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aajjks · 2 years

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The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!

*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

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mrghostrat · 4 months

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Okay I cant -- I need to say it out loud.

I am 100% sure, at this point, you are my favourite artist so far. And I have to honestly thank you for a lot of stuff so let me get to the point before my anxiety takes me back --

I came across you less than a month ago. I don't remember if I saw your art before reading your fictions (Mon Horrible Cherì was my first) or the other way around, but both inspired me so much I can't describe it properly. Art itself is my absolute weak spot. In my past years I always struggled working on that, I was never happy with my results, and mostly had drawn to pay bills than for my own happyness. In the end I hated it at the point that every line I drew was a cut on my hand instead of a moment of joy. And that was horrendous.

But then I came across your art, at some point - and I was amazed. Your style is something I wished to achieve years ago, or very similar to that at least, so I was totally into looking for more, and more, and more. I can't produce art of that quality, but for the first time I wasn't envious of another artist's ability and talent, I was just... Amazed. I felt very happy, can't say why, but your style totally fascinated me. It still do. Anytime you post something new it gives me a shot of serotonine, it makes me feel happy and inspires me to get back on my Huion and draw something too. I started to push it through everyday, and in less than a month I grew a lot. You don't know that, but you pushed me into art with a passion I didn't had since I was 16, and I turned 30 couple months ago. Now it gives me joy everytime I draw. It doesn't matter if the art I produce is no good, or if I change my style everytime (I'm trying a lot of styles right now), the only thing that matter is the way I feel when I sit here and just let my inspiration go. And I feel happy. Happy to draw. Happy to experiment. Happy to share. Somehow I don't feel ashamed of my art anymore, and I was for a long time. I improved so much in these weeks. I watched carefully almost all of your timelapses (I am in love with all of them btw) and followed your tutorials more than once. Your examples, the way you work, is just inspirational for me. I've seen someone was thankful to you for the way you use references and says people out there to do it too: I want to thank you for that too. References was a taboo until last month for me, and I was SO wrong! Those helps so much!

So, well. I am not sure I wrote this all correctly, english is not my native language (I'm italian) and I may have done some mistakes, well, I do not care. I just hope I was able to express you my gratitude for all you did for me - I had to let you know how much this means to me everyday.

Oh also: I love every part of your art, but I could stare at your linearts for days and never get bored by that. And the way you color! Don't make me start on that. I could speak for hours. Not sure you'll want that, believe me.

So, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for making me believe in myself again. Thank you for giving me back my passion. Thank you for reminding me everyday I can draw for myself, for my own happyness. And thank you for making me happy.

You are a great artist.

Thank you! <3

i put off replying to this because i wanted to draw you something, but i just haven't had the energy after work and dont want u to think im ignoring you 😭

but i dont have WORDS. i'm so fucking proud of you. i'm so happy for you. browsing your blog and seeing the sheer amount of art and AUs you're making is so inspiring. your happiness is contagious and i hope you only continue to grow, and continue to foster all that joy for art.

thank you <3

#ask a rat #rat CRIES #everyone pls go look at fei's blog #this kills the bilv

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lamnwar · 1 year

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Hi hi👋🏾 I love your work very much and I'm not sure if I'm late, I just saw your post about opening requests. I was wondering if I could make a request about Aomine.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to, but if you do consider doing it could it be about a chubby reader(no specific traits like blushing, because I don't got that ability). Like they both knew each other before had and hurl sarcasm at each other constantly, but they have lowdown time too sometimes (like relaxing on the roof or some activity they both like.

Reader sometimes compares herself to Momoi because she definitely makes herself known when in a room and wonders if she's good enough to catch Aomine's eyes but he thought they were maybe together because of their interactions.

I know that's alot but bare with me please 💀

I hope that your doing well and wish you happiness always💞

Hellooooo 💕 omg I know I took way to long for this but believe me, I loved that request a lot bc I'm such a hoe for friends to lovers with Daiki 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Context: in which you're in complete denial on your feelings for your best friend Daiki.

Warnings: fluff <3, university au!, language I guess?, reader is in denial and it can be a bit unsufferable but bear with it plsss it's worth it, I promise 🤭

“You’re gonna pay me lunch today or what?”

You turn around, unable to restrain the laugh bubbling in your throat.

“Go to hell, Daiki” you reply as you keep on walking in the crowded hallways of your university.

You hear the giant boy grumble, fussing like a spoiled child who for the first time in his life, has been denied something. It’s amusing, how you get him to behave like that, breaking the reputation of cool guy he’s built for himself on the campus. It’s a talent of sorts, you like to pride yourself. For the whole time that you’ve known each other, you know for a fact that any façade he puts up is just a mirror of smoke to you. As hard as he tries, Daiki will always remain your giant dumbass of a friend. And staying in character, he follows you, still not willing to rest his case and take a defeat. You sigh, not bothering from stopping for him – it’s pointless, anyway, because when Daiki has something in mind, it’s hard to get him to change it. And he is adamant in having you invite him for a meal.

“You owe me one, pretty girl” he says as soon as he’s caught up to you.

“Do I now?”

“You absolutely do!”

You roll your eyes, pretty much in disagreement with him. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t owe him anything – not that you’d be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki. But he clearly believes in his own truth since he’s still following you.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way to your next class anyways?” you ask as you take a quick look at your watch, “I’m done for the day, but you can’t say that much.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my class, I want to have lunch with you.”

Your expression may remain unphased by his words, but you notice the way your heartbeat takes off. It does every time he says this kind of things to you when he’s unknowingly being confusing to your poor little heart. You may be in denial, though you refuse to think about it too much, afraid of what it may reveal of you. But you can’t help the warmth that invades you when these words come out of him. So, you try, as hard as possibly can, to shake these feelings and thoughts away.

“You’re failing most of your classes, dummy, so please” you sigh.

He grunts, trying his hardest to avoid your eyes, knowing that he can’t refuse them anything that they plead for. He resists as long as he’s strong enough to, but by the way his lips fold in a slight pout, you know that he’s admitting defeat.

“Why d’you always get me to do the right thing, huh?” he grumbles as a soft chuckle comes out of your lips.

You raise your shoulders, feigning ignorance; truth be told, you’ve always been his moral compass so if you were to incite him to do anything remotely wrong, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You come close, giving him a half hug in an attempt to lift his mood.

“Work hard Daiki, I’ll be waiting for you!”

“You’re not getting away with it” you hear above you as his hand lays on your head. “Be ready at 10 tonight, I’ll come to pick you up.”

You step back, a confused look on your face.

“10? Boy, what are you going to do to me so late in the evening?”

He laughs, pulling you away from his body as he gets himself to go in the direction of the amphitheatre. Something about that cute little confused face of yours is entertaining to him – probably because for once, you are the clueless one. With a last flick on your forehead, he replies:

“Taking you on a night drive. Get the snacks, I’ll handle the drinks.”

And so, you watch him go away before you even get to respond to his invitation – if you can call it that. If anything, he’s imposed a surprise hangout on you, and at a time of the day that isn’t really what you are used to. However, you can’t fool yourself; as tempting as the prospect of lying in bed in your comfiest pj’s with a cup of tea while rewatching your favourite show may be, you know for a fact that you’re looking forward to tonight’s appointment.

It embarrasses you to admit that you’ve never been on a night drive before. For one, you cannot drive, and even if you did, this kind of activity is certainly more enjoyable with some company than alone. And you’ve also figured that people in real life don’t do night drives. It’s a fantasy for coming-of-age stories, certainly one of these things that get overly romanticized, so people can feel less bored by their lives. It’s for teenage love stories, an activity that you may be too old for, so it be ridiculous, right, for you to get excited by the idea of going on a night drive with Daiki?

Yet, here you are, ready to go thirty minutes before. You feel nervous, for a reason you can’t figure. Well, you have a theory, but you simply rather ignore it, for it doesn’t make that much sense, all things considered. It still remains that you are standing here, in the middle of your apartment, checking once again if you’ve packed the boy’s favourite snacks and looking at your reflection in your full-length mirror every time you walk by, wanting to look cute for some obscure reason. It’s not like you’d want him to compliment you tonight, right? Even though he does, every time you meet, without exception. But still, despite the frequency of such occurrence, you doubt that it means anything. It’s his teasing, it’s just the way Daiki is.

Daiki, who always calls you pretty girl, especially in public so he can see you struggle to restrain your reaction to these words. Daiki, who is the first one to notice when you change your hair, your makeup, or your nails. Daiki, who sits you on his laps randomly, shushing you before you give him any of that “but I’m too heavy for you” bullshit.

But it wouldn’t make sense, you repeat to yourself, that his actions could hold more meaning than that. Because Daiki, for as long as you’ve known him, has always been that type of guy that is never seen with a girl like you. Especially when you consider that he’s grown up beside Satsuki – your common friend who, before you, had been the one Daiki was following around and decided to randomly hang out with. You’ve met her a couple of times, when she’s come to visit on breaks, and you’ve quickly bonded around the fact that you both wonder why you keep a guy like Daiki around. It's true, you could have both ditched him at some point in your life; he’s lazy, annoying, sometimes confusing and impulsive, despite putting on the front of a cool guy. The thing is, Satsuki is patient and sweet, she’s always taking her time with a smile on her face, laughing away the times he’s being a dumbass. But you, it’s a completely different dynamic. He’s decided from one day to another that you are his new best friend, and ever since, he hasn’t hesitated once to be unsufferable with you. He laughs when you call him a dumbass, and purposely make PDA when you are screaming on all roofs that you hate his guts. He has a picture of you from that awkward phase you went through as a pre-teen plastered on his wall – one that he’s found by stalking your social media like a creep. Daiki gets on your nerves, making you wonder ever so often why, despite everything, you’d still take a bullet with him.

But here you are, in his car with the windows down, the chill air of the night kissing your face as he pretends to dislike the music you’ve put on, though he’s clearly bopping his head along. At this time, most roads are empty, and you see the slight grin on the blue-haired boy’s face when he seizes the occasion to go over the speed limit by a couple of kilometres.

“So… that’s a night drive, huh?” you ask as your eyes wander out the window.

He huffs, slender fingers landing a flick on the side of your head.

“We gotta get out of town first, unless you appreciate the view of rats running on the sidewalks” he explains.

You hum as a response, too embarrassed to admit to you are clueless as to what this night has in reserve for you. After a while, however, it all makes sense to you as you reach the heights, seeing the lights of the city drawing patterns under your eyes. At some point, you even wonder where the stars start and where the city lights stop. It’s all like a painting, and you are just like a kid, watching with fascinated eyes. Daiki's eyes momentarily deviate from the road to lay on you, a soft smile painting his lips at the sight of you with literal stars in your eyes. And then you turn to look at him, mouth slightly agape when you notice that he’s been looking at you like that.

“Get the snacks, I’m starting to get hungry” he says after giving his attention back to the road.

You nod, reaching to get his favourite snack out of your bag, and trying as hard as you can to get the image of him looking at you so fondly out of your mind. The idea of him being so tender is a new concept, something that you refuse to accept as a truth, because if you do, you’ll also have to accept the way it makes you feel.

“Do you want one?” You ask as you try to distract yourself from the direction your thoughts are going.

“Feed me.”

You raise your eyebrows, ogling at him like he’s spewed the most nonsensical thing ever.

“Give me a rest, Daiki.”

“I literally need my two hands to drive.”

“Oh, fuck off! You’ve been driving with one hand all along.”

“Well, you owe me one, remember?”

“Where did you get that from, anyways?” you sigh, persuaded, once again, that you would never be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki.

He doesn’t reply; yet, before you get to hit him with a “I knew it”, he leans in to take a bite at the piece of food you have in hand, a shocked look painting your face when his teeth graze the tip of your fingers.

“Wh- what did you do that for?!” you grumble as he grins.

“It just tastes better when it comes from you.”

You fail to find something to reply, brain deep in a fog of confusing feelings. It hurts your mind, all this confusion, and the way he perpetually puts you in this state, not bothered in the slightest. And in these times, you can just sit in silence, fighting with yourself to stop being like that, like a dumb teenager in love for the first time – overthinking everything, blurring lines that shouldn’t be blurred, unable to stop a blooming heart from beating like crazy. But these blue eyes are seeing you; your unusual silence, and your eyes staring at the distance, in search for answers.

After a while, the car stops. You haven’t noticed that you are uphill, near a viewpoint that gives you an unprecedented sight of the city at night. You’re taken out of your thoughts when Daiki’s voice resonates in the car, telling you to get out. And you do, looking around you like a lost puppy, before noticing the blanket laid in front of his car, the drinks and snacks carefully displayed on it. And it occurs to you, at this very instant, that there is something undeniably romantic with the situation.

“You can stand there all you want, but you’d look less stupid sitting next to me” his deep voice nags at you.

“Do you do that with everyone?” you ask as you sit down.

“Huh? Do you mean the night drives?”

You raise your shoulders. You aren’t sure what you really mean by that question, let alone what answer you’re hoping to hear. But it’s easier for you to go along with the way he’s interpreted the question than making a fool of yourself and admitting that you don’t even know what you are asking.

