your face twists in anger but he knows it’s not for him. “You will come back to me. In one piece. Or so help me god, these a-holes are gonna wish you had kicked their ass instead.”

A small smile spreads on his face, “I know. I will. No voy a ir a ninguna parte, lo prometo.”

You wipe at your face and Petey chuckles. He’s trying to cheer you up. Even now, Petey is trying to keep you happy, like always.

“Besides, todo el mundo sabe que tengo la hermana más aterradora que hay. Cualquiera que se cruce contigo sería un pinche supido hijo de puta.” It wasn’t perfect but you grasped the message.

You gasped in faux horror, “Aye Petey, Quién te enseñó eso?”

Peter only laughed, “You did. You curse more in Spanish than in English. Which is crazy 'cause you have the foulest language I’ve ever heard.”

You slap his arm, and he pretends it hurt. You glance around and lose your breath. You could see all of New York from here. The city glistened against the deep ocean, the lights dancing across the rolling waves. It was breathtaking. Movement over to your left catches your attention and your eyes landed on Peter. He was leaning against the railing with his arms stretched out while talking to Pete. When you looked, he quickly turned his head, but he was looking at you. Petey chuckled, breaking you from your trance. Man, maybe your attraction was obvious.

“I’ll send him over,” Petey says with a smirk.

You scold, telling him not to, but he was already shouting for Peter.

As he sauntered up, Petey sent you a wink, patting his multiversal counterpart on the shoulder as he passed. Peter looked at you with a playfully confused look. His brows were slightly furrowed but his grin was unmistakable.

“So, what’s up?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so flippant about this whole multiversal mayhem. But also he made you a little nervous, and you were laughing through your flustering.

“Oh, I was just uh- you know...givin’ the whole ‘Don’t Die’ speech before battle. You know how it is.” Peter’s face fell a little sombre, giving you the impression he knew all too well.

He played along, not wanting to address the severity of the situation. You both knew; there was no reason to loll in it. He nodded his head a few times before his arms folded crossed his chest and his head tilted to the side, a soft smile taking over his face.

“So, do I get one?”

You smiled, “Peter Parker. I will be very upset if you die. Don’t do it or I’ll come kill you myself.”

He chuckled, the sound of a sweet song. “Sounds like a lose-lose, I don’t think I’m getting a fair deal.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah? Well, how about this: If you die, no date.”

It was risky, but what did you have to lose? Pete’s words had been on your mind more than you would care to admit. Everything you once knew had been flipped on its head. Maybe there was a chance, maybe he was the right one. But did it matter? It’s completely possible that this man will evaporate from this world in an hour. What harm was there in flirting with him? He was nice with a kind smile, and it felt good to be looked at like that. Like you were something to behold.

Your words seem to surprise him. A deep, thunderous laugh ripped from his chest. It was a delightful sound. One you wanted to hear more often. His hand flew to his heart as he took a step back as if blown away. He looked at you with an amused glimmer in his eye and a grin that split his face. He was the perfect embodiment of "boyish charm."

“Now, the stakes are high,” He teased.

It’s safe to say you were freaking out. You stood at the mouth of the portal, its fizzling crackle a static that you had become accustomed to. MJ held the magic-cube-thing as you tried to keep the both of them calm, coaching Ned to breathe deep and focus. You could hear the zaps of electricity flying through the air, bright flashes of light shocking out the shadows in the dark room. Everything got cloudy for a moment, and you recognised this dust storm as Flint’s arrival. Everyone was showing up fast, and you should have been miles away, but with the portal open, you were nowhere close to safe.

A loud crash echos out and startles a scream out of the kids. You gently shush them, not wanting any unwanted attention. You were working through a plan, an escape route. You loved Petey, but he wasn’t very good with backup plans, and this was a perfect example.

You heard heavy steps and spun to look through the Portal. The talking lizard was stalking towards you.

“Hey! Hey! We gotta go!”

The kids follow your gaze and their eyes widen in fear. You grab the box from MJ and start pushing them in front of you. The Lizard has landed in the room and is throwing tables and chairs.

You make it to the doors and point down the hall, “You guys run to the cafeteria, watch each other’s backs and hide!”

They hesitantly run, glancing at you periodically over their shoulders. You look behind you, and the lizard is trained on your hand. You wave the box, “Come on, big boy, this way!”

He rears his head back and lets out a gut-wrenching roar. You push through the door and into the hall. Your footsteps echo in the dark, empty corridors. You hadn’t necessarily liked high school, but the dreadful memories did nothing to relieve the creepy atmosphere. You could hear his talons cut into the metal lockers around you as he got closer. You whipped your head around to confirm your suspicions. You felt nauseous as you saw his yellowed teeth bared at you.

You swung a sharp left into the library. You ducked under a table and crawled quietly in the dark. As the creature broke through the doors you heard him stop. You could hear a subtle growl leave his throat, sharp breaths as he sniffs around the room. You reach the wall and grab a book off the shelf. You can see his feet as he walks across the floor. Your heart is beating in your chest as he gets closer. His tail swings in front of you, working side to side. You take a steady breath and throw the book into the corner behind you.

He roars and charges at the sound. You make a break towards the lined shelves while he’s distracted. You silently hoped the books you heard being decimated would accept your apology, that they would understand. There’s a door on the other side, it will put you in the hallway right across from the gym. You didn’t like the idea of a big open space, but maybe you could hide if you could make it to the bleachers. It’s the best idea you have right now.

The Lizard had begun throwing the tables you were hiding under before. It wouldn’t be long until he started destroying the shelves too. You crouched down and made your way to the door, pushing it open with shaky hands and closing it as softly as you could. You entered the gym and looked around. You spotted the supply room and tried the handle.

It was locked, “shit!”

You could still hear the library being ransacked. Your only way in was to break the window. You knew it would make a lot of noise, but you had to arm yourself with something. You raise the box and bring it down as hard as you can. The glass shatters and you hear a roar erupt in the building. You ball your hand up in your sleeve and push through the glass wiggling the handle. You grab a bat by the door and a football flag that was hanging on the wall. You hear stomping in the hallway and panic. Well- more so than you were before.

The bleachers were pulled out and you thanked whatever deity might have been watching over you. You find a gap in the bars and squeeze your way through. Just then The lizard kicks in the heavy metal doors. You fall back into the shadows and watch through the space between the seats as he makes his way to the middle of the floor. You try to tame your shaking hands, knowing there was nothing you could do with the adrenaline coursing through your body.

You place the bat between your legs and tie the box to a belt loop on the back of your jeans, that way you can have two hands to swing. You tried to remember everything you knew about the creature in front of you, anything that may give you an upper hand. You remembered him talking about “healing the world.” Apparently, this “enhancement” mutated his genes and he had faster healing and was super strong. He was also a man-eating lizard. And you were just a poor college student from Queens.

Suddenly he stopped, his head turned towards you as he continued to sniff the air around him. A sneer besmeared his face, his eyes opened and it seemed he was looking right at you.

“There you are...” his nauseating voice drew out.

He charged forward and you screamed. His claws reached through the slits and pried at them. He got his arm through and swiped; you fell back as you narrowly dodged them. He continued with that for a while before he abandoned the approach. His yellow eyes glared at you through the gap he had created before growling. He must have grown up watching Dora too. If you can’t go through, you can't go above it, if you can’t go under it, you have to go around it. He backed away and bounded towards the bars you had slipped through. You ran to meet him there, to hopefully hold him off.

He reached his hand through and you swung at it. It didn’t seem to deter him. The response was more like someone playfully pushing your hand away from their plate, as opposed to a twenty-something swinging a metal bat at full force. He reached for you again but this time he caught your bat in his claws. It shredded the barrel, the metal blossoming out at jagged angles. You could work with that.

You brought it over your head and aimed at his arm. He reared back as the metal cut through his scales. You could hear the fury in his scream, your blood ran cold at the sound. You watched as the flesh slowly melded back together, soon the damage was erased. It hit you then, you were truly no match. He brought his hand back up and sliced through the barrier of bars, bending them with little effort to push through. You took steps back as he got closer. He was hunched down, unable to stand in this space. You were trapped if you couldn’t find a way out.

At the other entrance, you saw a fire extinguisher. You rushed to grab it, pulling the pin and aiming it directly at him. You felt the metal bars against your back. He let out another roar and you pulled on the trigger. Foam flew through the air and the smell of compressed CO2 made you dizzy. You threw it and he caught it in his mouth, as his teeth punctured it white plumes billowed from the canister. While he was blinded you tried to squeeze through the bars. In his thrashing, he caught you on the arm. His claws felt like a blade, cutting through you easily.

You cried out as you collapsed on the floor. Rolling over, you pushed yourself up, ignoring the searing pain in your bicep. Your bat was long gone and you were on your own. You made your way to the middle of the gym, trying to plan your next escape. You heard the grating noise you hate to say you knew, he had slashed through the other set of bars. You sympathised with the groan the metal released as it was bent and twisted against its will.

His horrid eyes fell on you again and you turned to run. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint, he's gaining on you (Shia Leboeuf). Your body hurts and all this running is pumping blood, you’re getting woozy from the loss. You trip and hit the ground hard; you feel disoriented. You start crawling forward, hoping to put enough distance between you.

Just then a loud crash rings through the gymnasium. You turn your head to see The Lizard slammed into the bleachers, the seats folding around him under the weight. Something flew across the room and soon a cloud of green smoke enveloped the space. You heard footfall quickly approaching you and curled in on yourself; your brain unable to catch up with the chaos of the situation.

“Hey, hey, It’s okay. It’s just me.” His gloves caught on the cotton of your ribbed top.

You slowly opened your eyes and they fell upon shining stars; chocolate and autumn leaves and everything sweet in the world. His jaw was set, strong enough to cut diamonds. His lips looked velvety and decadent; though they sagged heavily at the end, his distress evident in his frown.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I smell blood.” He quickly questioned.

You motioned that you wanted help up, but instead of offering you his hand, he scooped you up in his arms. Your stomach fluttered at the act, the gentleness he was showing you. You were pressed tightly against him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

You took a shaky, flustered breath. “I’m fine. El cabrón caught me in the arm, but I’ll be okay.”

He took notice of the way you were holding your arm and shifted you to take a better look. He curled you like he was using you to train his biceps, pushing your chest into his. His eyes grew as he looked over your wound.

“It’s okay. You’re- you’re gonna be okay.” He reassured.

He was breathing heavily. You thought before that it was from exertion, but the panic in his eyes was one you recognised.

“Yeah, I know.”

Your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to mumble; repeating that you would be fine like he was trying to manifest it in truth.

"Peter, Hey. Listen to me, I’m okay.”

He shook his head, breaking his trance, and then finally looked back at you. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You met everyone out on the scaffolding; Lady Liberty had seen better days. Peter had finally set you down, and he had used your mangled sleeve to wrap around your cut. As you stepped through the portal it closed behind you. You glared at the spot it used to occupy.

“Por qué no hiciste eso antes, huh?”

You heard your name called out from behind you and as you tuned you were knocked back by the strength of your two-out-of-three of your favourite teens. You held them close, happy to be in their embrace- relieved that they were safe. They talked over each other, spewing their concern and everything that had happened while you were separated. As Ned spoke he flailed his hands, sparks flew from his fingers and with a flourish of his wrist he accidentally opened a portal.

You threw the kids behind you, waiting for whatever may emerge. To your surprise, Dr Strange stepped forward. He whipped his hand and the box flew from your waist. You all protested: a series of ‘wait’s and ‘no’s leaving your mouths.

“Where is he?”

“Before you do anything Mister- Dr Strange, sir,” Ned pleads. “Peter’s plan is working!”

You all nod adamantly as he eyes your group sceptically, “What plan?”

“He’s curing them!” Ned explains, pride dripping from his words.

You pointed to the corner. There sat an older man who looked a little ridiculous dressed in some gym shorts and a mesh, orange jersey for flag football. Strange stepped forward to get a better look.

“Who’s that?” He asks, his tone losing its previous hostility.

“That’s Dr Connors, the giant lizard,” MJ supplies as the man in question gives a tentative wave.

The wizard looks between the reformed man and your odd group a few times before he slowly nods his head, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

He walks off and you grow nervous. You hope he can see the vision, that he lets Petey do this. He’s sacrificed so much, It would be a shame to see his victory ripped away from him. You watch as the three of them swing around, their synchronization mesmerizing to you. It was almost beautiful. If not also death-defying and frightening.

But the little fear you felt grew tenfold, at an exponential rate. Over the horizon, you saw a flying figure approaching. Your blood ran cold and you can’t help the way your body starts to tremble.

You quickly turn to Ned, “Can you open a portal?”

He looks at you confused, his anxiety rising as he tries to understand why you’re upset. “No, Dr Strange took the ring back.”

You silently curse the old man and spin around, trying to find somewhere to run, when his nauseating voice rings through the sky, “Can the Spider-Man come out to play?!”

