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malice-ov-mercy · 6 months

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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 2: Flowers

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Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, angst, fingering, brief implication of masturbation (male & female)

A/N: Will there be a third part???? Idk maybe. If opportunity strikes. I worked so hard on this and is the longest thing I think I have ever written in my entire life.

Word Count: 4.2k

Tag List: @circle-with-me @witchyweeb34 @xxrainstorm

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I looked nervously at the small arrangement of flowers in my hand. A variety of red, purple, and pink flowers stared back at me. A bright pink hibiscus set front and center as the focal point. It looked a little out of place, but I was adamant about having it included. The soft floral smell swirled around my head as I walked towards the door. It offered a calming aura. I’ve never gotten a man flowers before. I wasn’t worried about him not liking them, but I was still worried he’d think it was weird.

There was faint music playing on the other side of the door. Not very loud, but loud enough that he probably couldn’t hear me knocking. I shifted my weight on my feet, anxiety bubbling in my gut the longer I stood outside. I knocked a little more forcefully. The music lowered. I heard the sound of the lock being turned. The door opened. I was greeted by a familiar set of warm brown eyes and soft but tired smile. His hair was messily tied into a bun. He looked stressed but still just as handsome as ever.

“You look rough, Will.” I teased, stepping around him. He chuckled.

“Gee, thanks.” He closed the door then looked at the flowers in my hands with a raised brow. “Flowers?”

I felt my face heat up. “They’re for you.”

I held out the arrangement for him. Will took them with a surprised, shy smile. He brought them to his nose. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled the scent.

“Thank you.”

Will opened his eyes, peeking at me over top of the flowers. I could see the faint blush on his face and the upturned corners of his lips. He looked adorable and it made my heart skip.

“You’re welcome.” I offered him a small grin.

He lowered the arrangement. I could see his smile fully now. It paired nicely with his blush. His gaze lingered on me, eyes shining brightly. Behind the glimmer, there was something else, something I couldn’t place. My heart jumped again. Will’s expression softened. His lips parted, but before he could speak, one of his cats meowed loudly and rubbed against my leg, tearing us both from our trance. I laughed, bending down to pick up the feline. He nuzzled his head in my jaw affectionately. Will huffed amusedly, scratching his chin.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” He says to his furry friend—at least I think it was to the cat. Will’s eyes flicked to mine before he kissed his cat.

The furry creature wiggled in my arms so I let him down to scamper away somewhere in the house. Will signaled for me to follow him with a toss of his head.

“Thank you again for house sitting.” He said over his shoulder.

“It’s no problem. It’ll be nice to not be at my place for a while.” I beamed. “Though it’s never the same being here when you’re gone.”

Will set the small vase of flowers on the kitchen counter. He stared at them intently. I watched him look over every flower and petal, feeling each one. His touch lingered on the hibiscus. I leaned my hip on the cabinet beside him.

“Do you like them?”

He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. “I love them, especially the big one. I’ve never had someone get me flowers.” Will smiled.

Pride and joy swelled in my chest. I was relieved. I mirrored his smile.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like them.”

Will turned towards me, an amused and confused expression on his face.

“Why wouldn’t I like them?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Guys typically don’t get flowers.”

He reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

“Well I love them,” he said, bumping his forehead against mine.

“Good. I’m especially glad you like the hibiscus. I wanted something similar to this,” I softly poked the flower tattoo on his neck. “And that’s the closest the florist had.”

Will looked back to the flowers then brought a hand to his neck. He lightly ran his fingers over his flower tattoo. I noticed a flush of pink spread over his cheeks.

“Although, I should’ve thought before getting them since you leave tomorrow. They’ll be dead by the time you get back. You won’t have time to enjoy them.” I frowned, suddenly feeling guilty.

Will sensed the shift in my mood and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I latched my arms together behind him.

“I have the rest of the afternoon and evening to enjoy them.” He pinched my chin with his fingers. “You’ll just have to get me more when I get back.”

He grinned widely. I chuckled.

“I can do that.”

“I’ll be expecting it, flower.” He pulled away from me, but kept his hold on my chin.

“‘Flower’?” I asked, confused.

Will’s grin softened. “You.”

His eyes stared deep in mine. I saw the same look from moments ago reflecting back at me. If I had to guess, I would say it was gratitude with a hint of admiration, maybe? I couldn’t be sure, but it definitely had my head spinning.

“Wanna help me finish packing?”

I nodded. He offered no other explanation for calling me flower, leaving my mind to wander and heart race.

Will dropped his hand to my wrist and started dragging me to his room. We didn’t even make it halfway out of the kitchen before he abruptly stopped, my body smacking against his back. He let me go and jogged over to where he left the flowers to grab them. I quirked a brow. He shrugged with a crooked smirk.

“They’ll look better in my room.” He shot me a wink before walking past me.

Rolling my eyes with a snicker, I followed behind him. I’m grateful he’s ahead of me because I didn’t want him to see the burn on my face.

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Hours passed before we finally finished getting everything sorted. Will had most of his things ready to go, but somehow forgot enough to make an evening out of packing. I collapsed on his bed with a dramatic heavy sigh. Will sat down beside me.

“I swear you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck.” I jabbed his hip with my elbow. He clapped his hand hard on my thigh. The sound bounced off the walls.

“Ow! Asshole! That’s gonna leave a mark!” I hissed in pain.

“Sorry.” He chuckled and gently rubbed the welt that was forming, trying to soothe it. It didn’t offer much relief, but I did enjoy the feeling of his hand. It was warm and surprisingly soft.

“I appreciate you helping me.” He looked down at me, giving my thigh a squeeze.

“That’s what friends are for.” I replied with a small smile.

Will moved his sight to the flowers on his dresser. His fingers gripped my thigh a bit tighter. Silence fell between us. I watched him as he fell deep in thought. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but he looked troubled. He mindlessly kneaded my thigh. I bit my lip, debating if I should ask him to stop. I nudged his knee with mine. The gesture caused his hand to slip higher, a movement I chose to ignore for my own sanity.

He turned his gaze back to me.

“You okay?” I prodded.

A somber expression crept over his face. I could count the number of times I’ve seen him look that sad and upset. I furrowed my brows and sat up. Our faces were close enough that I could feel his breath.

“What’s wrong?” My voice came out much quieter than I expected.

Will snuck another glimpse at the flowers before settling on my eyes. He stroked my thigh with his thumb, rubbing small comforting circles—though I think the comfort was mostly for him.

“I don’t know how to explain.” The tone in his voice broke my heart. He sounded hurt. I cupped his face.

“Will, honey, what’s wrong?”

I was so worried about him that I didn’t realize what I said. I searched his eyes for any inkling of what was bothering him. I found nothing but a confusing mix of unpleasant, conflicting emotions.

Will’s fingers dug into my thigh. He chewed his bottom lip.

“I…” he started; he took a deep breath before continuing, “I think I’m about to do something really fucking stupid.”

Alarm bells rang loudly in my head. Panic surged in my blood. What the hell did that mean? Should I be worried? I should be worried. That didn’t sound good. At all. The worst possible scenarios played in my mind. Fear took over my thoughts.

“What do you—“

My question was cut short by Will’s lips on mine. An entirely new panic coursed through me. My brain short circuited. My hands dropped from his face. I sat there frozen, unable to move. I was barely able to kiss him back. My lips moved awkwardly with his. Was this a dream? I closed my eyes then opened them again. No. This wasn’t a dream. This was actually happening.

I let my eyes shut once more, cautiously allowing myself to bask in the closeness. It slowly became less awkward to kiss Will. The tension in my body eased. His lips were soft, softer than I ever thought they’d be. I sighed lightly as his other hand delicately rested on my neck, pulling me closer. Will’s hand on my thigh slid higher, gripping a handful of my skin. My legs spread instinctively. His fingers trailed up to the crease of my hip, slipping just under the bottom of my shorts.

I don’t know what Will intended, but I took it upon myself to meekly lick his bottom lip. His tongue greeted mine, greedily and hungrily guiding mine to his waiting mouth. I tried to hide the moan that threatened to escape my lungs, only to have it ripped from me when Will palmed my center. The pounding in my ears was deafening. My thoughts started spiraling, fear laden and anxious. A voice screamed at me to stop, and I knew I should listen, but I didn’t want to. I nipped Will’s lip, silently asking him for more. His shaky inhale made my heart flutter.

His hand cautiously slid up, dipping into the waistband of my shorts and panties. I sucked in a sharp breath and opened my eyes when his fingers brushed my clit. His gaze found mine and I nearly passed out. Will’s eyes were dark, filled to the brim with desire.

He spread my folds. Will didn’t say anything, but the tick of his jaw said it all when he felt my wetness. His eyes dilated as he collected my arousal, slicking up and coating his fingers before slowly pushing them into me. I sighed shakily.

He leisurely pumped. There was no urgency in his pace. Will simply enjoyed the sight, sound, and feeling of me melting in his hand. He curled his fingers, pulling an elongated gasp from my lungs. He sunk deeper inside. My eyes screwed shut. The movement of his wrist pressed the ball of his palm to my clit, causing the taut mound of muscle to rub against it.

My head lulled forward. The thoughts in my head turned hazy. Will leaned in, putting our foreheads together. His breaths were heavy and shallow, mimicking that of my own. His fingers curled again, palm pressing more into my clit. He started thrusting a little faster, the movement of his fingers and wrist working in tandem. I whimpered quietly.

Will pecked my lips over and over and over and over again. I panted into each of his kisses. A tightness started coiling in my gut.

“Will,” I breathed.

He closed his mouth over mine, muffling the barrage of moans that started escaping my throat. I tried to return his kiss, but the fingers buried in me and my approaching orgasm were too distracting. One of my hands shot to his thigh and the other gripped Will’s wrist tightly. His movement stopped momentarily before picking up his pace. He rutted his palm roughly against my clit, desperate to give me release.

My breath caught in my throat. I dug my nails into his wrist, letting out a low groan as I came in his hand, the sound lost between our lips. My mind went blank; the only thing breaking through the clouds and fog was Will. He permeated everything, overwhelming me completely. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes—why? I don’t know.

Against my better judgment, I opened my eyes, once again immediately greeted by Will’s familiar and comforting gaze. A twinge of something hit my heart. I choked out a weak cry when I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing my chin with his thumb and index finger.

Will tugged my bottom lip with his thumb. The scent of me was strong on his fingers. His lips parted as he subtly inhaled my arousal. I licked my lips, catching the tip of his thumb with my tongue, and closed my eyes.

“What are we doing?”

There was a tremble in my voice. A million responses he could give raced in my mind. None of them were good— not a one. Each of them were worse than the last. Dread and anxiety set heavy like a boulder in my stomach.

“Being reckless.” His answer did little to quell my fear. It only exacerbated it.

I could feel his eyes searing into my face. As much as I wanted to see his face, I couldn’t. If I so much as peeked at him right now, I knew I would crack. Any sliver of self restraint would leave and I would find myself in his lap, caressing his face, pulling his hair from its bun and threading my fingers in his tightly wound curls, and grinding desperately into him. I would make more of a mess of things.

Will already had me, long before he kissed me, long before he touched me. He was everything to me. My heart was already his and it was hanging by a thread.

His lips brushed my ear, tentatively pressing them just below my lobe. Goosebumps pricked my skin. It wasn’t a kiss. His lips were just there, just slowly ghosting everywhere on my neck and making my head feel fuzzy. I needed to stop him. We couldn’t do this. We can’t take this any further. But god if I didn’t want more.

“Tell me to stop.” Will’s whisper was so quiet, I barely heard him.

There was a hint of a plea behind it, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. Did he want to stop? Or was he trying to ask for more and trying to mask it? Did I want him to stop? No, I didn’t. I desperately and selfishly wanted more.

Will brought a hand to the back of my head, splaying his fingers across my skull, fingers delicately threading between my hair. Involuntarily, I leaned my head back, giving him more access to my neck. My breath hitched when he kissed my pulse. His other hand caressed my waist. I was completely in his grasp, trapped. Immobile. I’m not sure I’d move even if I could.

“Tell me to stop.” He repeated, his breath hot and airy against my skin.

“I…” I don’t even know what I wanted to say. The sound was out of my mouth before I could think.

His hand gripped my waist a little tighter, inching ever so slightly higher. I exhaled a heavy, shaky breath. He pressed another kiss on my neck, this time lingering a little longer. I bit my lip to stifle the noise I almost let out.

“You what?” His voice was low, drenched in desire and need. It sent a shudder down my spine. If I didn’t already want him, I certainly did now.

A breathy gasp fell from my lips. Will’s hand moved, now resting under my breast. I silently cursed myself for not wearing a bra. My shirt did little to protect against his touch. His fingers carefully squeezed the side of my breast while his thumb gently stroked over my nipple. My breathing turned shallow. It’s like he was stealing the air around me for himself.

“Flower,” Will’s voice was quiet and gentle.

The nickname made my heart pound the way it had this afternoon, only more intensely. He dropped his hand from my breast to lace his fingers with mine. My eyes finally fluttered open and found Will already staring at me. His gaze roamed my face. There was a glint of perplexity in them.

“What do you want?”

I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to kiss and touch me again. I wanted to be on an entirely different continent away from him. I wanted to be so tangled together with him that no one could tell where one starts and the other ends. I wanted everything and nothing from him.

My eyes flicked between each of his. I couldn’t read the expression on his face. It was stoic. He wouldn’t have kissed me or fingered me if he didn’t feel something… right?

I felt my head move slightly, suddenly remembering Will’s hand in my hair. He leaned it forward slightly to better look in my eyes.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?”

“You.”

The word was out before I could stop it. My heart hammered inside my ribs. I could hear it in my ears. I felt it beneath my skin.

Will brought my wrist to his lips. Electricity shot up my arm as he placed a single kiss on my skin. I wondered if he noticed my throbbing pulse. His gaze fell to our intertwined hands. He gently stroked his thumb over mine. The hand in my hair left, his fingers lazily tracing down the back of my neck and then my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. My eyes briefly flutter shut. Will clasps his hand over ours.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

That’s a weighted question. All my thoughts from earlier came back to be front and center. You. You. You. You. The word echoed in my head, repeating on a loop like a mantra.

“I just want you.” I confessed, my voice nothing but a quiet breath.

Will’s eyes danced between mine. His hand came to my face, slotting my ear between the space of his thumb and index finger. His fingers gently caressed the back of my neck as he leaned forward, placing a soft, barely there kiss on my lips, stealing every breath I’d ever taken when he pulled away. He pressed his forehead to mine.

“You have me,” he said, lips brushing mine. “You always have.”

“Do I?” My voice trembled. “Because I don’t think you have any idea how I really feel.”

A weight crushed my chest. I was close to crying and god knows I didn’t want to, especially over Will—especially not in front of him. I dug my nails into his hand.

“So tell me.” He said, matter of factly, like it was the easiest thing in the universe to do.

I scoffed, ripping my hands out of his grounding grasp. I roughly rubbed my face, hopelessly trying to stop my tears from falling. Shutting my eyes only prompted more tears to spill.

“I can’t.”

“Flower…” Will carefully grabbed my hands. He pulled them from my face. His thumbs wiped away the water trails on my cheeks.

Conflicting emotions tore through my body. The name both twisted the knife in my chest more and soothed the ache. I both adored and hated it. Flower. Delicate and soft, two things that I wasn’t right now. My mind and body were complete mush.

Despite how shattered and small I felt, I found the strength to look at Will.

His eyes were already on me, worry running rampant across his face.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” He cocked his head to the side.

I shook my head. “Not this. Not right now..”

Will studied my face for a moment before giving a short nod. He pressed his lips to mine then my cheeks. His fingers laced with mine, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay.”

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I spent my sleepless hours in Will’s bed, alone, staring at the flowers. He insisted on me having his room, stating he was fine with the couch. Guilt ate away at my stomach. His couch was not great for sleeping and I hated that he was spending his last night at home uncomfortably contorted. Will assured me it was no issue, giving me that dumb, gentle smile he always did— only now it was accompanied by feather light kisses sprinkled across my cheeks and lips.

Whether he realized it or not, he was fucking with my head. The audacity of kissing me and sharing an intimate moment the night before leaving to go tour overseas was fucked up. We had no time to talk about it and that hurt the most. I didn’t even want to talk about it in the first place, but now we had to. I would have been perfectly content never ever talking about what happened again. I would have gladly stewed and wasted away in my feelings until it ate me alive and I combusted into a million tiny broken little pieces—but Will was persistent and made me promise we would talk.

Every time my thoughts wandered to Will, I could vividly remember the feeling of his fingers, how careful yet effortlessly he worked. The way his breathing deepened when mine faltered. How his tongue and mouth captured every moan and noise I made as I came undone. The breath he stole from me that I was still trying to replenish. Friends don’t kiss like that, and they certainly don’t finger you—at least not stone cold sober. Honestly, I don’t think if we did what we did drunk would ease my mind any better.

It was all so fresh. I couldn’t get it out of my head. My body couldn’t shake the lingering sensation. I felt dirty pleasuring myself in his sheets, but I needed another release. It was far less satisfying than earlier. I wished it was Will. A replayed, come to life fantasy was nothing compared to the real thing. It also didn’t do me any favors when I snuck in the kitchen to grab water. I swear on everything I heard Will lost in his own fantasies. His muffled moans and the soft whimper of my name would forever be etched into the deepest folds of my brain.

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The ride to the airport was so quiet, I’d be able to hear a pin drop. Will kept his hand on my thigh the entire drive.

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“We’ll talk when I come back, okay?”

Will cupped my face. His eyes bore into mine. His thumbs stroked my cheeks. I blinked my eyes closed and nodded weakly.

“Hey.” The gentle tone of his voice coaxed my eyes open.

I felt tears stinging my eyes as I met his gaze. Will pressed a soft and tender kiss on my lips. The gesture still felt so foreign, yet also so familiar and warm, like it was always meant to be like this. After years of wishing and dreaming he’d kiss me, he finally had, and now I was being left hanging. My stomach twisted. Every goodbye we shared always stung and hurt, but this one was especially painful.