“Not really” he says, opening a bottle for you and himself, “I mean I took Satsuki on a night drive once, but it wasn’t that fun. Girl was snoring after fifteen minutes of driving.”

He scoffs, then takes a gulp. You sit in silence, though your thoughts aren’t so quiet. You feel stupidly jealous, but it’s always Satsuki, isn’t it? She’s been by his side longer, after all.

“I’d imagine you’d enjoy something like that with her, though” you think out loud.

Daiki raises an eyebrow in your direction, not quite sure what you’re implying.

“Satsuki? Eh, she’s cool of course but you know…”

“Why do you always talk about her like that?” you look at him, “she’s literally the best girl out there. She’s pretty, and nice, and she’s so patient with you, it’s sometimes beyond me.”

“Do you expect me to date her?”

The question is so nonchalantly asked, but you can feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” you reply in all honesty.

You deviate your gaze to the view before you. The lights that you were previously in awe in front of, are now almost blinding.

“What kind of shit is going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

His fingers reach to your chin, turning your face in his direction. His usually bored eyes are incredibly serious, for once; it’s almost in contrast with the softness of his touch.

“I wouldn’t date Satsuki in a million years, because I like you” he bluntly declares.

His words ring in your ears like a weird noise, till you finally make sense of them. And at this moment, all your confusion, all your thoughts, all your feelings take flame, setting your entire body and mind on fire.

“You… do?” you manage to voice out.

“Am I not obvious?”

He chuckles, hand living your chin to grab his bottle from which he takes another sip. Your eyes are big, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I figured you were teasing me” you confessed, suddenly realizing how stupid you may sound now that you know what you know.

“There’s that too, but I thought we had a thing going on” he admits, “it’s fun seeing you get all flustered, regardless.”

“So you like me, for real for real?”

“Yeah, dummy, in what language should I speak for you to understand?”

You reply with a hit on his shoulder, before burying your face in your hands. Daiki is really good at making you feel like that, you reflect as you feel weirdly hot despite the chill breeze blowing in your direction.

“Is this a date, then?” you ask.

“Well…” he sighs. “I thought it was but apparently, you didn’t.”

“It’s just that I was missing circumstantial clues and…”

But before you get to justify yourself, Daiki is quick to shush you, grabbing your face once again but with more force this time.

“Listen, we can debate on this the whole night or you can tell me right now how you feel. It’s up to you.”

There’s something new in his tone, something you aren’t used to. He is not playful like he usually is, or irritatingly nonchalant. It’s almost desperate, like not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings is something that he fears. The lights reflect on his skin, enough to let you see the way he looks at you, in need for an answer. And you figure that it’d be torturous to not give him one, even though saying those words would come to admit that you’ve been in denial all along.

“I do like you, Daiki.”

The following seconds are unbearable. You can only wish for a reaction – anything that will assure you that all of this is real. So you wait in pain for him to do something or say something. It starts with his gaze softening, and his grip on your face becoming more of a caress. And then it’s the familiar heat of his body – the one you feel every time he hugs you. And finally, it’s something new, that deep inside you’ve always wanted to experience, although you’ve tried to deny it under false pretence of “irrational thoughts” and “absurd theories”.

Daiki’s lips, sweet and smooth, against yours. A kiss that makes everything you’ve been unsure of a certainty. A kiss to which you reply with all your heart, finally being honest with yourself and with him. It sweeps you away, and you cling to the boy’s chest like you fear that he’ll disappear. But when your lips separate and your eyes meet his, he’s right here. And he has no intention of going elsewhere or be with anyone else.

“Are you going to still call me a dumbass now?” he asks against your lips.

“Oh come on Daiki, doesn’t matter if you’re the love of my life, you’ll always be a dummy.”

“Says the one who had no idea what a night drive was before.”

#also sorry for taking sm time life has been crazy lately #i really like writing this #bsf!aomine brings me life you can't imagine <3 #i hope you love it <3 #knb #aomine daiki #knb x reader #aomine x reader #knb fluff #aomine fluff #kuroko no basuke

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ryuichirou · 14 days

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Also shorter ones today… mostly related to our previous replies and posts!

Anonymous asked:

After seeing Eel Floyd with Riddle

AND THOSE BITE MARKS 👀👀👀👀

I gotta know -

Did Floyd slip and slide in Riddle?

Also

Did Riddle magically goldfish form and the two had merman sex???

Honestly I wasn’t thinking about Riddle also becoming a merman, but they absolutely have to have merman sex at some point, otherwise it just isn’t fair (to me) lol

And to answer your first question, yes, there might have been some slipping and sliding in Riddle involved~

Anonymous asked:

re: the gaslighting Jade ask. I randomly stumbled on your blog from other ones, and I literally blocked you because shroudcest triggers me. Ultimately, we are responsible for our own safety. As long as it’s properly marked for (which yours clearly is since I blocked you the second I made a tumblr), really all we can do is filter the things that hurt us out.

(im agreeing with you btw. draw what you want i cant stop you. just feel like i in particular make a point worth mentioning from seeing that. you can answer this or not bc obviously i probably wont see it anyway)

Anon! Whether you see this reply or not, thank you very much for writing this despite having us blocked lol

You really are making a good point, and I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and avoiding uncomfortable stuff. I really encourage it. Thank you for understanding and for approaching this issue with respect.

Have a good day.

Anonymous asked:

Gaslighting IS Jade’s love language. Also mushrooms.

Facts, Anon <3 He doesn’t waste his gaslighting and mushrooms on those he doesn’t find entertaining love!

Anonymous asked:

Honestly I can totally see Cater as the kind of guy that now and then buys a random manga just because the cover looks aesthetically pleasing, although if they are BL they are probably more oriented towards shonen-ai than explicit content. But also he wouldn't really read them because he finds the stories and characters a bit ridiculous (is he a bitter anti-romantic? or maybe his sisters used to collect shojo manga and he associates the love story genre with them?). I bet when he had roommates he had fun leaving one of his manga lying around, just to see people's reaction and go "aw, shoot, you saw it? that's sooo embarassing..." or something like that

To be honest, I can see that too. Cater seems like someone who isn’t all that into anime and manga, but is aware of it enough to recognise that the cover is pretty and that there is something gay inside (he might figure out the latter thing later as he looks inside the book lol). His sisters really could be into it though, so I can see him having certain associations.

lol Cater’s roommates “finding” his manga though… Don’t act so coy, Cater 😭

Anonymous asked:

Goddammit! Idia, you cannot escape me for long, one way or another, your chest will be licked! *shakes fist at the sky*

I love how this is turning into a Looney Tunes cartoon…

Anonymous asked:

Idia doesn’t have nipples. He accidentally shaved them off. Tragic 😔 L in the chat for his nipples.

Damn. I’m afraid I have bad news for the previous Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any HCs for Neige and/or Chenya?

We do have HCs about Neige/Vil and Chenya/Riddle (1,2)!

Anonymous asked:

It is I, 🐩 anon,

So I got a friend into twst and tell me why her favorite character is goddamn Crowley? I'm currently trying to convert her to Divus supremacy. Enough about this. Let me ask my silly little question.

Is there anything about TWST's story plot that you dislike or wished it was worked on more? Or character you wish were more fleshed out?

Your friend has quite the taste… She is probably a genius of sorts 😔🙏

I feel like I was pretty vocal about it, so I am sorry for talking about it again, but I really didn’t enjoy how Ch2 was handled and Leona in general, to be honest. I wrote a post about my grievances a whole year ago, but my stance didn’t really change. We’ve rewatched the majority of the main story since then, and I thought that maybe with fresh minds and fresh eyes we would enjoy Leona at least to some degree, but unfortunately it didn’t really help. The events don’t really help either…

There might be some other things, but this is the one I think about every time when we talk about the flaws of TWST writing.

Anonymous asked:

what is your notp?

A bunch of Leona ships come to mind, i.e. Leona/Malleus, Leona/Vil, Leona/Idia 🤔 But also a bunch of Trey ships, like Trey/Jade or Rook/Trey…

Anonymous asked:

if you had to go on a date with one of the twst boys who are you picking? i'm picking idia

Idia is a great option, Anon; he would be so uncomfortable and awkward, getting nervous about the smallest inconveniences and whispering “thank god” every time you don’t force him to do something… I would pick him to, but my second option would be Jamil. I think he’s pretty chill.

Katsu would've picked Jade because of course, this is the best pick.

Anonymous asked:

any old fandoms that you feel out of love with?

Can’t think of any, Anon… I feel like we never fall completely out of love with anything, just move on, but there is always an opportunity that we’ll come back at some point. Things like Homestuck are still on our minds constantly lol

There are some titles that we kind of started watching, but then stopped because it wasn’t fully out yet, and since then we kind of lost interest for this thing. And with some of these titles it’s very unlikely that we’ll ever go back, but it’s never 1000% impossible. But then again, it’s not like we loved these titles…

Anonymous asked:

Funfact: The crowley that crowley is named after used to perform sex based magic with men

Damn I hope this is what our Crowley also does. This is his dark secret that is very poorly hidden

Anonymous asked:

I think Riddle would be a really good teacher's pet

Oh he would <3 He is a teacher’s pet.

Ironically, I feel like this makes him a bit boring for Crewel…although it depends…🤔

Anonymous asked:

What is a ship you rarely draw but you love

I don’t draw any of them enough, I love them all! Waaaaah :(

I feel like I don’t draw Sebek/Silver nearly enough for how much we love them, Rook/Epel is also a rare one but we love it, Sebek/Idia could use more love, anything with Jamil too…

Anonymous asked:

Please share with us a full list of the preference of the TWST boys? Top or bottom? I typed up a list for you to use!

Anon, we have a list in our pinned post! But since you’ve typed up a list, I’ll go through the list again :) We also have a post in which we explain our reasoning for each choice, so you can read it too if you’re interested.

Oh! And if you meant some other types of preferences, please let me know. In that case though, we have a list of the boys’ kinks, which isn’t the same thing, but pretty close; so you can read this one too if you want <3

Riddle – bottom

Ace – top

Deuce – bottom

Trey – top

Cater – top

Leona – bottom

Ruggie – top

Jack - top

Azul – top

Floyd – top

Jade – top

Kalim – top

Jamil – bottom

Vil – bottom

Rook – top

Epel – bottom

Idia – bottom

Ortho – top

Malleus– bottom

Sebek – top

Lilia – top

Silver– bottom

#replies

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 5 months

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Ok, if I was gonna write a Debbie ending here’s what I think might be interesting -

Franny gets a scholarship to a private school because Debbie notices her various talents…(I’m thinking maybe Art and English?) and goes to different schools to see what opportunities there are. She’s quickly offered a full scholarship.

Debbie turns down Heidi’s offer and is determined to focus on herself. She wants a fresh start but it’s not immediately obvious what this should be. (I’ve mentioned this before) she strikes a deal with Carl and Tipping to work at the Alibi with them. She takes day shifts so she can be there in the evenings for Franny. She finds she’s good at doing the books and ordering product, she gets some help with the math from Mickey. She has lots of ideas and I think it would have been cool if she had helped organise the anniversary party with Mickey. Her and Franny and Carl move in above the Alibi and make it a home.

Ultimately, she’s happy with her life and it’s all going well. One of the last scenes we see of her is when she gets a text from Sandy saying something like “missing you”. She takes a long look at it and it’s very ambiguous as to whether she’s going to reply or not. An open ending - life is good for Debbie.

calli!! i love this please forgive how late i am lol😭

i actually thought about that whole scholarship thing before, and i like what you said about it. i could see it being something art related, we learn that franny’s pretty artistic in s11 and also debbie was really artistic when she was younger (she sort of still is at the end, but i think she’s busy with her kid and work so she’s less artistic now). maybe she gets accepted into the school liam went to? i could kinda see something happening where franny struggles to make friends in her school because their parents won’t let them play with her (11x02) and they think she’s weird + amy and gemma are gone, so debbie tries to find a new, better school because again, franny’s talented, and also because she doesn’t want franny to be as lonely as she was growing up.

debbie 100% declines heidi’s offer. it pisses me off that people believe she wouldn’t because if you watch the scene and know her as a character you know that she isn’t going. i actually just started a fic about debbie in therapy, so i totally agree with her trying to focus on/better herself. because jesus christ, s11 fucks her up. i love the idea of debbie helping carl and officer tipping with the alibi, i could see it happening. i personally think she’d stick with her welding/her business, but bartending could definitely be a side gig for her. she’d enjoy it (plus she is infamously horrible at dealing with change, and since she grew up around the alibi, seeing it gone would fuck her up and she wouldn’t want to let it go). i think that they keep the house post-s11 for numerous reasons, but if they were to move out, the space above the alibi would be a cool place for them to live.

i wrote a fic about something like what you said with sandy and debbie, but it’s currently on hiatus, however i love the idea of some sort of ending with sandy and debbie. i would be satisfied if they weren’t back together, but at least them getting back together wasn’t off the table. honestly, if sandy showed up to the anniversary party (she should have- she literally walked mickey downn the isle!) and we got like one frame of debbie and sandy talking i’d be satisfied. that’s all i’d need and i’d be okay with how they ended her story. well, maybe not ok… but not as angry as i am. i really just wish debbie the best because john wells put my girl through constant hell in all 134 episodes and she deserves some happiness. i loved hearing your thoughts on this, calli! ❤️

#do you mind if i take some inspiration from the franny going to a private school thing for a fic??#but seriously i love this #she was given one of the shittiest fucking endings (along with lip)#shameless #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #sandy milkovich #heidi shameless

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Wouldn’t trade it for the world

description: Easy mornings with George are a blessing, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world

A/n - Hey everyone! This is my first imagine and first post on this page ahhh 😭 Anyway please bare with me on any misspelling or if it just plain out sucks lol. it’s a short fluff but i hope everyone likes it (make sure to repost/like!!! help ya girl spread her acc ;)

word count : 527

warnings : Domestic George, FLUFFFFF

“y/n wake up darling” You hear a soft deep voice whisper, Waking you up from your slumber.