You freeze. His haunting cadence fills your ears, and you don’t know what to do. You think of his freakish, twisted smile as he gave his “We are gods” monologue. You could hear his sickening cackle as Peter beat in his face. You heard his taunting drawl as he choked Peter. You thought of how he had killed Ms May. The only mother you truly knew. You wondered if she was as scared as you were in her final moments. You couldn’t breathe; you couldn’t move. Completely frozen in fear.

You could vaguely hear Ned and MJ calling out to you, but the world was too far away from you now. It felt like your skin was melting off of you and your brain was spinning in your skull. He couldn’t be here. Petey couldn’t be here. He was dangerous. He wasn’t like the others, his only objective was wreaking havoc, and he had no remorse for the pain and suffering he dealt.

A loud boom erupts through the night air, a crescendo of collapsing metal and golden rings. You feel the scaffolding shake and see it falling apart around you. It gives way. Michelle panics as she starts to tip back and without thinking you pull her towards you. You watch as she grows smaller and smaller in your view, as everything gets further and further away. You hear a scream but don’t realise it’s yours, the sound leaving your lungs as the wind whips around you. Ned hangs from debris and you scold yourself for not protecting him better.

Your arms wave helplessly around you as your brain looks for something to grab onto. Suddenly Petey appears in your view. His face is battered and bruised, his eyes are trained on you. He looks aged, as if the last twelve hours have stolen what was left of his innocence. It was hard to watch him grow up, he was no longer your Little Petey. But this hurt more. Because this wasn’t him growing up, this was him falling apart.

He extends his hand to you and you reach for it. Your fingers brush against the cool metal of his nanotech before he’s ripped away, pinned to the front of the Goblin’s glider.

You hear a gut-wrenching cry from Peter as he was toted away, saw the defeat and rage in his eyes. You close your eyes and swallow back tears. You had never given much thought to how you would die. You were always so busy worrying about everything else. You worried about your father, you worried about May, you worried about Peter. You worried about your grades, you worried about your job, you worried about keeping your place clean. There was always so much to do, so much going on.

But as the end drew near, you still couldn’t think of you. Petey had lost so much and you hated to think you would be another boulder to carry. Another reason to grieve. You thought of all the milestones you would miss. He had always joked that you would one day be his best man, and he would be your maid of honour.

But you wouldn't be there for his wedding. You wouldn’t be there when he graduated from high school. You wouldn’t be there for his first hangover. You wouldn’t be there for his child’s first steps. You wouldn’t be there. You sent out an unguided wish, a silent prayer to anyone who might hear.

Please, let him be okay. Tell him that I love him, that he was the best friend, the best family, the best brother anyone could wish for. Tell him it’s gonna be okay.

You closed your eyes and let the tears slip. It was odd. They didn’t drip down your face, but floated up, as if not to stain you. You hoped the ground would be merciful, that your death would come swiftly. You imagined you were on the high dive at the pool you and Peter used to frequent in the summers. You were sailing into the deep waters, soon to be comforted by the chlorine and Petey’s cheers. You smiled.

Let me tell you, this depressive episode is going CRAZY, so again, I'm sorry for not posting as much and thank you for your patience. And I would like to reiterate, I am getting through it with the love and support of friends and medical professionals. I will eventually be okay, but I'm not now, and that's okay too. I hate to ask, but if you guys could leave some comments or nice words it would really mean a lot to me :))

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Socks' Ultimate Phantoms list, part two

PART ONE

Phantoms, continued:

David Thaxton - Had this moment in Final Lair where it looked like he’d had a heart attack, and then Christine put her hands over his on his heart and just—🥺 David Arnsperger - Had a wild self-caress right before MOTN where he rocked backward. That's it, that's all I remember. John Cudia - I remember actively not liking his Phantom the first time I saw him, but I changed my mind at his Final Lair because it was so good. Jonathan Roxmouth - Has a slightly nasally tone and a slightly deeper voice than a lot of Phantoms. He did not have good pants. Actually the worst pants I’ve ever seen. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is not afraid to burn you if you’ve wronged him. I also don’t like how his wig looks like thinning hair at the very front. Tim Martin Gleason - Don't ask me why, I just like him okay. James Romick - Really like his voice. Does an excellent sad. Derrick Davis - Fantastic voice. Brought a touch of humanity to that awful restaged show and made it worth watching. Wish we could have seen him in Real POTO. Great ass. Brent Barrett - I remember liking him. Thomas James O’Leary - Good acting, good voice.

Jon Robyns - Makes excellent noises during the Final Lair. Good voice. James Gant - Works best with Eva Shanu-Wilson. Okay acting, but nothing else really going on. Occasional good moments.

Christines: Lisa Vroman - An "older" Christine. Great chemistry with Franc D'Ambrosio. Initiated a gentle hand-holding during the ring return with him which was an excellent choice that I don’t often see. Made some other excellent choices throughout the show in reacting to what was happening around her. Looks like she could kill you, is a cinnamon roll except when she’s going to kill you. Elizabeth Southard - Another "older" Christine. Love her. The best chemistry with Gary Mauer, her irl husband. Also had great chemistry with Jim Weitzer, who was her Raoul. Very, very good actor. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll but only for her husband, otherwise she can and will kill. Luzia Nistler - Love her voice. Austrian. (Like German, but elegant.) Emilie Kouatchou - I wanted to like her. But she has a ton of vibrato and she sounds like a child. I also don't care for her acting. She looked like she was only doing what she was told, rather than reacting to things happening around her. Meghan Picerno - I don't remember anything about her. I saw her live right after the reopening. Celinde Schoenmaker - I've only heard audio of her but I remember liking her. Kanisha Feliciano - Good Wishing. Looks fabulous in the blue dress. I love her wigs more than any other Christine. Hers doesn’t look like a frizzy mess. Lucy St Louis - She played a very sympathetic Christine, and has such a beautiful voice. Lily Kerhoas - fierce. Loved the anger she had in Final Lair. Holly Anne-Hull - too much vibrato Paige Blankson - too much vibrato

Raouls: Christopher Carl - Didn't get to see much of him owing to the fact that the boots he's in are Phantom-centered highlights. The little I have seen of him has been excellent though. Ciaran Sheehan - I like him better as Raoul than as the Phantom. He was ready to throw hands. Has a very stilted way of singing that reminds me of the few clips of Colm Wilkinson, but sounds better than Colm. Willing to troll his associates irl. Bronson Norris Murphy - A. Dorable. The best. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll. Could probably do a murder if pushed far enough. Have heard audio and now seen a boot and he’s a protective Raoul. Hands down my favourite Raoul. John Riddle - Saw him live right after the reopening. I don't remember anything specific about him. Paul Schaefer - Nice chest. Matt Blaker - meh

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Saw the movie tonight and surprised how red his hair was. It was better than expected. About a 5. The friends, Lydia, Russell and sister played by Sofia, made it watchable and had the good lines. Priyanka was better than expected, bit I also identified a bit with the character as having gone through the loss of my fiance, a few moments she got right. Sad Sam was tge weak link for me. I think his purpose was to play the off beat funny role to her more role, but for me he didn't get a laugh. He had a few moments where he was relaxed, and it's not that he was bad, just not very good. I disagree with Roger guys, overly harsh but agree, it was strange to see a typical Hallmark movie, as this is, get a big theatrical release. The ending was quick too to fast, strange. Wish they went more with You've got Mail ending. Priyanka's character making demands, and instead relationship rules was too much for what was set up. 5/10. Shout to supporting players is my review. Okay time to move on to what's next. Caitriona looked fabulous on Late Late! Let's find some good stuff coming up. Have a fantastic weekend!

Thank you for the review!

Hope your weekend will be lovely and peaceful 🧡

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Okeydoke. CM 16x09 "Memento Mori". What delights and disappointments do you have in store for me...

Spoilers etc etc etc under the cut.

I've been rewatching season 3. It feels like such a different show. I think the impact of the shake up of producers and cast that happened in season 5/6 cannot be overestimated. And of course with this new season they've actively tried to make it a different iteration. But yeah...the creative vision or whatever shifted a lot over its original run.

Anyway.....back to the matter at hand...

oh no...Rossi flashback. :/ oh buddy. ngl hearing Rossi break up like that makes me very sad.

(Emily you look fabulous in your funeral dress)

I do appreciate the time they've given to Rossi & Emily's relationship

also it just makes me uncomfy that Rossi's doing his canvassing all alone. Even the Mormons don't do that.

OH SHIT is going down!

Emily is your blazer sparkly? no no it's like some kinda tufted wool pattern. (Cute)

JJ your hair looks great

Tara you must be right, "it's hard to be a new dad and a psychopath at the same time" (also you look great bb)

OH SNAP he walked right in??!! with a lil smirk??!!

Okay okay okay TARA / REBECCA FLASHBACK. Aw, Tara that look on your gorgeous face. 🥰 I am not intimately familiar with Al-Anon but I can see how Rebecca's history might influence her tendency to go scorched earth/go to extremes in her reactions.

I wish the flashbacks were in color though. The black & white photography is pretty I suppose, but I wanna see their beautiful faces in full color.

Urgency!! Rebecca coming thru!! (in her fire burgundy suit btw)

this Sacramento offer is all she's got?? I know she's under review, whatever that entails, and presumably thus no longer in line for an associate atty general job (is that actually a thing??) but she's... still actively working in the DOJ in Washington DC hence why she's even plausibly (lol) in this room. Why would this Sacramento job be the only option left to her? This does not make sense.

Tara looks so beautiful, GOD. but also too sad.

Ugh back to this bitch (Elias)

This little tete-a-tete w/ Rossi is...intruiging. Ooh twist that knife sir.

LOL the very subtle sound cue/background music they put on Rossi's grin after he says "Almost." God that was perfect. Like the cartoon sparkle on a smile. Like the Schitt's Creek chime.

Wow this guy has plans on plans on cojones. I like him. He's bad news.

Side note: it annoys me that they keep calling Sicarius the "most prolific" killer they've ever seen. Didn't they estimate Frank's body count in the 80s or 90s?

Oh....our favorite asshole Tyler Green. Oh and our other favorite ah Will - here in an official non-husband capacity. Neato.

The question remains....is Tyler Green a bad guy? He's clearly taking PG for a ride, but what that fully means I don't know.

OOooooh big drama betw Tyler & Luke. That stare down!

Does PG see it now? She might.

F U C K. Suspicions (Apparently!) confirmed ! !

Rossi you in danger girl.

this could still be a vigilante type situation...but they're leaning hard on making Green seem sus and at the very least he's an uncontrolled quantity. He's gonna get in the way.

ok another flashback. this one im categorizing as dumb bc it's about Tyler. Honestly I'd rather have an Emily flashback. Even if it's just her like...loading her dishwasher. God, what I wouldn't give.

cute baby tho. Tyler has baby-related ptsd

This angst filled grocery shopping RULES!!!!! Rolling Stones babey!!!

Rossi, stalking people while they are grocery shopping is not nice. I get it, you have a job to do blah blah. But coming up on ladies in the cereal aisle is just annoying as hell.

OH MY GAWD. Rossi talking serial killer with the wife in the CEREAL AISLE?!?!?!!!!! only god above and people I'll never speak to know if this was by design but I am LOSING it over this stupid visual pun.

Sydney! You left your toilet paper! Don't you remember how hard it was to get toilet paper just a few short years ago?!

LMAO Rossi you got played buddy.

It does feel odd given recent episodes that Bailey isn't in the middle of this fray, but I'm so not mad he's not there.

Emily's "yes ma'am" reminds me of her very flat "ma'am" to Strauss in "100". Very different (this one contains no venom), but I just have not been able to get Strauss out of my head while watching Prentiss this season.

ZOMG LUKE & PENELOPE. Pen, why are you oversharing with him???!!!! Oh honey. You really think he's just your friend. Can't talk to Prentiss bc you already fucked that up, can't talk to JJ bc JJ will call you out on your shit, can't talk to Tara bc she's in her own world of hurt... you friend zoned Luke and are about to find Out!

Oh GOd PG! Like... I know you sometimes lack a filter but c'mon. 😬

FUCK Rossi WHAT are you DOING. This man who has been marinating in grief for years is about to lose it all

The only one who we know knows where he is is Tyler Green (awful sentence so sorry)

I'm getting tense

The Two Devolvers

AAAGH I just LOVE when an intense moment goes straight to psoriasis drug commercials!!! Fuck!

Is the Dan & Sheila thing a reference to a real podcast of some sort? Who are Dan and Sheila.

I do like when the show seems to acknowledge the shortcomings of profiling as an endeavor

Rossi rounding out the Brown Jacket Brigade

Oh. Emily.

Oh. GARCIA. Chickens....roosting....etc

i am just dying, Dying for Emily to completely Lose Her Shit. i doubt she will get the opportunity. But I want it.

JJ getting the lay of the land watching Emily's reaction. Tara getting the lay of the land watching Penelope.

I want Rossi to pee in the car, and then say "it's just a rental".