“No matter what, flower,” Will whispered, nuzzling his nose against my cheek, “We’ll be fine. I’m not going anywhere, even if you try to push me away. You’re stuck with me.”

He gave me a lopsided grin and I chuckled lightly. I grasped his hands.

“You’re stuck with me too.” I replied. He kissed my forehead with a smile.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Three words hung on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t dare speak them. I said them every time he left, but in this moment, it felt too much. There was too much weight with those words and I didn’t want to carry it.

Will kissed me again, slow and passionate, flooding my senses with what I could only describe as love. No other word or feeling fit. We barely shared an evening together and this man already had me weak and wrapped around his finger—well, more so than usual. I was beyond fucked.

Someone from the band yelled his name. I was too lost in the taste of Will’s mouth to notice who. Reluctantly, Will pulled away. We panted breathlessly against each other's lips. His hands cradling my face squeezed gently.

“Fuck. I’m gonna miss you so much.” He pecked my lips.

“I’m gonna miss you too.”

Our eyes locked. My heart skipped and then sank to my stomach.

“I love you.”

Will looked just as shocked as I did.

Fuck.

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Deer In The Headlights

~Pairing: Joshua x fem!reader

~Genre: fluff/ crack/ light very light horror/thrill?

~Warnings: idk how to word it, but the reader feels really unsafe and feels the need to pepper spray her offender. Light Panic attack (Let me know if there's more!) Not proof read (yet!)

~Words: 1,7k

~Summary: What do you mean the creep you pepper sprayed was your neighbor's best friend?! In which Joshua wants to walk you home but you mistake him for a creep and spray him.

a/n: My first Seventeen fanfic! This was kind of fun to write since I was inspired by the song of my favorite artist! Deer In The Headlights by Owl City. Since where I live is not the safest place my dad made me walk around with a mini pepper spray can (just in case, we never know right?) and it matched the lyrics perfectly. I also made a fem!reader bc as a girl I don't feel totally safe walking alone at night so I did something more relatable to myself, hope yall don't mind. Anyway, I hope you guys like it! ~Foxy🦊

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"Police report another case of young women being followed by perverted men around the neighborhood. It is recommended that women avoid walking alone at night."

Nice, just nice.

You had to run out of cat food and only realize it at night. Coming home from work after a really long day you decided to nap, which was not a good idea. Shadow, your 1-year-old cat meowed really loudly at your sleepy face once again. Great, it's time to gather your pepper spray and courage and walk to the closest convenience store.

It's ok, you just have to walk for about 10 minutes

Seeing the convenience store you walked faster and got inside. 2 packs of wet cat food for now will do. Get some sweets and maybe a soft drink to go with your dinner. Opening the refrigerator to get your drink you saw from the corner of your eye a man pass by on the other side of the ice cream fridge.

As he passed by, you caught Joshua's eye. He didn't believe in love at first sight before you.

Tell me again, was it love at first sight?

He needed to get your name and hopefully your number too. He went to the register to pay for his stuff before waiting to meet you outside. Maybe he could offer to walk you home since the news kept on reporting perverts around that neighborhood.

Food acquired, you grabbed the little pepper spray can and put it in your pocket after paying. looking around from the door of the store you decided it was safe to step outside. Walking fast to of there you didn't notice the pretty boy waiting for you.

Feeling a presence behind you, the hand in your pocket gripped the can inside it with more strength

"Hello-"

Turning around to see a (might you add, very pretty) man, you let out a high-pitched scream, spraying your offender with the pepper spray and then running away. The 10-minute walk to the store turned into a 5-minute run to your apartment. With the adrenaline still running through your veins you didn't even notice your neighbor getting his mail, running straight into him.

"Oh god y/n, are you ok?" Mingyu asked grabbing your arms before you hit the floor.

"Mingyu? I- I- I think? I don't know I-" You panicked

"Ok breathe" he did a little breathing exercise with you until you stopped breathing heavily

"I went to the convenience store and a guy started following me so when he got too close I sprayed him with this" You raised the little can on your hand so he could see it.

"Woah, that must have been so scary. You can call me or my roommate Wonwoo to accompany you to the store next time. If we're not home I can check if my friends can go with you, some of them live nearby so it's no problem. Let's get you home yeah?"

While Mingyu gently took you home, Joshua somehow managed to drag himself home, knocking on the door so that someone could help him.

"What the fuc-" Jeonghan opened the door and as soon as he did, he began to cough

"Please just help me to the nearest sink"

"What the hell happened to you? Weren't you supposed to just go to the store to get us snacks for our movie night?" Jeonghan guided Joshua into the bathroom

"Yeah, but I got paper sprayed by this really pretty girl so help me, I don't know what I should do"

"Ok, so according to Google you have to not panic and stay calm" If Joshua could see normally he would have rolled his eyes at his friend's words

"Also wash your eyes with water and soap"

"Took you long enough"

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"Yo Mingyu, let's cancel movie night. Joshua is... Not feeling well" Seungcheol said through the phone while looking at his friend, who asked to not disclose what really happened to him "No no no he's fine, you don't need to bring anything... Ok thanks, I'll let him know. Bye" As he hung up Josh groaned

"It feels like I'm dying. Please open the window I'm still breathing funny."

"What did you even do to get her to spray you?" Sungcheol scolded

Jeonghan laughed not even looking up from his phone "he said hi"

"You're kidding me"

"I'm not! I was going to ask her if she wanted me to walk her home since it's dangerous and she attacked me!" Josh responded trying to sit up on the couch and almost falling out

"She probably thought YOU were attacking her you idiot. Now lay down, let me get you some water"

"Thanks bro"

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A week passed and nothing eventful happened. Once a week you'd go to the supermarket with Mingyu (or his shy roommate Wonwoo), which made the three of you become closer.

Now, you're currently sitting on your sofa playing Mario Kart against Wonwoo, who's sitting very still because Shadow is sleeping on his lap. Mingyu is in your kitchen making popcorn when his phone starts buzzing on the sofa to your left. Wonwoo is winning this round (again) so you don't bother trying to beat him and look at Mingyu's phone.

"Gyu! Someone called Joshua is calling you"

"Ask Wonwoo to pick it up! I don't want to burn the popcorn!!"

"Put it on speaker y/n, can't let you win this time" Wonwoo responds with a grin. He knew you wouldn't beat him anyway...

"Hey Shua~" He responds when you accept the call and move the phone to sit between you two

"Oh, Wonwoo hii. Where are you guys? I just came by to drop off the books Jeonghan borrowed last week."

"yessss~" Wonwoo quietly celebrates his victory while you roll your eyes "Oh yeah, we're at a friend's place..."

"Sorry man. I'll drop by tomorrow then..." he starts to say when you interrupt

"Hi! We're two floors down in apartment 21 if you want to drop by."

"Hi, didn't know you were neighbors. Thank you, I'll be down in a minute" He said in the nicest tone then hung up

2 minutes later Joshua was at your doorstep and as soon as you opened the door and looked at his face he froze

But when beauty met the beast he froze

With quick instincts, you closed the door on his face.

Mingyu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and looked confused.

"It wasn't Joshua?"

"Gyu, it's the guy!" You whisper yelled at him kinda panicked "The guy that followed me from the convenience store!"

With that, Mingyu got alert and quickly left the popcorn on your table and rushed to the door. Opening the door it was just Joshua frozen in place. What...?

"Josh?"

"Oh god Mingyu"

Mingyu closed the door behind him and started questioning Joshua

"Do you guys know each other?"

"Oh well... Long story short... I think I scared her in a convenience store and she pepper sprayed me"

Oh, that makes sense

"So last week you weren't sick... you were pepper sprayed?" Gyu started to giggle at the thought of Joshua all messed up

"Dude stop! That's embarrassing! I only wanted to ask if she wanted company to walk home since, you know, the neighborhood is kinda... not safe?" Josh stated turning red when Mingyu left a genuine laugh

Oh no...

You thought while listening to their conversation though the door. Wonwoo and Shadow found their way next yo you sitting on the floor near the entrance. Wonwoo thought the situation was hilarious while you were panicking. You attacked their friend with pepper spray... poor guy. You felt sorry. All lost in their own thoughts, you didn't realize mingyu opening the door.

The four of you just stared at each other. Mingyu with a goofy face, Joshua blushing in embarrassment, wonwoo holding back giggle sitting on the floor and your panicked face while leaning on the doorframe. Shadow sensed the shift in the situation meowing at you.

This was embarrassing

"can we come in...?" Mingyu asked as you got Shadow in your arms answering a quick yes and moving out of the way

"Yay, let's clear things up." Mingyu answered as Joshua hesitantly followed him inside.

You all sat in the living room. You and Wonwoo on your mini sofa as Mingyu sat opposite you on te floor, ushering Joshua to sit next to him, the books forgotten near the door.

Joshua started explaining to you and apologizing about his... creep-like approach. With you quickly apologizing as well for spraying him. He couldn't help but stare at you.

Up close you were even prettier

After introductions and explanations, you invited him for your movie night. He was Mingyu and Wonwoo's friend after all, which he gladly accepted. Anything to spend more time with the girl he was sure he fell at first sight.

After that, you started seeing more of Joshua. Sometimes you saw him in your neighbour's home and sometimes you crossed paths in the nearby market and the convenience store. On your fourth meeting, at Gyu's apartment, he asked if you wanted to hang out at his apartment. You met mischievous Joenghan and caring Seungcheol.

On your eighth meeting, he asked you out and two months later you were a couple.

On your one-year anniversary, you both lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling where the galaxy projection moves slowly while a soft Lofi playlist plays in the background. You lay on your side, clinging to Joshua's left arm, while his right one carcasses the black cat sleeping on his stomach.

"Remember when we first met? And you almost blinded me with your beauty?" He says amused

"More like my pepper spray" you comment feeling embarrassed

"It's okay sweetie. At least I know you're self-sufficient... And that the paper spray works! You know, I feel like when I saw you it was love at first sight, you caught my eye immediately. I couldn't think straight when I saw you leave, I had to talk to you." He says in that love-filled tone you grew to love so much

"I know baby, I think it would be an ok situation but you got your timing really wrong. You got me fearing for my life that day" You chuckled "You got paper prayed, but hey! Now you have a girlfriend because of it!"

"I don't think that's how it works..."

"Shhh, just be happy that we're dating" You shut him up with a kiss on the cheek

"Happy one year together Shua"

"Happy one year together y/n"

When you met, Shua is the doe-eyed one. But you were the deer in the headlights.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen joshua #joshua hong #joshua x reader #joshua imagines #joshua fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff

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renhaswritersblock · 1 year

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hello!! could you do w, i, and o for abner on the nsfw alphabet? i am so desperate for content abt him lmao 😭😭 thank u for still writing him

Abner Krill (Polka-dot-man) - NSFW Request (I, O, W)

Me: Oh boy, Abner! I’ve always been wanting to write something about this colorful dancing king queen since I watched TSS. This is going to be fun!

[Two/half months later.]

Me: *Staring intently at a bulletin board covered in pictures and notes with red string connecting to them, not knowing what time or day it is.*

Life [Walks in.]: Hey, uhh– friendly reminder that you still have that Government paper due tomorrow.

Me: MUTHERFU–

[Weeks later.]

Me [On the floor, defeated by the heavy mass of writer's block, reaching towards laptop to press enter.]: Finished– *Get’s crushed by an anvil of more writing tasks.*

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A/N: I had made a Venn Diagram of Abs, Bob, and Lonny to differ the boys since they all fall under the meow meow category. So, thank you for the wait.

Ima say this takes place after the TSS movie – don’t care if he died, as James A. Janisse would maybe say, “No body, no count.” (Same with Flag. *kicks book of Necromancy For Dummies under bed*)

Warning: Usual NSFW stuff, nothing too extreme. Made some parts long (cause I do what I want). Some head cannons that totally didn’t come up to me randomly while I was halfway through finishing. No proofreading, I go down in style. Is there anything smutty in the first half? No, not really. Did I get carried away again and build a oneshot sort of story? Perhaps. Will I ever make a long smutty moment in any of the alphabet requests? Idk. Hotel? Trivago.

Leans toward female reader pov, but mostly towards gender neutral.

Anyhoo, happy readings!

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I: Intimacy (*looks over at the letter C* Perhaps, I misjudged you.)

Abner lacks physical and emotional intimacy – and you can’t really blame him for it. Being locked up in Belle Reve and made fun of by the other inmates for so long – and to top it all off, his condition and past – he doesn’t have good social skills nor the confidence to approach someone for friendly/flirtatious banter. Even when he and his Task Force X friends go out to celebrate their new freedom at a local club, he still remains reserved and hidden. So he thought.

Throughout the night, Abner watched everyone have fun while sitting in a booth next to a large – totally not a man-eating shark – distinguish gentleman with a mustache, staring intently at a fish tank behind them. Cleo was out dancing wildly on the dance floor with a group of people, Harley sat across the room drinking with three intimidating women, and both Flag and Dubois went somewhere private to chat and drink alone. He consistently looks around the large room, scanning the neon interior and dancing occupant exotically swaying side to side, sipping his drink until his eyes land on a certain someone sitting by the bar. You.

You idly sat on one of the empty stools, swirling your drink in apathy and wearing the most eccentric, colorful outfit that made you stick out of the crowd. Abner nearly choked, spitting his drink through his nose, and erupted into a coughing fit. He didn’t notice Cleo returning to the booth, rushing to sit beside him, gently hitting his back. You were alone – in fact – you looked like you were waiting for someone, glancing at your surroundings and at your phone every minute.

Supposedly, your date should’ve been here an hour ago. They texted you the address to this place to meet you at a time that was way past your curfew. Without a second thought, you agreed. You spend your whole evening prepping yourself to look nice. The only attire suitable for your first night out was the one that made it look like a clown puked on you. Looking around once more, you scan the room in hopes of seeing your date, not spotting Abner a few feet away staring gawkily at you, swiftly ducking his head to avoid glances.

Abner could feel his face burn red hot, he couldn’t hear Cleo’s muffled words over the sound of his heart pounding in his ear. He finally drew his attention towards Cleo when he heard her say, your glowing. Instantly, he slaps his face out of instinct to check if his glowing rash started popping up – knowing already he expelled the dots before they left. This is a first… Cleo gaped as his face began to flare up into dim hues of blue and red to green and yellow. His eyes move back to you, staring at your phone with a bleak expression.

Honestly, you weren’t surprised when the screen showed they left you on read. You figured they would bail at the last minute, wasting half of your night to embarrass yourself. Thoughts began running through your head as you felt your chest grow heavy. I think that’s enough for one night. Holding back your tears, you took a shot of your drink and tapped the glass on the counter, going to spin your chair towards the exit when a tall man wearing what seems to be also a colorful button-up blouse blocks your way, startling you. Abner stood stiff as a board, nervously smiling at you. There was a moment of silence between you two. You watched as he glanced over and back at you, sending you mixed signals. Curious at what he was looking at, you turned and spotted two girls looking directly at you, one waving shyly, the other giving a thumbs up, and a– Wait is that a shark in disguise and a rat also waving at us?

You snap your attention back to the man in front of you, hearing him clear his throat out of discomfort before introducing himself as Abner, reaching his hand out towards you. To your dismay, you mindlessly took his hand, shaking it while telling him your name. Abner’s heart flutters at the sight of you smiling softly at him. You catch a glimpse of his cheeks glowing strangely, thinking it could be the lighting in the room. He takes a seat next to you, mumbling if he can buy you a drink, his smile widening when you accept the offer.

Shortly after your second drink, you hit it off pretty quickly, talking about certain things the two of you like, such as movies, and him introducing you to the group – keeping a very close eye on Nana– Bob doesn’t do anything to you.

Soon you two were on the dance floor, swaying and bobbing your heads to the music, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face. Abner remembered sharing a long gaze with you, feeling as if time suddenly froze. He felt his cheeks boil achingly, noticing your expression contort into a bewildered look. Random patches of colorful glowing dots appeared and disappeared on his face. His eyes seemed to change color, following the primitive colors.

Although you admired the way he looked, Abner on the other hand took it as a sign of being repulsed, causing something to trigger in his mind. But before he could let the imagery into his head, he hears you call out his name, slowly approaching him. You ask if you could hold his hand, reaching out for it when he accepts. You both stood in the middle for a while, only listening to the music playing on the speakers. Once he felt himself subside, he pulls towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You did the same, putting your arms around his neck, whispering reassuring words. He burrows his face into your shoulder, embracing the unknown feeling in his chest as his face emits a dim glow once again.

O: Oral

*Abner: Clitoris?! Labia Majora?! Damn girl, how many pussies you got?!*

Abs is ok with giving oral to his partner. He’s a lil’ confuse at first, but he got spirit. He isn’t on the top 3, but somewhere around maybe 4-5. Krill prefers to use his hands to stimulate you than his mouth – since he can be flamboyant. It’s also a way for him to be slightly dominant and in control, edging you as soon as you near climaxing.

When receiving oral from you, he melts into a whimpering puddle – he’s squirmish and restless at times, but only because you keep teasing his tip and shaft for revenge. To him, the sensation never gets old.

W: Wild Card (*cracks knuckles*)

*inhales*

Liiiiisten.

There’s a hc I have for this guy, but I prefer not to say what it is since it’s quite…vulgar. That and it also goes with a letter that rhymes with see. So here’s two headcannons that are pretty tame. Also, I hc Abner to be a vers.

Anyways.

Whenever Abner is having sexual intercourse with his partner, showing his emotions can be rather complex than his platonic relationship with you. Thus when he’s trying to gaze into your eyes, all you receive is a wide-eyed stare as he thrusts into you. Another aspect of his is uncontrollable giggling. At any moment, when you're riding him, something in his head switches and causes him to be a laughing mess. You remembered briefly stopping to ask him why he keeps laughing every single time you ask that question his response is the same, it feels good.