You smile, recognizing that sweet voice from anywhere,

“Ah there she is. Now cmon or we’re going to be late”

You hear again a little louder the second time. You slowly open your eyes, scrunching from the bright light coming through the window.

You turn your way to the voice, seeing the one and only George Luz by your nightstand.

“Please just five more minutes” you whine, turning your head into back into your pillow.

“Do i need to drag you out of bed. y/n please cmon.”

You contemplate getting up, wishing to lay there forever. You finally raise yourself up in a sitting position and look at the eager boy.

“What are we even getting up for again?” You look at George with furrowed eyebrows.

“well..” He paused, showing his infamous grin.

“I wanted to spend time with you and you were sleeping. So I knew the only way to wake you up was to say we were going to be late somewhere.. “

“George!”, You look at him with a shocked expression. He looked down at the ground with a mischievous grin. “You’re unbelievable” You roll your eyes.

This was normal everyday George behavior, and as his girlfriend you have become used to his playful antics.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”, He replied back with a simple shrug.

You shift your position to the side of the bed, you look up at the playful boy. giving him your best angry eyes, Which turned into an eruption of laughter from George.

He could not take you seriously, and in all honesty, you could never look scary in his eyes. He pointed at you while giggling hysterically.

“How cute” He managed to laugh out.

You grunt in frustration making a turn towards your pillow and lunging it towards the boys stomach. Getting a sarcastic groan and a dramatic drop to the floor in return.

“You’ve injured me, y/n call an ambulance!” He exclaimed, giving his best cinematic skills.

He looked at you with overly dramatic eyes. “Please, save me with a true loves kiss” Now switching to his best British prince accent.

He reached his hand up to you in desperation, with the other hand on his stomach where the pillow was. You roll you eyes again at him, trying to hide your smile.

“I guess if i have to” You say with a huff. You move your legs off the bed and scoot yourself closer to his position on the ground.

You look at him with a sweet smile. Examining his soft features. You bend down, moving closer towards his face. Giving him a soft smile. Before lowering your lips onto his.

You feel his smile through the kiss, Savoring that feeling before removing your lips from his.“I’m saved!” He exclaimed, pushing his hands up to his chest. You look at him unable to hold back your laughter.

These sweet moments with George are always enjoyed, from his playful pranks to his late night serenades, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#Band of brothers #Band of brothers smut #Imagines #George luz #ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers imagine #BoB

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kusanalogy · 2 years

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Sing for me?

Characters: ganyu and xiao x immortal!reader but it isnt that emphasized

a/n: for the sweet and spice event hosted by @bluexiao and @anantaru! First time participating in an event officially, was pretty fun tbh.

Word count: 900+ (IM SORRY XIAOOO I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO MAKE IT LONGER SO HIS ISNT AS MUCH AS GANYUS 😭)

Warnings: reader has longer hair on ganyus, because she braids it. Lmk if i missed anything! I'll edit it

Main event post, scroll down for the m.list (support the rest of the creators!! just a reminder that theres a nsfw mlist so minors like me yeah stay away if they havent warned you enough 🥰)

Ganyu

ganyu who'd lay on your lap after a lengthy day, wanting your familiar comfort before heading off to rest.

You both watched the birds fly from the mountains, off to who knows where. While ganyu observed one take off, she noticed 2 rare glaze lillies right where the bird was.

"y/n.. Look at those glaze lillies!" Ganyu points out

You look to where she was pointing to "Oh wow! Thats rare in these areas. Cmon, lets take a look."

Ganyu follows your steps to the ancient flower. Once she sat by it, the half-qilin hummed a tune to it. Glaze lillies are known to read human- or immortals hearts. If the atmosphere is happy, the sound of music is lively, the glaze lily will open. If they aren't, and the surrondings are full of negative thoughts, the flower will wither away. It can listen to peoples singing aswell! Which is why ganyu wanted to experiment with it

Her voice was a gentle tone, a tone that calmed your senses. You closed your eyes to focus, and opened them again once she had stopped.

Ganyu touched a petal of the glaze lily, inspecting it to see if there was any effect. "Im not the best at singing, b-but i'd like to know what you thought!"

"It was great ganyu," You put your hand on hers and smiled "Your singing voice is notably clear."

Her cheeks went red after hearing such compliment "Thank you.. Ah! Look at the glaze lily on the left."

Your attention transfered to that flower, and because it listened to ganyu's sining, it bloomed.

"These flowers never fail to amaze me. I've heard that the geo archon is fond of this flower too. Dont you agree?" You say to- wait.

No reply?

"Ganyu?" You turn your head to the blue-haired adeptus behind you, and you didnt notice that she was starting to braid your hair

"Hold on y/n. I got an idea. Stay still while i braid your hair, if you'd let me." She says as she slightly combs your hair with her hands, to make it easier to braid.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

"...anddd finished!" She ties the end of the braid "I dont have a mirror with me right now, but theres a clear pond nearby?"

You walk to the pond and look at your braided hair in multiple angles, and back to ganyu

"You're doing so well today ganyu! If i could keep this on until tomorrow i would. But then it would get messy.."

She didnt come up with a proper reply, but instead nodded. Not long after, she picks herself up and slightly shakes your hand, like a signal to get up. So you proceed and go back to the two glaze lilies.

She places her hand on your cheek, picks up the same left glaze lily that bloomed from its stem and puts it on your braid.

"Perfect! But... I have one more request." Ganyu shyly states, then continues

"Sing for me? Could you make the other glaze lily bloom?"

"As you wish."

Xiao

no, reader isnt venti 😇‼ I hope it isnt too similar to xiao and ventis connection bc i swear it wasnt meant to be like it

xiao who'd watch you from afar, not wanting to disturb you. Listening to your quiet hums as you rest by a tree. You both havent seen eachother in awhile, So he was cautious for no reason.

Oh, your body looked so delicate. Your hair reflecting the rays of sunlight that went through the leaves of the said tree, the gentle movements of your hands.. and your lips. Those precious lips. All he wanted to do was to put them right on his.

He comes closer, I mean, its you anyways.

He remembered a time where the both of you used to talk to eachother a lot, and for a long time. "Them just accompanying me used to be a weekly thing.. but y/n had become a bit busy. It wouldnt hurt to approach them again?"

"Xiao. I missed you! What brings you here?" You ask, smiling. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, since you know he'd rather not chat much.

You miss him? "..Greetings, y/n."

Your bored mind thinks "Come here, i'd like to... Hold ur hand..."

"What?" Xiao thinks that something has gotten into you. You werent this direct with words before, right?

You hold your hands together and raise it to him, practically begging "Please~? For the love of rex lapis??"

"Fine."

"Yay!!" You instantly brighten up and playfully hold his hand, then placing your now intertwined hands on the grass. Putting your head on his shoulder, you hum a familiar tune to calm his senses. That gradually turns into you singing softly- with lyrics now. A song inspired by a liyuen legend, the adepti. Which included the person sitting right beside you!

Oh how he adored it. Once you start its like he wants it to never end.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

When you finished, xiao couldnt help but want more. Did he have to ask? How embarrasing... well

"...Sing for me." He whispered, barely audible.

But you felt him shift places "Come again? I couldnt hear properly"

"Sing for me?" He said a bit louder, but could still be considered a whisper to a normal person

"Moreeee?"

"..."

Oh- he doesnt wanna. Better try to change it then? "why am i not as comfortable with him like before? Was it because of the time i was away?" your thoughts were so messy...

"...If you dont want thats alright! I'll sing anyways"

How could you be so understanding? Its almost like you can read right through his mind.

How does love do that? you both think about that everyday.. theres not really a "real answer" to that, right?

"No no," Xiao clears his throat "Sing for me?"

#bloru.sweetnspice #ganyu x reader #ganyu fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #xiao x you #genshin fluff #genshin oneshots #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact ganyu #genshin hcs #🍀▪︎genshin writings

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c-c-cherry · 1 year

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HELLO you may recognise me as the artist that drew that one whole scene from chapter 7!! thought i'd drop in to say:

FIRST OF ALL midterms are the pain ever, i wish you all the best!! stay hydrated <3

SECOND OF ALL thank you for taking the time to leave such a long and heartfelt reply on my post asjcjkdj it made me really really happy and giddy for the rest of the day i'm so glad i managed to portray the characters and envision the scenes the way you intended us to! your writing is absolutely gorgeous and i hope you're doubting its quality less, because it is top tier.

speaking of your writing i was tempted to talk about why i really loved the fic in the post itself but felt like it was really long already 😭

so here i am, this may be long, i apologise in advance for my rambling, in this essay-

REIGEN'S SPIRALLING DOWN THE NEGATIVE SELF TALK WAS SO HEART BREAKING BUT SO RAW, IN A WAY, LIKE IT HURTS THAT HE REALLY THINKS NO ONE NEEDS HIM AROUND AND EVERYONE WOULD BE FINE/BETTER OFF W/O HIM. BUT SO SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN POSITIVELY IMPACTED BY HIM AND SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM AND NEED HIM

I LOVE HOW REIGEN WAS FORCED TO FACE THAT TRUTH THROUGH DIMPLE'S MEMORIES, I LOVE HOW DIMPLE CARES AND IS CONCERNED FOR REIGEN WHILE BEING BRUTAL AND A LITTLE SHIT

i love how everyone turns to teru because he's reliable and he's smart but he's just a 14 year old who's had to be his own adult for way too long and he's just trying to figure things out, too. I LOVE HATE THE WAY HE TRIES TO FILL REIGEN'S SHOES, I LOVE THEIR FATHER-SON DYNAMIC

getting me started on ritsu would be a mistake as i may write a 13k word essay if left unattended BUT in short, I LOVE THE WAY YOU DEPICTED HIS TRAUMA, HIS EXTREMELY HUMAN, EMOTIONAL REACTION TO MOB POTENTIALLY LOSING CONTROL, THE WAY HE ISN'T OVER IT, BECAUSE REALLY THATS SO UNDERSTANDABLE, THE WAY HE'S JUST A SMALL, SCARED 13 YEAR OLD JUST OUGHHH

MOB AND HIS CONCERN FOR REIGEN, HIM STEPPING UP EVEN THOUGH HE KNEW HIS SHISHOU COULD BE DEAD INSIDE THE OFFICE, HIS BRAVERY AND HIS COMPASSION. AND THE ONE MEMORY? WHERE HES ASKING REIGEN NOT TO LEAVE SO SOON, NOT WITHOUT SAYING SOMETHING I CRIED. I CRIED OK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SERIZAWA DESPITE BEING ARGUABLY THE MOST ANXIOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION, STEPPING UP!! TAKING CHARGE AND BEING MATURE AND DOING HIS BEST, FOR THE KIDS AND FOR HIMSELF AND ESPECIALLY FOR REIGEN

and shou oh my god i love that he tags along, that he's included but feels like an outcast in their group, the way he's there because he cares but he thinks he doesn't really have the right since he's not as close to reigen. HES SO ALONE BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO INTEGRATE INTO THEIR CIRCLE, SO HE KIND OF HANGS AROUND THE EDGE AND GOOD LORD I WISH THEY'D JUST PULL HIM IN

in conclusion i want to hug them all. i haven't felt this many emotions in so long cherry you did amazing and trust me you're going to keep doing amazing, because you are you

if you read all the way here thank you for bearing w me 😭😭 i hope you're doing well, you said you recovered from a mystery sickness recently? take care ok, we support you!! <3

-bloo

Hello Bloo!! I’m so sorry it took me this long to finally reply. Life is life, and now I’m here! But just know that I’ve been rereading this ask consistently because it makes me so happy that my work can…make people think THOUGHTS? In-depth thoughts that they want to share with me?? It still barely feels real to me that people are liking my silly self-indulgent fic where I make the business man suffer. So thank you! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it, and thank you again for that deliciously-crafted fan comic! :)

I'm sparing your poor souls from a Cherry ramble under the cut. But for those who wanna peek inside my silly head:

As for what you’re saying about the fic itself…yeah HAHA. You’ve got it down. As someone who’s completely desensitized to their own ideas and the execution of said ideas, I don’t know how obvious all my little underlying themes and ulterior plot lines have been, but your interpretation of it all is pretty spot on. I’m a sucker for forcing characters to face their own truth via IMPOSSIBLE circumstances and then dragging every other character into a whirlpool of chaos and conflict and confrontation in turn. It makes it all the more fun >:)

I’ve been trying to write the characters carefully so their dynamics blend or clash or do anything else that I please, and that means letting them roam free and interact with each other while keeping their special character quirks. I love writing Mob constantly on the verge of guilty instability, Seri having to step his ass up despite his confidence not yet being 100%, Shou and his mysterious ways that are SO worth exploring because he's such a complex character despite not appearing a lot in canon, Ritsu’s impulsive, fear-driven, 13-year-old antics (and that dreaded stop sign), and of course, Reigen and all his pathetic self-loathing. In fact, ALL of them have been incredibly fun to write because ONE has amazing, fleshed-out characters that interact so well together. BUT I’ve been surprised with how much I’ve loved writing Dimple and Teru especially. Dimple’s not hard to write at all for me, but his interactions with the other characters in writing are ADDICTING, and I didn't expect that. I will say this forever, but I want Dimple in more fics because of the POTENTIAL. LET THE FART CLOUD HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT!! As for Teru—you can ask anyone who was around for the first few draft chapters of AH—I was very hesitant to write him at all. I personally think his character is very hard to nail, and I’m honestly surprised at how much the audience has taken to his role and his little moments within the fic—that encouragement and influence definitely made him appear more than I originally anticipated :)

I could ramble for hours about every character and all their inner complexities that I'd love to explore in this work and others. But I will stop myself here hahaha.