A favor from DC Metro? For when they are in the field in SEATTLE? I know this is just to get Will into the mix but it's annoying.

Garcia! Um, the implication that you think avoidant-attachment style folks are like...better at or predisposed to lying? Fucked up. I think you have not been getting an A+ in therapy (thing that's normal to want, etc...). All this "Penelope has thrived during the pando / been getting so great at self care etc" seems to be revealing itself as a front of sorts. Kinda feels like a third, smaller, devolution.

The Will stans of the world will rejoice - he's on the jet

For the record, I think Emily made a calculated risk/decision to send PG into the field with the rest. Perhaps thinking she would be uniquely situated to convince/keep Tyler out of the way. Meta-wise, it was necessary to then place JJ/Will and Luke/Garcia in the same frame on the jet. I'm sure that was no accident.

Ugh. Do we think Rossi's out? Is he gonna be dead when this is all said and done? I hope not. He's still got lots of grandparenting to do. But he really should fucken retire.

OOOOHHHHH. THE GARVEZ DATE. Again...I wish they gave us these flashbacks in color.

Oh, handholding!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it's not the specific handholding I wished for, but it's the handholding I absolutely needed!!!!!!

Luke, my man. I love ya. I feel for ya. God. I'm sorry things went this way. Honestly, PG, if you have trouble conversing in a non-dunking way with someone you consider a friend...like maybe I'm being judgmental here but that sounds like a you problem that you might want to figure out babe.

Thinking about Luke compared with Derek. Derek would have pushed back on a statement like that from PG. Luke, bless him, does not push back because he's got more at stake emotionally / is wounded by it. But a statement like that from PG needs pushback, especially if you're trying to redefine the relationship.

I feel so bad for Emily. She has to keep it together but you know she's furious and deeply worried about her kidnapped work wife

Now we've come back around to Rossi's flashback pain. He didn't want to watch his wife be closed up underground. I see.

Zomg. I wonder if they are gonna cliffhanger the season with Rossi still trapped underground.

AAAAAAAAAAAH

I quite enjoyed this episode. I liked the directing, though I would have preferred the flashbacks in color. There were some really nice shots in there. A lot of backstory snippets. I wanna know more about Tara. What prompted her to go to Al-Anon, years after her marriage broke up? Does that have anything to do with the toning down/disappearance of her swagger? As for Garvez - I don't feel the same level of upset over how this has played out, but I think we're headed toward a reveal of Luke's deeper feelings and some kind of reckoning. And while it's not necessarily *fun* to watch Garcia make these choices, I am not convinced this was a completely bad decision storytelling-wise. I know, I'm in the minority there. Let her fuck up! Let her be unlikable, selfish, blind. I guess what would disappoint me the most is if there's no turn in this story, no real consequences or accountability. We'll see.

Favorite scene hands down was the angsty grocery shopping. What can I say, it gave me life.

#cm spoilers #cme spoilers #criminal minds spoilers #criminal minds evolution spoilers #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution

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MHA Characters Halloween Costumes

Mr Aizawa: makes no effort whatsoever, comes to school in his sleeping bag, is dubbed Mr Worm for the rest of the day

Bakugou: blood, lots of it, perhaps holding a severed replica of Deku's head that he made just to piss him off or scare him, Kirishima teases him for the amount of detail he put into it

Kirishima: Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson but from the 90s (you know the pic I'm talking about lol)

Deku: All Might. Who else? lol

Kaminari: Pikachu onesie!

Momo: probs some famous politician woman in history or something (Ruth Bader Ginsberg)

Asui: kind of a dick move but could we dress her up as Kermit the Frog?

Mina: cute kitty or matching Kaminari's by dressing as Ash

Aoyama: a fabulous and sparkly vampire, or himself ofc ("why would I want to be anyone other than moi?")

All Might: he'd say he's gotta keep up the image of the symbol of peace so he wouldn't dress up but really he kept scaring himself everytime he saw his reflection when he dressed up as something scary, goes as his hero form just to welcome everyone to the party then hangs out in the corner watching his students have fun like a proud father

Principal Nezu: the literal devil, would act innocent and cute but we all know dude's cray

Todoroki: would wear something very literal or practical because he researched the origins of Halloween the night before the party, a shirt that says "I am not a human" to fool the monsters roaming the streets, either that or he's too scared to leave his house at all because he's a gullible baby

Iida: doesn't really get it, dresses as normal, everyone boos him (sad bro lol)

Uraraka: okay this is so biased but imagine if she dressed as Deku, and Izuku literally dies of embarrassment and thinks she looks super cute

Shoji: Edward Scissorhands or Doc Oc

Mineta: dresses as a spy or some shit like that just so he has the excuse to carry around a camera or binoculars and sneak around the room (bitch)

Ojiro: this is so fucking stupid but imagine if he drew a face on his tail to make it look like him and styled the hair on it like his - im sorry, either that or the cowardly lion from Wizard of Oz

Sato: Michelin Man

Jiro: Wednesday Addams

Koda: Snow-fucking-White, bitch!

Sero: Spiderman, yesssss

Tokoyami: would look super edgy as a plague doctor, and Kaminari freaks out because he's a SPC freak lol

Hagakure: John Cena lmao

#mha headcanons #bnha #mha #mha imagines #halloween #spooky

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halliescomut · 1 year

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Secret Crush on You ep 4

-Why is this man in a chicken suit??

- Crashing the party is a good idea...convincing Jao to go with Sky is an excellent idea. 😁

- Thes gay boys being afraid of Som's legs is so ridiculous 😂. Yes Daisy you do look fabulous and should be confident!!

-Jao likes Sky ☺️☺️ He's being so cute.

- I like that Nuea's such a gentleman. It's unfortunate Toh's too trapped in his own nervousness to realize why.

-He's wasting his chance by continuing with the creepy stuff.

-He just bit that man 😂😂 The drunkies want Nuea to bite Toh back 😂😂 and he did...and it was kinda hot.

- Oh he fainted again.

-I am very distracted by Sky's cigarette box print shirt.

-And the matchmaking shenanigans continue. Yes send Jao away with Sky. Sky is showing all his cards to Jao, and Jao is still confused. 🙄

-Aww the sniff kisses 😚. One of my fave things from Thai BLs.

-Oh yes, drunk shenanigans!! I love it (I have concerns over the consent issues that arise, but...)

-Sky's waiting for him to turn his lights out. That's so precious!!! I'm gonna over use that word I think with this show, but it is!!!

-He brought Toh back to his room!!!! I don't think that's what Som and Daisy intended!!

-Toh!!! Are you seriously disappointed that Nuea didn't take advantage of you while you were drunk!?! Bad Toh!!

-Well it's gotten very awkward. Do NOT look under that blanket!!!

-Op...ad break for multivitamins I guess...that was weird.

-This is gonna be a random observation, but I like that Nuea has armpit hair. It's so common for Thai actors to shave them or whatever (which it's w/e, but beauty standards are trash sometimes).

-He just kneed Toh in the dick. 😂

-And then Toh had to make it super weird....and creepy.

- Okay like the shower scene was hot but also so weird. One of them needs to confess to the other before I lose it.

-Well okay then Nuea....well played. OMG the booty pinch, I'm blushing now too 😳☺️

-Grrrr....

- I swear that friend group is very sweet but they've only got like 7 braincells between them sometimes.

-Jesus, I can't believe they just shoved Toh into Nuea. Like dude. None of y'all know the meaning of subtle.

-I'm gonna fucking cry.

-Aww weekend getaway to help Toh stop feeling sad. That's nice.

-Yes Nuea, don't give up!!!

#Secret Crush on You #NueaToh #BillySeng #SkyJao

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why of course anon!!! i would be happy to fulfill your request which i most certainly did not edit to say exactly what i wanted. (hey, i already did the rest of it. :p)

anyway. to my eternal sadness raiden does not have a lot of healthy relationships in canon and even the ones he does have mostly don’t show up until revengeance. (and people say it isn’t technically canon. IT GAVE HIM FRIENDS. YOU WOULD TAKE AWAY HIS FRIENDS?) [coughs] however he DOES have some and i am going to talk about them now. (some of these are more subjective than others. and some are more ‘potential’ as well. shhh, i can do what i want.) i’ll start with the potentials.

Emma Emmerich

yeah, yeah, i know, she barely existed, but you have to take note of their canon interactions. (i do not consider the interactions they can have if the player chooses to be a jackass to be canon. if i did that things would get insane in so, so many ways.) although they didn’t get much time to get to know each other, what time they do have is bizarrely sweet even under the tense circumstances.

emma is... to put it mildly, enough to try anyone’s patience, although her terror of water in particular is very understandable considering what she’s been through. despite how much she’s slowing him down, raiden is nothing but gentle and kind with her (unless the player chooses to be a jackass, but that one’s on them). he could just knock her out and drag her along, or any other more cruel methods, but he doesn’t. he comforts her and figures out a way for her to get through the water. during all this, she trusts him enough to go along with it, and even opens up a little bit, telling him about her childhood. (she also questions the authenticity of his hair, but let’s be real, with hair that fabulous, who wouldn’t question it?)

they don’t get to interact much, but what interactions they do have are some of the healthiest he has in the entire game. given more time, i think they could have been friends.

Olga Gurlukovich

yeah, this is another complicated ‘potential’ one. although the motivations behind everything are complicated to say the least, she does help raiden, and in the end even sacrifices herself to save him and her child. meanwhile, he tries to keep her from doing so, and is openly horrified and saddened at her death, to the point that that, not any of the awful things he’s been through over the course of the game, is the trigger that finally causes him to completely break down. he also puts in a great deal of effort to rescue her child, who i’ll have a great deal to say about later on in this post. again, had they been given more time, i firmly believe they could have been friends.

(‘why do you forgive her betraying him, but not snake?’ you might ask. easy. she did it for her child, and on top of that, she didn’t spend two entire games treating him like dirt. what actions she took against him were for the sake of protecting her child, and he certainly didn’t hold them against her after that. ‘but he didn’t hold snake’s actions against him, either!’ one of these relationships had hero worship clouding his perceptions. the other didn’t. he had no emotional connection that might make him feel obligated to forgive her, yet he did. i think that speaks volumes.)

Naomi Hunter

yeah, this one hurts. like... a lot. i’d be remiss if i didn’t point out that the care she shows him is almost certainly due to him being a painful reminder of what her brother went through, but i like to think that she cared about him as his own person as well. either way, she’s one of the only two people in the game to show this much concern for his wellbeing. this is another case of ‘they didn’t get to interact much before she died’ but oh, if they could have.

“Doktor” (Wilhelm Voigt)

okay so this guy’s just a weirdo. but! despite his cluelessness about what NOT to say to a man who has been forcibly used as a test subject for horrible experiments (i’m pretty sure his brain is too full of Science Thoughts to have room for tact), he’s pretty decent to raiden! he shows genuine concern on several notable occasions (when raiden demands he turn off his pain inhibitors while he has a sword shoved through his stomach, when raiden falls from the helicopter) and raiden seems to enjoy talking with him when he’s not being completely bizarre. hell, doktor even gets a smile out of him!

Kevin Washington

we’re getting into the Best Buddies category! woohoo! kevin has some moments where i want to throw rocks at him, but by and large he and raiden get along really well. kevin worries about him when he’s saying or doing concerning stuff, gets on his case in a good-natured manner, and they have some genuinely nice conversations.

N’mani

if i’m ever not sad about this one, take that as proof that i’ve officially lost my mind. dear god. the mutual respect and trust between them. the way that he’s the only person in the series to give raiden a nickname, and raiden doesn’t even mind! (well, he does when kevin’s getting on his case about it, but that’s a different sort of scenario.) the amount of guilt raiden feels after his death. the way that he talks about n’mani in general. the fact that they barely actually interact on-screen but you can tell just from the little time they do have that raiden feels comfortable around him in a way that you don’t see often. those few minutes manage to convey that the past three years have been enough to develop a lasting friendship... one that should have lasted much, much longer.

Courtney Collins

yay, courtney! my undisputed favorite of the maverick crew! (you know. aside from raiden.) their friendship is so cute. in this case it’s mostly raiden doing the teasing, but it’s all 100% good-natured and courtney knows it. she doesn’t push raiden’s boundaries, either--any sensitive information discussed is freely offered by him. he’s actually very open about personal information with her, so you can tell he trusts her. and they have some of the funniest conversations--i love when she gets excited about food and he takes genuine interest in what she’s saying. she wins every award for being one of the best friends he has!

George

and now we’re getting into my favorite part of the list: the kids! the way raiden absolutely transforms when talking to george really just says so much. he’s barely met the kid and he’s already attached, to the point that when he hurts george in the process of trying to save both him and the countless other kids in the lab, he’s crushed by guilt despite not only saving george’s life but even making him happier with it! and george is just as attached to him--absolutely in awe of the ‘robot-ninja-man’. people seem to find george annoying, but i don’t get it. how can you find him annoying when his first line is seeing raiden and making a teenage mutant ninja turtles reference? that’s fucking adorable.

still... for the sake of his sanity, i hope raiden never finds out about the whole ‘hot for days’ thing. that’d just be painfully awkward for everyone involved.