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A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed reading, and thank you for liking/reblogging. I find it hard to express my emotions sometimes and overthink it. When I see that I'm getting positive remarks on a couple of stuff I wrote, I acknowledge and appreciate the kindness, but never respond to it. So again, thank you so much for the support. Next one's gonna be a Johnson request, and then whatevers on the to-do list.

#david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #abner krill smut #polka dot man x reader #polka dot man

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rhettabbotts · 1 year

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shelbs!! my love!!

okay so here’s what i’m thinking… rhett and his partner’s first big holiday like thanksgiving or christmas as a married couple, idk i feel it would just be so special for them especially if maybe it’s his partners favorite holiday.

kisses!! - 🧸

underneath the tree - rhett abbott x reader

summary: christmas in your first home with your husband is nothing short of magical.

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: none. lots and lots of fluff and holiday cheer. and kittens!

a/n: something a little short and sweet to celebrate the season. happy holidays to all of my sweet friends. ily all so much and i hope you have a wonderful celebration. thank you for all that each and every one of you do 🎄

Christmas has always been a big holiday in your family. It was the one thing you looked forward to every year. You had a lot of family traditions; baking cookies on Christmas Eve, decorating the tree the day after Thanksgiving, watching a Christmas movie every night during the month of December. When you and Rhett began dating, one thing you were so excited about was making your own Christmas traditions with him.

Christmas wasn’t a big holiday in his household. Sure, they decorated the tree and had a Christmas Day dinner but it wasn’t made out to be a big deal like it was with your family. So, that first Christmas you were together, you knew you wanted to make it special.

He joined your family on Christmas Eve for the Christmas cookie baking and the Christmas movie marathon.

Rhett grew to love and adore Christmas just as much as you. Moving into your first house after getting married was stressful but you knew the holidays were right around the corner and you were ecstatic. Going to the Christmas tree farm to pick out your first tree together was a little emotional - decorating it that night because you couldn’t wait. Throughout the two years you dated before getting married, you collected random ornaments. Some were so cheesy you couldn’t hardly stand it but they made you laugh.

Every night during the month of December, you curled up on your couch together with a cup of hot cocoa and a Christmas movie playing in the background. One night while you were laying there you heard a scratching noise at the door.

“Rhett, did you hear that?” You asked, turning the volume down on the television to listen for the strange sound. You heard it once again accompanied with a small meow. “Is that-“

“Sounded like an animal,” Rhett observed before moving from his spot on the couch to walk towards the door. He peeked out of the living room window, quickly putting on his winter coat and boots.

“What is it?” You raised up on your knees to face the front door. “Rhett?”

The bitter Wyoming winter air cut you to the bone when he opened the door and crouched down. He turned to you holding a cat that was covered in snow. He quickly moved inside and set the shivering ball of fur on the couch with you before shaking out of his coat and kicking off his boots. The cat quickly curled up into your lap, seeking out a heat source. You wrapped your blanket around it and pulled it close.

Rhett warmed up some milk in a little saucer and knelt beside the couch, holding it out to the animal. The cat lapped it up in no time, purring as you scratched behind its ear.

“That’s it, sweetie. What were you doing all alone out in the cold, huh?” You cooed at it, not even knowing what the gender of it was yet. Once it finished the milk, you held it up to see. The little gray cat was a girl - who also appeared to be pregnant. You hadn’t noticed when Rhett had set her down but now it was very clear that she was expecting.

“Rhett, she’s-“

“Yeah. I can see that.”

You weren’t sure how to care for a cat but you knew you couldn’t let her stay out in the cold. You fluffed up a warm blanket for her to lay on and was determined to head to the store the next morning. Collecting the essentials you needed for the cat was harder than expected. You bought a few toys as well just in case she felt like playing. You took her to the local vet as well to have her checked over and she was very close to having the kittens.

You cared for Tinsel the following weeks leading up to Christmas, all while preparing the holiday for you and Rhett. She stayed by your side while you put up the rest of the decorations, following you up and down the staircase. She had a newfound favorite spot at the foot of your shared bed with Rhett.

“We’re going to be grandparents soon, baby,” you joked with Rhett as you dried the dishes one night after dinner. The snow was falling in thick flakes outside, the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. Tinsel was curled up on the back of the couch watching the two of you. Rhett just playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think I see a grey hair right here,” he said, eyeing your temple intently. You shoved at his chest as he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back towards the ceiling. You loved how playful you were with Rhett. There was never a dull moment in your relationship. Christmas was only a few days away and you weren’t sure who was more excited.

Christmas Eve snuck up on you quicker than you would’ve liked to admit. You spent the evening with your family, baking goodies and enjoying each other's company. Rhett caught you under the mistletoe several times that night, giving you a deep kiss each time. You headed out a little earlier than normal, wanting to make it home before the roads got too bad.

You readied yourself for bed, sliding into your Christmas pajamas and taking a seat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tinsel was in your lap in no time, her belly looking the biggest it had looked since that night you brought her in. You pet under her neck, smiling at the way she purred contently. The tree was lit and the fire crackled.

“I don’t think she likes you much,” Rhett gestured to the sleeping cat in your lap. He placed the hot cocoa on the table in front of you and wrapped his arm tightly around you. “Our first Christmas married. It’s hard to believe.”

“I love you so much, Rhett,” you looked up at him with so much adoration in your eyes. Rhett pet Tinsel on the head and she pressed up into his touch. He wouldn’t admit it but he is quite fond of her as she is of him. You finished your drink and movie, moving to the bed to get some rest for the next day’s festivities.

You had not been asleep too long when you were awakened by the sound of Tinsel. She sounded like she was in distress and you were kicking Rhett awake as you searched the house for her. You found her curled up under the Christmas tree and upon further inspection, seeing three kittens feeding. You let out a gasp and called out for Rhett to let him know you found her.

“Would you look at that… little miss Tinsel is a mama now.” Rhett whispered as he stood behind you watching the little kittens lay with their mother. You looked over Tinsel to make sure she was doing well, bringing over some food and water for her. You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. 1:05am is what it read and you squeezed Rhett’s hand. It was finally Christmas Day.

You felt so overjoyed standing there next to the tree looking down at the newest additions to the Abbott family. Rhett kissed your temple softly, swaying you as he hummed a Christmas song. Your first Christmas as a married couple in your first home will be a memorable one - that much you were sure of. You knew you had a long day ahead of you but that didn’t seem to matter much in the moment. Right now, you were going to let your husband hold you while you watched your cat love on her newborn kittens.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Rhett.”

#harrysbooty 🧸#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott fanfiction

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missuswalker · 9 months

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DUDE I requested the volleyball reader one and oh my god I’m so fed it’s so good got me kicking my feet giggling cackling sweating bro (thank u cat emoji anon for requesting a part 2 ily) idk how u have such good brain thoughts to write allat

Would u be opposed to a fic of mysterion x f!reader who’s kinda like spiderman 🤔🤔🤔 omg what if it was similar to miraculous ladybug where they’re friends irl and Kenny’s all flirty then but when they’re in their superhero roles it flips n the reader is the flirty one instead?? And maybe they fight against Leslie or something sending a robot army man idk u can literally write whatever and I’ll eat it up fr fr THANK UUUUU

MEOWWW MEOW MEOW NEVER OPPOSED TO MYSTERION (and ikr, cat emoji anon is so scrumptious 😻) (i love frequent anons, they're like my best pookies) (also i love all of your ideas 🤭🤭)

don't know her // mysterion x fem reader

✮ summary: being the walmart spidergirl of south park has it's perks, especially when you get to hang around mysterion all night (pt two here) ✮ warnings: mentions of blood, kind of short (read a/n)

"Hey, I'll call you back later, sweetheart, I've got some shit to do," Kenny interrupts, giving me a 'bye'. I knew exactly what that shit was too. I've known Kenny for years and I had kind of caught on to the fact that he was Mysterion.

I take this as my opportunity to slip into my suit, pulling my mask over my head as I slide my window open, climbing onto my roof. This was just about my nightly routine at this point. Talking with Kenny on the phone until midnight, then meeting up with him as Seven.

The backstory of the name name originally came from Kenny himself. Well, came from Mysterion. Kenny had no idea that I was Seven. Basically, Mysterion asked for my superhero name, though I didn't exactly have one. After telling him that, he named me after the building we were behind which happened to be a 7-Eleven, and it kind of just stuck.

Walking down the alley Mysterion and I usually met in, I see that he's already there. "Seven, you've gotta stop coming out here, I've told you too many times that it's way too dangerous for a rookie to be out at night."

I put my hands on my hips, looking around. "You say that and then still wait for me at the same spot every night. You'd miss me too much if I stopped showing up," I tease. "Don't flatter yourself. I come here because I know you'll show up and get yourself into trouble. Don't start thinking I have a crush on you or something."

"Then who do you have a crush on? Must be a real treat, huh?" I snort, taking a seat on an empty crate. "I don't see how that's any of your business. It's just a girl from my school anyways, you don't know her," he sighs, kicking at the dirt. "I'm just curious," I defend, throwing my hands up in mock surrender.

I felt a little upset, though, that the girl has a good chance of not being me. "If I tell you about her, will you stop coming out here at night so I don't have to babysit you anymore?" I think for a moment, trying to figure out if I even really wanted to know.

"Sure," I answer, deciding I might as well. He sighs, obviously not thinking I was actually going to agree to it. "Okay, well, uhh... her name is Y/n. I've been friends with her for a really long time, and she's hot. That good enough for you?"

Well, damn.

"Nah, I'm still gonna come out here." Mysterion groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, nothing is happening tonight, just go home." I shrug, beginning to walk away. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No you won't. You're gonna stay home."

"Keep telling yourself that."

a/n: GUYS IT'S SHORT BECAUSE THERE'S GOING TO BE A PART 2 🤯🤯

you have to remind me, though, bc i'll forget 😻

next one will have the fight scene and seven's mask gets pulled off + romance idk

not proofread (ill do it later i swear)

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #mysterion #mysterion x reader #south park #x reader #south park fanfiction #south park imagines #south park x reader #remind me im so serious

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daisy-milk · 1 year

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Playing for Keeps ~ part one

gotta thank @planetdream for the Jeongin x Seungmin brainrot from this post :3 meow meow 🐯

Jeongin x reader x Seungmin (friends to lovers)

Btw this was definitely suppose to have smut, but me sleepy and I wanted to post this so that it isn’t porn with too much plot… idk. There will be smut in part two.

cw: drinking, cursing, smoochin, not proofread hehe

Originally, this all started off as a competition between the two. Though they could never admit it, both Seungmin and Jeongin had fallen head over heels for you. Even if they could admit, the two would never be able to navigate their feelings without making their own friendship awkward. They’re guys after all. That’s why they came up with their little competition.

“It’s all for fun,” they would say to each other, “It’s not like I like her or anything, I just don’t want you to win.” They would tease each other constantly, but with each moment they spent trying to win you over, the more addicted they became to you. Fortunately, you never caught on. Or maybe, it was unfortunate. Seungmin, Jeongin, and you have naturally become very close with one another through their little game, but not in the way they wanted. Though you were all nearly the same age, you began to see them as little brothers to you. They were just so cute and friendly with you and you couldn’t help but just find them adorable. It killed them on the inside when their competition began to plateau, neither of them seeing any progress on either side. It seemed as if they hit a dead end with you.

“Who do you like better, y/n?” Seungmin asked casually, looking down at the dishes he was wiping down. He made sure Jeongin could hear his question though.

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from your phone, “What do you mean?”

Jeongin eyed Seungmin from behind you, his interest in the conversation now piqued, “Who else? It’s just me and Innie here.” Seungmin scoffed as if his question was obvious. Jeongin only rolled his eyes as he plopped down into the stool next to you, twisting open the soda that he found on the kitchen island in front of you two.

Your brows furled as Jeongin gulped down the beverage. That was your soda, “What? Why’re you making me choose all of a sudden? Are you recording me or something?” You duck under the island in search of a hidden camera.

“Why would I be recording you? I just want to know. We’ve been friends for a while and I am curious.”

“Uhm… okay, but this is so out of nowhere. What prompted this? Is this a test? Did I do something to you?” you pressed your hands into the countertop as you leaned over, staring at Seungmin from across the island.

“Yeah, Seungmin,” Jeongin finally spoke up, a knowing smirk on his face as she eyed his friend, “Where’s this coming from?” He knew of course. Jeongin could smell from a mile away how impatient Seungmin was getting with you. Almost a year into their competition and they have gone months without any progress. It was almost as if you were trying to friendzone them, Seungmin would say.

“Just choose,” Seungmin snapped bluntly, but still kept his tone casual. Jeongin chuckled, he had to admit that seeing Seungmin getting riled up over you was pretty entertaining.

“I can’t! I like both of you. It’s like making me choose between my two puppies at home,” you cooed as you stared at your homescreen image of your dogs. They both rolled their eyes at you now, but you didn’t catch it.

“You’re comparing us to your dogs now?” Jeongin whined as he leaned into you, eyeing Seungmin as he made his subtle move.

“Of course,” you still hadn’t taken your eye off your phone, now swiping through images of your pets, “You’re both cute and small and sweet… I don’t think I could ever choose.” By now you were only thinking of your dogs.

“Cute? Small?” Jeongin scoffed, his voice deepened slightly as he played with the loose strands of hair on your face, “We’re way bigger than you.” Taking your hand, he places it on his own to compare the sizes, “See?” he hums as he curls his long fingers over your smaller ones. Seungmin rolls his eyes, wiping down the plates a little harder now.

“Didn’t mean it like that, idiot,” you flick Jeongin’s nose, “I just mean I love you both the same and it would be impossible to choose.”

That conversation ended faster than it started and neither of the boys got the answer they wanted. They’ve truly hit a wall.

—

“A truce?” Seungmin raises an unimpressed brow at Jeongin, “Is this you forfeiting?”

“No, but this is getting boring. I know you want her just as much as I do, so why don’t we just work together?”

“Work together? And who are you to say that I’m into her? I’m just playing to prove a point.” Seungmin shrugs casually as he looked away from Jeongin.

“What point?”

“That I have more game than you,” the older snickered as Jeongin lightly slapped his shoulder.

“Oh you aren’t into her, hm?” Jeongin smirks as Seungmin nods his head, “Then you wouldn’t care if I just asked her out then?” His grin only grew when he saw the irritated scowl Seungmin couldn’t hide.

“Quit smiling like that. You’re going to get lines on your face,” was Seungmin’s only retort. Jeongin smirked, reading through Seungmin too easily, “And how do you know she’ll be even interested in… whatever we’re doing?” Seungmin questions.

“You really don’t see the way that girl eyes us when she thinks we aren’t looking? Or are you just as oblivious as her?” The younger responds sarcastically.

“Okay if she’s so into us, why has this bet been going on for over a year, hm?”

“She sees us as men, but doesn’t want to admit it, I think. To her, we’re like little brothers or something. If we just nudge her in the right direction, I’m sure we’ll have her wrapped around our fingers.”

—

“I’m gonna crash on your couch for tonight,” you sigh as you melt into the soft cushions you just landed on. It has only been a few moments since you entered their place and you’ve already made yourself comfortable- before the two boys had even entered through the doorway. It wasn’t unusual though. You practically lived there alongside them, they had long since gotten used to seeing you sleeping over in various parts of their home.

It had been a short night out, all the boys wanting to go out and drink after being holed up working for the past few weeks, but it seemed you and all the boys had lost the ability to be out past midnight. Frankly, you all lost steam by 10pm. You all parted ways before midnight even hit, leaving you to follow Jeongin and Seungmin home. Felix and Minho stayed out to grab more food leaving you alone in the dorms with the two youngest. The two shared a look before Jeongin spoke up.

“You should sleep in my room tonight… I think Minho is uhm… having people over tomorrow morning. I just don’t wanna have to wake you up early, you know?” he lied through his teeth. Seungmin rolled his eyes at his friend’s pathetic attempt.

“It’s alright,” you yawned, “Just drag me out before they come over. Besides, there isn’t any space for me in your room.”

“There is more than enough space. I have the biggest room, remember? I’m not going to wake up early to kick you out, you might as well just stay in my room,” Jeongin argued. Seungmin remained silent throughout the exchange.

“Ugh fine,” you groaned as you sat up from your comfortable spot on the couch. You lazily strolled into Jeongin’s room as you noticed Seungmin following you two. You didn’t press however, not thinking much of it until he entered the room after you, closing the door behind himself as he stood silently at the doorway, crossing his arms.

“We continuing the party in here or something?” you chuckled awkwardly, leaning over to stare at Seungmin.

“We aren’t tired yet,” Jeongin answered instead, “Hope you aren’t either. We don’t get the house to ourselves like this very often.” He turns his head to Seungmin with a grin. The older stays silent.

You coughed a little now noticing the tension in the room. You were alone with your two friends. Of course they were attractive, you were aware from the start, but there was no way they had the same thoughts you had when you stared at them from afar. It felt so wrong to have thoughts of them like that, they treat you so well and they’re just so sweet. Just how they would treat a sister, you thought. A deep blush began to blossom onto your cheeks as you felt hot with guilt. You turned your head away from Jeongin after he spoke. Were you imagining it or was Jeongin insinuating something else? You shook your head at the thought.

“I’m not that tired yet, why?”

Seungmin noticed the slight blush on your cheeks and that your fingers couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. Maybe Jeongin was actually right. Maybe you really were wrapped around their fingers.

“I didn’t get to drink tonight,” Seungmin finally spoke up, “There's a box of soju in the fridge,” he spoke bluntly with a casual shrug.

“Round two?” Jeongin smiled.

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Two bottles in and it had only been an hour. All three of you were on the floor in front of Jeongin’s bed playing a scuffed version of king’s cup. At this point all the rules were out the window, but it’s not like any of you even knew them to start.

You watch as Jeongin draws a four of hearts, “Four is…”

“Whore!” Jeongin exclaims, pointing at you, “Girls drink.”