Thank you for this sweet little breakdown of what you’re enjoying in AH so far. It makes me feel very happy :) And thank you all for all the support! It really means a lot.

As for my mysterious sickness from a few weeks ago, it has vanished! Student life is crawling with unknown bacteria. It's like you're in daycare all over again, or perhaps a medieval plague ward. Now all I have to do is battle the turbulent trials of finals :’)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #fanfic #reigen arakata #hanazawa teruki #whump #area hysteria #sweet anons #kageyama shigeo

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lunargrapejuice · 2 years

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oooh i just saw your latest post, what about ‘wearing their clothes for the first time’? ofc, that’s only if you want to!

hehe i LOVE reading/writing wearing their clothes😭 literally can’t get enough, it makes my heart explode thank you for the suggestion love💖 i hope these are okay🥺

wearing their clothes for the first time

kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr + zhongli

kaeya:

his face would never show it but his heart is beating wildly at the sight of his fuzzy cape draped over your shoulders, the light colors complimenting your skin and eyes perfectly. it’s a bit big on you, the fur part keeping you nice and warm while the rest dangles closer to you feet than it does on him and it only makes it look that much better on you. he thinks you look adorable, good enough to eat and his tantalizing eyes devour every bit of the pretty picture in front of him.

he stares silently for a while before making you aware of his presence but when he finally speaks, his words are rich, honied and teasing. “now this just won’t do. you’re looking so much better than i ever could darling, how unfair.”

the velocity at which you turn around and hug the fabric closer to your chest, your eyes widening in embarrassment from being caught, has your beloved chuckling as he makes his way to you. how is it possible for you to become even more adorable? and how did he go as long as he did without reaching out to touch you? he ponders to himself, observing and taking pleasure in the way your cheeks grow brighter and pinker with each step he takes closer to you. oh how he loved to fluster you. did you know how much you flustered him in return?

you couldn’t help yourself when you saw the familiar fabric laying unattended on the couch and kaeya was nowhere to be found. you wanted to feel close to him, breathe in his scent that clings to every tread and patch of fur and you wanted to see if you could pull off such an extravagant cloak the same way he so flawlessly does. you personally didn’t think it looked as good on you as it does him and as much as you didn’t want to be caught, his words and fixed gaze make the butterflies in your stomach run wild.

“s-should i take it off?” you ask. avoiding his gaze, you bite the inside of your lip as he gets so close your chests are almost touching and you can feel the coolness of his breath on your cheeks.

he smirks deviously, eyeing you up and down before his finger presses against your chin to bring your face back up to his. his azure orbs that are charming, hungry, loving and paired with his smoky tone and chill of his fingers on you, you feel like you can barely breath when he replies, “don’t you dare,” and steals your breath away with every kiss he places on your lips.

diluc:

the amount of emotions that swell in his chest at the sight of you in his black long sleeve shirt is almost overwhelming and makes him stop in his tracks at the threshold of the door to his room. silently, respectfully, he watches as you go about your morning in his clothing without interrupting no matter how badly he wants to pull you back into bed and hold you for the rest of the day. he hopes more than anything you are finding comfort in the fabric he normally adorns and that if you wish to, you’ll wear them again.

diluc thinks you are divine no matter what you wear but looking at you now he’s not sure he’s ever seen you look more beautiful; hair down, freshly cleaned face, your only clothing is his shirt that goes almost to your knees and the most lovely content smile on your face. his chest is so full of pride it leaves him speechless, as you and your love often does to him. after a while, when he finally does speak, your name is the only thing he can find the will to say.

you’d never guess by his expression that he was so taken back, in the best way possible, by this small gesture of wearing his clothing but no amount of stoic features could hide the love and adoration swirling in his scarlet eyes or the soft smile that tugs on his lips that screams words he doesn’t say often, i love you.

before you can turn around to face him he’s behind you, warm chest pressed against your back, strong arms wrapping around your middle to hold you impossibly close and the softness of his hair tickling the side of your face.

“i believe this is my shirt,” he coos in your ear. his hands are burning against your middle even though the fabric of his shirt, or maybe that was your own blush creeping from your cheeks to your whole body.

you had expected he might catch you wearing it if he were to come check on you in between his work but you didn’t want to wait until then to be close to him, to breath him in and let him warm you from the inside out. the shirt he wore the day before still had hints of him attached to every fiber and you couldn’t help yourself when you slid it over your shoulders.

“it is.. is it okay that i’m wearing it?”

“yes, it’s more than alright,” his hot breath on your neck makes you break out in goosebumps and you’re certain he can feel the irregular beating of your heart with how close his lips are to the supple skin at the base of your neck. suddenly you’re turned around, your chest now flush against his own and the hand pressed on your back keeps it that way. his other cups your face, bringing your gaze up to his. you’re thanking the archons he’s holding onto you as your knees grow weak under his loving touch and tender gaze. “you can wear it anytime you’d like.”

your eyes sparkle and your heart flutters at his words and with all the strength you have under such waves of emotions, you stand on your toes in order to reach his lips, your hands getting lost in a thick sea of red with every kiss you share.

zhongli:

he is the one to offer you his clothing on a particularly chilly night as you join him for his evening stroll through the harbor. it is the only gentlemanly thing to do when he felt you shiver against his arm as the sea brought a cold gust of wind through the city. without a word he shed his coat and delicately draped it over your shoulders, adjusting the collar so it sits perfectly against your form. the warmth of the geo archon immediately stopping the cold from bothering you any longer.

“it appears we’ve misjudged the weather,” he states as he fusses with the fabric to ensure the cold doesn’t get through and bother you further.

it’s impossible to hide the blush on your cheeks as the fabric of his coat envelopes you. it’s so warm, the smell of him seeping into your own clothes and skin and it is much bigger on you than it is him, the tail ends almost touching the ground at your feet. you feel bad he’s offered it to you when that would mean he himself would be cold but you also don’t want to take it off.

normally one to follow at his side wherever he walks, you don’t move when he remains stationary. you want to ask him if he’s okay, worried that now he’s bothered by the cold but a part of you doesn’t want to look up at him either. you know his piercing ember eyes will only make you even more flustered than you already are.

the reason you were out in the first place slowly starts to slip his mind as he admires you in his coat. he thinks you look adorable, beautiful and most importantly, comfortable and he couldn’t be happier to provide you with such a commodity. it never dawned on him how cute you might look in his clothes but this has him thinking he’ll offer them to you more often. he know he’s staring but he just wants to ensure the image of you wrapped safely in his coat gets engraved in his mind. it's a lovely sight he didn’t want to forget, not that with his memory he would.

“a-are you sure you don’t need it?” you break the silence and tear him from his fixation on you.

he smiles so softly and doesn’t hide the adoration flowing through his veins. not that he’d want to hide that from you, you deserved to know how endlessly he adored you. how sweet you were for thinking of him. “i’ll be fine, wear it as long as you need. it looks splendid on you, my lily.”

“please..” if it was possible, you avoid his gaze even more and pull yourself further into the fabric, as if it might hide you from his undivided attention. “it suits you more than it does me.”

warm gentle fingers lift your chin and it’s impossible not to look at him now but the gentleness behind his eyes makes you wonder why you were even worried in the first place. a chuckle vibrates his chest and he speaks his words honestly, “i don’t believe that’s true.” another gust of cold wind blows through the city, messing up your hair in the process. as soon as it passes his hand not resting on chin comes to fix it, pushing the hair behind your ear. you swear your heart beat is the only sound to be heard within a mile of where you stand but his voice breaks through with ease. “shall we head back? i’ll make us some tea to help with the cold.”

the entire walk back you can feel his tender gaze on you along with his hand resting on your lower back as he tells you stories of old. the citizens of liyue who find themselves out along with you notice the loving smile that adorns his lips the whole way even if you can’t see it. don’t be surprised when he offers you his coat regularly after that, even on the warmest of days.

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REMEMBER THE NIGHTS | the start of something new

SUMMARY: After the engagement of her father, John, to a loveable small town woman, Y/n L/n moves to Woodstock, a small town with a measly population of 5,000 people.

WORD COUNT: 1,924

NOTE: i've been waiting to post this for forever y'all i swear 😭 but now it's actually here and i'm so freaking happy!

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LEAVING YOUR CHILDHOOD HOME was never going to be easy; you knew that. But the knowledge of it didn’t make the leaving any easier. The two bedroom high-rise apartment was where you grew up, smack-dab in the middle of New York City. It was modern, with white walls and a fancy kitchen, floor-to-ceiling windows that cast an incredible glow over the entire inside of the apartment at sunset. But, all good things come to an end. At least, that’s what your father told you.

You weren’t upset, considering the circumstances, just nostalgic. You had never lived in another house before. You learned to speak, to read, to walk here. Birthdays, Christmases, Easters, and all those memories were made here. 17 years full of love and light and your father, all being packed up and moved two hours outside the city you called home, to a suburb you could barely remember the name of.

The only reason you were moving was because your father was getting married soon. His new soon-to-be wife was incredible, and her sons were amazing. The oldest of the two was the same age as you, give or take a few months, and his brother was rounding the corner to turn 13. They had spent every other weekend with you and your father in the city for nearly a year, and vice versa, so it wasn’t like you were completely uprooting your life.

You and Thomas, the eldest, had been wandering the streets and hanging out for so long, it was already like he was your brother. Chuck was a different story, seeing as he spent most of his time with his mom, but you loved him all the same, and he loved you, too. When you did spend time with Chuck, though, it was always full of laughter and love.

As you packed the last of your family belongings into the moving van, your father laid a hand on your shoulder. “I know this is hard for you, pumpkin,”

“It’s okay, dad.” You turned, facing your father. “As long as you’re happy, I’ll be okay. And besides, Thomas and Teresa will help me out until I adjust.”

He only nodded, pulling you in for a brief, comforting hug. After closing the door to the van and signaling the driver to wait for your father, you climbed into the passenger side of his Camaro and out of the parking lot, the van following behind you. Your eyes fell to the side-view mirror, watching the building you once called home fading away into the city lights.

Behind you were the bustle and brightness of New York City, and ahead lay the peaceful quiet of the suburbs.

The drive felt short, and you spent it replying to messages from friends and classmates saying their goodbyes and wishing you good luck in a new school, or hoping you would come back to visit soon. Your replies, even to the people you called close friends, were half-hearted lies. You knew you weren’t going back into the city for a while, especially with school starting soon.

Traffic-jammed highways turned into two-lane blacktop surrounded by farmland and forests, which faded into cookie-cutter homes and family-owned stores. It would be hard to get used to living in a neighborhood like this, but you would. You had to.

The route to your step-mother’s house was familiar. A left turn on the main road, right after the coffee shop, then a right turn, and another left. The house at the very end of the street, just off to the left was your destination. It was beautiful, but in a different way from your apartment.

A front porch painted white with a shingled awning, a wood swinging bench off to the right. The two-car garage and driveway were off to the left, along with the gate to enter the backyard. Dark blue siding covered the home, fading red brick supporting the foundation. White window frames dotted the home. You couldn’t tell from the front, but the backyard was fairly large and accompanied by wicker furniture and a beautiful garden.

You hopped out of the car once the engine stopped, ready to take your bag up to your room. When Maggie and your father announced that you were moving into her home, she told you that she would clear out the office so it could be yours to stay in. The last time she had called, she showed you everything, as if you hadn’t spent weekends sleeping on the old, twin bed in there before. It faced the front of the home, one window looking out to the street, just above the porch roof, and the other facing the side of the neighbors house.

As the moving van parked in front of the house, Thomas and Maggie came outside to help bring everything inside. You greeted them both with short hugs and greetings before asking where Chuck was, Thomas informing you that he was still inside, and immediately jumping into taking boxes inside. There wasn’t much, since there was already a house full of furniture waiting for you. The worst of it was your stuff. The bed, dresser, and desk required three people each, and took almost an hour to move even with the help of the movers.