John

it is time for the most important healthy relationships in raiden’s life: HIS FAMILY!!! LOOK at him and his son. this scene practically brings me to tears because he’s so happy and i’m so happy for him and i think we should have had more content with the two of them because they are so important. i love when raiden talks about him in revengeance. he is such a good dad. and john thinks he’s the coolest... he has a little toy sword... they’re everything to me

Sunny Emmerich

i can’t put in just one picture of her. i can’t. i am physically incapable. because this, this right here is my favorite relationship raiden has with anyone. he saved her. he protected her. and when she got the chance she did the same for him. she stood up to solid snake in order to protect him. she supported him when no one else would. he asked her for permission to go and fight. he apologized to her before cutting off his own arm because he knew she didn’t want him to get hurt. he was so proud of her for working at solis. she dropped everything to help him. she couldn’t stop smiling talking to him. he gave her the softest and most genuine smile in the entire game. he talked to her so comfortably and casually. he even got on her case a little. she encouraged him and got upset when he got hurt. he reassured her. ‘come on. let me see a smile.’

they’re siblings, okay? i don’t care what anyone else says, i don’t give a single fuck, if you think they don’t love each other then you weren’t paying attention. they’re family. that’s a fact. and if you disagree then you’re just objectively wrong. now you know.

#raiden #sibling rights #team mareep

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poetic-crimelord · 2 years

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A still in process project, this is just a teaser, hope that you like it ;)

INTERFERENCE (thought read the tags before reading!)

Raemon Richards was a normal kid, normal family, normal friends. He was as normal as a teen in the 80s could be, after all he wasn't just anyone, he was Charles Richard's first son and would be who would carry the company when the man eventually goes to age.

But the thing was, rather than other rich kids that would be brats or just completely dumbass, he wasn't, he in fact was a lot more. Raemon Richards was the second best in his class, he does charity work here and there, and he is involved in a lot of hard work activities.

So, yeah, Raemon was clearly someone very different from what you would expect a teen boy to be, and maybe that was why he got involved in such a tragedy.

Which would start on a calm evening in California, September was ending and school was just starting, so it wasn't really weird to find Raemon helping some professor with moving boxes from the gym to the classes.

But in fact it was interesting, but they didn't know that.

“So Mr. Samuel, what are these boxes, if I may ask?” The rather young teacher just chuckled a little before stopping and opening one of the boxes.

“Well, Raemon, these are rather boring VHS tapes that I don't use anymore, and I was going to donate on the sale of October, but you can always take some if you want.”

“OH SO COOL! Yeah, ok, I would take some of the last boxes then.” Mr. Samuel just gives him a half smile before started walking back to the gym.

After two more trips to different classes and some chatting with teachers, they were finished and only a really old box was left. Mr. Samuel, without really caring, just gives the box to Raemon who happily accepts it and starts heading home.

But before he could get to his home and find out what the rather interesting box had inside, he remembers that he really should meet up with Antonio López or Tony for short, his best friend… And well, boyfriend. It was weird to date a guy, but no one outside their friend group and Tony’s parents knew, so he shouldn’t make it a big deal… yeah.

And Tony loves him just as much as a girl could, so it wasn’t a big deal, or so he thinks. And Tony was really handsome, his dark skin always looked so good and his black hair with a lot of curls. The guy was perfect so it wasn't really hard to love him.

But that was outside the point, his point being that they always meet up after Tony’s basketball practice, and now they could watch whatever these tapes have, it could be something as fabulous as some person killing or just porn but whatever would be interesting to see.

“TONY! Get here!” He hates to shout because it always comes too girly for a man, but Tony never left his teammates if he doesn’t shout, so he have to, sometimes he is not sure if Tony do it on purpose, or he is just too dumb to realize he doesn’t like it.

After some minutes his boyfriend finally walks to him and hugs him, he is really sweaty, so he doesn’t hug back and also because of the box on his hands.

“Aww, Rae, what’s the matter? Oh! What do you have there? Is it a puppy?” He laughs a little, of course that Tony first thought is a puppy.

“No dumbass, it’s some tapes from Mr. Samuel, I was going to watch them but if it was porn you would be sad that I didn’t show you, so here, let’s go to your house to see them” He passes the box to Tony who is already open it and inspecting the tapes.

“Ok, yes! Mamá it’s not home and Camila it’s with dad, we are going to be able to watch and recreate!” He rolled his eyes, yeah, of course, he should know that Tony would want that.

“Yeah okay horny guy, let’s go and fuck or let’s go and see someone get kill” Tony just light hit him before start walking toward Raemon’s car.

“Oh common babe, who is the one that’s always being all clingy and wanting me to take my pants out” Raemon tries to not give Tony a reaction but even if he tries he can’t help but to blush and get flustered.

“Shut up, g-get in the car, and yeah, we are going” Again his partner just laughs at him and gets into the passenger seat with the box on his arm, he gets to the driver's side and opens the car.

It still feels a little wrong to drive it, but his dad have left the subject after too many beat ups and a lot of he not listening, he considers that a win, ha, Dad 0 - Raemon 1.

The drive is mostly silent, just filled a little by the music on the radio. He knows why they are silent, Antonio have been having hook-ups with some guys of their school (because they have real masculine genitals while he doesn’t, but that’s beside the matter) and he had walked in, Antonio and Harold fucking Black doing the nasty on the showers.

So yeah, they were on bad terms, but Tony would just say some sappy things, and he would fall down on his knees and adore him, because he was dumb and because Tony has been the one to make him realize that he wasn’t a girl, and because he was dumbly in love with the guy.

“Should I say sorry about having sex with Har’ or are you still mad about it?”

And as always, Tony could read him clear as day.

“I’m mad, like super mad, but you know that I can’t stay that way with you” Despite his obvious remark of being angry, Tony takes one of his hands and gives a little shy smile to him.

“Yeah okay, not that mad anymore, you and your stupid hot face” The two of them laugh and just ignore whatever that should be said, they were teens and they both have problems, so at least trying to talk was something good.

The ride was mostly half-silence, half-not, but they worked it out to at least the house.

When they finally get to the neighborhood, Raemon couldn’t help but have a weird feeling wash over him. He knows that watching mysterious tapes wasn’t the brightest of the ideas, but he also knows that a professor wouldn’t have to unusual things.

But even with that knowledge, he can’t help but to feel a bad vibe from the box, he knows that the worst thing that could be in there is some dead rat between the tapes, but he is still skeptical. If something Raemon has learned in his years alive, it’s that you never should go with your first thought, always think twice then act.

But he tries to ignore it for now, everything is alright and, hey, Tony is strong he could just kill any animal that could be in the box.

When they finally pull onto the house, Tony it’s the first to get out, Raemon stays on his set for a couple of seconds before walking behind Tony.

“So, number eight, mind telling me how your day was?” Tony chuckles a little with the nickname, but stays silent while opening the door and entering the house.

“It was boring… Theodore is angry with me because I cheated on you, so I didn't have anyone to talk with, and Dylan was being all dumb calling you my girl, and I don't know why, but I got all angry about it, because I know that they don't know you are Reah Richard, but it’s still frustrating.” Raemon can't help but to smile softly to Tony, he might hate that people don't see normal being transsexual or even just been with another guy, but he also knows that it's as hard for them to accept loving themselves as they are, as it is for other people to accept them.

“You know that either way, that's how this crap is.” He takes the box from Tony's hands and leaves it on the side, taking then his boyfriend's hands and looking up at his eyes. “You're so tall, Gummy-Bear”

“Gummy-Bear?” Tony asks, almost laughing at the pet name.

“Yes, you are as strong as a bear, but you also are pretty sweet with me! And I mean, you are pretty feral when you want– Oh!” Before he could say anything else, a hand is in his check and the other lips are on his, they're kissing.

If Raemon was ever imprisoned or even killed because of loving another man, he wouldn't care, he was madly in love with Antonio, and he would do anything, like honestly anything, to stay by his side until the end of the world.

After some minutes of just kissing and enjoying each other, they separate and just stare at each other for a couple of minutes before laughing of how stupid they look looking at each other.

“Well, uhm, what would you think about moving this upstairs, Sir Alastor?” Raemon instantly gets annoyed. Tony knows that he doesn't like his second name. “And you have to ruined it, ugh, but yeah, let's go up and see what these tapes have”

After a little race upstairs, they finally are on Tony’s bedroom, the room on itself it’s pretty boring, there is a little bed where they luckily entered, there is also a TV with a VHS player and a desk with a chair, there are a lot of posters which is what give the room the more life.

Raemon left the box in the foots of the bed and just sit down on the matrix, he doesn’t feel with the energy to have sex, but if the tapes are something sexual, Tony it’s going to be horny, and he should be the only one to satisfied him on that.

But, if the tapes are something weird he is going to be all curious about, and it’s gonna tried to resolve what it could mean and then Tony it’s going to tell him that he should relax, but he is gonna burned out himself into learning what it actually means.

Ok, he should focus on the present, he needs to start not over thinking and being more chill.

“Rae, I set it up, ready to watch whatever is it?” He gives Tony a little nod before opening the box and select one of the tapes, he select one that have an eye draw in it.

After putting the tape in the player and after getting comfortable on the bed, they reproduce the tape.

At the start, it stays black for at least two minutes before a female voice is able to be listened, it was hard to tell what she was saying, but he was pretty sure it was English at least.

‘The time has come…’ He was able to hear, and also he was sure it was that after the word appear in the screen. “I have a bad feeling about this…” He says mostly to himself rather than to his partner.

The video stay silent but them images stay to pop up, they were red as blood and there were bodies also and things that didn’t have explanation.

Then the eye that was draw on the tape pop up and some words could be hear, it says something among the lines ‘I know you… Not escape… New avatar… You’ If he was honest, he wasn’t even sure what that mean, but it feels strangely personal…

“This is bullshit, let me the box, I think that we put one that didn’t have shit” Tony demand, he was clearly annoyed but Raemon wasn’t really sure why since there was something in the tape, and he had seen it and listen it.

But still he pass the box “You didn’t see it? There were a lot of disturbing images and a woman voice, she was saying something about an avatar.”

Tony, who already was looking at the tapes in the box, lift up his gaze and look at him like he was crazy.

“Dude, that was silent for five minutes, you sure you see something? Oh, maybe you smoke, did you smoke? I thought that you didn’t like that.” He denied that fast, no, he would never smoke because he didn’t want to end like his aunt, a woman too high in drugs to even call an ambulance when she was dying.

“NO! I wouldn’t do that! You’re out of your mind for insinuating that… I just thought that I see something, but maybe you are right, there was probably nothing” Tony just make a sound of affirmation while still looking into the box.

They stay in silent for a while, just the sound of Tony messing with the tapes being hear.

“I’m sorry for saying that… But it’s weird that you see something I didn’t… Is just that, I know that’s a bad subject” Tony doesn’t look at him, but his voice give away that he felt at least a little guilty.

He thinks his words a little, he shouldn’t be angry because if he sees things it’s not Tony problem, but that Tony mention him using drugs and him snapping a little because of it, it’s actually the other fault.

“You tell me, when we start dating, that if we were gonna be together we should understand each other as no one can, we should be best friends but also partners.” He takes a breath, the day Antonio tell him that words, it was the day he realized that there was something to live for. “You tell me, that mean we are gonna be there for each other, that mean we should learn to understand the other minds, and that stand at the moment, I know you don’t mean that because you are not like that, but I also know that what just happened it’s weird, so I do, I’m glad that you feel sorry, but you shouldn’t”

When he finished talking is when he finally realized that he says something too sappy and that didn’t make sense in the situation, he should have just say ‘There is nothing to be sorry for’ but he didn’t, he knows that it is because he stills thinking about Harold and Tony, but Tony is probably not.

“I… I didn’t think that you remember that…”

He stays silent, Tony is a very complicate guy and when he is the one put on the light he have to get out everything because he feels the need to, so he waits, because Tony wants to talk more but don’t know how.

“I love you is true, but it was weird that you have seen something, so I say the first thing in my mind, I should have said it different, so I’m sorry not about the subject but about my stupidity”

He smiles a little and move the box from Tony hands. “We should eat something, the tape is probably just some old dumb things that don’t work anymore”

Tony nods and take his hands before getting up of the bed, the two of them walking by hand downstairs.

The thing is, if they have prayed attention they would have seen that in fact the tape have something, something more than just random things, something more than just random audios.

On the TV was an eye, a red draw of an eye, it was very weird the form that it was draw, but it also wasn’t the weirdest thing happening, the weirdest –or rather interesting– thing about the video was the things that a voice-over was saying.