“That’s unfair and sexist,” you grumble as you take another shot. The two chuckle at you, but they couldn’t keep their eyes off of the large cup in the center. It was nearly filled to the brim and it was nearing the bottom of the deck. Hesitantly, you reach over to the deck to draw the next card and your stomach drops.

“You’re fucking kidding me…” you show your card to the boys- the King of spades. The last king card, “That is actually going to kill me!” you laugh as you hold up the nearly full mug of straight soju.

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to,” Seungmin starts to reach over to grab the mug. You pull it back before he could grab it.

“No. I have to, I’m a good loser.” At this point you were drunk enough to start drinking the mug without flinching at the burn.

“Hey, hey hold on, y/n. Jesus Christ take it easy.” Jeongin hurriedly rushes to you and pulls the mug away from your lips. You blink slowly at him, wobbling slightly as he uses his finger to wipe a drop from your lips, “You’re gonna vomit on my bed if you drink like that.”

“This was your idea, idiot,” your speech was slurred as you spoke, “If you’re so worried why don’t you drink some?” You realize how close he is to you as you press the rim of the mug up to his lips. His eyes lock onto yours as he nods, taking a sip from you. Your eyes widen as you tilt the mug, allowing the soju to slowly pour into his mouth. Everything about him was so hypnotizing in the moment. His perfectly shaped brows furling with each sip, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, his jawline, his cheekbones- there wasn’t a single flaw on that man. And you were so close to him. Your face was now beyond flushed, praying that it was dark enough to hide your reddened cheeks. Not paying attention, you hadn’t realized that Jeongin stopped drinking.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you muttered as he pulled away. His warmth was gone but you still stared. A single drop of soju trailed down his chin. You had no idea what came over you, but you leaned in, entranced by your friend. Your lips traveled to where the drop sat and Jeongin followed you, his head tilting as you leaned into him. Suddenly you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, breaking you out of the trance you were just in. You flinched, totally in shock of what you almost just did, causing you to lean back. Jeongin’s large hand wraps around the small of your back before you could catch yourself. He was close again, closer than before.

“Did you just try to kiss me?” Jeongin smirks.

“W-what? Hah, no… I-” you stuttered, both your hands gripping onto the mug as if it were your life-support, “You were trying to kiss me too!” you exclaimed, attempting to defend whatever drunken honor you had left.

“I was,” he responded bluntly, his smirk not wavering.

“Exactl- wait…” you blink at him. His hand began to feel very hot on your back.

He stared at you with a lazy grin and all hell broke loose in your heart. Butterflies were an understatement. His stare made you feel like the kraken had been set loose in your chest. You practically shivered under his gaze, “So are you gonna kiss me or are you gonna keep staring at me while you finish the rest of that drink?”

That was all it took. You folded, leaning in to crash your lips onto his. Jeongin smiled into the kiss, using the hand he had on his back to tug you closer to him. He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, his soft pink lips parting to force your own open. His free hand reached up to your jaw, gripping onto your face as his warm tongue explored your mouth. So lost in the feeling, you nearly forgot about the third player. All until you felt a third hand reach between you to grab the mug that was now leaking onto your pants. You pulled away from Jeongin with a deep breath as Seungmin took the mug from you.

“Oops, looks like we forgot someone,” Jeongin chuckled. You were literally breathless. You didn’t even have the mind to worry about the soju that soaked your pants.

“Ignore me. Just getting rid of this before it makes your floor all sticky,” Seungmin said nonchalantly as he began to stand up.

“Wait,” you spoke suddenly without thinking. Your eyes widened when you realized you were now holding onto the leg of his sweatpants. Not even five minutes ago you were making out with your best friend in front of him. Seungmin made the appropriate reaction to excuse himself, so why didn’t you want him to leave? Luckily, Jeongin spoke up for you.

“You want him to stay, y/n?” It seemed more of a statement than a question from Jeongin. The corners of Seungmin’s lips curled up the faintest bit as his head tilted, waiting for a response from you. Suddenly, you felt like being a little greedy.

You nodded quickly, not knowing how to respond. Seungmin kneeled down to level his face with yours. There was something hidden behind his monotone expression as he stared at you. You had no idea what it was, but there was one thing you knew, there was nothing innocent about the way he stared at you. He was just as frustratingly perfect as Jeongin and it was almost impossible to keep your eyes locked onto his. It was almost as if it were a different man in front of you. You had to turn your head to break the eye contact, give yourself a few moments to take everything in, but Seungmin stopped you before you could. His fingers brushed along your jawline, trailing the bone until he reached your chin, grabbing it with his pointer finger and thumb to turn your head to face him.

“Jeongin asked you a question. I didn’t hear a response.”

cont. in part two

#spreading the jeongin x seungmin agenda #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz #stray kids

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blood-starved-beast · 7 months

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im soo glad i found u because i rly do love acxa, zethrid and ezor and their dynamic and speaking of which....zethrid being too rageful to the point she pushed ezor away kinda threw me off considering that ezor had shown multiple times that shes very okay with being sadistic/torturing ppl and stuff? idk maybe near death situation messed with her head oh well 😭zethacxa dynamic is so silly zethrid is a bottom fr and acxa doesnt know how to deal with wanting to be someones meow meow she rly puts her all into correcting zethrid and ordering her around i love her for that <3 anyways imagine ezor witnessing acxa hitting on zethrid i wonder how she'd react lmao. personally i never rly felt any chemistry in the little screentime ezor n acxa had together but hey im open to it. anyways i guess this is it for now 😭🙏 have a nice day captain

Ezor has always been survival focused and anxious, this is something we've seen since the Lotor days. Even in s7ep3 she needed reassurance from Zethrid with what they're doing, which is something she and Zethrid have been doing for years at that point. The whole conquering territories for their own gain has been and was Zethrid's original plan, and Ezor went along with it cause Zethrid is her wife and Ezor does get a kick out of hurting others.

That kick I always suspected, is something akin to how bullies with bad pasts bully other kids cause they need to feel something and cope (poorly) with their own experiences. Ezor likes hurting people cause it makes her feel she's got power and it's a way of sublimating her anxiety - see how both her "date" with Zethrid in s5ep6(? bear with me it's been a while) and in s7ep3 she jumps to hurt people after she's been through these moments of deep stuff.

So when that backfired on them - Ezor nearly dying, Zethrid being grievously injured, Ezor likely recoiled from it, and left. Remember she already lost a leg independently to what happened in s7ep3. So the whole voltron thing is likely more of a "straw that broke the camel's back" situtation. Zethrid, in typical Zethrid fashion, likely was pushing for more attack against Voltron, Ezor had enough, leads to an argument - probably not the first they've had on similar topics - Ezor leaves.

Zethrid looses her mind and blames Keith (cause of course it's his fault, cause he's already roped Acxa who's very much like Zethrid herself in that regard: if she's got a goal in mind, the ends justify the means. Either way she can drag Acxa out if she gets him, cause it's always been her vs. Acxa. from the beginning).

I don't think Acxa hits on people. Acxa is so cognitively unemphathetic that I doubt flirting is something that crosses her mind. What I think happened was that since she and Zethrid are so similar in the regards that their goals aligned that they hit it off - but of course a relationship built without love like that between people who're filled with rage the way they were wasn't a sustainable one so it collapses. Acxa definitely commanded Zethrid the way she did cause she knew no other way to do things. She's not used to people genuinely caring for her - hence her initial hostility towards Veronica in the Grudge and why it touched her so deeply. Keith being distant and business-like is likely the nicest she's ever dealt with without it being underhanded in some way - case in point, Lotor. So Ezor seeing Acxa like That is likely just the norm and imho, Ezor's the most emotionally intelligent of the generals so she likely knows when Acxa is having a Genuine Feeling so she probably picked up on that but I think it's a matter of them all having messy af feelings from not growing up in a proper setting.

Imho I never got that Ezor and Acxa had a thing either. I think they were at best friends (or more accurately, Ezor made herself a friend, or the closest approximation of one given their pasts since having friends is foreign to both), who annoyed each other. Or more accurately, Ezor annoyed Acxa with her flippant disregard for science, and Acxa has zero sense of humor or ability to pick up on nuance. And Acxa exasperates Ezor cause of that. Acxa having a crush on Zethrid specifically comes from those Freudian slips in the Grudge like I'm 🤨 at her for that. Acxa likely doesn't know she still feels that way for Zethrid, if she ever knew to begin with.

I love the generals. They're such a fun and messy and chaotic dynamic that despite how vld is horrible at writing group dynamics they managed to trip up the stairs and write something interesting and good with them. The fact Acxa, Ezor, and Zethrid still hang out despite it all speaks volumes ngl. I want a friendship who sticks together despite all that. Messy, complicated dynamics between female characters. My absolute favorite thing in the world.

#Acxa #Ezor #Zethrid #zethzor #zethacxa #vld #Anonymous #my meta #d asks #I'm still obsessed with how Keith is involved but in a footnote sort of way in all this #yeah he definitely sticks his foot where it doesn't belong but the story makes it clear that it's not him the issue #it's how Zethrid and Acxa specifically and Ezor more distantly and their horrible pasts that is the problem #their issues is what is the Issue #Is this dynamic perfectly written? No #but my God is it the most fascinating ongoing dynamic going on #fandom needs to stop sleeping on it

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With fanfiction I also HATE HATE HATE "canon" stories about them being idols. For example two members being together, Y/N being an idol or worse...a fan. They're too realistic for my liking, I love AUs because I treat idols more like face claims than anything else. People who always analyse and assume their sexuality or preference piss me off. Cause YOU CAN'T KNOW so idk why some of them are fighting saying "X CAN'T BE THIS OR THAT" etc 🤡🤚🏻

But again, I just can't imagine most idols in a sexual situation whether because I'm personally not attracted to them or it's difficult to see them calling people whores left and right. I think most fans don't realise not everyone is in a dom & sub dynamic. Most people just have sex and go with the flow... I understand writing self-indulgent stuff but the projecting is quite weird.

It's the same with kpop parties, girls or to a lesser extent guys almost cream their panties at the sight of a Korean guy 🔫 last night we had guard one of the DJs cause not only people kept bothering him about songs but some girls were also ridiculous. He doesn't speak English well so communication with him was hard for most people so the girls used it to their advantage and he was so confused 😭

Yeah I call Seonghwa my actual boyfriend, but I'm literally aro-ace I would probably admire him irl (I mean I did actually ahhaahga) and think he's aesthetically pleasing maybe become friends with him and that's it.

Please no ABO I'm kinkshaming idc... the furry allegations are hard to beat huh... just the ears and maybe tails for me pls 🥰

THEY PLAYED WOLF THEY DID IT BDIDEHSJSGSHEYSF I SPRINTED OUT OF THE BATHROOM SO QUICK

One of the organising girls said she didn't like Ateez and I was like...💀 but the DJs had great taste and played lots of Atz and Skz but not Shinee :( they played Taemin and Shinee's MV were displayed on TVs but that's it. Still I really liked the song choices and they're not always that great or versatile so it was fun. I came home around 6am and didn't sleep for a long time so I'm DEADDDDDD

Please do not send photos of THE Hworehead (THAT DOESN'T SOUND GOOD SHHAEIEBSNAGSAH) because I'll just have to smooch

😭 lil meow meow or rather lil barky barky??? He looked so cute in that hat I-...🥺

https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1525664904543211521?t=ydjStS7YDQerMVNlSWBfLA&s=19 - DV 💖

hihi!

I AGREE WITH THIS SO MUCH !!!! idol x idol reader “au’s” are too realistic its kind of disturbing at times if written wackly 😭😭 YES AU’s where u just face claim, personally when i write i make the “member” just a regular character but just with their names,, as in i don’t think of them and implement their entire nitty gritty details in them!! GORLLL THAT ASSUMING RLY PISSES ME OFF atiny’s do it so much! esp the twt ones! its like anyone who wears a rainbow coloured clothes and fans immediately go they belong to this side or the side,,, but they also don’t realize that their stylist just made them wear the clothes because it fit’s the concept😭😭 or the fact that a lot of idols are homophobic bc korea (or entirety of asia really) is so conservative + classists and everyone just assumes their preferences when most of them are doing fan services / are more likely straight UNLESS obviously they state it or something! EXACTLY! YOU CAN’T KNOW NOTHING bc we doNt know them,, they just do their job PLS 😭😭

YEAHHH!! the deal breaker is when an idol who has like a puppy dog image,, in fics are the ones choking or calling whores and sluts and or cocksluts 😭😭😭 absolutely 100% !!! no bc some self indulgent is extremely wild (which ofc can be fine) but like u know its abt a real person,,, i find them attractive in the face (gorgeous ppl omg) and the personality they put on in front of fans otherwise i don’t find any idol sexually attractive as in imagining doing certain things with them,,, i would not want to be with anyone of them bc they’re probably drastically different from what we see,, the sub dom thinG ABSOLUTELY!!!!!! some project their fantasies of the HaRD dOm 😭😭

NAURRRRRR u know that one saying “kpop stan will even stan a squirrel if it is korean” 😭😭😭😭 oH GOD THATS SO EMBARRASSING NAHRR FBWMFBWM 😭😭😭😭

YEAH YEAH!!! like id go “if u take one step, i need to meet ur mom for hand in marriage” or doing house chores and put my hands on the waist and think “if i do this for seonghwa then what, am i a housewife” for funsies but id never mf look at them even for admiration id be avoiding contacts,, YEAH FRIENDS YEAH !!! its better just being friends rather than imagining them as ur ACTUAL husband

Please no ABO I'm kinkshaming idc... the furry allegations are hard to beat huh... just the ears and maybe tails for me pls 🥰

LMFAOOOO FBWMFBWMFJWK 😭😭😭😭 when ppl say don’t kink shame but then the kink be piss 🔫🔫🔫 FURRY KINK??? the ears the tail and the tag 😭😭

THEY PLAYED WOLF THEY DID IT BDIDEHSJSGSHEYSF I SPRINTED OUT OF THE BATHROOM SO QUICK

NO FUCKING WAY FBQMDBQLDHWK DID ANYONE AWOOOOO 😭😭😭

girlie has no taste wbk, bland. NAURRR SHINEE IS LIKE THE ULT CLUB BANGER?? LIKE PLAY VIEW?? SAVIOR??? BODY RHYTHM?? LOVE SICK?? 😩😩 MISSED OPPORTUNITY,,, man kpop clubs these days play such bland music 😭😭 WHERES THE HYPE PLAY THE BAPSAE 😭😭😭 6AM?? LIVING UR YN LIFE

Please do not send photos of THE Hworehead (THAT DOESN'T SOUND GOOD SHHAEIEBSNAGSAH) because I'll just have to smooch

HWOREHEAD LMFAOOOO PLS here u go ☺️

😭 lil meow meow or rather lil barky barky??? He looked so cute in that hat I-...🥺 https://twitter.com/MAS_43ver/status/1525664904543211521?t=ydjStS7YDQerMVNlSWBfLA&s=19 - DV 💖

im gonna kiss this man on the cheek stop me right NOW, HOLD me bACK also!!! i was rly bored yesterday so i spent the entire day watching travel vlogs to italy, roma, jaipur greece and sorts (filmed so so stunningly like the cinematography is insane) and all i thought was how u got to see them all 😭😭🤚🏼 GOING TO ROB U

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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YOUR NEW UPDATE IM SCREAMING I EVEN WENT TO YOUR ASKS INSTEAD BUT ??? CAN WE HAVE MORE MARS CHAPTERS BC I NEVER KNEW I WANTED POV FROM THE ANIMALS BUT THE TEA OF MARS BEING SMARTER THAN BOTH ATEEZ AS A WHOLE AND MAJORITY OF NCT PLS AKHAAKB

plus jisung, jeno, and jaemin panic searching/buying a shiba inu to replace mars and jaemin not being close to him but knowing the exact habit mars has BUT ALSO jaemin rlly out here saying jeno is the closest one of the three of them to mars when he said that ;;;

this chapter tho is making me think which of the nct and anima members know mars has been going back and forth without y/n knowing but not worrying bc they know mars is just going to the ateez/nct dorm like mars could straight up have a whole adventures of mars miniseries atp HAHAHHA

BESIDES THOSE THO:

1) SOFT BESTIE YANGYANG LIKE IM NOT SURE ANYMORE WHAT TIMELINE WERE AT WITH YANGYANG IF HE'S GOT PINK HAIR BUT I IMAGINED THAT SO SOFT /PINK HAIR/ BESTIE YANGYANG IT IS

2) WOOYOUNG IMMEDIATELY TEXTING YEONJUN WHEN JONGHO SAID THAT PLS;; the intuition BUT ALSO TASTE GO YEONJUN (you're my exception in the face of seonghwa im sorry hwa , jun is just too strong) PLUS yeonjun wanting to collab for a while pls imagine how good the song would be lord !!!

3) i forgot stalker make-up artist sasaeng buT HE CAN CHOKE (threat) BUT DEF I FEEL LIKE WOOYOUNG AND for some reason YANGYANG (idk who else would) would either come to collect the collection he has and either keep it bc y/n simp and bestie squad but would also auction and sell it off on twt in their stan accs to get that cha ching 💰💰

AHAHAHAHAHA YEAH THIS CHAPTER WAS A GOOD ONE HEHE BUT YES I'm planning on doing some Mars chapters for fun, maybe I can like alliteration it like the "Marvelous Misadventures of Mars" or something and it's just him having fun and occasionally the other pets can show up too. Debating on adding dialogue and playing it off as everyone else hearing barks and meows lol lol

Also yuh they're really stressing out AHAHAHA but Jaemin seemingly not caring at first and then him being the one to search up Shibas available for sale/adoption he cares he just pretends not to, totally the guy to be like "I don't want a pet" but when the pet shows up anyway he's attached at the hip to it HAHA Jaemin's shoes may or may not be the ones usually victim to Mars, there's a reason why Yangyang keeps his sneakers above his closet HAHA

But I gotchu, all eight members of ATEEZ and ANiMA+NCThree know that Mars escapes to the NCT Dorms, (Y/N) doesn't know that Mars escapes the NCT dorms periodically to explore (she thinks its inescapable, but it is, indeed, escapeable through other means).