But, by mid-afternoon, you were able to start unpacking everything that was in boxes. Thomas tried to help, but he only ended up scrolling through his phone and lying on your bare mattress while you set all your desk trinkets up.

“You know, it would be amazing if you could get off my bed so I can put my sheets on it.”

Thomas groaned. “But it's so comfy,”

“It’s called memory foam. Why don’t you look into it and get your own?” You quipped, and Thomas tore his eyes away from his screen to glare at you as you smiled.

With a final frustrated grunt, Thomas hauled himself up off the bed and opened the door to leave. Before he closed it, he said, “Oh, by the way, Teresa wants to take you out to the diner for dinner tonight to celebrate… or something.”

You perked up at hearing Teresa’s name. It’s been months since you last saw the girl, and you were eager to agree to her invitation. As he left, Thomas’ fingers glided across his screen, typing a response to his girlfriend to let her know that you were okay with it.

Shortly after Thomas’ departure, a knock sounded at your door. When you turned, Chuck stood at the doorway, a happy smile painting his face. “Chuckie!” He nearly hated the nickname when his brother used it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Chuck stepped inside, meeting you in the middle of the room to greet you with a hug. He stayed for a while, too, occasionally helping you put something away, until he ventured off on his own.

By the time you finished up your room, there was only one thing left to do. Despite the fact that there was already an abundance of dishes in Maggie’s kitchen, you made sure not to leave behind your favorite mug. It was a gift from your grandmother when you were younger, larger than most mugs. The inside and handle were painted gray, along with the rim, but the outside was white dotted with tiny black specks. In black, serif font, “my dove” was printed across the front. It was the nickname your grandmother gave you when you were born, and she was the only person to call you by it.

You placed it in one of the only empty spaces left in the cupboard, smiling at it. Somehow, this was what solidified the fact that you were in a new home. New people, new friends, everything. The life you used to have was gone, at least for the most part, but there was so much you still had to look forward to now.

The next few hours were a little boring, aside from packing away some of your clothes or scrolling aimlessly through your phone. The only thing you were waiting for was Teresa, who had texted you nearly half an hour ago to tell you she was getting ready. And as if you summoned her just by wondering where she was, the doorbell rang.

Your heartbeat accelerated and you jumped from your bed, hastily tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you stomped down the stairs and ran over to the front door. You paid no mind to Maggie, who laughed as you sped past her in the living room, and instead yanked the door open hastily.

Before you had a chance to say anything, Teresa flew into your arms, crushing you in a hug. You squeezed back, happy to see the blue-eyed girl again. You rocked on your feet for a moment, enjoying the embrace.

“I wish you would greet me like that, babe,”

You pulled away from Teresa, looking over your shoulder at Thomas as he came to a stop in the hallway. The girl glared at her boyfriend, holding you at an arm’s length and peeking over your shoulder as she said, “I see you every day, Thomas. I haven’t seen N/n in three months.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Thomas muttered, a pout forming on his face that caused you and Teresa to laugh.

“Whatever,” she said, turning back to you. “C’mon, let’s go. I wanna hear everything I’ve missed out on since I saw you last.”

With those words, you were being pulled out of the house, Thomas following close behind, the keys to his truck jingling in his hand as he closed the front door.

By the time you got back home, it was almost 11pm. You, Teresa, and Thomas spent hours sitting in their usual booth at the diner, eating burgers and sipping on glasses of Coke as you talked. They filled you in on most of the stuff that went on around town and what their friends were like, and you rambled on about your friends and what you would miss most about the city.

You were surprised that the diner had been open when you left, as you had assumed that most mom & pop shops closed at 9pm, but the sign that hung in the window - something you had failed to notice on your way in - said that this one was always open until midnight. The roads on the drive home were desolate, only street lamps and the headlights of Thomas’ truck providing a pathway to Teresa’s house.

The ride was filled with chatter as Thomas drove, laughter and voices filling the air as you sipped on the last of your chocolate milkshake. You didn’t bother looking out the windows or trying to map out the town, as you figured you would have plenty of time to do that.

Soon, though, Teresa was gone and you had taken her place in the passenger seat, a comfortable silence settling between you and Thomas, the only leeway being the crackling radio as someone listed off events that had happened in the city that day. Not much longer after that, you found yourself peeling the clothes from your body, slipping into looser, more comfortable clothes and crawling into your bed.

A light feeling filled your chest as you stared up at your ceiling in the dark. This town had yet to prove itself, and you were more than willing to see what it had to offer to you. All you had to do was give it a chance.

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flamingo-writes · 2 years

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Ch. 9: Out For Blood

Keep You On My Side, Chapter 9: Out for Blood

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x [Female] Reader

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A/N: Make a wish next time I post when I schedule it because I'm a dum dum 😭 It took me so long to write this, mostly because this is the longest chapter yet, and it's basically twice as long as the last two chapters. Anyways, like I said in last chapter, I'll try to slowly go back to my scheduled posting on Sundays...Hopefully, I'll be able to make it ToT Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a bunch of strong emotions all poured into one messy chapter with so much happening.

Summary: As you watch from a distance, you can't believe everything that's happening. Although, you wished things were gonna be different the next day, but only turned out to be a roller coaster that seemed to take unpredictable turns as the day went buy. Secrets confessed, memories you wish you could forget, truth you can't believe, and the realization finally hitting you.

Warnings: This chapter contains darker topics, mentions of psychotic behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, depression, mentions of suicide threads.

Word Count: 8.2K

“Stay here, don’t go down, don’t do anything. I’ll come back for you as soon as I’m done” He babbled as he turned around and jumped down as you watched him incredulous, your heart beating fast as you dropped your gym bag and approached the edge.

“Peter!” You cried out as you started getting worried.

You watched him swing back into the eye of the hurricane, as the guy with the dark cape swung towards him and Peter dodged him. You stood paralyzed as you watched, the penny dropping again. If Peter was…If Spiderman…While earlier you had no issue processing this information. But now…seeing him in this situation, made your heart sink in fear. Right, Spiderman did a lot more than stopping robbers and helping kittens off the trees, or even helping people who left their keys inside their cars. You remembered the few weird instances in which very weird characters attacked the city. The giant lizard, the electric guy, some giant rhino…and now, these two clowns in silly costumes who seemed to know how to put up a fight even with Spiderman’s enhanced senses.

You looked horrified as you watched Spiderman dodge some attacks, but receive most of them, either by managing to protect himself or completely take the hit. However, everything was happening too fast and too far away. You were a couple of buildings away, and with a very good reason. Spiderman taking you in particular there, while he simply told people to leave and where to go, spoke volumes about his priority to keep you safe. It made your heart ache.

Your eyes filled with tears as you felt your phone vibrating. You pulled it out of the back pocket of your jeans as you saw Miles’s name on the screen and picked up.

“Yeah?” You said in a shaky voice.

“Yo– are you alright? Where are you?” Miles asked, alarmed as he noticed the peculiar tone in your voice.

“I-I…” You chuckled bitterly. “Not sure how to…say…this…”

“Dude, what the hell? Should I call my dad? He’s a cop…” He added nervously.

“N-no. I-I’m…fine” You said, not lying, but you were mostly worried about Peter. “I’m…on top…of a building”

“Wha–?”

“I’m fine. I’m…there’s some sort of…issue…going on between Spiderman and two other guys…” You explained nervously as Miles easily picked up on your anxiety. “I was…walking by, when Pe–, I peeked over the street to see what was going on, and Spiderman saw me and…took me away from there..”

“He left you on top of some random building?” He asked exasperated.

“Ye-yeah" You sighed nervously. "I-I'm…safe. Don't worry…"

"Sis, you don't sound exactly relieved…" Miles chuckled bitterly.

"I'm worried about him …Spiderman…" You admitted.

"Are you two friends or something?"

"I mean, we've talked a few times…he's saved me several times…and he's walked me home to make sure I make it home safely…" You replied, not exactly lying to Miles.

"Do you… know who he is?" His question made your stomach drop as you knew you wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

"I…I think…" You said, not exactly lying.

"Yo, what? Really?" He asked incredulous.

"I'm not sure…okay? I haven't confirmed it” Truth “And even if I did…if it were me, and someone found out I'm MJ, I wouldn't want them to tell anyone, you know?" Also truth, and with that, Miles sighed deeply.

"Yeah, fair…Hey, he'll be alright, you'll be alright…" Miles said, mostly to relieve himself.

"Yeah, thanks…" You replied, sounding a lot more calm, and making Miles feel more calm as well.

"Should I call my dad? And tell them about the ruckus?"

"Ye-yeah…"

You gave Miles the address and hung up as you leaned over to the edge, looking for Spiderman, your heart beating fast and strong on your chest as it was hard to follow the bad guys and Peter. There was shooting, although they did not seem like regular guns and instead looked like something out of a Hollywood action movie. What was going on? You were so freaked out by everything you couldn't understand and what was happening.

For several seconds, Peter was out of your range of sight, as you kept hearing the ruckus, yelling, cursing. And you were standing too close to the edge, leaning over the balcony as you felt your heart on your throat.

A quick dash of orange and yellow ran from the alley they’d disappeared. You looked at it, noticing it was one of the guys who was fighting as well. You watched him climb up the building, running away as Peter was fighting the other guy with the metallic dark cape. You knew screaming would be useless, and would perhaps catch the attention of the guy running away and put you in danger.

However, as you looked at Peter struggling with the other guy, you completely missed the second man jumping from building to building, slowly making his way in you general direction. You heard a loud huff, catching your attention as you watched the guy running away jumping into the fire escape from the building you were secured in. You gasped and moved away from the edge as the man climbed up.

His peculiar suit, looking almost like a suit of armour had orange and yellow details, as well as some large gauntlets and boots. He jumped on the edge and stared at you for a full two seconds.

Your body froze in shock, suddenly feeling the blood drain your face and your stomach fell to the ground at the realisation that the bad guy had seen your face.

“Enjoying the view, darling?” He hissed with a chuckle as he continued running towards the next building.

You watched him leave speechless as you stood paralysed and thought about the implications. He’d seen you. God, he had seen you. You wondered how screwed you were. You could be just any person watching through the roof of their building, right? Unless they’d seen Spiderman take you there himself. The fact that he let everyone else run away but took you to the roof.

Another loud growl snapped you out of your thoughts as you ran back to the edge and saw a bunch of web hung between two buildings, and in the middle the bad guy was all wrapped in it, suspended in the middle of the web. Although Peter was nowhere to be seen. At least for a few seconds you heard him crashing against the fire escape as you looked down. He climbed the wall slowly, catching his breath until he finally made it to the top.

“Peter!” You said desperately as you approached him and hugged him as he groaned softly and then wrapped an arm around your back. “Are you alright?” You purred, breaking the hug and looked at him as you noticed he was holding his side with one of his arms.

“Received a pretty nasty blow on my ribs, but nothing that a good night's sleep won’t fix…” He replied with a cheerful, although tired voice.

You watched him with worry overflowing your eyes, almost like tears.

"Hey, can I ask what you are doing out here late at night? You could've gotten hurt!” He said in a low and somewhat severe voice “Or worse! You could have died”

You looked at him and realised how dangerous it was. You being there at the wrong place at the wrong time could have cost you your life just like he’d said. Your mind went blank, as Miles had also mentioned it was dangerous for you to leave so late, and the guilt sunk in your gut.

“I-I'm sorry…” You stuttered softly as you looked at him with wide terrified eyes. “ know it was dangerous and reckless of me to go out at this time…i…really needed a swim…”

“Whoa, whoa, babe, hold up, right there…” He said with a bitter chuckle. “You went out because you wanted to swim? At midnight?”

You realised how bad your wording sounded as you cursed under your breath.

“Please, I-I…it's the only way I can deal with him being back…” You said. “I'm still sorry, though. You got hit because of me…”

“Don't” He cut you off. “You had nothing to do with me getting hit. I was careless, that guy knows how to fight…C'mon, let's take you home” He said as he stood up and walked towards you.

“What about your ribs?” You asked worried.

“I’ve been through worse, don’t worry” He tried to sooth you as he walked closer to you. “I’m gonna wrap an arm around your waist, and I need you to cling to me like a baby monkey or koala or small cute mammal of your preference…” He said as you looked at him and nodded softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you felt his arm snaking around your waist. “Please don’t scream, I’ve got sensitive senses…and when I’m swinging around people, they tend to yell and it’s pretty rough on my ear…”

You felt your heart skip a beat as he said “swing” so casually, as if it were the same as riding a bike or getting on the subway. You nodded.

“Ye-yeah…”

“If you’re scared of heights, you can close your eyes too” He added and your first reaction was to hide your face against his neck, as you felt him chuckle underneath the mask. “Ok, I’m gonna jump now, ready?”

“No, not really…” You whispered. “But go ahead…” You purred as his arm around you tightened and he jumped.

You felt the gravity pulling your stomach to the ground, and the wind hitting your body, as you felt the swinging of your gym bag on your shoulder and you cursed under your breath as you clung desperately to Peter, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to feel more secure.