“Not even near the end,” It says with what see as a little bit of hype? Maybe happiness, it was hard to tell. “Sanguinis heres, you cannot escape me, in all the timelines you are supposed to kill all this people, you are my avatar and your time has come.”

And that was it, the words would repeat, and even if Raemon would have been the only one able to listen he wouldn’t understand what the voice mean, not for now at least.

For now, it was still a mystery, but surely it was near to be discovered.

#interference #Raemon RIchards #Antonio 'Tony' López #OC history #original history #teaser #TW: This is set in the 80s so there would be a little of homophobia and transphobia #ALSO THIS IS JUST A DRAFT!!!

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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between us-jmk

Your band is going on Hiatus after 10 years. it's an emotional show because it's the last show. And Josh (boyfriend) and the other boys all come to support. I listened to the song between us by Little Mix and I was like how would this play out in a prompt

I love Little Mix and I love this idea. Here it is babe.

Warnings: none, maybe you’re at risk for a cavity but it’s okay

“You’re going to be fine, babe.”

“I know.”

“You’ve done this a million times before.”

“Only five hundred and nine, counting tours and other performances. This is 510,” you said softly. “This is the end.”

Josh took you into his arms. “Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup, and your face will puff up and you’ll make your fans sad, and everyone is going to be crying and it’ll be a mess.”

This is the end, though. After a long, long sold-out tour, you were in your home country, just a few hours from where you grew up. A few weeks ago, it was announced that a hiatus was coming, an indefinite one at that. The other girls, Whitney, Cherry, and Jane, all had other aspirations. Cherry set up a successful clothing line, completely financially independent from the band. Whitney had begun funding a performing arts school, teaching courses when you were on breaks. Jane had a family, married to a famous footballer from across the Atlantic Ocean and her humanitarian work. And you, you had it made. You had Josh by your side and your own wildly successful makeup line.

You’d been part of the Rose Petals for ten years. After a video of you singing at the talent show, talent scouts found you, placed you in auditions, and then you were a Rose Petal. Now, at 26, the group just passed their ten-year anniversary.

The final show was in a smaller arena, the same place where it all started. The four of you had been together, performing your first single on this very stage to a crowd of 300 people. Now, the place was packed with almost 8,000 people, the smallest show of the tour.

Josh pulled you into a hug, hissing as the rhinestones scratched his arms. You laughed lightly as you pulled away. “That’s payback. I had those scratches for weeks.”

He shrugged. “What can I say, beauty hurts, and we are a fabulous couple.”

“There’s the woman of the hour!” Sam cried, rounding the corner.

He held a giant bouquet of flowers out, which you took gracefully. Jake and Danny came soon after, holding smaller bouquets which you took less than gracefully, trying to juggle the glass vase.

“You didn’t have to bring these,” you said, kicking the door to your dressing room open.

Sam nodded. “After tonight, you’re unemployed, Y/N.”

“Gee, thanks,” you mumbled, the sadness coming back. Jake nudged his younger brother, silently scolding him. You saw him in the mirror. Danny stepped forward, a hand rubbing your upper arm as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Look. In the mirror, all I see is a successful, young person who has made a huge difference in the world.”

“And you’re here too,” Sam joked, fixing his hair in the reflection.

You smiled, holding back tears as Jake escorted Sam to the door and locking him out.

“Thank you, guys, for being here. I know that you wouldn’t want to spend your one night off at another show,” you sniffed. “Even Sam. He’s the comedy I need.”

“Told you!” He shouted through the door, shaking the doorknob.

Jake pulled you into a tight hug. “We wouldn’t have missed it. We would have canceled out own show if we had to.”

You leaned against the counter. “I wish I could cancel this show.”

“Why?” Danny asked.

“So we can reschedule and pretend like everything is okay.”

Jake let Sam back in. A group hug ensued, whispered compliments and promises that it will be okay. They left you alone, rushing to find their seats without being seen. The arena had private balconies. Usually, stagehands were there to operate the bubble and confetti machines, dropping balloons during certain songs. Tonight, that’s where your fiancée and his brothers were sitting with their girlfriends. It didn’t matter how many audience members were there, just as long as Josh was there.

He surprised you by being there. He rarely came to shows. The distance was hard and the two of you often missed one another’s performances. This one was sat right between a week long break for them. Josh was going to spend it on vocal rest, gathering energy for the next few shows.

“Shit, it’s the final one?”

You nodded, sitting back down in front of the laptop. You’d shown him the final costumes, a montage of quick changes of outfits from the past ten years. “I’ll be there for your shows, though.”

Josh made a face. “Y/N, this is a big deal.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve performed a million times, this is just another show.”

He’d sent a flower basket full of sunflowers, your favorite flower. Because of the band name, most people assumed you loved roses, but sunflowers held a special place in your heart. They appeared on your dresser between soundcheck and the time you usually got dressed. You slid on the all black costume, putting on the sheer tights, black sparkly leotard and the vest. You were adjusting the cut-out edges so they’d lay flat beneath the pleather shorts when a knock sounded.

“Come in!” You shouted, grabbing a robe from the couch. Josh opened the door slowly and you let out a squeal. “Is this real?”

He nodded. “I came to support my favorite gal.”

Josh helped you get dressed, telling you about his travels, mostly the dog he’d encountered on the plane. You put the shorts and vest on. He buttoned it for you, sensing your nerves when he got close. He helped you perfect your makeup, suggesting the same gold dots you’d paint on him before each show. You closed your eyes as he dotted the eye liner across your cheeks. You rolled your tall socks on, the ones that ended above your knees. The knee pads created a bulk but after nearly shattering your knee during a concert last year, they were necessary.

Someone came in, taking the racks of costumes to the stage. You had one final fitting earlier which ended in a solo sob fest before soundcheck.

The lights above dimmed and brightened three times, signaling call time. On cue, the four of you waked out.

“Are we ready ladies?” Whitney asked, taking your hand.

You turned back to look at Josh. He was watching you, ready to walk the other way to his seats. He gave a grin, blew a kiss, and nodded. You turned back to Whitney and grabbed Cherry’s hand. “Let’s do this one last time, babes.”

The house lights fell and you took a deep breath. You settled on the platform, crouching. The platform would raise when your respective cues came. You were first to come up, holding the microphone to your lips.

As the concert went on, you grew tired but the crowd kept you energized. There had been three intermissions so far, using the five minutes to rehydrate, use the porta potty they’d put together, and change into the next costumes. Your hair stuck to the back of your neck. This was the longest concert, nearly three hours, but it was going to be a good one. The choreographed dances came from memory, as did the lyrics from your mouth. Ten years later and you could still remember the first moves they’d ever shown you.

Every once in a while, the strobe lights would pass over the balcony where Josh was. His brothers would be cheering, clapping and even singing along. Josh was just smiling, silently cheering you on. You couldn’t tell, but it looked like he’d been crying.

The ballads from before had you already emotionally fragile. You’d changed into the simple leotard, a sheer top over it. You were supposed to wear pants by now, but you were far too hot. They’d switched to wireless headset microphones, giving you better freedom to dance. It was the final burnout, the encore of the big dance sequences and most popular music video. The harmonies were perfect, the choreography flowing out of you. The adrenaline coursed through and the crowd went wild at the end. You stepped forward, smiling at the crowd.

“Usually this is where we would end the show,” you said, “but tonight is a really special night. As you know, we are going on a break from touring.”

Jane put a hand on your shoulder. “But this doesn’t meant that we’re done.”

“Like our other song says, we’ll always be together,” Whitney smiled.

Cherry appeared on your other side. “And you all will always be with us.”

You cleared your throat. “This song is something that we wrote for you all.”

The four of you sang along, voices cracking. Unlike the rest of the show, the crowd was quiet. Your voices mixed together, flowing through the speakers, going through the song emotionally. The song was written a few weeks ago, right when the hiatus was announced. The outpouring of appreciation from fans made everything that much realer.

The four of you sang the final line together hand in hand:

When the curtains close and all of the lights go down/ It's safe to say I'll stay, I will always stick around

The lights went down on a group hug, just a single spotlight on the four of you. The crowd cheered. You pulled away, wiping your face. The mics had turned off and Whitney leaned in.

“Are you going to do it?”

You nodded, spotting Josh. He was clapping, looking down at you. You stepped in front of the three, facing the audience. You unzipped your jacket, running a hand over the growing bump. The crowd went even crazier. You looked back up at Josh, the spotlight landing on him. If he wasn’t crying before, he was now. He hugged his twin, disappearing behind the curtain, most likely running to reach you on the side of the stage.

You did your bows, going to the side of the stage. Josh was there, holding a robe and water for you. He sputtered out words but you could understand him perfectly.

“The hiatus was well timed, right?” You said.

He hugged you tightly, pulling away just enough to look down at you. “So the ending of the tour didn’t bother you? You cried because of hormones.”

You nodded. It was a little bit of both. “I’m not crying because it’s over. It’s just a new chapter, Josh. Between us.”

His fingers grazed over your stomach. “Between us.”

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hansolmates · 3 years

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me time (m)

summary; the first time virgin!mc meets her mans (but she doesn’t know it yet) pairing; jungkook x virgin!mc genre/warnings; fluff, college!au, boarding house!au, based on the virgin!oc discourse, female masturbation (thanks to the pretty bridgertons), a lil sad and longing at the end w/c; 1.3k a/n; y’all really brought manhater!mc and virgin!mc to life! this couldn’t be done without all of your fabulous input and support. obviously the virginverse is freeform at this point—think of this more as a prequel for these two. set in freshman year of college, when they’re just acquaintances. (do you guys think of cher from clueless when u think virgin!mc? very outgoing n’cute but also very innocent?) anyway, happy valentine’s day i hope you and your boo (whether digital or in-person) get your me/we time💖

Your wooden lap desk is toppled to the side. Good thing the space between the mattress and floor is small, your pink monstera-shaped rug softening the blow when your water bottle, pencils and laptop fall to the floor. In the back of your head you know everything is fine because the last episode of Bridgerton is still playing, an orchestral version of Ariana Grande’s Thank U, Next continuing on as if nothing’s astray.

Yet you’re nothing but astray, forgotten about the episode and writhing against your too-small twin as you let yourself cum for the umpeeth time.

You’ve lost track at this point (how couldn't you? Bridgerton is hot) but from the way your hair mats to your face like a second skin and your pussy feels spent and battered, it’s been awhile. This should be your new Valentine’s Day tradition, fucking yourself until you pass out on your vibrator.

“Ah, ah fu—uck, yyyes!”

The sheets are sopping. The grey cotton fabric does nothing to hide your juices that seep from your bare cunt to the mattress. Flinging your silicone toy to the side, you pull your hair up and out of your face.

Water, you need water. Maybe a cup of green tea with a dollop of honey. Sugar always helps the immediate low after a good couple of rounds.

However, you’ll never get used to the feeling of cleaning up yourself. The feeling that you’ve done something completely lewd all on your own, no one to assure you the things you’re doing are weird. It’s okay though. You love to be alone, it takes a lot for you to feel lonely.

You slip on a pair of dolphin-cut shorts, too tiny that they are drowned beneath your emerald green slip dress. Quickly opening the door to your room, you’re met with absolute silence. White walls containing empty rooms and a living room without a soul. Just like you’re expecting in a college boardhouse on Valentine’s Day.

What you’re not expecting however, is Jeon Jungkook staring at you the second you crack your door open.

“If you’re screaming that loud, your partner must be doing a good job.”

Jungkook lives on the other side of the boarding house, therefore you’ve never really interacted with him. Excluding the landlord there’s only five other tenants, a group large enough that you’ve never had to have one-on-one with him.

You really didn’t think anyone would be in the house on Valentine’s, especially Jungkook. He’s an absolute cutie pie, even though you don’t know anything about him. The only thing you really know is that his sparkly brown eyes are to die for, they remind you of coffee milk tea, a craving you only indulge in at the end of finals season.

To your surprise, Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gone out all weekend. Him, single? As if! Yet you can’t justify any reasoning behind him being home if did have a girlfriend or boyfriend. His dark hair is fluffy and freshly showered, and you can’t ignore the smell of linens from his soft sweats and long navy hoodie.

Normally, you’d be quiet during Me Time. You’ve perfected the art, stuffing your mouth with your pillow or playing action movies to muffle out the sound. You thought you were in the clear. The thought of Jungkook overhearing you turns you on a little, makes the dampness between your panties even more evident, but you keep that self-indulgent secret to yourself.

“Oh, well,” you curl your lips in a smirk, closing the door behind you so he doesn’t see that your room is actually very much devoid of life, “she’s very powerful.”

She, meaning your favorite vibrator in your entire world. It has ten settings and a heating mechanism. More importantly, it’s rechargeable. You don’t know how you’d survive freshman year otherwise.

“Okay, TMI,” despite the fact Jungkook’s blushing he’s chuckling, holding a hand out for you in the narrow hallway, “after you.”