1) YES this is during February so we're talking faded mint/silver haired Yangyang but we love a bestie

2) *cue tiktok sound* HE KNOWS Wooyoung's going to be pretty pivotal these next chapters, he just doesn't know it yet, but YAAS YEONJUN A KING RECOGNIZING A QUEEN I imagine that the song will have a heavy dance beat to it

3) He is a very forgetable person considering he's our new antagoist muahaha but oh yeah, those two would 100% capitalize off of his maniac collection HAHAHAHA it's what any best friend would do, and if they don't then (Y/N) will lmao

#asks #se 📖#prominence #prominence s2 #prominence spoilers #prominence s2 spoilers #spoilers

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lesbiangiratina · 3 years

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Been laying here for like 2 hours trying to take a nap so i can hang out with my friends tonight but no i started thinking about family and now im crying a little. Bed time can be so dangerous

#kinda want to reach out to some of them but idk #miss my cousins. could probably find the younger ones on fb or something #my aunt n uncle were cool as hell. they write to me on christmas and stuff maybe i could reply this year #but like. what do i say ive been ghosting these people for like 7 years #i can barely talk to my friends sometimes how am i supposed to talk to adults who havent known me since i was a weird kid lol #IDK i was always closer to my dads side than my moms side even though i saw them less #and now i havent seen my moms side in a while bc she hasnt really talked to them much in like. almost 4 years #its scary losing contact with everyone. my only family now is my mom #or at least it feels that way #scary to think about :(#the kat goes meow

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Begin Again (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Inspo: Begin Again by Adam Melchor

Summary: Dating apps never pair you with the right people. Until you come across the profile of a handsome, pancake loving FBI agent named Marcus.

W/C: 4.8k

Warnings: lots of talk of food, language, late night deep conversations, some sadness at the end but nothing intense? reader has a pet cat, is that worth a warning? idk

A/N: HI GUYS this is my first full length Marcus Pike fic! I really hope you like it!! thank you so much to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for being my best editors and proofreaders and idea givers!!!

note: PLS listen to the song before/after/while reading! it’s one of my favs and it really goes along with the story

Over the course of your adult years, you’ve become convinced that dating apps are complete and utter bullshit. The algorithms never work right, never pair you or any of your friends with anyone worth seeing in person. Maybe that’s just the problem; maybe it’s not the apps but the people. Whatever the answer is, whatever reason you’ve never found success in the endless swiping, you’re through with it.

That was before last week. The rainy Tuesday night left you in your apartment, alone, to succumb to the cold spring dreariness. Over a cup of hot tea, you’d downloaded the app again. Might as well try, right? You have nothing to lose. If worst comes to worst, catfishing an annoying guy is always a blast. The good news is that this app requires you as the woman to make the first move. That’s kind of a downside- you never know how to start conversations- but at least you can’t get unsolicited dick pics right off the bats. Life is full of tradeoffs, you suppose.

You begin again. The app becomes your favorite pastime. Bored at work or home? Dating app it is. Left. Left. Left. Boring man after boring man. One labeled himself super-straight: absolutely fucking not. One holding a fish: nope. A man who describes himself as a gym rat: not your type. It’s a boring way to spend your lunch break, you’re aware, but the entertainment value is fun if nothing else. There are a lot of strange men out there.

After a few days, your luck seems to turn around as the photo of a man with brown hair and warm brown eyes pops up on your screen. He has a scruffy beard and wavy hair, and the way his smile tugs at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He’s really cute, you have to admit. You read the bio next.

Marcus, 35

❗️ Washington, D.C.

Got forced into making this, but optimistic. Lover of art, dogs, and time to relax. Always down for breakfast for dinner and cuddling. Looking for someone with a sense of independence, love of travel, and a sleep schedule equally fucked up as mine. Must love pancakes.

Must love pancakes. That’s absolutely adorable. You immediately think of your cat, named Pancake, and you laugh and swipe right, hoping the man already thought the same of you. Your eyes widen with excitement and you almost laugh out loud from your giddy state when you see the little logo indicating it’s a match.

The first message you send him has to be perfect. You ponder your options for a minute, frowning and furrowing your brow as you think. You don’t want to come on too strong; you’re not trying to sound like you want a hookup. A simple one-word greeting wouldn’t be enough.

You could comment on something from his bio, you realize as you read it again and again. Maybe ask him about his dog? No, that’s too awkward. You want it to be about him, something that can draw him in. Talk about traveling? No, you don’t want to sound like you’re bragging about the places you’ve gone in your life.

Pancakes. Pancakes are good. You love pancakes. You think for a second more, debating what to say, before inspiration strikes and you send off the message before you can stop yourself.

Marcus Pike has essentially felt the same as you. He’s a somewhat charming man. He’s had his fair share of relationships, but they never quite work out. His ex-wife, now long gone and blocked from his phone, was an absolute failure of a relationship. He’d gotten close to what felt like true love with Teresa, another FBI agent, but she flaked at the last second.

Maybe the constant here was that he met them in person. When Marcus falls, he falls hard and fast, down an endless spiral of emotions with no escape. Maybe if he met someone online, it would be different. His best friends had all encouraged it, and on a night out not long after Teresa left him, Pike set up his own profile. He liked that the app didn’t require him to make the first move. It’s refreshing.

Marcus had seen your profile hours ago, on a mindless phone break from his work. He’d swiped right too, stunned by your smile and the lovelines you radiated even through the phone. He crossed his fingers for a good part of the day, hoping you’d swipe right on him too.

His day is busy, leaving him no time to fiddle with his phone and distract himself. He eats in the cafeteria, checking up on his phone. After lunch, he’s walking back to his office when his heart flutters as he sees the dating app indicates he’s had a match. He looks at it and swallows hard before stopping, moving to the side of the hallway to allow others to pass. He’s breathing hard, and his heart speeds up when he sees that you are the one that matched with him.

He knows how this app works. He has to wait now, to let you make the first move. He can’t even write a message until you send one. So he pockets his phone again and continues on his walk.

He’s determined on his walk, rushing back to his desk so he can sit and be thoroughly enthralled in waiting for or receiving your response. His phone buzzes several times with notifications, one of which he prays is you. When he finally sits, he opens the app ceremoniously and has to hold back a genuine laugh when he sees your first message.

Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus shoots back a text nearly immediately. Sorry, what?

Your bio. “Must love pancakes”. Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus is absolutely beaming as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Blueberry. Always. I hope that’s the right answer :)

Unfortunately, it’s not, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide

You called him cute. It makes Marcus’s heart flutter. Come on. There’s nothing like the warm blueberry popping in your mouth.

There is. It’s when the chocolate chips are all melty and creamy.

God, Marcus is already painfully into you. You know what… at least you love pancakes. I’ll let it slide. You got a favorite place?

Anywhere I can get ‘em. You seem like quite the connoisseur, do you have one place in mind?

Jane slams down a stack of files on Marcus’s desk. “Paperwork overflow, Pike. Can you get these done tonight?”

Marcus is the fastest in the office with paperwork, which often leads to him being the one that flies through the files in the place of the people who actually filed it. He nods. What else is there to do? “Sure.”

Jane claps him on the shoulder and wanders off. Marcus watches him in slight annoyance. The best place in D.C. is definitely Sandy’s. Hey I gotta go, text ya later?

I’d love that :)

It didn’t take long for your texting to move from the dating app to actual texting. It happened within the same day, in fact.

Marcus messaged you some hours after the initial conversation. Your phone buzzed while you were doing yoga in your apartment, your cat curled into a ball beneath your stomach as you held a downward dog. You nearly collapsed on top of Pancake as you fumbled to sit cross-legged on the end of your yoga mat.

The message from Marcus is bright on the top of your screen. Hi. Sorry that took so long. Work stuff.

Smiling, you take a swig from your water bottle and lean back against your couch. Not a problem. Understandable. What do you do for a living? It’s a loaded question in D.C.; they could range anywhere from politicians to their rich sons to artists and athletes.

I work for the FBI, actually.

Your eyes light up in excitement. That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard. What do you do? Are you an agent?

The man’s responses don’t take long at all. He must be waiting in the chat to respond. The idea makes your heart flutter. Yep, I’m an agent. I work in international art crimes.

You certainly didn’t expect that for an answer. Wow, okay, that’s even cooler than I thought. I was about to call you Agent Pancake but I think my girl would be disheartened...

Snapping a photo of the way Pancake is nuzzling into your side, meowing for snuggles, you have to laugh as you send the photo his way. Funny you love pancakes so much. This little muppet is named Pancake.

Marcus responds with a barrage of heart-eyes emojis, which makes you laugh aloud and scoop Pancake into your lap, stroking her strawberry-blonde fluff. She’s an absolute angel. Like her mother, I’m presuming.

Your cheeks flood with warmth and you can feel the tips of your ears turning hot too. You’ve never even met me, Agent…? You trail off the text, asking for his last name.

Pike.

Agent Marcus Pike. What a nice sounding name. It sounds official and strong and you really like it. Cute last name. Might steal it from ya someday ;)

You don’t normally flirt this shamelessly, but he’s so goddamn cute and funny. You cross your fingers behind your back that this isn’t just a facade, that this is Marcus himself texting like he would to anyone else. You got a phone number?

As you laugh, Pancake paws at your chest to grab your attention, nails nearly digging into the stretchy fabric of your yoga tank top. “Watch it,” you scold her softly and remove her paw from your chest, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the head. Sure do. You want it?

Yes please.

You send your number his way and moments later, your phone pings with a text from an unlabeled number.

Maybe: Pike: hey, it’s Pike :)

You: hey… dammit, I really want to call you Agent Pancakes, but I think my fluffy little heathen would be offended. I don’t know what to save you in my phone as...

Agent Pancakes: Save me as whatever, I suppose. Not my problem, right?

The texts became more frequent. Over the course of three weeks, you’d stay up late talking like teenagers, knowing you need to go to bed but unable to bring yourself to do it.

You learned that his middle name was Mauricio, that his mother wanted him to have at least something a little more Latino in his name. You told him the story of how you’d adopted Pancake as a kitten from a shelter and she woke you up one morning with her claws entwined in a snarl of your hair. He told you about his ex-wife and ex-fiancée, Teresa, and you responded that he deserved something better than that. You can already tell that he’s a good man.

At the end of three weeks, you shot Marcus a text. Things seemed to be going pretty well.

You: Hey, you want to do a video call sometime soon?

Agent Pancakes: I’d love that! I’m free tonight if you are.

You: Always free. Shouldn’t you know that?? Doesn’t the FBI spy on us through our phones and whatever?

Agent Pancakes: well, I do work in art crimes. Even if we did, it would be a totally different thing

You: Good.

An hour later, you fidget with your hands as you sit on your couch, the laptop propped up across from you and ringing for a video chat. Marcus’s profile picture bobs on the screen as you wait for him to pick up.

Marcus’s face and apartment fills your screen, and you automatically grin. “Hi,” you giggle and wave, absolutely enraptured by how cute his real smile is, not the forced one in the photos.

“Hey. Nice to kind of-finally meet you,” he tells you and waves back. The wall of his apartment is nothing exciting, but his facial expressions already have you falling. Those big brown eyes compliment natural but ridiculously pink lips, and his brown hair is neatly done. It looks like he’s wearing a tie and a dress shirt; probably his work gear, you suppose.

“You too!” You tell him, unable to stop smiling. “You shaved.”

Marcus’s heart jumps out of his chest when he sees you ringing him. He barely has time to flop on the couch and turn it on, propping up the camera across from him.

God, you’re so gorgeous. Your giggle is infectious, making Marcus laugh softly at god knows what. Your grin is equally as contagious, making him smile back. He rubs his jaw in response. “Yeah, yeah. I tend to keep it clean there. Stubble takes too much maintenance, and I have this little patch where it never quite grows,” he tells you as he juts his chin to the camera, touching the spot where his beard can’t grow.

“I like it either way,” you assure him, shrugging a little. “How was your day, Agent Pancakes?” Your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, even with the granulated audio over this shitty app. Agent Pancakes makes his heart flutter. “No, not you!” You groan as Pancake climbs onto your lap. “Hi. Your twin wants to say hi.”

Marcus’s smile widens. “Oh my god, hello cutie pie,” he chuckles, launching into baby talk. “What a pretty girl. You make a good Pancake.”

You smile and rub her fur, grinning. “She’s my baby,” you chuckle and set her aside. “Yeah. I’m busy. Leave me alone.” Pancake meows in protest. “Shut up, I’m on a date,” you whine.

Marcus’s ears perk up. “This is a date?”

Your eyes widen as you turn back to him. “I… yeah?” You ask, wincing a little.

He grins back at you. “I like it. And I’m really in love with the idea of seeing your face when you talk.”

“I like your voice,” you flirt back, but you mean it. “It’s so pretty. Do you sing?” You ask mindlessly, studying the way his brow furrows and his eyes convey exactly what he’s thinking.

He chuckles softly. “I used to. I haven’t in a long long time.”

“You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”

When he shakes his head, his neatly gelled hair tries to break free. A strand does, falling in his face. “You don’t wanna hear it, I promise.” He removes his tie, and you can’t help but watch the movement. It’s incredibly sexy.

A mischievous smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. “No, I really do, I really think I do.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Only if you try the pancakes at Sandy’s sometime. I promise you, they’re the best pancakes in the District. I’ve never had the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they’re anywhere near as good as the blueberry, they’re fantastic. And they’re open 24 hours. I go there a lot for late night case work.”

You smile at that, getting cozy on your couch and hugging your blanket. “That does sound nice. I love a good all day breakfast,” you say with raised eyebrows, the teasing in your voice. “Okay, human Pancakes. How was your day?” You ask him again, intent on hearing his answer. Not only is his job fascinating, but he’s adorable when he explains things.

Marcus frowns, and that makes you instinctively frown too. “Well, it’s been good. We’re tracking a huge smuggling ring right now, but since we’ve pinpointed a stock house for them, I might have to travel for a while.”

You frown. You’d been hoping you could have a real date soon, at least. “How long is a while?” You ask him curiously, sipping from your water bottle that sits next to you.

“Couple weeks. No less than a month, probably. I’d… well, I might have to go undercover, which means we couldn’t talk for a while.” His eyes are apologetic, showing that he hates this news as much as you do. “And… I’d leave maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

Your heart sinks. “So soon,” you say with a sad smile, a desperate and lonely chuckle. “Well, if you want to come home to me, I’ll be here.”

Marcus’s smile perks up just slightly. “You would be the best thing in the world to come home to. And I’ll have the scruff back by then.”

“Yes!” You exclaim and laugh, pumping a fist in the air. “I think you’re really cute anyway, but I really love the scruff,” you shrug shyly.

“Maybe I’ll grow it out just for you.”

The adrenaline from his first technical-date with you prevents Marcus from sleeping. The call lasted hours, the two of you covering almost everything important in your lives. You talked about your favorite television programs and politics, your parents and your favorite pizza toppings. Talking with him was like nothing you’d ever experience, a connection you’d never thought a dating app could offer.

After several hours, during a lull in the conversation, Marcus suggested the two of you log off. It was around 11 P.M. now, and, even though Marcus has a sleep schedule like a raccoon, he figured you should sleep. He blew you a kiss through the camera, which you pretended to hold to your chest and grin at him.

But now it’s an hour later, just past midnight, and Marcus is antsy. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, but your face is running through his mind like it owns the place, and at this point, maybe you do. Marcus sits up in bed and sighs. He knows the proper remedy for this: Sandy’s. Throwing on a rare pair of jeans and a leather jacket over the white v-neck he wears, he slips on his shoes and makes his way to the tiny, 24-hour diner.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins too. You text any of your friends that will listen, rambling about how beautiful Marcus’s face is and how wonderful it was to finally hear his voice. You pace your apartment, petting Pancake as you pass her perch on the arm of your couch. You try to do a little yoga to calm down but you can’t stop smiling. Marcus occupies too much room in your brain to try to think about anything else.

When it’s just after midnight, hunger strikes. You realize you never ate dinner, too preoccupied with talking to the handsome man to even consider microwaving something from your fridge. Talking with Marcus has instilled you with a love for pancakes, and you think to yourself that maybe Sandy’s would be worth a shot. It’s open late.

So you toss on a jacket and pick up your purse, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving your apartment. You toss the book you’ve been reading into your bag, planning to read it while you sit and eat. Pancake gives a sleepy meow of protest but you just smile and lock the door behind you.

The diner is just as small as Marcus described it to you: just a short line of booths along the windows and a smattering of tables in the middle. There’s a colorful, warm-toned tile floor that juxtaposes the warm green of the walls and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air. Quiet classic swing music filling the atmosphere. You can see why he likes it: it automatically makes you smile.

You sit in one of the booths, facing away from the door, and the kind waitress takes your order: chocolate chip pancakes and an English breakfast tea. The air conditioning is blasting, making you chilly. You tighten your jacket around yourself and sip the tea when it arrives, adding cream and sugar.

Cracking open the book, you cross your legs and lose yourself in the book. The restaurant has a calming aura, and you can feel the tea warming you from the inside. It’s fitting that Marcus loves this place, you think to yourself.

When the pancakes come not long after, you take a bite and almost groan in happiness. It’s absolutely delicious: Marcus was most definitely right. Disappointingly, you have to go to the bathroom about three bites in.

Even the bathrooms are cute, you discover. When you return, someone else sits a booth away, another lone diner at this godforsaken hour of night, facing the door. You can see the back of what appears to be a man’s head, neatly trimmed brown hair and a brown leather jacket over their neck and shoulders. Sitting back down, your back to the other customer’s, you return to your book and continue to eat your chocolate chip pancakes.

The customer and waitress are talking, but you don’t pay much attention, too enraptured by your book. It’s quiet again after the man puts in his order, and you enjoy the soft jazz music that makes you tap your foot in time against the tile.