“Hey, you’re good. You’re doing good. Hang in there, your place is not far from here…” He chuckled. “You’re doing pretty good, most people yell, others cry, once I had a guy telling me he was getting nauseous and…it was not pretty” He joked trying to distract you from the pull and gravity with each of his swings.

You heard him grunting softly in pain every time he let go of his web before shooting a new one.

“This sucks!” You cried out as he laughed.

“I do this on a daily…” He said softly as you felt a sudden turn and your grip around him tightened. “Almost there” He purred as you kept cursing under your breath, hearing Peter’s amusement.

You felt him abruptly stop as you looked away from his neck and opened your eyes, noticing he was sticking to the wall next to the fire escape.

“We’re here…” He purred softly as he got on the small balcony and put you down.

Feeling weak, you stumbled and grabbed the ladder and dropped your gym bag looking through your window into your dark room.

“Thanks..” You whispered almost asking yourself how did he know the fire escape was right next to your window, but you remembered a few days ago he’d gone into your room after you saw Gal outside the Coffee Pot.

“Can I ask you something?” He purred as you turned around and looked at him, noticing the details in his mask.

"Yeah" You purred.

"What gave it away?" He purred softly, as you stared into his mask, wondering how clearly could he see with that over his eyes.

"Your corkboard," You replied softly "You have my note…" You chuckled as it took Peter a second to know what you were talking about "I can't believe you actually found my note" It was a simple thing, the only note he had was MJ’s.

"So, the MJ is Mark Jensen?" He replied. "Like the main character from your novel?"

"Mark Jensen is my self insert in my own novel…I feel braver writing under his name…" You admitted shyly, feeling weird as you'd never talked about the MJ thing with anyone who wasn't your roommates or Lauren.

"You are brave. Always have been…You don't have to sign under his name…" He said, his voice softening "But I get the whole hiding and staying anonymous part…"

"Thanks" You murmured as you scanned his mask, and leaned forward.

Peter read your movement and leaned forward as well, pressing his forehead to yours. His mind spinning erratically as his wild ideas and fantasies of you being MJ were true. You were MJ. He thought of the chances, the other two Spidermen having an MJ of their own, and although the multiverse theory explained his universe the existence of an MJ was random, and said MJ to eventually get involved with him was also random, he'd been feeling weirdly hopeful of having one of his own. Mostly because he craved that tender intimate human interaction. After he met you, well, his obsession over searching for MJ ceased, at least until he started noticing the pattern between the both of you. And this was because you seemed to correspond to his feelings. And if that was the case, then finding MJ was meaningless with you in the picture. Although, you being MJ made him think of his parallel version, and thinking how he too had an MJ.

"How long have you've known?" He asked, as he wondered if he should take his mask off now that you knew the truth.

"Since 5:27 pm…" You said as he frowned softly and recalled what he was doing at the time.

"We were in my apartment" He chuckled as he pulled away, and ran a finger over the edge of his mask.

"Yeah…I saw the note I left on the bridge after you asked me who I was…What about you?" You purred as you stared at his fingers lingering on the edge.

"Like…a minute or so ago…" He chuckled as he looked down "I had my very strong suspicions for a while…of you being MJ…but if you saw the note you saw the other stuff…" He groaned embarrassed.

“I did…” You chuckled softly as he sighed.

“Yeah…man, it's creepy, I'm sorry you had to see that…I swear I'm not that creepy” He chuckled awkwardly as you shook your head.

“That’s the spirit of a true journalist…” You added.

“I’m a photographer, not a journalist…” He chuckled.

You looked at him and extended your pinky finger towards him. Looking down at your hand, he chuckled softly.

"What?" He asked slightly confused.

"I'll keep yours if you keep mine" You purred softly as Peter looked up and you felt his gaze on yours through his mask.

"I thought that went without saying…" He purred softly as he stretched his hand and wrapped his pinky with yours.

The both of you stayed silent, as he stared into your hands and leaned forward. He bumped his forehead to yours as you felt his breath through his mask.

"Hey, I know you've had a hell of a day…but, if I asked you if I can kiss you…what would you say?" He purred, his heart in his throat as he thought how much he'd been dying to kiss you, but every time he saw his chance to do it, in some way or the other, you weren't in the right headspace.

"If I hadn't had a hell of a day, I'd say yes…" You purred. "But…I'm scared…Gal is back…I'm pretty sure he's stalking me, and it scares me…"

“Hey, I'll watch over you…I won't let him lay a finger on you” He murmured as you closed your eyes and sighed deeply.

“That's not it. It's about what he's already done…besides,” You stopped, feeling nervous just by thinking of Gal “I'm worried that he might try to scare you away…” You said.

“He can try all he wants, I’ve dealt with far crazier and scarier people than him…” He purred trying to lift you up, although he noticed your concerned look did not change. “Hey, I like you…I really do” At this, you smiled softly and looked at him.

“I like you too Peter…” You sighed “but Gal is not just some jealous ex…He is a psycho…and I don't mean that in a hyperbolic kinda way…” You murmured as Peter finally pulled up his mask and stared at you, his eyes reflecting his concern, one you could not see through his mask “I mean, the guy seriously has some serious issues in his head…”

“I'm sorry…” He purred.

“He did so many horrible things, and every time I tried to call him on his actions…he manipulated me, gaslighted me…into taking his side…” You stopped as you felt an odd lump on your throat and closed your eyes.

“Hey, it's alright…” He purred as he cupped your face in his hands “You don't have to tell me…”

“I know, but I want you to know who you're dealing with…” You murmured as you met his stare. “The amount of power he had over me was…gross…” Your eyes teared up as you sighed and closed your eyes, trying to keep your tears from falling “He turned me into someone I’m not…Every time I tried breaking up with him, he managed to make me feel guilty as if I was the one doing things wrong…And I let it happen constantly for three long years…”

When your tears finally fell from your cheeks, Peter pulled you in for a hug as you buried your face in his neck, clinging to him as you sighed deeply, trying to calm yourself down.

“I'm so, so, sorry…” He purred your name, his voice soothing your nerves as you shrugged.

“It's fine…” You sighed, still tangled in his embrace “I mean, it's already in the past…

“I'll watch over you, okay?” He said breaking the hug and cupping your face again, his sincere dark eyes looking into yours “Whatever that guy is capable of, I'll still be several steps ahead”

“Why? Because you're Spiderman?” You replied softly trying to pull a cheeky smirk.

“I bet he won't see it coming,” he joked. "Cmon, you've got to sleep” he purred bumping his forehead to yours again as you nodded.

“Yeah…” You purred as you pulled away and turned around, opening your window and throwing your gym bag inside your room and ready to get in when Peter’s voice pulled your gaze back to him.

“See you tomorrow?”

“You're going to the Coffee Pot tomorrow?” You asked.

“Have you seen the barista? Real charming real smart, always gets the coffee just right…” He said as his smile spread on his face “Do you think Andy is single?” He joked making you laugh, not expecting that punchline.

“No, I'm sorry, he's been officially taken for about 3 weeks” You replied as Peter faked a frustrated groan.

“Ah, shoot. I'm late…” He chuckled. “Goodnight…" he purred your name sweetly as he pulled his mask over his face again.

“Goodnight, Spiderman” You purred as you got inside your room and watched him jumping off the fire escape and shooting a web at the building next to yours.

With both your secret identities out, as well as your feelings for each other, you spent most of your shift anticipating Peter’s visit with a tender anxiety building in your stomach, reminiscent of when you were a teenager with a silly little crush and butterflies in your stomach. And every time you heard the bell chiming a new customer's arrival, you'd look up at once, hoping to see Peter walking through.

And when he finally showed up, you felt your heart skip a beat, as well as your lungs stopping as you watched him walking in with a small bouquet of flowers as you gave him the kind of look you'd always gave him when he insisted on paying for his coffee when you told him it was on you.

The flowers gained not only the customer's attention, but your coworkers as well, as you felt the knowing look of your friends. Peter approached the bar with a cheeky smirk as your cheeks got pink and hot.

"Peter…" You sighed.

"Yeah?" He asked with a feign innocent voice "Oh, these? I found them" He said, oh so casually.

"Yeah, right…" You replied, squinting your eyes.

"I swear!" He chuckled "Outside of my apartment. They were just there and I thought…I don't have a vase to put them in…"

"What makes you think I do have a vase?" You chuckled as you played along.

"Oh, come on!" He giggled.

You walked towards him and grabbed the flowers and placed them on the bar next to the cash register and then hugged him. Tenderly wrapping your arms around him and buried your face in his chest, you felt your cheeks tickling and feeling everyone's stares on you. But by this point, you didn’t care, you were too into Peter, and knowing he liked you back, made you want to show it off to the world proudly like a badge.

“Thank you,” You whispered, breaking the hug. “They're beautiful…” You said

“Hey, do you wanna do something after your shift?” He asked as you met his stare and frowned softly.

“I…actually have to go back home after work…” You explained, looking down “Miles is going through a rough time right now…” You purred as Peter opened his mouth and his face went blank.

“O-oh…” He purred softly as he remembered seeing the news this morning, talking about how Spiderman had caught a guy going by the name of The Prowler, and the man behind the mask. Peter remembered feeling like his stomach fell to the floor when he saw none other than Aaron Davis was the man behind The Prowler.

The man who helped him get his freelance career started, he who had taught him how everything works, how to set prices, and tips on when and who to work with. And most importantly, Miles’s uncle. Miles’s uncle and somehow the favourite person of everyone in your apartment. Peter realised the irony behind the citation, although it made all the sense in his mind. Aaron was kind to all of you and apparently had helped you a lot with many different things. As well as The Prowler wanting those enhanced guns out of Queens. He wanted those things out of Queens since people he cared about lived here.

“ Surviving in New York is hard, isn’t it? ” You had told Peter once, shortly after meeting him.

“Yeah…” He replied, his mind deviating a little bit. “Tomorrow?” He asked with a shrug.

“Sure, tomorrow sounds good…” You purred as you heard the doorbell chiming softly as you grabbed the flowers from the bar and took them to the small table where you kept your laptop on, and walked behind the bar, ready to take the next order when you looked up and your world stopped still.

Peter noticed the way you suddenly got stiff and even heard the way your heart stopped for a second before it started rushing, as if you were running a marathon. He turned and saw a guy walking in, as he stopped before the bar. His grin spread into his eyes as his stare was fixed on you. There was something odd about his demeanour, thought Peter as he looked at you and saw you, your eyes wide and alert and your jaw clenched as Peter needed little to no effort to put the pieces together.

“Hey, long time no see” He said in a low voice as he kept his eyes fixed on you.

“What are you doing here?” You replied bitterly.

The guy looked away, meeting Peter’s stare as his smile faded away. He’d seen the flowers and the hug from the other side of the glass doors and immediately knew Peter and you were close.

“Hey, I’m Gallagher,” He said in a cool voice, stretching his hand to Peter as he simply looked at it. “Loonie Toonie and I go back a long way”

“Gal” You hissed.

“We talked on the phone the other day” Peter replied, returning the sassy smile.

“Oh, so you’re the over protective boyfriend?” Gal chuckled as Gal had to look slightly up to meet Peter’s gaze, as Peter was taller than him.

“Did you come here to get coffee or just to bother me?” You barked.

“I came here to say hi, my darling” He said, Peter taking note of the way your body shivered at the disgusting pet name. “It’s been a long while since we last saw each other, I thought it be fun to catch up–”

“I made it pretty clear I did not want to hear from you again” You cut him off.

“You told me to kill myself, but don’t worry, I’m over it now. I forgive you” He said, his voice softening as Peter opened his eyes in surprise not expecting that to come out.

“I think you should leave, man,” Peter hissed defensively. “You’re clearly upsetting her” Peter said as he got between the wooden bar and Gal, getting you off his sight field.

“You don’t get to choose for her, man” Gal growled.

“ You don’t get to choose for me either. Get the fuck out, Gal” You barked. “I am not interested in catching up with you. Not now, not ever” You snapped moving to a side so you could look at him, Gal’s face widening in surprise.

“I want to talk to you” He said.

“I don’t. Go”

During the interaction, you were too busy staying alert of what Gal did, you did not notice Andy sneaking into the backroom to get your manager, who luckily happened to be there as he usually spent a day at a different coffee shop from the same chain.

“Sir, I will have to ask you to leave, you’re upsetting my employee” Your manager said in a firm voice as he stood next to Peter.

“Who the hell do you think you are” Gal chuckled sassily as he looked at the man now standing in front of him.

“The manager of this place.” He replied dryly. “Leave before I call the police”

“Is this how you treat your customers? You must have a full five star review on the internet” Gal scoffed.

“Only those who harass my staff. Now, leave” He said raising his voice, as Gal glared at him with cold threatening eyes as he turned around and left.

As soon as you saw him walk out, you sighed deeply and leaned against the kitchenette behind you, feeling your heart beating in your ears and your eyes finally teared up instantly, as you’d been fighting the urge to cry with him there. Peter noticed and quickly got to your side, completely ignoring the silent rule of no customers being behind the bar.

“Thank you, Roald,” Andy said.

“Are you alright, kiddo?” Roald asked as he turned around and saw you sobbing silently against your mouth as you shook your head no and Peter pulled you in for a tight hug as you immediately clung to him desperately looking for comfort.