You quickly slip past him, walking into the shared kitchenette. Bare feet slapping against the hardwood, your eyes immediately gravitate toward the upper cabinet. Jungkook is following you, presumably to get his own late night snack. When you lift your arms to reach your mug, you feel a little bit of cool air brush against the uppers of your thighs. It’s a nightgown, a pretty satin slip that falls over your curves and leaves much to the imagination. A couple more centimeters to get your mug and you’ll be definitely flashing Jungkook.

“Um,” you practically hear the twisted face he’s making.

“Sorry—I’m sorry!” you blurt, waving your fingers to catch the handle of your mug, “I’m really not trying to flash you—please don’t fill a harassment report! I just can’t reach my mug.”

“No, that’s my mug.”

“What, no! I’ve been drinking from this mug all year!”

“You’ve been drinking from my mug?” Jungkook is affronted, walking past you to easily grab the mug you’ve been struggling to reach for the past minute. He flexes the bottom part of the mug in your face, where his initials are painted in black. “This is my mug, my parents put my handprint on it when I was a year old.”

It’s then you notice on the lower shelf, there’s an identical mug. This mug has been buried all the way in the back, dust collecting on the rim. It also has a baby handprint on it, although upon closer inspection it’s smaller and in a more faded shade of black. That’s your mug.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you feel your heart fall all the way to your ass, feeling guilty, “I’m so sorry. I’ve washed it and everything, if it makes you feel any better.”

He frowns, holding the white porcelain between his hands. A litany of ideas run through your brain. Is he disgusted by using the same mug as you? Have you potentially ruined a prized family treasure?

Thrusting the mug into your chest he says, “Make me a hot chocolate and we’re even.”

You smile a little, eager to please. You quickly get to work, simmering the pan with warm milk and melting chopped chocolate. You rinse your mug with some hot water, letting it sit next to his awaiting mug. For a bit of flair you add a capful of vanilla extract, all while Jungkook watches you with mild awe. The smell of sweet late night confections fill the kitchen, a fitting theme for a Valentine’s night.

“You’re not burning the milk,” Jungkook murmurs more to himself than you, watching as you pour the hot chocolate in cups without spilling a drop.

Jungkook is known to burn things in the house. The only thing he doesn’t burn is ramen, and that’s purely due to survival skills.

“What can I say, I’m an expert,” you wink, handing him his mug and you holding yours.

With matching mugs, the two of you take your first sips of the melty beverage. You lean against the stove facing him, while he faces you against the marble island. Jungkook smiles and a bit of cocoa touches his petal pink lips. He says it’s perfect and you smile into your cup, absolutely swelling with pride.

Jungkook’s probably working on his photos. He always says his editing bug is itchy at night. While in passing you’ve said you’d love to see his work, however that gesture of kindness never really amounted to anything. Maybe tonight’s the night. You like art, you’d love to be a little more educated with it. Just as you’re about to ask and strike up some conversation, Jungkook beats you to it.

“Well, hope you and your partner have a good Valentine’s,” Jungkook holds his cup in salute, walking back into his room, “just keep it down.”

Oh well. You sigh to yourself, letting Jungkook walk away without a fight or a retort. After all, it was you who implied you were sneaking in a bed partner tonight. Sinking your eyes into the brown liquid, you fall into a lull. The creamy liquid swirls in your grasp, making your muddied reflection ripple away.

You love to be alone, but it takes someone like Jeon Jungkook to remind you that life gets a little lonely.

#ficswithluv #kwritersworldnet #btsghostie #btsguild #btswritingcafe #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fluff #bts smut

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impulsivefanwriter · 3 years

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A Tiny Spark Leads to a Roaring Flame (But Flames Can Always be Doused by Water)

Heeyyyyy so y’all know the Reverse Thanos Snap AU for SPBNR? Basically everyone but Smith/S!Kai gets sent to the M!verse. Everyone. The entire population of S!verse Ninjago City & a few surrounding areas. Except poor Smith. Essentially it happens because S!Garmadon tries to send Smith to a place where he can't mess with his plans, and ends up sending everyone away from Smith to take him out of the equation.

The second part to this AU is that the S!Ninja end up searching for Kai in the chaos and grab the Red Ninja before jetting out of there with the Bounty. Except... they didn’t grab Smith (who’s still home), but rather Red (M!Kai).

Red thinks the S!Ninja are babysitter clones created by Garmadon after he somehow turned Lloyd younger without his memories & is trying to raise him to be his new General #1. With this in mind, he pretends to be S!Kai, and waits for the moment he can rescue Lloyd.

What would happen in the S!Ninja discovered his deception/their mistake of grabbing a wrong Kai and mistake Red for a recreated Aki (aka Bizarro Evil Clone Kai) before he could enact his plan?

Well, this is that idea. (Title inspired by how a crack AU spiralled into a beautiful angst-fest)

Enjoy. :3

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Red was going to get Lloyd out of here tonight.

Away from these Not-Friends made by Garmadon to emulate the Ninjaforce. Away from this flying ship built to emulate Master Wu's ship, so familiar and yet so off. Away from this false reality and back to the real everything where they could hopefully get his memories back and his age back and everything back to the way it was before the city descended into chaos.

He just had to... bide his time. Be patient.

FSM, he was bad at being patient.

His hands itched to grab Lloyd and run now, but he was horribly outnumbered and without his mech. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't rush this. If he did, he would make everything worse. Like he always did.

But fate- or rather, Lloyd- had other plans.

The little version of his younger brother- yes, they were roughly the same age normally, shut up, Lloyd was still his younger brother- had been... eying him weird all morning. Not like Not-Jay and Not-Cole and Not-Zane, but like Not-Nya. Like he actually knew instead of suspected. These babysitter clones seemed to think he was the Not-Kai, and if that was the opportunity the universe was going to give him, then by the flames of the departed world was he going to skip this chance to save Lloyd.

Currently he stood on the deck of the ship as they parked in the sky a few meters above the docks on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't the docks with the Bounty warehouse, curse his luck, but it wasn't the endless sky or the empty ocean (though it was still too close to that murky, haunting water for his liking. Water was his sister's domain for a reason). At least he could sneak Lloyd off in the cover of night, maybe find someone in the city who wouldn't recognize the Son of Garmadon this way and would be willing to help them hide until they could make it back to the real ninja.

"Kai," Not-Zane spoke suddenly next to him.

Red would never get used to the way his voice... lacked the same effect the real Zane's had. The effect that Kai and the rest of his team had assured their friend over and over was unique, special, but in a good way. To embrace it. That it wasn't noticeable, but when it was, that it was so Zane that his friends didn't care that it was different.

This 'Zane' sounded much too different than his own. He hadn't recognized Kai's tested line of 'road work ahead' when they passed one of the many construction signs littering the city (even more so since the chaos happened a week ago), and instead had responded with 'a great deal of work to fix in the city'.

Seriously, Garmadon, do better research on your clones.

Not-Zane was also much too... calm. Too 'wise' compared to the wild teen that was Zane. And he walked without heelies or whatever Zane used to slide around like a boss, though he was still silent. And that meant, like now, he snuck up on Red fairly often- and Red was training to be a Ninja, so that took serious talent.

"Kai," Not-Zane said again, and Red finally broke his gaze from where he'd been staring over the railing, planning tonight's escape route. "Lunch has been made for over an hour. Are you alright?"

Red forced his brightest smile. "Course I'm alright! Just trying to figure out what happened, as usual."

Why Lloyd was suddenly like, 8, and without his memories. Why the Not-Friends were on this Not-Ship and had mistaken him for Not-Kai. Why the city was in a state of disarray and chaos.

Not-Zane studied him, then turned to give the city a sad look. "I'm not sure myself. My scanners can't seem to figure out what is happening. It is as if... blocked by some force."

Red winced, then expertly disguised the move by leaning against the rail. Zane never would use 'my scanners', despite how often Red and the others assured him it was okay. Yet another reason why this wasn't his friend.

"You know Ninjago City," Red said with a weak laugh. "Always one crisis or another. Always those annoying Garmadon Attacks"

This seemed to satisfy Not-Zane, who nodded thoughtfully. "This event definitely seems to have Garmadon's hand in the mess."

He patted Red on the back. "Well, don't worry yourself ragged, Kai. Come in for lunch soon, alright? We have training for Lloyd later."

Ah, right. Training. AKA what Red assumed was how Garmadon was planning to shape this impressionable version of his friend into his new General #1.

"I'm ready for training now, Zane!"

Speaking of Lloyd-

The little gremlin came up from the hull with the rest of the Not-Ninja. Red hated when the entire group was together; it was way more difficult to act as Not-Kai around them, especially around Not-Nya.

For starters, Not-Jay had a notch in his eyebrow that the real Jay never had. He was missing the iconic freckles, and the scarf, and the fluffy hair, though you could always say it was just a wardrobe change. What you couldn't change was the personality differences. This couldn’t be Jay. Jay was anxious and quiet, his jokes (while plentiful) said more timidly and his newest ideas shared with hesitance that only shrank after years of encouragement. He would never be this loud, ever.

Not-Cole was the leader, probably because Lloyd was so young. But even then, in Red's team, Nya would probably take second-command. Cole was their sturdy support, yes, but he was chill, laid-back. Ready to follow and support his friends to the ends of the earth with his tunes and occasional sarcastic wit, but not lead. Not like Not-Cole, who was more serious and commanding and didn't. listen. to. music. Red hadn't spotted a single record or boombox in the room in the hull. That was a tragic oversight on Garmadon's part. The members of his research team should be Fired.

And then there was Not-Nya. Who wore a dress with confidence that his sister would love but never publicly wear. Who had short hair- Nya had tried that style once, and decided it itched around her neck too much- and jewelry, and a giant flying Samurai mech suit. His sister had the Water Strider Mech, and Not-Nya had a flying combat suit. Sure. Close enough. Personality-wise they were similar.

Similar at first glance. Nya was fluid and adaptable to whatever role she needed filling. She was spunky, and as fiery as him when it came to tempers, though she knew how to keep hers in check (she had to, right? No one called her hot-headed and impulsive and reckless and blamed her temper for mistakes or damage or whatever the news comments liked to say about the Fire Mech). Not-Nya was also adaptable and independent-minded, but she seemed more rigid. More doing her own thing.

Point was, everyone wasn't actually his friends, despite how much they tried to prove they were. And they kept acting like he was this Not-Kai, who was just as hot-headed but apparently more mature and training-oriented and basically the better, cooler (or hotter, perhaps, for the fire theme of the red ninja) him, since his acting never seemed to fully convince them. Trying to impersonate a standard he couldn't seem to reach, some legendary hero he wasn't- er, wasn't yet! Yeah! He just needed to prove himself, be better, and he'd be fine. Just... fine. Yeah.

Mini-Lloyd (Red was tempted to call him L'ilyod in his head, but that felt wrong somehow, like he was infringing on some kind of copyright law) stared at him like a goddamn falcon, and he wasn't talking about the bird that circled the ship. He had this bowl-cut Red would tease him about endlessly after all this was over- seriously, how had Mr. Fabulous Hair started with this mess? Garmadon probably didn't even have hair, so there was no way the guy knew how to style it, and it was very evident based on Mini-Lloyd's hairdo.

Red noticed that all of them were staring, actually. Despite his relaxed rest against the rails, his fingers behind his back clutched the cool bar with a dull shake. He didn't notice how the metal seemed to glow red under his touch.

"Training, right, we should get onto that," Red tried. "What do you want to start with, Lloyd?"

"How about a little game?" Lloyd asked with complete innocence. "What we were playing last week before we got interrupted."

Oh sh!t.

"I-I don't know, shouldn't we start with stretches? Or how about some sparring, that's always more fun than a game!"

"But I wanted to continue our game..." Mini Lloyd said, and FSM's sake, he couldn't deal with that pouting look.

Okay. Okay, don't panic. Think logically. What kind of game would an 8-year-old Lloyd like to play with him? Something physical, so no board games- he liked to test his mettle against Zane on those, and sometimes he would almost not-lose. Logic puzzles also fell more on Jay's area. Trivia, especially music trivia, was a bubble between the anxious motormouth and Cole. Video games fell on team building, and wouldn't classify as a training warmup.

"Well," Red said, taking a hopeful stab in the dark. "There's not too much space on the deck for... tag..."

Lloyd nodded, looking satisfied. The Not-Ninja looked- well, their expressions were hard to read because of how different it was compared to his friends. But Red was a master of deception (well, fire, but eh, technicalities), and he had them fooled, and he just had to keep it up until nightfall so he could rescue Lloyd and explain in a safe location-

"HE'S NOT KAI!"

Orrrrr improvise. Okay, yep, he could improvise.

Red lunged forward and grabbed Mini Lloyd's wrist from where he had his hand extended in an accusatory point. He ducked under Not-Jay's attempts to grab him- fast, but not as fast as his Jay, his Jay who could disappear from an awkward social interaction in the span of a flickering lightbulb- and dragged his younger brother with him as he vaulted over the railing. Not-Zane almost managed to yank him back onto the Not-ship, but his icy grip caught only empty air as Red pulled Lloyd into a tight hold and ducked.