There’s a buzzing and the melodic sound of a phone’s ringtone; one of the defaults that a phone provides. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the man pick up. “Agent Pike.”

That can’t be your Agent Pike, can it? You turn and listen and realize it’s definitely him, from his voice and the way he holds himself and the stack of- of course, blueberry pancakes and a hot coffee set in front of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Let me write that down.” Marcus types something into his phone. “See you then. At the office? Good. Alright, see you.” He hangs up.

Standing, you tuck your book back in your purse and put the bag over your shoulder. With one hand, you grab your plate of pancakes, and the other grabs your tea. You set them down across from him and slide into the booth, grinning. “Huh. Agent Pancakes, here, in the middle of the night. How unusual.”

Marcus’s tired face lights up in excitement. “What?” He laughs, his eyes scanning your face. “Why are you here?”

You shrug and take a bite of his pancakes, sighing. “Had to see if they were worth the hype. I couldn’t sleep, you got me so excited.” The blueberry pancakes are absolutely fantastic, just as good if not better than the chocolate chip ones on your plate. “Damn, you were right.”

“Hey,” he laughs and pulls his plate closer to his chest. “Don’t touch my pancakes.”

You make pleading pouty eyes, frowning a little. “Can’t we share?” You tease. It already feels like you’ve known him for years, even though this is your first time seeing him in person.

Marcus sighs. “I suppose,” he says and rolls his eyes in sarcasm, pushing his plate back out so you can access it.

Marcus is beyond stunned, absolutely enraptured in how beautiful you are in person. If he thought he fell on that video call earlier, he’s now reached the very bottom of that cliff, the impact of your everything stealing the air from his lungs. God, he wants nothing more than to kiss you right now, on those lips coated in blueberry juice and maple syrup.

The two of you spend quite some time so there, just talking and continuing the conversation where it left off before. The waitress refills Marcus’s coffee twice and your tea once. “So who called you when you were sitting alone?” You ask him as you bring the white porcelain mug to your lips, sipping at the creamy tea.

He sighs. “Guy I work with, his name’s Patrick. He’s a douchebag, I can’t lie,” he says with a chuckle, and his heart flutters at the way you give a soft laugh back. “Just telling me the details. I leave in about 6 hours. I’ll be in Singapore for a couple of weeks.”

“Singapore?” You exclaim, eyes wide as your fork clanks against your plate. “You better be able to contact me.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, I’m going undercover. I can’t.” He sighs, and he dares to reach out and touch you, to reassure you that he’s there and himself that you’re real, that you’re right there. “Will you wait for me?”

Your heart melts, from an already slush-covered river to a rushing rapids. “Of course, Marcus.” It makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve called him lots of nicknames, but never his real name. Something is painfully intimate about it. “I like you a lot; why wouldn’t I?” You ask, shrugging as if it’s the simplest thing. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

When you finish your meals, Marcus picks up both tabs, despite your protesting. “Can I walk you to your place?” He asks as you both stand and adjust your jackets.

You nod and take his hand. The lights of the city are seemingly extra dim tonight, leaving the street lights to illuminate your beautiful face as the two of you stroll along. You have all the time in the world, don’t you? It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re both already evading sleep desperately. A little more time together can’t hurt.

His hand never leaves yours, his fingers lacing through your knuckles. You chat quietly, as if you could wake the sleeping city from the peaceful blue drone of a weeknight morning into its daily splendor of horns and hordes of speedy pedestrians.

Marcus bumps your shoulder with his, making you stumble a little to the side and laugh as you look up at his gorgeous face. His face reflects the love you’re both feeling, almost giving the city around you a pink glaze of warmth from the rose-colored glasses you must have placed over his eyes.

The walk draws to an end, as you stand at the entrance to your apartment building. Marcus’s body looks so soft and inviting, and you dare to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to your chest. “I don’t want you to go, Agent Pancakes,” you murmur into the soft skin of his neck, which is starting to get a shadow of stubble.

Marcus kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t move either, prolonging this time you have together before he can’t see you. “I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted to stay here more than I do now, but I have to.” His arms wrap around your waist, strong and safe.

Lifting your head, you look up at him, your noses practically touching from the proximity you share. The world feels like a bubble around you two, like some impenetrable one-way material that makes it so if Marcus leaves now, he can never come back. “Well, it’s gonna be a long time, a month or two,” you say with a sad smile. “We’ll have to begin again.”

Marcus shakes his head, his brown eyes almost welling with tears. “There’s no one else I’d want to begin again with.” With that, he looks in your eyes, the question hanging there. Wait for me?

Always, you respond silently by pressing your lips to his, kissing him slowly in the orange glow of your apartment building’s entrance. He kisses back, his lips tasting of coffee and maple and blueberry, yours tasting like chocolate and tea.

You squeeze your arms tighter around him, getting on your tiptoes to be as physically close as you can to him. He has one hand on either side of your rib cage, holding you there as he kisses back with all of the passion and love he has.

It can’t last too long or he’ll never leave. He won’t be able to. He breaks away after a few moments, his lips close to yours. He presses your foreheads together, arms encircling you again. “I have to go. I have to be at the office in an hour.”

You lift your head and your brow furrows in confusion. “Then why did you take so long to walk and eat with me?” You laugh quietly.

Marcus shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave you yet,” he admits, his eyes trained on yours. He gives you one last painfully gentle kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been my distraction lately. Whenever I’m bored, I text you.”

He sighs, the confession increasing his frown. “I’ll be in an entirely new place, without you.”

“But I’ll be here, in my same old life without you in it.”

The words punch a hole through Marcus’s heart. It’s true; he’ll have new distractions, new things to do. You’ll be here with a Marcus Pike-shaped hole in your heart. He kisses your forehead, the wheels turning in his head. “If you get a call in the next few weeks from an unknown number, be sure to answer it, okay?”

You nod and smile softly. “You need to go. Go.”

He nods and his hand squeezes yours. “I can’t wait to begin again with you.” With that, Marcus Pike, Agent Pancakes, whatever you want to call him, the man you’re highly suspecting might be your soulmate, walks off into the slightly chilly D.C. night.

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The request I'm about to do OH HONEY ISTG ITS GOING TO SOUND RIDICULOUS AND STOOPID BUT I'LL TRY (maybe a bit long?) So it's basically a Harry Potter X True beauty (Han Seojun) like the reader who has studied in Hogwarts for a while decides that she also wants to experience like the normal muggle school (the reader is a muggle but never got the chance to like go to the normal school and had to go to Hogwarts) so she starts at they school and like Seojun takes an interest in her and they start dating but Seojun still doesn't know that she is like a witch and one day a situation had come up where the reader was with Seojun and she like HAD to use her wand. She likes starts telling him about her Hogwarts house (mine is Gryffindorput you can pick which everyou want💕), like the wand, potions, flying brooms, Diagonally and stuff. PLEASE THIS REQUEST SOUNDS STUPID BUT IDK WHY I LIKED IT😭

This idea was so creative, it’s not stupid at all! Plus, I love crossovers. I got so excited to write it and I am a gryffindor too! But hear me out, Hufflepuff!Seojun-

Magical Girl | Han Seojun [True Beauty]

Muggle!Seojun x Gryffindor!Muggle Born!Reader | Harry Potter AU

Summary: You decide to leave hogwarts and attend a school full of muggles. Meeting a very interesting muggle, you find yourself falling for him. No one knew about your secret until you had to help your boyfriend.

Warnings: none

You liked Hogwarts, you really did. Your friends, teachers and the places were amazing but you felt the need to attend a muggle school before graduating. It would be your 6th year if you didn’t leave. Your parents were so glad to have you back, you could spend everyday together. They didn’t have the chance to see you grow, at least they will be by your side for the rest of your school years. You missed them too and the friends you’ve lost since you left for Hogwarts.

You used to meet up with your old friends from elementary school when you came back home for holidays but after your 3rd year you stopped talking to each other. No particular reason, it’s normal for friends to drift away without realising it. According to your parents, they didn’t live here anymore so you surely had no one familiar to look forward to.

The day to go to school quickly came. You wore your Gryffindor scarf around your neck, it felt weird not wearing your usual robe that you were so fond of. Well there’s always Haloween for that, don’t worry. Your wand was inside your right boot, there was a risk of it breaking but you took it anyway. You weren’t going to leave the wand alone at home, that’s way more dangerous than having it with you.

You made your way through the hallway, girls and boys stepping aside for you to walk pass them. You didn’t really pay attention to their looks of jealousy and admiration since you were too caught up in the thought of your backpack being heavy. You didn’t really need to carry a bag at Hogwarts so this was new to you as well. Seojun, who was munching on his milk bread, wondered what all this fuss was about.

“Did you see the new girl?”

“Yeah, she is really pretty!”

New girl? He got his hopes up at the mention of a new student. He had been waiting for a girl who would finally interest him, could this be his lucky day? Nah, he told himself to not overreact but when he saw you, oh god, butterflies. His stomach did a double back flip twice. You were for sure the prettiest girl he had laid his eyes on.

He complained to his mom yesterday about not liking anyone from school, coincidence? I think not.

He rushed to you, fashion model catwalk and hands in his pockets. “Hello there,” he smirked at your surprised face. Well, you didn’t expect anyone to talk to you that fast. You got nervous because someone talked to you, that someone was a guy, a really tall and handsome guy. You managed to greet him back, your hands gripping tightly on your backpack, which seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Seojun obviously noticed how uncomfortable you were and got the backpack off your shoulders in order to slide it to his shoulder, “Let me help.”

Taken aback by his kindness, you stopped walking. Seojun panicked when he didn’t see you walking beside him, too afraid that he invaded your personal space. He needed to play it cool though.

“Oh right, I didn’t introduce myself,” he turned to you and gave you a small smile, “Han Seojun.”

You stepped closer to him, shaking the hand he had out for you, “Y/N L/N.”

“Nice scarf, by the way.” You thanked him with a shy grin. The scarf meant a lot more to you than he knew and you didn’t expect anyone to compliment you on it. Everyone was more focused on your face but he wasn’t and that was what made him stand out. You led the way, letting him carry your bag until you reach your classroom.

“My desk is that one in the back. No one is sitting on my right so,” He winked at you as he handed you your bag. You thought that wink was the hottest and cutest thing combined. You were too affected by it to hear the teacher entering and calling your name, “Y/N?”

Your head snapped at the teacher’s direction, your cheeks turning pink. Seojun chuckled at you, he noticed the affect his wink had on you and noted to try it again later.

You ended your speech, everyone clapped and told you how pretty you looked. You sat in the back, next to Seojun. You turned to look at him, only to find him looking at you already. “What?”

He shook his head and looked at the board ahead of him. There was just something different about you, he could feel it. He wanted to find out what that something was and get to know you better. Great, you’re stuck with a goofy simp.

You found yourself falling for him and you started pushing him away once you realised. Dating a muggle was something that you never had to worry about but now you were stressing over it. It wasn’t like he liked you back, he had a lot of people that would love to hang out with him but he chose you. He walked you home almost everyday, he ate lunch with you, he bought you snacks and he was always by your side. These were enough to assume that he had a crush on you.

You looked at him as he fooled around with Chorong in the hallway. You definitely have a crush on this boy too but you were scared at the thought of dating him. You were different from others and dating a muggle was more difficult than it sounded.

You needed to know if he really liked you though. The question was bothering your chest, maybe because you liked him a lot. You dragged him away from his friends, finding somewhere quiet to talk.

“What are you doing?” Seojun raised an eyebrow at you. You never approached him so it felt weird, he always talked to you first. Let’s just say his heart was about to explode. You slammed him on the wall, making his eyes widen. He couldn’t have done something to make you mad. Then why did you seem mad?

Your expression softened, realising that you didn’t dragged him here to use avada kedavra on him but to ask him if he liked you.

“Do you like me?” You looked into his eyes, watching him relax as the question fell out of your mouth.

“You scared me, I thought I did something wrong!” He let out a sigh of relief and placed a hand on his heart. You must have been a little intimidating but you couldn’t help it. The whole thought of liking and dating him had been eating you away for some weeks now. You were angry at the fact that you couldn’t be completely open with your significant other. That’s why you avoided him, you didn’t want to have feelings for him.

“And yes, I like you,” he admitted as if it wasn’t a big deal. With your assumptions proved right, you turned to leave. One part of you wanted to stay and ask him out but the othert told you to run away. However, Seojun stopped you from doing so, “I know you don’t like me back but you shouldn’t just leave like that.”

You froze and turned to face him. He really thought that you didn’t like him, that was your plan anyway. You managed to keep your feelings to yourself but it didn’t feel right. Pushing all of the fears and doubts aside, you impulsively decided to tell him how you felt too. It would only be fair if you were as honest as you could be with him, “I actually like you too.”

He didn’t believe what he heard. All the time you pushed him away, told him to leave you alone and not bother you meant that you liked him? He didn’t understand other people’s feelings anyway but that was far away than what your actions told him.

You started dating, spending more time together. Dating him wasn’t as hard as it seemed before, he was a gentleman after all. Your worries grew bigger though, what if he found out that you were a witch? What if he found out and break up with you? You had to push those thoughts away to be able to enjoy time with him. You should focus on him, you will worry when the time comes.

You were walking home from school, hand in hand. You were talking about your day and how boring classes were when you heard a cat meowing. You tried to find where the sound came from. Seojun nudged your side and pointed at a tree near you, a white cat was stuck on a branch. “Should we call-”

“Don’t bother, I can save it,” Seojun walked to the tree with you following behind him. When he was about to climb up the tree, you grabbed his shoulder, “It’s dangerous, you will get hurt.”

“it’s okay, I got it,” he started climbing up the tree, which was a kinda tall one. As he was about to grab the branch, his other hand slipped. You were prepared with your wand behind your back, there was no way he would climb up there safely.

“Arresto Momentum!” You yelled out with your wand in hand. Seojun was prepared to hit the ground but he didn’t feel anything. He opened his eyes to see that the ground was a few inches away from him. “I got it my ass,” you let him down slowly, making sure to not hurt him. Seojun’s eyes were wide open and they landed on the wand in your hand. “How did you do that?”

“I am a witch,” you straight up told him. There was no point in finding excuses, he saw everything after all. As he took his time to process what you said, you rescued the cat using your wand.

“A w-witch?” He didn’t say anything for a long time so you expected him to run away but you were far wrong from it.

“That’s so cool! Can you teach me too?” He stood up from the ground and ran to you. You chuckled at him, relieved that he wasn’t weirded out or frightened by you. You had been worrying for nothing. “I can’t teach you dumbo, I can tell you about the world of magic though.”

He nodded his head enthusiastically and sat under the tree that the cat was stuck on a few minutes ago. You sighed and sat down, this was going to be a long evening.

“Letters to attend Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry are sent to kids who are considered magical when they reach the age of 11. Neither my mother or my father are wizards so we were really confused when I received mine. They were reluctant to let me go there but I ended up going. I don’t regret it even though I spent all my years there apart from holidays, I learnt a lot.”

Seojun was carefully listening at you, curious about the new world he had learned about. “You lived there?”

“Yes, Hogwarts is divided into 4 houses. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I am a Gryffindor!” You smiled proudly at the memories with your friends and all the wins in Quidditch your house had got. “Each house has its own colour, animal and values.”

“Which house would I be in?” Seojun asked you, the excitement in his eyes was so clear. You had known him for a while now and you have thought about his Hogwarts house a lot. “Most likely Hufflepuff,” even though you weren’t the sorting hat, you were sure Hufflepuff would be his house. “It values loyalty, justice, patient and hard work. Its colours are canary yellow and black.”

“I would love to go to Hogwarts, it sounds like an amazing place!”

“It really is. There is also Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. Diagon Alley is a shopping area. There are restaurants, shops and you can get all the supplies you need for Hogwarts from there. Hogsmeade is a village, where we go for our school trips. It has everything your stomach desires! I love the sweets there.” You laughed at the memory of one of your friends stuffing their mouth with sweets from Zonko’s Joke and having a stomachache the next day.

“Do you think I can go there?” He asked definitely hoping for a positive answer. He sulked as you shook your head, “Muggles are not allowed.”

“Muggles?” He frowned at the foreign word, liking the way it sounded.

“Normal people, we call you muggles.”

“Aren’t you a muggle too?” His question brought back the memories of others asking you if you were a muggle born. You sometimes envied halfbloods and purebloods. They didn’t have to get teased for being who they are. “I am considered a muggle born.”

He stayed silent as he noticed your change in mood, he will remember to question you later. He desperately tried to find something else to ask so you wouldn’t be thinking about it any longer.

“Do you really fly with brooms?” He was pretty sure that the flying broomsticks was a myth but he couldn’t find something better to ask. Better laugh at him than being upset.

“Yeah, they didn’t let us transport with them in school.” He widen his eyes, so it wasn’t a myth? He was shocked that people for once were right for something they hadn’t seen.

“What a bummer, I bet it would be nice to move around in a broom.” He won’t tell you but he used to ride brooms when he was little, pretending that he was flying. You agreed with him, it would make your feet hurt less for sure. “Can you show me a spell?”

“Someone might see, idiot!” you reminded him and playfully smacked the back of his head. There was no doubt that if he was a wizard, he would have been caught by muggles.

“Right... tell me about your favourite spells then,” he still wanted to learn about spells even though you couldn’t perform them.

“Well I have a lot. There is Lumos, a charm that illuminates the tip of the caster's wand, allowing the caster to see in the dark. There is also the levitation spell, a charm used to make objects fly. I like amortenia, it’s not a spell but a potion. It’s a love potion and it smells differently to people according to who they are attracted to.” You felt so proud being able to explain so much about magic. When you first started learning, you never imagined you would be explaining these to someone.

“Can you make the potion? So we can smell each other...” You laughed at his ears getting red. “I don’t think we need it but I can try,” you caressed his cheek as he blushed more.

“Can I see your wand?” You nodded and handed him your wand. You wouldn’t give it to anyone but you trusted him enough to not break it, he isn’t Ron Weasley. “Do you need wands to cast spells?”