“N-no…” You sobbed softly as you held on to Peter for balance.

“I’m so sorry…” He purred. “Who was that?”

“Abusive ex” Andy replied with a tired sigh as Roald looked at him, his expression growing five times more concerned over the span of a second.

“You should contact the police…” He said.

“Ye-yeah…” You murmured.

“Go home,” Roald added, whispering your name softly. “Your shift is over in a couple of hours anyways, go home and rest” He purred, calling you by your name as you broke the hug, without letting go of Peter.

“What?” You purred.

“Go home”

“Bu-but…”

“You're shaking, you’re crying, you’re pale…” He sighed, cutting you off with a gentle voice “And clearly you’re upset… Andy and I can hold down the fort, don’t worry” Your boss reassured you. “Besides, I don’t remember the last time you called in sick, c’mon”

“Loonie, you can’t work like this,” Andy said.

“Let me walk you home…” Peter purred softly as he rubbed your back softly and kissed your head.

Reluctantly, you nodded and went to your table, putting away your laptop and grabbing the small bouquet of flowers. Peter grabbed your backpack, carrying it for you as the two of you walked out. Peter replayed the thing in his head, as you continued to silently sob, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. He didn’t know how to comfort you after what had happened, besides having so many questions regarding the whole scene.

“Can I ask what…happened there?” He purred softly, aware of your body language, in case you didn’t want to talk about it. “C’mon, talk to me…Perhaps I can help?”

“What exactly? You were there…” You sighed softly. “I told you, Gal is crazy…”

Peter looked at you, eyebrows furrowing not sure how to phrase his next question, but still making too much noise in his head it was hard to ignore.

“He said…” He cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly. “...You told him to kill himself?”

You sighed deeply and stopped walking and looked at him.

“He’s taking it out of…context…” You purred.

“Out of…context?” He said surprised as he called your name confused.. “What the hell does that mean? Please be honest with me”

“Peter I– I didn’t tell him that. He thinks I did…it’s a long story” You sighed as you looked into his eyes. “I went to Yale for a year. I got a scholarship I could not let down…” You began as Peter gasped.

“You went to Yale ?” He asked, quite impressed as he noticed the weird pattern he had for falling for the seemingly smart and nerdy girl who managed to get opportunities not everyone could.

“Yeah…I was dating Gal at the time…we moved in together during this time, that’s when things started getting bad …” You continued ignoring his question about Yale “He manipulated me, he made me things I’m not proud of, I isolated myself from everyone but him…Dropped out of school…He cheated on me…” You listed as Peter looked at you growing concerned about everything that had happened in those three years. “One day Miles went to my apartment in New Haven…He basically took me away from there, telling me Gal was a living breathing red flag. Which I kinda knew but was too afraid to admit at the time…”

Miles being the one to take you away from such a situation suddenly made sense considering how close you were to him, and the way you seemed to trust him with everything you’ve got. The way he was always there in family events and in most of your stories. He was not only a childhood friend, he pulled you out from such a messy situation.

“Miles basically took me to live with him, I…” You continued as you started walking again, looking at the floor. “Gal once sent me a text saying he loved me and he needed me and that without me he had nothing. And that I had nothing without him…He told me if I didn’t come back, he was going to kill himself…” You said as Peter sighed deeply.

“Jesus, that’s sick” He purred.

“Miles saw the text…” You said looking at him. “He didn’t tell me about it until much later. Miles replied, pretending it was me, saying if I stayed with him, I was going to end up killing myself. Sent the text, blocked him, deleted the conversation…He got me a new number, in case Gal tried to contact me again…Miles didn’t tell me about the text like eight months later…” You said as Peter grabbed your hand and stopped you.

“Wow, I’m so sorry…” He purred looking into your eyes as he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. “I still can’t believe you went to Yale…” He added, trying to lift up the tense atmosphere, and managing to make you chuckle softly.

“Yeah…” You purred. “My parents kinda got mad at Lauren for wanting to pursue her music, and I told my parents I’d support Lauren financially if they worried about her having an income…So, I tried to shove it in their noses, and study in a prestigious school, go to med school, become a doctor like my dad, and…you know…go big or go home…” You purred as you broke the hug and cleaned the leftover tears on your eyes.

“You literally went home” Peter joked as you smiled and nodded, giggling softly between sniffs.

“Yeah, I did…” You purred. “But, Lauren told me it’s fine, she’s been able to make a living off The Fool’s Journey…and I’m managing through the coffee shop and MJ…”

“Hey, you’re doing an amazing job so far…” Peter said softly as he kept trying to lift you up. “You look pretty satisfied with your life, and not anyone can say that about their own…” He purred, leaning forward as he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you, Peter…” You muttered.

As you two exchanged sweet stares, he grabbed your hand, entwining your fingers with his and kept walking towards your apartment.

As you two made it to your place, you walked into the apartment, which was normally lasting with Miles’s music as he worked on some new project or commission. This time, silence, and just the soft echo of the news playing in the background as you noticed not a single light was lit, despite the sun almost setting behind the ocean.

Miles sat up from the couch he was lying on and turned around, seeing you and Peter there, noticing your puffy face and knowing right away something had happened.

“Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, jumping out of the couch and approaching you.

“Gal showed up at The Coffee Pot today” You sighed tiredly as Miles’s mouth fell open.

“He fucking what?” He asked.

“Her manager got him out…” Peter said at once as Miles looked at Peter and then back at you.

“I’m so sorry, sis” He purred in a low voice and hugged you tightly. “Guess we both have to have shitty days, huh?” He purred with a bitter chuckle.

“We can be miserable together” You murmured as you rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“Yeah, we can…” He chuckled.

You two remained hugging for a few seconds before breaking the hug, and you saw in Miles’s eyes a heavy silent burden. You still didn’t know what had Miles so worked up, and wanted to help him so badly, but you knew it was better to let Miles open up on his own.

“Should I…leave you guys?” Peter asked awkwardly, feeling like a strange third wheel despite you and Miles functioning more like siblings.

“No, I-I think we should…have a functioning person…in case..you know..whatever…” Miles said softly as he looked at Peter, attempting to smile through his still shocked face.

“Can I do something for you guys?” Peter asked.

“Keep us company?” You purred as you looked at him.

“Yeah” Miles added.

“Sure” Peter nodded as you looked back at Miles.

“So, what's wrong Miles?” You asked concerned as he’d texted you earlier he wasn’t doing so great and he needed some company for the afternoon, but didn’t go into any details.

“You haven't seen the news?” Miles chuckled bitterly as he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, scrolling through twitter.

“Haven't seen shit, nor checked my phone all day long…why?” You asked intrigued as Miles opened a link and showed you his screen as you read a headline ‘The Prowler Forgot The Meaning Of His Name’ followed by a brief description of what the police found on the streets, right where you’d been the night before, watching everything from the top of a building.

“Aaron got arrested…” Miles said as you looked up and met his stare, your eyes widening in horror.

“What?” You murmured, your voice barely audible and you looked down at the article on Miles’s phone as you read and scrolled, not playing as much attention as you wanted, since the news hit you like a cold bucket of water.

“Yeah…Spiderman got… caught …him…apparently he was some sort of bad guy…going by the name of The Prowler…” He said as your blood turned cold as Miles spoke and the words in his screen started making sense, connecting to the bits of your own memories. The purple guy Peter had caught and made him suspended from his web.

Your gaze returned to Miles as his own stare looked lost and unfocused. His shoulders were shaking lightly and you could tell Miles was struggling to keep himself collected. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out of it, as you saw Miles’s eyes tearing up. He closed his eyes and shook his head as he returned to the living room without saying anything. He laid on the couch and grabbed the x-box controller, turning the console on.

“I’m gonna go get some juice…want something from the kitchen, Miles?” You sighed softly, feeling sorry for him, knowing how much Aaron meant to Miles, and from the look in his eyes, you could tell Miles was deeply disappointed and perhaps even betrayed by Aaron.

“Some juice as well…” He purred in a low defeated voice. The echo hurt your heart as you nodded.

As you headed to the kitchen, you gently tugged on Peter’s sleeve, looking at him with puppy eyes. He got the message without you having to say anything as he silently followed you into the kitchen. His hand reached yours, as you entwined your fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, finding comfort in his gesture.

You stopped in front of the fridge and turned around, letting go of Peter’s hand and staring into him worried.

“Can I talk to you?” You purred in a barely audible voice.

Peter nodded silently, knowing what you wanted to talk about.

“You knew?” You murmured, your eyebrows furrowing. He shook his head.

“No, I didn’t. Not until this morning when I saw it on the news…” He answered in a low voice as well to keep Miles from listening.

“Well,” You sighed and turned around, opening the fridge and taking the juice. “You still did the right thing…” You added.

“I do feel a bit guilty about it…” Peter said as he looked at the TV in the living room, as Miles started playing something colourful and over all cheerful, perhaps trying to keep his mind busy from what happened.

“You did what you had to do…” You replied as you grabbed a couple of glasses from the cupboard. “Do you want something to drink?” You asked, catching Peter’s attention.

“I-I…n-no. I’m fine...Thanks…” He replied softly as you nodded and poured juice in both glasses before taking the juice back to its original place.

You walked back to the living room, followed by Peter, as you handed Miles his glass and spoke softly.

“Juice” You announced as Miles looked at you and sat up, taking the glass.

“Thanks…” He muttered and looked at you, as you sat on the couch next to where he was seated, and Peter sat next to you, particularly close to our, hips against each other, and your shoulders touching, Miles shook his head and sighed. “Hell of a day huh? I find out Aaron has been lying about how he makes money…turns out he’s some supervillain or whatever…Gal shows up at your work…”

“Cheers to the best day in history, hey?” You said sarcastically as you raised your glass at him, and Miles chuckled.

“Cheers” Miles laughed softly and took a sip. “At least we’ve got each other…” He said looking at you and smiling, as you smiled back and nodded.

“We do…” You muttered.

Miles went back to playing Stardew Valley, as you snuggled on the couch next to Peter, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close, close to his warm body. After staying silent for a while, the sun at some point had set behind the horizon and now the apartment was only lighted by the TV. At least until Miles stopped playing and sat up.

“I’m going to take a nap…I’m falling asleep…plus I ain't feeling it today…” He sighed tiredy as he turned off the x-box and got up, walking to his room and turning the light above the living room.

“Go get some sleep…” You said as Miles waved as he disappeared behind his bedroom door.

“Don’t let me sleep more than two hours…” He announced as he walked out, leaning against the door frame. “Or else I’ll be waking up at 3 am and won’t be able to get any sleep…” You chuckled.

“We’ll wake you up, don't worry man” Peter said smiling softly at Miles as Miles nodded with a sly smirk.

“Thanks guys…” Miles said and went back inside his room, not even bothering to turn on any lights.

You snuggled back against Peter, burying your face in his chest, as you took a deep breath, feeling his smell and warmth all around him, as you realised how comfortable and safe you felt being so close to him. You stopped and wondered how long had you two been friends now…A few months? In the beginning it all felt like it was unfolding so fast, but now, it felt as if you’d known him for so long. Feeling his arms tightening gently around you brought you back from the depths of your thoughts as you felt your heart race slightly.

“Thank you” You whispered.

“For what?”

It took you a few seconds to reply, as you were more focused on how he was making you feel and his question almost slipped your attention.

“For staying…” You answered.

“I mean, you guys asked me to…” He replied as you pulled away and looked at him, your eyes still a bit puffy and tired from everything that had happened, as Peter saw his reflection in your glassy orbs, wishing he could fix all the damage Gal had left.

“I still appreciate it…” You said as you saw Peter smile and look away shyly.

“Can I tell you something?” He said, his voice lifting up a little bit, as you looked at him curiously.

“Yes, of course…”

Peter bit his lower lip softly, not sure how to bring up his thoughts. He looked at you with tender eyes and a cheeky smile, as he blushed lightly. He was well aware of how your feelings for each other were now in the open, and you seemed to correspond to them, but still, addressing them made him feel funny inside. He took a deep breath and looked away as he decided to bite the bullet.

“I’m kinda very, incredibly pissed at Gal…” He chuckled awkwardly as he looked at you. “Every time I think I’ll finally get a chance to kiss you, he sticks his nose and completely blows my chance…” He chuckled.

“Tell me about it, I’m also mad at him” You chuckled as you snuggled back against his chest.

“You stayed pretty collected earlier…” Peter purred as he gently rubbed your back with his hand.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how that happened…” You sighed.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter. You did it, and you’re great for doing so…” He comforted you, gently kissing your head and burying his face against your hair.

“Thank you, Peter…” You purred as you looked up at him, your nose gently brushed his chin as you closed your eyes, craving the kiss that had been delayed so much.

“Hey, I’m in no rush…If you’re waiting for the right time, I’m happy to wait too…” He purred as he brought his hand up, brushing your cheek with his fingers before cupping your face in his hand.

“I’m done waiting” You muttered as you leaned forward as Peter shook his head and slowly pulled away.

“Hmm, I'd rather not do this while you're pissed at your psychotic ex…” He purred, bringing his other hand to your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I really want to enjoy it and savour it…” He purred.