He hit the dock below with a stumble, rolling back onto his feet and taking off with a very stubborn green ninja in tow. It took all his strength to drag Lloyd (kicking and screaming like he was being kidnapped or something when Red was just trying to rescue him, for FSM's sake. Lloyd didn't know that, but he could still try to be at least a little more considerate.)

The wooden docks creaked and shuddered underfoot and Red grimaced; whoever rebuilt them after the latest Garmadon attack had shredded them like newspaper clearly hadn't wasted any unnecessary change. It certainly didn't help that Lloyd packed quite the punch for someone so small. Red definitely would come out of this with bruised shins and arms from where Mini Lloyd tried to push him away, but it would be worth it to keep his teammate, his younger brother, safe.

Then green filled his vision and broke his hold on Lloyd's wrist, sending him skidding across the dock planks as he was sent flying. When he finally rolled to a stop, neck and shoulder stinging from where the blast had caught him (no burns, just jitters like he'd been shocked), he had to take a few seconds to re-orient himself. Did the Not-Ship have cannons or something? What hit him from behind, so close it could have hit Lloyd?

Lloyd. Was Lloyd okay?

Red pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the bleeding scrapes on his hands and legs from where he'd gotten banged up by the splintered docks. His gaze, sharp and frantic, searched for signs of green. The warning of more blasts, the flash of the fabric of a gi, anything.

He spotted his brother in the arms of Not-Cole. No, no, no-

And suddenly Not-Nya was there, given a boost by Not-Jay. Her grip was as if she were wearing the robotic mech suit, harsh and powerful and near in-human. She threw Red back to the dock floor as her face twisted with the fury of a storming ocean. A resounding crack rang out over the harbour.

Red couldn't tell if it came from the planks under him or his own shoulder.

She pinned him to the wood, barking accusations and threats in his face faster than Not-Jay could talk. Red blinked through a haze of pain, trying to focus on her face and words. She was missing the beauty mark on her face, he noticed. Yet another tell she wasn't his sister.

"-scar on the wrong side-" And it was hard to hear again over the ringing in his ears. He tried to throw her off, get back to Lloyd, anything, but he was-

Useless.

Her hands suddenly got in his face, slamming his left cheek to the wood. She was close- close to his face, close to his eye, close to his scar- pushing and prying as she tried to do something. Red picked up in his struggling, his attempts to free himself turning to desperate shoves and wild clawing like a trapped animal. He wouldn't let this creation of Garmadon's finish the job that teen had started all those years ago.

"Or better yet, he needs to shut his damn mouth."

The flash of a knife. His vision half-blurry. Blood- so much blood- and a lasting scar.

"-contacts-" "-red-" "-struggling-" "-we know what he- it- is already-" "-not the real Kai-" "-wish-" "-Garmadon-"

He had to get away. Get Lloyd away from them now.

In one surge of strength- and yep, his shoulder definitely wasn't okay after that move, as if he'd ripped it not just from its socket but from its very attachment to his body- he knocked Not-Nya aside. If he could’ve seen through the red haze, he might have noticed red embers dancing around his fingertips as his desperation and fear tapped into something deep in his soul.

He tried to shoot to his feet, tried to run for Lloyd (held so tight in Not-Cole's grip, surely they were hurting him, he couldn't let that happen-). He roared, "LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!", but before he could take another step through Not-Jay and Not-Zane in his path, the docks gave one last ominous shudder before deciding it had finally had enough.

The planks crumbled underfoot like charred firewood in a crackling campfire, and Red was sent tumbling into the frigid ocean water below.

#spbnr #reverse Thanos snap au #reverse thanos snap #ninjago #lego ninjago #same People but not really #kai ninjago

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leejeongz · 3 years

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fluffy a-z SUNGHOON (enhypen)

requested: yes, by anon

🔅the comeback!!???!!!?! amazing. i just had to write this today i just HAD TO. this is really long but nevertheless i hope you enjoy🔅

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he loves holding your hand even at the most random times. if you seem anxious or upset, his hand slowly creeps closer to yours, just to remind you that he’s there. he’s not a fan of pda, but holding your hand is just fine :D. (taken from my enha as boyfriends post)

he messes up your hair (but only when he knows it’s okay to do so, he knows his place lol) when you do something silly or cute. he also does it when he’s first introducing you to people too. he’ll be all like “this is y/n, my gf/bf/partner” and then ruffle your hair, just to once again show them that you’re his.

similarly, he loves when you play with his hair. he’ll purposely rest in head in your lap so that your hands naturally fall to his hair. sometimes, he accidentally drifts off to sleep like that and then wakes up a few minutes later all smiley hehe.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

you don’t have the chance to meet up a lot, most of your contact is via text since he doesn’t have the time to call you all day, every day. he’s super supportive of you, he’s your wingman, your hype man and your parent all in one. he looks out for you as much as possible and (even if you’re not younger than him) he treats you like his younger sibling.

there’s always a lot of laughter when you two are together that stems from the assortment of inside jokes that you share. you can talk for hours despite neither of you being the talkative type (mainly about other people lmao.)

as a pair, you’re often misunderstood. people never associate you with each other but you just know that you don’t always need to be with each other to still be the closest of friends. when you are together, you’re an intimidating duo that people often avoid through fear, but you’re actually really nice 🥺😔

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he uses cuddles as a way to distract you and/or annoy you. can and will be the big spoon every time you cuddle. he loves cuddling with you, holding you or just touching you, he’s just shy okay. he loves having you in his arms and holding you, especially when he knows you’ve chosen to cuddle with him over doing something important. cuddling with him just makes him want to cuddle all day :((. so if you start cuddling at 10am, except to still be in his arms at 7pm. more so than cuddling, he likes draping his legs over you “to irritate you” (he just wants to be close to you hehe). it makes him feel like he’s protecting you without it being too hot and stuffy and oppressive.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

there’s no time frame for him when it comes to settling down. he wants to settle down but there’s no deadline for him. he’s not actively looking for the love of his life at any point, he’s never going to force himself to be in love just for the sake of creating family. he thinks about settling down a lot, he wants a pet with the person he loves for sure, he’s excited for that day to come, but it doesn’t have to happen soon.

cleaning, he’s fabulous at. the house or apartment is minimalistic anyway, so things that are out of place are easy for him to spot and move. he almost enjoys doing chores with you even, just because he’s spending time with you. when it comes to cooking,,, like sure he’s confident which is so sweet but that doesn’t always mean a good meal. but please don’t tell him that else he’ll get really sad and disappointed in himself.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

if he was to break up with you, it would probably be a “right person wrong time” kinda thing. he wouldn’t get into a relationship if he didn’t see a future with that person, he’s very picky to find the perfect person for him. you’re definitely the right person, but he’s just too busy right now being an idol. he feels guilty for not spending time with you and so he wants to let you live you life, without being tied down so early on. he’d hope that you’d wait for him, but he’d understand it if you didn’t.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

commitment is a big part of the relationship for him. he would want commitment from day one, even if he's not officially your boyfriend yet.

he doesn’t care when you get married, but he definitely wants to get married someday. he likes the idea of dedicating one whole day to celebrating your love for each other, and sharing that with friends and family too. it would quite literally be the best day of his life. he’d propose to you pretty quickly into the relationship, but at a time that felt right. you both knew it was something that you wanted, that you dreamed your relationship would last forever, so why not propose?! he doesn’t mind eating years for the wedding though, it’s a big deal and everything has to be perfect.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

emotionally, he acts quite tough. he doesn’t want to be seen as weak, but at the same time he wants to show his emotions to let you know that’s he’s mature, and that emotions aren’t a sign of weakness. he often keeps really troubling things to himself until he can tell you and you only. you’re the only person who knows him truly, you know everything about him because he’s only willing to share this stuff with you. when it comes to things in your relationship, he also isn’t afraid to speak his mind. he’s not trying to be gentle or tough with his emotions when it comes to you, everything seems like a natural reaction, he’ll cry when he wants to and he’ll be stubborn when he wants to.

physically, of course, he’s very gentle. every touch feels like feathers, every kiss, every hug, every smile, it’s all just very soft and gentle. you notice that he talks to you differently too. his tone with others appears harsher and more blunt than with you. with you, it’s like he’s talking to a baby (in a non- condescending way ofc he’s very mature and you’re not allowed to forget that)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

when he’s congratulating you on something, when he’s proud of you for something, he hugs you. it’s better for him to communicate using hugs rather than telling you because he’s a little shy saying it, even though he means it.

he likes when you rest your head by his neck, while his arms are holding you close. he kisses where your ear is through your hair or your head while you’re hugging and (when he manages to finally say it) whispers a little “i love you”. it’s a tight hug, but it doesn’t last long. when you pull away, he reaches out to hold your hand, he doesn’t want to separate just yet.

if you initiate the hug, he laughs and grunts and lot just to tease you, but don’t be fooled he’s really happy that you are hugging him!!!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

oh you pair beat around the bush a whole lot. it’s pretty much unspoken for the first year or so. although you never said it to each other, you both knew.

it wasn’t until sunghoon had left you for a little bit while he went on tour (not left as in broke up, just went out of the country lmao idk how to write that in a coherent sentence big sorry) that you realised that you should probably say it. he returned home and it was on that day that you told him you loved him while nestled against his chest in a satisfying hug after such a long time apart. he said it back straight away, looking down at you and waiting expectedly for your lips to meet with his.

he was always waiting for you to say it first, there were moments when he thought he should just say it, but he wanted to wait, he wanted to hear you say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he gets jealous quite quickly and he always makes you aware of his jealousy no matter how petty the situation may be. he wouldn’t try to hide it, or compromise with you, he wants you all to himself so if there’s even a chance that another boy could possibly be flirting with you, he’ll be mad.

that being said, he’d definitely voice his opinions in a mature and well thought through manner. he would think of how to say things to make you understand where he’s coming from without trying to guilt trip you into unfriending that person, he doesn't want to be THAT guy. he’ll just explain his side and wait to hear your response, and often times it turns into a sarcastic, inside joke which reassures him a lot. he’s just like “fine, go to the cafe with him, but he wouldn’t know which smoothie you like best, would he?!”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

him initiating kisses? few and far between. but when he does, you know he means it. he loves all types of kisses, he just wants to cover you in kisses sometimes, but he’s gotta keep up his image of course. pecks on the lips and longer, more passionate kisses are his favourites though, he just can’t get enough of your lips. (taken from my enha as boyfriends post)

as i mentioned in the hugging part, he likes to kiss your head or place a kiss where he thinks your ear is while hugging. it sends a rush though the both of you, it just really makes you both think about how lucky you are to have each other.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

a little awkward at first. he’s not sure how to talk to them, and every time he speaks the kids are just like ”??” because he says things that are a little too mature for them.

it will take him some time to be comfortable and confident around the kids, but he wants to be liked by them and he wants them to be happy so he will not give up until that happens.

although, it does have to be said, he’d much rather have a pet than a kid 😳

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

usually, sunghoon wakes up before you. he gets up before you wake up too, and sits and stares at the wall with a blank mind, just to wake himself up a bit. once you get up, he’s gonna ask if you wanna go back to bed again and cuddle and/or watch some tv together when he has a day off. if you agree, he’d bring some toast with him for you both to eat. but if not, you’d just grab some cereal together and eat while sat around your dining table in silence because he does not want to talk first thing in the morning (valid,,, extremely valid)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

sunghoon is a big fan of evening dates as opposed to going somewhere during the day. everywhere is quieter and this is usually his free time so you have him all to yourself, you can do whatever you want together. as much as he enjoys going to fancy restaurants, bars and what not (which usually take you into the late hours of the night), he’d still rather spend some time at home with you.

on those nights that he can spend at home with you, he likes to just rest with you. chilling on the sofa just watching some episodes of your favourite show, ordering a takeaway. you share your thoughts about the show and that’s all you really talk about while it’s on, but afterwards you talk about your day and head to bed, where you cuddle until you both fall asleep (which is pretty quickly since you stayed up late to watch more tv)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

like anyone, he overshares when you first start dating due to nerves. you learn a lot about him through this and he’s actually pretty grateful that you do the same thing. you pretty much know everything about him before actually getting into a relationship. throughout the relationship, he’d never try to hide his feelings about certain things and would be pretty hurt if you used things that he’d told you against him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

with you, he doesn’t get that angry. you’d have to do something really vile for him to show actual aggression and disappointment. with other people, it’s not so simple. he finds a lot of things that other people do irritating but he wouldn’t show his anger there and then. he’s more likely to go home and get angry there. he’d appreciate someone to talk to about it, a shoulder to cry on perhaps. definitely an angry crier (cries when he’s angry) and likes to slam doors to make a point.