“Not really. However, casting a spell without a wand requires a lot more concentration so we use wands a lot.” You remembered the time when you tried to cast a spell without your wand and made everyone in the room disappear. You never tried it again.

“Are you really fine with me being a witch?” You asked him as he handed you back your wand. He gave you a small smile, “Of course, why would I not be?”

“I don’t know...”

He really liked you, the fact that you were a witch wouldn’t stop him from being with you. “If anything, I like you more now!”

You held his hand and you both stood up to leave. In the end, you had nothing to worry about. He still liked you the same, no changes in his behaviour. Loving this certain muggle definitely made your life easier.

“Do you think our kids will get their letters for Hogwarts?”

“Probab- OUR WHAT?”

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-Opposites- Peter Parker x Female Reader

☼-☪-☼

Kody: sassy reader for the win

Movie/Show: Spider-Man: Homecoming / Infinity war / Endgame

Request: hi, how are you? i hope everything is okay! it's ok if i ask for some peter×reader where the reader is all sass and peter is all shy and cute maybe? idk, don't really have something specific in mind, but i really like your writing thank you! 💕 @loudbluepancake

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, puke/throwing up/vomit, angst because i suck, Peter being to innocent for his own good

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people always say opposites attract. That two completely different people could cherish each other. You didn’t really believe in such superstitions for most of your life. That was until you met Peter Parker in chemistry class, it was like your whole idealism was thrown into orbit.

it was sophomore year and you despised anything science related. Mostly because you sucked at it- okay that’s the only reason. Your teacher had issued some work packet, about six pages to be finished by the end of class. The urge to throw yourself out the window was growing by the second.

you guessed your internal struggle became visible at one point because you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

your head snapped to the left like an owl, startling the brown haired boy in front of you “What?” you said rather harshly due to your stress. He purses his lips together, contemplating whether it was a good idea to come over to you after all, he just had to listen to Ned.

he holds out his hand, offering it for her to shake with a nervous smile “I’m Peter- uh Peter Parker. I saw you were um- struggling? I can help” he says, stumbling over his words a bit, something he usually did. You eyed him up and down, noting his nervous stature.

narrowing your eyes for a second, you sigh “Yeah clearly. I’d appreciate that. I’m Y/n by the way” you reach and grab his hand, shaking it twice before letting go. “Pretty- i mean your name is pretty. Sorry” he apologized quickly. Watching him trip over himself was kinda funny.

“Well i hope i don’t look ugly either” you said, a small grin on your face as his drops to a worried look. “No!-” he exclaims, earning a harsh shoosh from the teacher in front of the classroom and a few weird stares at his outburst. Peter takes notice and smiles nervously around the room.

he turns to look at you and sighs “That was joke wasn’t it?” his face scrunches up. He looked cute that way “Yeah, but i would actually like your help” you admit with a half smile. He blinks mindlessly for a moment before exhaling deeply “Alright”

and that’s how it started

☼-☪-☼

six months later

after your quick encounter, would would always bug Peter on chemistry work when it didn’t make sense to you, so most of the time. “I- I’m busy Y/n” he spoke, not looking in your direction “With what?” you asked, not believing him in the slightest. He was such a bad liar.

his hands clench a bit as he crosses his arms “I’m going out of town for a bit” he says and Ned nods along with him. Ned didn’t look like he was lying, so you figured he was in the dark too? Unfortunately you were a hot head “when you want to buck up and tell me the fucking truth, delete my number”

Peter looks up at you, his mouth opening to say something. He wanted to say something, anything really, but he knew he couldn’t. How was he supposed to say he was going to Germany to fight Captain America with Tony Stark. Oh yeah he was also Spider-Man!, but he really wanted too.

his mouth closed and you took that as your cue to leave. Turning on your heels, you walk towards the door of the classroom “Y/n!” Peter calls out, but instead of turning round you lift your hand up and flip him off. As you walk out the door Peter drops his head onto the table.

“That girl has too much sass for her own good” Ned says, Peter just folded his arms and sighs, but he did agree. You on the other hand were huffing and puffing as you walked out, trying to calm yourself down and convince yourself that Peter blowing you off shouldn’t hurt as much as it did.

☼-☪-☼

two weeks later

you were sitting at your desk looking at your chemistry textbook and taking notes. The truth was you had been taking Peter’s study techniques to heart and were actually passing because of it. You had just gotten so used to Peter coming over to help you study for tests that you assumed he’d be there.

maybe it was selfish of you too expect him to bend to your will, but he was your only friend other then Ned and Maybe Michelle, but she was more of a loner at the moment, but she’d come around. You liked watching him teach you because he was confident in the way he spoke.

but you loved his shy side, because you could get an reaction out of him by anything you said- that sounded more mean then it should. You were brought back to reality once you hear your cat meow next to you, since they were sitting on your desk.

“Do you think he has a girlfriend and that’s why he blew me off?” you ask your furry fellow who nuzzles it’s head into your hand. “It’s not like i would care if he had a girlfriend. We don’t even like each other like that” you shrug your shoulders, the words not feeling right as you say them.

“Are you talking to your cat?”

“What the fuck!” you shout and jump out your chair to face your window. Perched on the windowsill was a guy in a red and dark blue spider suit. Spider-Man. He raises his hands up in defense, almost falling back out the window “Okay okay, maybe i should have knocked” he joked.

was he- making jokes?

you turn to your desk and grab from the stack of textbooks, chemistry. You chuck it at him and he catches it “Yeah that’s not gonna work” he says with an amused laugh, but it’s cut short s you throw your english book next and it hits him straight in the head.

“Ow! What is your problem?!” he shouts and throws your books onto your bed. You deadpan and gesture to the room “Your in a 15 year old girls room you fucking creep!” you shout back. “If it makes you feel any better i’m also 15!” he says, dodging more flying books and throwing them on the bed.

“It doesn’t dipshit, your still a man!”

“Okay okay, i’m sorry!” he apologizes, letting out a groan as he grabbed his his side. You narrow your eyes and drop the book you were holding “What’re you hurt or something?” you question, He lets out a small laugh “Ran into a mugger on the way here- i mean i live around here”

“Right and you stopped by my room because?” you say, not fully trusting spider boy over here. “I heard you talking to yourself- well cat and thought you needed some company” he shrugs. At this point you thought he was either a creep or a really nice dumb guy.

“Why were you talking to your cat. Don’t have friends?” he said and you life up the book again to throw it at him “No no no i mean like you seem like a nice gal, so i assumed you would have friends?” he quickly mustered up the words. You roll your eyes “Nice save” you say before sitting on your bed.

“I have three, one is busy with crime documentaries, one is building legos, and i’m not talking to the third” a frown overtook your face. Spider-man stepped through the window and sat down, leaning against the wall “What’s the reason?” he said, sounding unsure if that made sense.

“He’s a dick and lied to me” you reply, hoping off the bed to sit on the floor, but still lean against the wooden frame of said bed. “How do you know he lied?” Spider-man questioned “He shoves his hands under his armpits and doesn’t make eye contact with me. He’s also just a shit liar”

Spider-man went silent after that, mumbling something to himself before eventually speaking up “Maybe he had a good reason?” he said and you rolled your eyes. “I told him everything about myself and he lied to me. Maybe everyone else was right”

“Everyone else?”

“Most of our other classmates and people in our year in general think i’m obnoxious, loud, and just overall an overbearing attitude. Ned, my other friend just calls it sass.” cracking a smile, you advert your eyes to your hands to mindlessly pick at your nails.

you weren’t able to see as Spider-man’s fist clenched before sighing “Does he know about what they say about you?” he asked, already knowing the answer “Nah” you shake your head “I didn’t want to worry ‘bout lil old me. I guess someone got to him”

“I don’t think that’s true”

“How so spidey?”

“If i was your friend i’d never believe what other people say about you. You don’t seem obnoxious” he says. That was kind ff sweet of him “Well you don’t seem like the kind of guy to fight Captain America, plus some other avengers but i saw the news yesterday”

he reached behind to scratch the back of his clothed neck “That’s on the news already?” he asked. You lift your head and nod “Yeah dude, some people stayed back and recorded it i guess” you shrug, thinking that was a plausible answer. “Aw man” he whines, making you chuckle.

“I think you held your own for a good amount of time. i would have probably died, but i can’t shoot webs out my wrist so it only makes sense” you wave your hands a bit “Hey! i also have enhanced strength, reflexes, and speed. I’m amazing” he gloats.

“Alright Spider boy don’t let that go to your big head”

“It’s Spider-man, thank you very much” he replies with as much sass “I’m already rubbing off on you, get out of here before you become my clone” you joke, standing off the ground, Spider-man doing the same. You saw his mask move as he laughed a bit.

“I should get home and you better call your friend, even if it’s just yell. I’m sure he’d want to hear your voice after how long?” he asked, going over to the window “Two weeks” you say, stepping towards him “Yeah he definitely misses you. See you around”

“yeah yeah i will. See you round Spidey. Get that rib checked out by the way” you point at him in a mock scolding tone. He shakes his head “I will too, bye” and with that he fell back out the window. You went over and looked at the sidewalk just as he swung passed you.

he waves and you do too before shutting the window. What a weird dude. You look back at your desk and spot your phone “Dammit” you mumble and walk over slowly, like the device was going to jump out and bite your damn finger off. Once your close you grab your phone and swipe up, unlocking it.

you click on the green phone button. It opens up and you click contacts until you see ‘P.B Parker’ it was funny at the time you made it, now it seemed stupid. fuck, why did this seem so hard all of the sudden? You quickly click the call button before your mind could make you pussy out.

it rang once, then twice.. “Hello?” you press the phone to your ear, feeling nerves nip at your skin “Hey Parker” you say and it went silent for a few moments “It’s- uh It’s nice to hear your voice, i thought you’d ignore me forever” he says with a nervous laugh.

“Nah, i don’t have enough friends to do that. What were you really doing the past two weeks?” you ask, hoping to get straight answer from him “I was working with Tony Stark, i got an internship with him. I wanted it to be a surprise” he said. “Now i feel like a bitch”

“Don’t- i. I should have said something. I don’t like when your mad at me Y/n. It’s both scary and depressing” he admits, which made your chest feel a bit warm “It’s because i’m so amazing i know” you reply, making him chuckle “Yeah, you are”

you two ended up talking on the phone for hours about nothing and everything. He seemed more confident in the way he spoke as well, but you will always like the shy side of him. It was also the night you figured out you liked your best friend.

☼-☪-☼

one month later

“Hey guys, Peter’s in his room. I’m making turkey meatloaf” May says as she steps aside so you and ned could come through. May wraps her arms around you and squeezes you tightly “May. Losing. Oxygen. Tell my mom. I love her” you say dramatically and she laughs, letting go.

you smile as she kisses your forehead before going back to the kitchen “Five bucks says she burns it” Ned says and you nod, shaking his hand. Both you and Ned walk into Peter’s room, not bothering to knock because you both suck “Where the hell is he?” Ned asked and you shrug.

“May said he was here, so she probably doesn’t know he’s out. I’m not snitching’” you raise your hands, pushing the door a bit with your foot. Ned rolls his eyes and goes over to Peter’s bed placing the box of legos down “I’ll call him” he says and you nod, taking a seat at his desk.

Ned lifts his phone to his ear and you could hear as it rang a rang, but Peter never picked up “I’ll text him were here and i guess will wait?” he says, unsure. You shoot him a shrug “Whatever you want to do dude” you reply. Ned sighs as he texts rapidly on his phone before looking at you.

“What?”

“You are no help sometimes, you know?”

“Fully aware. Now let’s build that death star thing to rub it in his face” you suggest, going over to sit next to Ned “It’s just death star” he says and you roll your eyes this time “Yeah whatever. Now open it up before i put legos in your shoe”

☼-☪-☼

a couple hours later

“I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like, but damn that’s cool” you say, looking at the fully built death star in the hands on Ned “Yeah! We have to take a picture for Peter-” Ned stopped talking as you both heard the window to the left of you both.

you tilted your head to watch as the the similar figure wearing red and dark blue suit clung onto the wall. What. The. Fuck!? Both you and Ned are stunned into the silence at the fact that Spider-man just crawled through your best friends room.

was this a normal thing for him?

you were just beginning to process what was happening until Spider-man reached up to grab his mask and rip it off his head. You should have looked away, but you didn’t and what you saw some reason made you feel sick. The dorky face of Peter Parker.

what

the

fuck

Peter slowly crawled across the ceiling until he was a few feet to the right of his door. He lifts his arm and shoots a web, slowly pulling it closed. Once he could no longer do that, his feet detached from the ceiling and he was dangling by one arm for a second until that detached as well.

he went to the door and used his hand to fully shut it, letting out a deep sigh. He turns around and his whole body freezes up, his brown eyes going back and forth between you and Ned. Ned drops the death star, causing it too crash onto the floor and break apart. Damn-

Ned stood up abruptly while you looked around, reaching for the trash can beside his bed. You grab it and release the lunch you had earlier in it. “What was that?!” May called from the kitchen. Peter looked back and the door with a worried look “UH! Nothing! Nothing!” he shouts back.

he looked back at Ned, who looked like he was bubbling with questions already “Your the Spider-man, from youtube” he breathes out. Peter pats his chest as his suit deflates around him. You look up for a moment, wiping your mouth to see Peter just in his boxers. “I’m not. I’m not” Peter repeats

fuck, Shit, Damn-

emotions were everywhere at the moment. Wait did he have abs!? “You were on the ceiling you dipshit!” you shout at him, pointing up with your finger. Peter looks like he’s about to implode “NO i wasn’t. Guys what’re you doing in my room?!”

is he- trying to- turn this on you guys?

“May let us in. You said we were going to finish the death star?!” Ned explains hastily. “You can’t just bust into my room!” Peter shoust back just as the door opens, causing him to stand next to Ned as smoke came filing into the room. Jesus, was the house on fire- oh nevermind.

damn you owned Ned five bucks. May came in laughing to herself “That turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Lets go to dinner. Thai? Ned, Y/n you wan’t Thai?” she says, reaching up to take the clip out of her hair. Ned smiles “Yeah actually-”

“No he’s got a thing”

“A thing to do after” Ned corrects, smiling nervously as May looked at you, waiting for your answer “I just puked in this trash can so” you say simply making May’s face become worried “Okay, i’ll go get some stomach medicine” she says, grabbing for the handle

“Maybe put on some clothes”

Peter purses his lips together and grabs a grey sweatshirt off his desk chair quickly. May smiles and closes the door, Peter going back to standing in front of both of you. Ned raises his hand gesturing to the door “Oh! She doesn’t know!” Ned says.

Peter sighs before turning back to ned. “No, nobody knows. Well Mr. Stark knows, but that’s because he made my suit, but that’s it” he explains, showing his arms through the sleeves of the sweatshirt. “Tony Stark made you that? Are you an avenger?” Ned says in pure disbelief.

Peter’s mouth went agape for a moment until his head did that cute, stupid little nod thing “Yeah basically” he says, shrugging his shoulders. Ned dramatically leaned against the bunk bed “Oh Jeez” Peter went to stand directly in front of him. You finally stood up and stood next to Ned

“Dude, you guys can’t tell anyone about this. You gotta keep this a secret” he says in a hushed tone. This is a first seeing him so serious “A secret, why?” Ned says and you facepalm next to him “Seriously?” you say, whacking Ned’s arm. who swats your hand away.

Peter’s voice suddenly got very high in pitch “You know what she’s like. If she finds out people are trying to kill me every single night, she’s not going to let me do this anymore” he says, gesturing to the door every couple words. “Come on Ned please” Peter begs.

“Okay, okay, okay, kay I’m gonna level with you.I don’t think i can keep this a secret ” he says and Peter sighs, turning his head away “This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me” he says. He acted like he just found out that he himself was Spider-man instead of Peter.

“May can not know. I can not do that to her right now, you know?. With everything that’s happened with her I- please” he pleaded his case once more, his voice cracking a bit. It would have pained you to see him like that a little more if the urge to strangle him wasn’t there.

“Okay”

“Just swear it okay, both of you”

“I swear” Ned says and Peter looks at you. “Yeah i swear, for May’s sake” you make sure to point out you were still pissed at him. “Thank you” Peter says anyway. “Okay” you shrug your shoulders. Peter ran a hand through his hair “I can’t believe this is happening right now”

“Is the internal freakout kicking in Spidey?” you say with a small grin on your face. “Can i try the suit on?” Ned asked “No“ both you and Peter say at the same time. “How does it work? Is it magnets?” How do you shoot the strings?” Ned kept the questions rolling.

Peter grabbed his arm, leading him towards the door “I’mma tell you this at school tomorrow okay?” he said and Ned nods as Peter grabs the door handle “Great. Wait ” Ned says and they both stop at the door. Did he forget about you. “How do you do this and the Stark internship” he asks.

wow

Peter gives him a strange look “This is the Stark internship” he says and Ned smiles, nodding “Oh” Peter shakes his head and shoves Ned through the door “Just get out” he says and shuts it. He turns his back and leans against it, exhaling deeply.

you take a seat on his bed and grab your black sneakers so you can slip them on. “What’re you doing?” Peter asked, pushing himself off the door “Leaving. What does it look like genius?” you snap at him as you stand up once more “But May said she’d bring you some-”

“I’ll tell her i’m fine. I just want to go home” you say and go to grab your bag off the floor when Peter shoots a web at it, pulling it towards him “I know your mad at me” he says “Oh so he is a genius, what do you want? a cookie. Give me my bag Peter” you say bitterly.

“I wanted to tell you, i really did. Especially after that night in your room-”

“Don’t even bring that up”

“Y/n please, just let me and explain” he begs as you walk towards him and go for the handle, but he shoots a web onto it before you can even touch it. You sigh and look at him with a glare “Fine” you submit and he nods, dropping your bag beside him.