“Alright, fair…” You sighed as you closed your eyes and sighed, feeling slightly disappointed, although you could understand why he’d prefer to wait longer.

“I’m sorry” Peter said with a small smile as you looked at him and you shook your head.

He kissed your forehead sweetly and cuddled you as you looked for something to watch on Netflix, mostly to fill in the silence as the two of you remained tangled and close to each other. As the movie soon faded into background noise, you weren’t paying any attention and mostly focused on the way his warmth radiated through his clothes and into your body as you seemed to melt against him. God, this felt just right. This felt as good as very few things in life.

After a while his phone vibrated as he excused himself and used one of his arms to pull it out of his pocket. As he unlocked it, you watched him open an app with a very odd design, and upon a closer look at the screen, you saw it was some sort of app that picked up on emergency lines and live locations where patrols were sent.

“What’s that…?” You asked curiously as you saw Peter focusing on his phone.

“I…uh,” He chuckled awkwardly. “An app I designed myself…” He said as if it was nothing as you stared at him surprised.

“You what?” You asked and raised an eyebrow as he looked at you and blushed lightly before he chuckled awkwardly.

“I may have hacked the emergency phone lines…” He said, clearing his throat.

“Come again?” You asked incredulously as he chuckled.

“Y’know…for my… other job” He purred as you kept staring at him.

“No yeah I got that..” You chuckled “It’s just…wow, that’s impressive” You acknowledged and nodded your head, staring at him as you pulled away, thinking he’d perhaps go take care of whatever his phone notified him of.

“Thanks…” He said as he stood up and you two exchanging knowing looks, as he realised he didn’t have to say anything, as you picked up on it yourself. “See you tomorrow?” He purred.

“Yeah, sure. I’d like that… “ You purred, smiling softly at him as he nodded as he walked to your bedroom and instinctively, you followed him.

As you walked inside your room, a few steps behind him, you noticed him changing into his Spiderman suit. You blushed lightly, although you didn’t get too see much of him, aside from his toned back soon disappearing under the red and blue suit. As he turned around and looked at you, you got a better view of him in his suit, compared to last night, when you saw him take off his mask although the dim street lights didn’t do much. This time, upon seeing him clearly, inside your room, it looked pretty surreal, Peter’s face coming out of the iconic suit. And knowing he was Spiderman.

As he approached your window, he was ready to pull the mask over his face. When you spoke.

“Hey,” Your voice stopped him as he turned around and looked at you with an attentive gentle stare. “Stay safe…” You purred, the concern in your voice making Peter’s heart melt as he looked into your eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, of course…” He purred sweetly as he looked at you with a particular adoration.

“And text me when you get home…even if its at 3 am”

The way you seemed to worry about him made his heart feel full. The way he constantly fantasised of having something stable, a warm home to return to, with someone waiting for him to receive him with open arms and a tight hug, to comfort him, to tell him he’d done a great job, now didn’t seem so wild and distant now. Even if you lived in different apartments, the fact that you were looking out for him, and telling him to take care was a good first step for him to finally get what he’d been craving oh so desperately.

He walked closer to you, as his hands immediately latched on to you, cupping your face as he bumped his forehead to yours. Caught in the moment, he had to stop you, his nose brushing yours as he sighed. He thought, if he kissed you now, there was no way in hell he was going to be able to drag himself out that window to fulfil his duty as the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. He sighed deeply and looked up, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Thank you for watching over me…” He purred, his lips still pressed against your forehead before he planted another kiss and pulled away. “You’re amazing” Peter purred before putting his mask on and finally leaving through the window into the fire escape as he jumped and started swinging, soon disappearing in the distance as you watched attentively, you heart wild and erratic in your chest as you thought how much of a lost cause you were.

You were in love with Spiderman.

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Babe could you link your cindrella post i can't find it 😭

i couldn't find it since tumblr ate it up i guess :(

but imma paste it over here

The knock came much later than expected. Much later.

Ella felt that the entire population of her town had turned female all of a sudden, as women of all ages went ahead to try their luck. But Ella knew they would all fail. They were destined to fail. She made sure of that. Today somebody else would win, and then Ella will forever be rid of this wretched life. She waited expectantly, watching from the attic window, which doubled up as her “bedroom”. Lacking a bed, and an actual room.

“His Highness, The Prince wishes to meet the female inhabitants of this house!” the steward announced, clearly making the wish an order. The three silly geese fumbled forward in a flurry of silk, jewels and lace. That is what Ella liked to call her step-“family”.

Her stepmother graciously invited the prince into the manor. It was deftly spruced up just two days ago when word spread of the prince’s arrival. All ugliness was swept away, including the caustic nature of the stepmother and stepsiblings.

“Please enter, Your Highness.” She said, bowing into a deep courtesy. Lucinda and Florinda followed suit, pictures of perfect ladylike beauty. Overstuffed dolls with dangerously plunging necklines really, Ella thought to herself. Tea and macarons were offered to the prince and declined with a single wave. More pressing matters were to be attended to in that evening, for example deciding a bride and hence the future queen, upon her shoe size.

The glass slipper was brought forward. It glittered like diamonds even in the faint light of the corridors, as if made of starlight. Its slope curved in all its elegant beauty, the whole design resembling that of a swan. However, this swan was without its mate, which currently lay hidden securely in the attic “bedroom”. The Starlight Swan, as the slipper came to be known, was handed to the ladies, who headed inside the parlour to wear the slipper in privacy.

First came Lucinda. Huffing and grunting and puffing, Lucinda tried to stuff her foot inside the slipper. Pity that it was tight on the toes. She let loose an almost inaudible “Fuck” as she groaned and moaned. And when all else failed, an idea struck their mother. A horrible, terrible idea really, but an idea nonetheless. A letter opener was brought forth, but instead opened up a toe. Turns out humans aren’t that different from fabric, and can indeed be altered.

Lucinda thus stepped out of the parlour, flanked by her mother and sister. “A perfect fit Your Highness. This slipper was made for my daughter.” She proudly announced. But what gave away the perfect fit was a trail of blood leading up to where Lucinda stood, and her straining face. The slipper was removed from Lucinda who thus crippled, hopped to the drawing room, crying.

Next came Florinda. This time her mother was quicker to employ her strategy, and quickly rid her of her apparently bulging heel. Mother and daughter exited, triumphant in their victory. How infuriating then, that Florinda couldn’t stomach a missing heel and collapsed in front to the prince, exposing herself. The stepmother stood there, baffled and deeply embarrassed.

The Prince started getting increasingly agitated now. He had scoured the countryside, the Capital, had visited every town and city over the course of three months. Was there nobody who could fit their sole inside this marvellous glass slipper? “Anybody else in the house?” he asked. The stepmother, wringing her hands and silently cursing her daughters for not having dainty feet, reluctantly replied, “There is sir. My husband’s daughter from his first marriage. A maidservant really, not worth to even think of someone as…” “I’ll be the judge of that.” The Prince replied, cutting off the stepmother mid-sentence and fixing her with his icy glare.

“Cinderella!” the summons came. Ugh how she hated that word. Cinder-Ella. As if she willingly had to sleep next to the fireplace during winters, since she wasn’t provided with any heat in the attic. Ella stepped down into the parlour, having combed her hair and washed her face. She looked at the prince. The ballroom dance came back to her in a rush of nostalgia. She was still struck by how lovely the prince looked, like straight out of a fairytale. She longed to press her body against his, and taste those ridiculously perfect lips. But not today. Not ever. Maybe in another lifetime she could’ve, but not today. She steeled her resolve and locked away her love in exchange of freedom.

‘But oh dear Narrator, couldn’t she be the Queen?’ ‘Narrator, she could’ve had both, you’re just dumb’ you might argue. Look, I’m not saying that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind, but she wasn’t willing to run a kingdom. She just preferred a man who cared about talking to her, who remembered how she looked, instead of chasing the kingdom and trying to match shoe sizes.

Ella sat down on the diwan, and extended her left foot, with cracked heels and uneven toenails. She put it inside the slipper, not daring to even breathe, and opened her eyes. Alas. Her feet were smaller than the slipper itself. The prince let out a shout of dismay, even as the stepfamily breathed a sigh of relief. Ella seized her chance, and said, “Your Grace, if I may, there still remains a woman who hasn’t tried the slipper.”

“And who might that be, Cinderella?” the stepmother replied with a raised eyebrow. “You, mother.” Ella replied, sweet as a honeycomb. The stepmother scoffed, but the stewards took the suggestion like a hound catches a scent. “Your Highness, perhaps the young maid is right. There have been several marriages of convenience in the past, where the bride was considerably older than the groom. Your own grandfather’s grandfather had to marry a woman as old as his mother!” they suggested.

Wiping his face with his hand and hiding his annoyance, the prince made the stepmother wear the slipper. And they had finally found the Starless Swan’s true owner. An audible gasp resounded in the room, as disbelief, concern and some slight disgust at fate made everybody dazed. “But.. but it can’t be…” the prince muttered in disbelief; his dreams of the angelic beauty shattered. Meanwhile, the stepmother did not know how to react. Should she dance at having scored a prince and the possibility of being queen in the future? Should she decline marrying a man 17 years younger than her? Should she be suspicious of the fact that a random glass slipper fit her as if grafted to her skin?

Obviously she chose to marry the prince, and be renamed the princess-consort. And for the first, and probably last, Ella’s entire family was happy.

Ella packed her stepfamily’s belongings in a haste. She was like a tornado, stuffing everything she could find inside the new royalty’s luggage, working as if she wanted to magic them away before they had a change of heart. Lucinda and Florinda meanwhile accused their mother of deliberately ruining their chances of marriage, and had to be placated with promises about gentlemen pleasant to the eye and prosthetics made of gold. Within a week, the entire manor was emptied. The day they were supposed to leave, a courier arrived, addressed exclusively to Ella. The Stepmother tried to snoop at the letter, but was beaten to it by Ella. She grabbed it, felt it’s expensive envelope, and then cut it open. Inside, she was greeted with a letter from the Grand King, a deed, and her father’s will – apparently since she was now an adult, and her primary caretaker was getting married, all of her father’s estates and assets were being transferred in her name along with a rather flashy title of ‘Duchess’. As Ella stood in shock, clutching the letter, Lucinda and Florinda pushed her and walked away out into the waiting carriage. If this is how they treated the royal servants when they weren’t even royalty, then Ella pitied what the royals were about to fail. The Stepmother exited the manor; then paused for a second, and went back to hug Ella.

“You did good work here, you swine. You got lucky after all.” “Oh no, Mother. I was simply helping out my family, as my late father instructed me to. The only one who got lucky is you, I can’t even imagine being related to royalty! I on the other hand have fallen on hard times, for what is the pleasures of this manor worth, while I don’t have a mother and sisters to share it with? Nonetheless, I will miss you, mother.” Ella replied, a rosy smile disguising sarcastic thorns, in a single airy breath. The Stepmother snarled her lips in disgust, and stomped away, climbing in the carriage and ordering the servants to lead them away. For the first time in her life, Ella felt truly free. Free.

She screamed when she thought the party were out of earshot. Free. She repeated the word over and over, feeling it on her tongue, tasting it, holding it close. She hurled the stone busts of her stepmother and step sisters at their vanities and rolled down the meadow. She collected wildflowers and dandelions, and entered the house wearing a crown of petals, the queen of her own life now. The servants couldn’t be happier as well, and soon the house resounded with the sounds of laughter and banter and darts striking the portraits of “The Three Toads”. As Ella snorted at a particularly dirty joke and spilt over her beer, she glimpsed something. No, someone.

Following the cue, Ella went to her room (yes. Finally a room.) and retrieved a small wooden box. She went outside, and headed downhill towards her mother’s now decrepit grave. There, standing by the tombstone, stood a woman. She was plump, and wore flowing purple robes. Her hair floated about her like spilt ink, and her skin shone blue like a lake reflecting the sky. Her caramel eyes slitted as she saw the young maiden walking towards her. “You’re late.” She asked.

“Forgive me godmother, I was, uh…” Ella fumbled for an excuse, even as her Faerie Godmother glided towards her. “Payment.” She asked, and extended a hand. Ella stood there, clutching her box. The Godmother waited there, and waited. And waited. Both godmother and goddaughter stood there in the autumn breeze, silent as stone. And what was actually two minutes seemed like a year to the faerie, who ultimately snapped. “Listen here lassie, what is it with your family I do not understand. Your father contracted my services as ‘godmother’ once, and I had to extract me payment by stealing his last words. You employ my services again to expand a glass slipper and now refuse to pay me as well?” she said, in a voice whose tone Ella couldn’t quite place. “Okay fine here you go.” Ella said and quickly handed over the box to her. However heartless those people had been, Ella still didn’t feel comfortable doing what she was doing.

Inside, Lucinda’s severed toe and Florinda’s severed heel greeted the faerie. She looked at them greedily and snapped the snuffbox shut, which once belonged to the Stepmother. “Pleasure doing business with ye.” she said, and floated away back to the forest. Ella stood there for a minute by her mother’s grave, her eyes intent on the neighbouring woods, and finally made her way back inside. She was done with her past.

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