he’s not afraid of confrontation when something that someone did is actually wrong. he will stand up for what he believes in and it’s worth putting a friendship on the line given their opposing opinions.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

this bitch acts SO dumb when you ask him stuff but he knows… he knows everything. everything you’ve ever said is stored in his brain, probably written in his notes app as a back up. he’s ready to spring this knowledge on you at any point. he knows exactly what you like and what you dislike, important dates, about your childhood, he even remembers how certain things he did made you feel, so he could do them more or avoid them in the future. but of course, if you ask him, he knows nothing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

you weren’t even together officially at this point, but when he turned up at your place on prom night. he’ll never forget how stunned he was when he saw you looking all glamorous that evening. you had some photos taken as a pair, egged on by your friends of course because you’d never normally do that, and he looks at them a lot. he can’t help but think how great you look as a couple (and how you two are going to look on wedding photos 🥺). he had a rose prepared for you, a white one because he knew it would go with your outfit, whatever colour it was and also because of its symbolism. he really wanted to confess when he handed it to you, but he over thought it a lot and the moment ended up passing too quickly. that’s his favourite memory. something that he’ll never forget.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

i know i said he got jealous a lot, but he’d distance himself when it actually came to it. he’d be jealous in his own space until you two were alone rather than being protective while the act that made him feel that way was ongoing. as i mentioned above, he does indeed want you all to himself, but he’d hate to cause unnecessary drama and have you lose friends over a silly misunderstanding.

if you were clearly very uncomfortable around someone, he’d be there with an arm wrapped around you. you’d both like to think that his presence alone is intimidating enough, but sometimes he has to resort to harsh one liners to get them to back off.

i don’t think he’d ever get into a physical fight. it’s not that you’re not worth it, but he just feels it would make the situation worse.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he really wants to put a lot of effort into your dates, but he finds it difficult because one, he has no time and two, he doesn’t want to disappoint you/organise something you end up hating. most dates are spontaneous and on a whim, but also like… planned in both of your minds. like you know you want to go and you know he wants to go, but it’s not confirmed that it will actually happen until the time of the date if that makes sense. when it comes to it, he gets really shy asking you out on dates, so you’ve kind of just started to read each other’s minds lmao.

he never forgets your birthday or your anniversary. he makes a big deal out of your anniversary because it’s a celebration of you both, he wants to make you feel special and will do everything he can to do so. you pair make your own traditions when it comes to days like that, and he looks forward to them a lot. your birthday is pretty much left down to you (other than his gift for you of course). he doesn’t want to do a poor job of planning anything for your special day so he just leaves it and hopes that you do something instead, if you wanted a party you should have organised it. he would help you plan it thought, anything you want he’d do for you.

his gifts are always things that you like. things that you can treasure and things that you can display and show off are his go to. jewellery is a common gift that you receive from him and every single piece that he’s picked out is so delicate and beautiful.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

when you pair are out with mutual friends, he likes to tease you. sometimes he takes it too far without realising it, the atmosphere becomes tense and he becomes even more awkward and wants to leave the situation just to apologise to you but realises it will probably make everything 10 times more awkward.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s a handsome teenager surrounded by other pretty people of course he’s gonna have some concerns about how he looks. actually i don’t think concerns would be the right word. he’s very confident in his appearance, why wouldn’t he be, but he also thinks that everyone else should be too, everyone is attractive in their own way. in reality, he’s very humble about how handsome he is despite constantly flexing his visuals lmao.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

you do a lot for him, not just as in help him out with cooking or whatever, but his mental state. you’ve allowed him to mature a lot and he’s become more emotionally intelligent with you.

he’d hate to think of how his life would be if he wasn’t with you, he wouldn’t be the same person at all.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

one of the first dates you went on was to build a bear, it was his idea surprisingly (he wanted to see which animal/character you picked out, okay?!) you stuffed each other’s teddies and returned them to each other in time to name them. you named yours sunghoon first, he followed by naming his y/n. you both sleep with them on the bed and hug them tightly when you’re not together :( (but your never tell each other that’s what you do lol)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

people who are all up in his face. just back off, yeah? chill out for a second. he gets that you’re excited, and he wouldn’t want to bring you down, but you don’t need to get up in his grill. personal space is a big one for him. if you don’t respect that, then he’s not gonna have any time for you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

the prettiest sleeper on the planet. his lips are slightly separated and his eyelashes often flutter as if he’s about to wake up, but it’s actually just a sign of him having a really pleasant dream.

#enhypen #sunghoon #enhypen fluff #sunghoon fluff #enhypen imagines #sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon imagines

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Could you believe I actually am back with some Runnaway Experiment WRITING??? :D

This takes place very early on in the story, and gives some more insight into Tommy's life before they escaped (in the comics). Enjoy :D

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The experiment was growing years after years, to everyone’s delight. It seemed the first laboratorial human had a decent enough lifespan so that it could be studied in the long run. And so, 14 years, it has been since T0M saw the light of day, and it acted in a similar fashion a 14 year old human would. .

Of course, the many researchers failed to take in consideration an alteration of the most cumbersome. T0M looked human, could understand the english language, followed orders and didn’t complain, asked some questions but the specimen…. was big.

Too big to fit in a human bed.

Too big to fit comfortably in a room.

It went in spurts, which was terrifying the first time. It kept on growing and growing, as scientists hoped it wouldn't take long for it to stop, otherwise, it might lead to a lot of problems. But for the past 2 years, no noticeable change really occurred, which was a relief when the thing was already 25 ft tall. It never seemed to be challenging personality wise, which was a relief, but they still needed to keep him in line.

Hopefully, the Doctor Soot, as well as Doctor Puff took part in daily check ups and made sure he didn’t rebel.

So, every 2 day, they took turns to visit T0M in the room accustomed to its needs.

And both’s reports were excellent! T0M learned more while being as obedient and compliant as ever. Phil couldn’t be more happy with those results.

However, as time went on…. Wilbur failed to mention another kind of teaching he had going on with the subject for the past months.

“And this is called ‘Sadness’.” He held an A3 size paper with a moody smiley drawn on it, the word being written below. “It’s that feeling when our sessions are over and I have to go and you say ‘oh noooo’ in that voice.”

T0M was sitting on his knees in front of him, paying the utmost attention to what Wilbur was showing and saying.

“I hate that one.” He pouted.

“I know,” Wilbur chuckled. “No one likes to feel sad. But it’s a part of life.”

A single hum. Wilbur’s smile turned more sympathetic.

“Do you remember the other ones?” He stood up from his place and put the sheet in one of the dark grey metallic drawers.

T0M nodded, excitedly. He took his hand and poked his fingers as he counted. “ there’s “Happiness”, it’s the good one. And “Disgust”, it’s when I have to eat the weird green stuff.”

“Brocoli”

“That. And then there’s excitement, it’s when I smile real big because you come early.”

Wilbur clapped “Wonderful!” T0M’s eyes were shining stars at every approval from Doctor Soot. Even though T0M’s enjoyment was very appreciated and contagious, but it could be a bit… much, to handle at times.

“Since you understand the basics, I think it’s time for us to start a whole new lesson.” He clapped.

T0M gasped and cheered from the top of his lungs “YEAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”, throwing his arms in the air and effectively making the room shake from the sheer volume of his voice. When he looked back at the scientist, his eyebrows were pinched and the brunette was covering his ears and curled up, almost in pain.

“...Doctor?” He brought his head close to the man who, after making eye contact, scrambled back until he hit the same drawer he put the papers in earlier. T0M looked at him confused, face still too big in Wilbur’s peripheral.

“I… Tom, I appreciate your enthusiasm when we do our lessons, but if you could prevent yourself from screaming, it would be nice.” He tried in the most gentle voice he could muster without it shaking.

“What’s screaming?” T0M asked, crouched so his face was almost on the ground at eye level with him. He brought a hand closer to the doctor who was still breathing heavily. When his head shot to look at the hand, his body on alert, he froze before saying.

“... Is it a moment when I can’t touch you?”

Wilbur’s eyes were locked on the now frozen hand for a good second before returning to T0M, nodding. “Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

The hand retracted in the following seconds, and soon, he was back in his initial position.

The doctor thanked before regaining his composure. He looked back at T0M, and his expression held remorse. A guilt twisted Wilbur's guts at the view. Thing is, as T0M grew up, people quickly realised he was the equivalent of clingy. He would constantly grab people into hugs and had a hard time keeping his voice down which resulted in a large noise blocker investment. And so they had a rule. T0M couldn’t make any sort of physical contact with anyone without being given explicit permission first. Obviously, most workers considered T0M as a test subject and therefore, wouldn’t give him that pleasure.

Wilbur, though, was not in the same vein. Once he realised how empathic and emotional and human T0M was, he started teaching him things a human teen should need, and started giving him a sort of affection a human teen should have. Which included some sort of physical affection.

When T0M was sad, he would sit next to him or pat his back. It quickly evolved as Wilbur accepted being held by the boy and brought to eye level as long as he was careful when doing so, and ever later, they would hug and wilbur would try to brush his hair at times.

Still, that didn’t make him immune to any of T0M’s carelessness which’s consequences were amplified ten fold due to his scale.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked pitifully.

“I- no, it’s not your fault. It can just be a bit overwhelming is all.” Wilbur explained.

“... what does that mean?”

“It means… when something is ‘too much’. Like when you want to bring Techno very close, but he keeps reminding you about the rule.”

“Oh.” T0M let his head fall. “... I don’t like that.” Wilbur scratched his head. “I want to be so close and show that I’m very happy and it’s all inside and I can’t let it out.”

“Well, here, it’s a bit more of the opposite. When outside, there is a lot and you’re incapable of letting it in.”

“... I’m sorry Wilbur” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, I’m not angry.” reassured the brunette. “I just have sensitive ears.”

“...Everyone has sensitive ears.”

“Well, when you’re a small guy like me, you’re sensitive on pretty much all fronts.”

“... It’s not fair.”

“What’s that?” Wilbur perked.

“When I stop getting big and strong, I want to hug you with all of my will. Like you do with me. It feels nice. I want you to feel nice just like that. I want you to be overwhelmed with happiness. I want to hug you so, so bad but I can't and it's shit. I don't want to be strong, I hurt you if I’m strong. I want to hug you."

Tommy vented, more to himself, and when he looked at Wilbur, his eyes shined, not with joy.

"Oh Tommy…."

It ached. It ached Wilbur to his core that something as simple as a hug was something he craved and still couldn't get. Because he knew. He knew all of the things T0M was missing out on. All the life he could have lived if he was granted freedom. How much he could live and appreciate. It kept him awake at night.

But he was here. Trapped. In a room barely tall enough to contain him, treated like a circus monster. And the worst thing was, T0M wasn't aware of it. Of all the life he wasn't living. How his life was no life and how he thinks this absence of everything is what life should be.

Plato would probably laugh in his grave.

"I promise you. One day, you will be able to do that. I promise you that I'll find a way for you to hug me just like you are a small man too. I promise you that I'll make you discover all of those joys of life, Tom. I Promise you. I will help you. And I'm sorry for not being able to provide it sooner. And I'll apologize for all the years it took for me to get it."

They stared at each other, and Tommy nodded, throat tight and eyes wet.

"And a promise makes sure that it's gonna happen." T0M croaked.

"Exactly, tom." Wilbur smiled. "You are going to live many more things."

The bell rang, and both faces fell a bit.

"I'll see you in 4 days, Tom. We're gonna have a little recap over the emotions you learned and then I'll teach you about relationships."

"Oohh, that sounds nice! What is it?"

As Wilbur packed his little bag, he looked at T0M and simply replied "it's all around you. But I'm not gonna spoil the next session. On that note, I wish you a nice week, Tom."

"Have a nice week, Wilbur! " T0M waved with a smile. "It's nice talking to you."

"It is my absolute pleasure, Tom."

And thus, they parted. As Wilbur walked down the immense corridor (just tall enough Tom could run through them.) He wore a satisfied smile. His small steps resonated, the only sound in the room, yet peaceful enough for his ears to listen to them as carefully as silence. Halfway through, the sound was doubled.

"Helloooo."

"Oh, hey techno! How are you?"

"Doing fine. You seem very happy."

"I am. I made some good progress with T-he subject. I feel like he's learning well. The next tests should have fabulous results."

"Ahh, wonderful. Let's make sure it doesn't learn too much though." He joked.

And at that, Wilbur chuckled, his hand on the man's shoulder. "Oh don't you worry about that, my friend. I can assure you that'll never happen"

"Amazing" techno replied, deadpan. Both nodded their conversation away and walked the rest of their ways.

As he got further away, the doctor's smile turned to an amused grin. His steps resonated, so much smaller than what could be, in a corridor in which the boy just next door should walk through.

"Don't you worry about a single thing."

MEL YES I ADORE THIS AU SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

Poor Tommy but at least Wilbur is helping him :”]

#runaway experiment au #melissas writing #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g!tommy #t!wilbur #YES YES TES #XJWJXJWNNX #SCREAMS AND YELLS AND CRIES #BUT IN A GOOD WAY #:D #I LOVEBTHSI AU

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