“I was a normal kid my whole life and then my world was flipped over. I could do things no one else could and it was awesome, but i knew i couldn’t tell anyone but at the same time i knew i could help people. So i did and it became my new normal”

you listened quietly, trying not to give off any emotions or whatever “then six months ago i met a girl who couldn’t do her chemistry work, so much so that she was breaking her pencil and didn’t even notice. Everyone calls her obnoxious and full of attitude, but i think she’s perfect”

“Are you flirting with me Peter?” you asked and he smiles sheepishly “No- well yes, but i’m trying to tell you i like you. Like- like like you” he said then immediately averted his eyes away from you. “Oh” you breathed out, in shock yourself.

“Yeah”

a few moments went by and both of you didn’t say a word, just stared at each other awkwardly. Peter seemed to become antsy by the second because out of nowhere he grabs your face with both of his hands, planting his lips on yours. It took you a second, but you kissed him back.

wait

pushing him away, you wipe your mouth “Peter i just puked in your trash can dumbass!”

☼-☪-☼

two years later / senior year

“I fucking hate bridges” you groan, slumping down into your seat. Field trips sucked ass, especially when you had to drive over a bridge. “You’ll be fine” Peter reassures, wrapping an arm around you. You narrow your eyes and look at him “When we drive off this bridge and die. I’m blaming you”

Peter shook his head before his face dropped and he looked at his arm. The hairs on his arm standing up. He takes his arm from around your head and places his hand over the hairs, causing your head to fall back “Ow. What the hell Peter?” you glare,

you sit up in your seat and spot what he’s looking at. Oh aliens- that’s fucking great. Wait your boyfriend is a superhero “Peter” you say, but he looks at the back of the bus before reaching in the front to tap Ned in the face. Ned takes out his earbud and looks back at him.

“Hey Hey. I need you to cause a distraction”

“Ned don’t” You say, but it’s too late, Ned spots the spaceship, his face lighting up “Holy shit. We’re all gonna die!” he shouts, getting the attention of everyone on the bus. “Peter” you say again. Everyone gets out there seats and strats to crowd the back of the bus. “It’s a spaceship!”

Peter reaches into his backpack and pulls out his web-shooter, slapping it on his wrist. It connects automatically. He points it out the window on the other side of the bed and shoots a web at the latch, pulling it open. You grab his arm, finally catching his attention “Peter for fucks sake think about this”

“It’ll be fine. I always come back, you know this. I’ll see in a couple hours okay?” Peter flashes you a smile. You sigh and nod “Fine, come back soon” you say and he nods, leaning down to peck your lips. “I Love you, bye” he spoke quickly before launching himself out the window.

he had never said i love you before

☼-☪-☼

you were at home, religiously watching the news on your phone, switching to other channels if they didn’t have any view of Peter. Speaking of Peter, he was currently holding onto Doctor Strange as something was beaming it up “Peter just let go” you say to yourself.

but you knew he wouldn’t

you watched as the light post that was keeping him down was ripped out the earth and your boyfriend shot through the air, leaving earth with that spaceship. He was gone, but he would come back. That’s what he told you. Like she had been watching herself Mj’s contact appeared on your phone.

scrambling across your bed, you grab your phone, answering it “Y/n” she says before you have a chance to explode on her “He’s gone Mj What am i supposed to do?” you say, your words breaking like you had forgotten how to speak. Mj waits a few seconds before responding.

“He’ll be back. No get some rest it’s late will meet at the cafe next to your house with Ned”

☼-☪-☼

two days later

“Y/n, you looked like you haven’t slept” Ned points out, causing you to send a glare his way “Yeah no shit, my boyfriend is in fucking space and i haven’t seen him for two days, but yeah thanks for pointing that out dickwas” you snap, leaning back in your chair.

Ned purses his lips and looks around, begging for Mj to show up with your drinks already. “He’s my friend too, my best friend. I’m scared, but you know Peter. He’ll be back” he says. You look at him and sigh “Yeah i’m sorry Ned” you say and reach across of the table, opening your hand.

Ned takes your hand into his and you smile “You guys having a seance without me or something?” you both turn your heads to see Mj standing in front of the table. She places the drinks down, one in front of you and one in front of Ned. “God, did we have to chose a table outside it’s hella freezing”

you laugh at Mj’s comment “I needed the fresh air. My room smells like depression and doritos” you say, making Mj snicker this time. You lift up your drink and look at Ned who is frozen in fear. “Ned” you say, placing your cup down.

Ned doesn’t say a word, only lifting his finger, pointing at something between you and Mj, who had taken a seat next to you. Both you and Mj turn around to see people- people turning into dust and floating away like a old dandelion you blew to make a wish on as a kid.

Mj’s eyes widen “We have to go!” she shouts and just as you were both ready to take off- “Guys” you both turn to look at Ned. He’s staring at his hand, watching as he came apart and floated away “Ned!” you shout and jump out the seat, going over to him.

Mj grabs his hand, but he goes right through it. You can see her eyes watering, you can’t remember ever seeing her cry before “Ned, it’s going to be okay” she says. “I- i feel weird” Ned spoke. You both lift him out the chair, but it’s too late. The last bit of him had flown away.

“Oh god” Mj spoke, looking at her own hands, she was fading away as well. You grabbed her shoulders, both of you in tears at this point “Mj you can’t leave me, okay? That’s not how this friendship works. Your to stubborn for this bullshit” you spoke through sobs.

Mj’s knees buckled under her and you fell with her. As soon as her lower legs touched the ground she was gone. You didn’t know what to do, your best friends and vanished in front of your eyes. Like you were on autopilot, you grab your phone from your pocket and click the phone icon.

‘P.B Parker’ you click the call button and it goes straight to voicemail

“Please leave a message after the tone”

‘beep’

“Peter. Ned and Mj vanished into thin air and i don’t know what to do. Your usually the logical one and- fuck Peter why did you leave. I’m so scared and all i can think about is how you told me you loved me on the bus, you really know how to make an exit”

as you spoke you saw your hand beginning to fade as well “shit- I love you too Peter Parker” your boyfriend would never hear that message.

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titan (sorry in advance)

Peter Parker clung onto Tony “I don’t wanna go” he kept repeating like he could convince the stones to let him stay.

“I don’t wanna go Mr. Stark”

“Please”

Peter fell, taking Tony with him “Y/n- find her and make sure she’s alright please. I should have stayed with her- i-” Peter was choking on his words “I’ll find her kid” Tony assures him and Peter cracks a small smile, before looking Tony in the eyes.

“I’m Sorry”

and the universe lost Spider-man

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23 days later

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to earth” Rhodey spoke as pictures of the avengers and other people related and were blipped flashed on the screen. “world governments are in pieces and parts that are still working are trying to take a census and it looks like he did-”

Natasha stopped speaking for a moment “he did exactly what he said he was going to do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures” as Nat spoke Tony saw Peter’s face and quickly looked away “Where is he now, where?” he asked.

“We don’t know, he just opened a portal and walked through” Steve replied, leaning against a table. Tony sighs, a bitter smile on his face before his head turns to see Thor sitting away from the rest and points at him “What’s wrong with him?”

“uh he’s pissed. He thinks he failed, which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that going around ain’t there” Rocket chimes in, sitting on the floor. “Honestly, until this exact second i thought you were a build-a-bear” Tony says, point at Rocket.

“Maybe i am”

“We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep space scans and satellites and we got nothing.” Steve admits to the room before looking at Tony “Tony you fought him” he adds. “Who told you that?” Tony asked, holding onto his robe.

“Your a fighter”

“No he wiped my face with a planet while the bleaker street magician gave away the store. That's what happened. There was no fight.” Tony corrected. “Okay” Steve nods, noting Tony’s agitated behaviour. “Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

Tony shakes his head “Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming.” he says. He was starting to act like a child. Steve sighs “ Tony, I'm gonna need you to focus.” he says, trying to calm him down.

but Tony’s anger was already bubbling up and ready to boil over “and I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” he asked, standing up from the table. He reaches into robe and pulls out a camera and a cellphone. “I need you too watch this and listen”

“What is this?” Steve asked, looking at the tables contents. “Oh you know just some things i asked Happy to grab from Peter’s apartment. Let’s have a look shall we?” Tony said. Everyone in the room looked tense at the mention of his name.

“Friday play the video on the screen” Tony instructs as he steps back. Everyone turns towards the screen and the first thing they see is Peter, laying on his bed with a smile. He turns the camera and shows you peacefully sleeping on his chest, wearing his shirt.

“Peter if your recording me, i’m going to break that camera” okay maybe you weren’t sleeping. The camera is placed on his chest “You uh- looked cute” he spoke and you shook your head, leaning up to kiss him, it only lasting a couple seconds. “Friday pause” Tony says.

“Why are you showing us this?” Steve asked, but his questioned went unanswered. “That right there is Y/n L/n. B to C student at Midtown high, only child and all that. She was also the kid’s girlfriend for three years. He told me to find her and i did”

“Friday play the security footage outside of Steamin’ mugs cafe” Tony says, Friday replying with a ‘yes boss’ before the footage of you crying on the phone before you vanished into nothing. Natasha looked away, having see that too much for her own good.

“I’m kinda happy for her. At least i didn’t have to tell her i watched him turn to dust in my arms, but you know i got here the last thing she said to him. It’s a real tear jerker. Wanna listen?” Tony says, going over to grab Peter’s phone off the table.

“You made your point Tony” Rhodey says. Tony turns to Steve once again “ I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too’ and guess what, Cap? We lost and you weren't there. This is what we lost. This is who we lost. You didn’t know her, but it matters. It matters is because they’ll never see each other again ”

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five years later

(Kody’s endgame so no death lmao)

everyone was in front of the destroyed base. Thanos was gone and everyone was still around to see it happen (i wish). Doctor Strange has just finished returning everyone to where they belong. “I must say i did not think we would win” he admits.

“Thanks for the optimism buddy” Rocket says, looking up at him. Peter stood up from the rumble he sat on “I need to see someone, can you bring her like- here?” Peter asked Strange, who already knew who he was talking about because- it’s Doctor Strange what do you expect?

he nods and backs away to do his thing.

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you took a large gasp of air as you saw light. What happened? Didn't you just vanish? It was only a second ago. You look around and see people staring at you strangely. “Aw damn my head hurts” you heard Mj groan. You instantly tackle her to the floor “and now it hurts more”

“Yeah cry about it i just saw you vanish”

“I’m here too, ya know?” both of you turn to see Ned and the hug became a group tackle as you both smiled and embraced each other. That was until you were pulled into a orange portal out of nowhere. You end up facing a bunch of rubble and debris.

“What the fuck?! I’m so tired of the super magic bullshit!” you shout.

you turn your head and see a couple of avengers like Captain America, Thor, Hulk, and thor stare at you. You already met Tony. “Hi Mr. Stark’ you say, raising your hand for a awkward wave. Tony smiles and gestures his hand to Peter who was standing, in a new suit might you add and a nervous smile.

you didn’t care much for embarrassment after that and ran towards him, practically leaping into his arms “I’m back” he says, digging his head into your shoulder “Yeah no shit, you went to space you dumbass. I think i called you a hundred times or until my phone died”

Peter let out a breathy laugh as his arms tightened round you “I’m sorry,no more space okay? Just you and me on earth. ” he suggests and you nod “Yeah i like that. About what you said on the bus by the way” you let go a bit to look up at him.

his nervous, shy stature set in quickly “What uh- what about it?” he asked, hoping for a good answer. “i love you too dork” you smile and he sighs “Oh thank god. I was about to dust away again’ he says and you whack him in the arm “What?” he asked, slightly hurt.

“Too soon Peter” you explain and he nods “Right” he says and a silence falls on both of you. Was he going to do anything “Oh my god- Kiss her!” Tony yells from behind you both. Peter’s face flushes in slight embarrassment before he shrugs, grabbing your face.

you both share a sweet kiss, long overdue by the amount of time spent apart. Even if it was just two days and five years to everyone else. Both you and Peter end up spending weeks together, alone just cause you could. You made Peter promise no more space trips and he begrudgingly agrees.

a girl with two much attitude and a boy who was too shy somehow managed up the nerve to talked to said girl. They were polar opposites and some would say completely different people, but they managed to fall in love and make it through anything.

who wouldn’t want love like that

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oooooooooohh nooo thats so cute :(((( what u said abt young eden is so true omgg. they r also def the type of kid that brings stray cats n dogs 2 their home. so evrytime the orphanage carataker hears a meowing or barking inside they r like "gdi eden not AGAIN!!" but it wouldnt stop them lol. they r the type that r immune to scolding. after finishing wth being scolded theyll go back 2 do exactly what they r told not 2 do. oh n also they enjoy rough playing. so on top of being covered in dirt or mud, theyll always have bruises n scratches from getting into fights or just from falling or running around. also they have a habit of like, suddenly disappearing (maybe 2 the forest which makes them hard 2 track).

and lol ye i saw it, it made me go hmmm, a true missed opportunity. eden wouldnt let the chance pass. im manifesting a future update where we could give them oral spiderman style 🙏

a bit off topic but i was wondering if u have any ideas or hcs about eden n baileys relationship/friendship?? idk. eden being slightly aggressive n mad at u after they rescue(???) u from bailey when u miss ur payment kinda throw me off ngl. bc they dont act that way when they rescue you from remys farm or the asylum. like, wtf is going on??? idk. its a bit of head scratcher for me.

Ooooo boy Eden and Bailey's past is something I often think about.

Under a cut for sheer length

Okay so I think they are about the same age (late 20s to early 40s) and that they grew up in the orphanage together.

I think Eden was there since very young/birth, but Bailey came later.

Eden not having sole primary care takers fucked up their socialising skills and they felt more comfortable on their own (read:fear of abandonment).

Bailey I think came from a really abusive impoverished home, and thats what made them obsessed with money. They have a weird vendetta against their birth parents to be 'better' than them.

Eden had a stray dog they cared for, but one day when they were running through the forest, a wolf got at it. Hence their 'non of these would survive in the wild' line at the pet store, and their obvious interest in puppy play.

After that, Eden started to shut off even more, being aggressive with the other kids, until Bailey started hanging out with them.

Bailey was angry to be in an orphanage and could see that Eden obviously wasn't happy, so they sort of gravitated towards each other.

Bailey was also the only other kid that didn't cry when Eden hit them.

They're the only two people that know each other's birthdays, besides anyone who looks at their very real legal documents.

As they hit puberty and start growing, they get competitive. Both are rather controlling, so they make a ton of bets against each other. One of them being who can lose their virginity the fastest.

Eden is rather blunt at asking, scaring a lot of the potential partners off, while Bailey is smoother about it and of course wins the bet.

Some fellow orphans start going missing, making everyone uneasy.

This is also when they start noticing the rampant sexual assualt in town, travelling as two most of the time so they can fight people off easier, if needs be.

Terrible at school. Eden was great at English, decent at history, but good luck making them show up half of the time. Eden had a talent for art, however, particularly carvings.

Bailey was there to socialise and steal lunch money, but they had okay grades.

If this is set in England, they would have gone to a secondary school with a sixth form. This means ages 11-18 as students, and I hc that when they were in year 7 (1st year of secondary) Leighton was in sixth form (years 12 and 13). They did not get along for the brief time they would meet in the halls.

I also think Eden would have dropped out in year 11, at age 16, and probably had an apprenticeship with a woodworking company (explains making the coat rack and love seat).

Bailey starts getting into more and more criminal activities, dragging Eden into them too, until a local crime boss notices them. The boss takes Bailey under their wing, thinking Eden won't be right for the job.

Instead they ask Eden to get a job at the police station and help them get further footholds there, that's how Eden has all of those collars (inspired by that one anon), and possibly their rifle. Alternatively, Eden leaves for the military and comes back later.

It works, and they end up covering a lot of their tracks. It's probably around this point that Landry does a few smaller jobs around the place and starts hearing about the Boss' new protégé.

They both have money now, for the first time in there lives, and this is when their differences start to show.

Bailey wants more and more, where as Eden wants to be comfortable.

Bailey fits into the mobster life fairly easily, but instead of the drugs that a lot of the others peddle, Bailey specialises in extortion and blackmail.

They slowly end up getting quite a few powerful figures under their control, and when the boss dies and Bailey ends up in charge of the money? They buy the orphanage.

I think Bailey might have cared for the orphans at one point, in their own ways, but their greed got the better of them.

Working under the mob and the corrupt police has Eden start to hate and fear the town. The only place they felt safer was the forest - which was full of deadly animals. But Eden could protect themselves now.

Being tall and muscular means that Eden is often sent to intimidate or even physically hurt people, often times getting hurt as well. Not to mention when arresting people, some are rather adverse to going to jail and take stabs at them.

If I go with Eden joining the military, they come home hoping to have a familiar setting calm their nerves, but it doesn't. Working for Bailey to earn money also doesn't help, one job having them break into the police station and setting fire to their files (that's another way Eden could find the collars, think of their old dog, and take them in nostalgia).

Eden cracks when they're asked to kill someone off, only to realise its a kid. That's too far.

They go to Bailey and tell them they're done. They need an out, they're fucking miserable, barely sleeping, constantly anxious, and Bailey tries to convince them to stay at first, before realising that they could lose their best friend once and for all if they force them to stay.

So they start planning together what Eden should do, and eventually come up with the cabin. Bailey has Quinn/their predecessor in their pocket by this point, so some cash and threats have some builders help make it, including running water.

When in town, Eden supplies Bailey with animal furs for custom coats. Bailey gets Eden new books, cans of food, more bullets. And if you miss your payment, Bailey eventually gifts Eden with a spouse.

Eden gets angry if they 'rescue' you from Bailey cause its a reminder of the past they try to avoid, and they take it out on you. Of the fear they had as a young orphan of disappearing, something Bailey is now enforcing on more orphans. They take it out on you because violence has always been a way they've coped.

Occasionally, maybe on one of those birthdays, they sit at the lake and drink some whiskey together. They don't talk about their feelings, they're both too stunted for that. But it's comforting knowing each other is still alive and well.

#degrees of lewdity eden #degrees of lewdity bailey #degrees of lewdity #spill your guts #anonymous

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