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mondaymelon · 6 months

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₊˚ෆ 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔? | lyney, neuvillette, wriothesely x gn!reader

ˋ°•*⁀➷ cw: established relationship, fluffity fluff !! art by @/puna_822 on twitter, edited by me!

⤷ shh!! secret relationships with the fontaine men ₊˚ෆ

— Lyney will keep the secret well, of course. He’s a jack of all trades, and a little bit of misconception is nothing taxing for someone who can trick the eye with just a simple swipe of his hands.

…Though, his personality often brings much more to deal with behind the scenes. His every action is designed as a ruse, trying to draw any and every reaction from you - whether it be making you irritated as can be or practically burning from his smooth words. He’ll at the red on your face with a light smirk gracing his lips. “Embarrassed, now, are we? Mhm, best wipe it off your face though, lest anyone find out~”

Dealing with the magician was a headache. A delightful one, but painful nonetheless. He has a habit of saying whatever he wants, and it doesn’t help that he’s so good at it too. His tongue can twist poems out of thin air, or pickup lines at the drop of a hat. The number of times Lynette had glanced over at you with a concerned gaze was far more than you could count, and it would be only a matter of time before another carefully crafted sentence sent the entire mirage into collapse. The two of you had only decided to keep your relationship private in the first place due to work affairs. It’d just make things more frustrating if people were aware of the connection. In earlier weeks, you had tried to confront the man about the entire predicament, but he had only laughed it off with a shrug of his shoulders and a jesting beam.

“Oh, don’t tell me that the words I tell you every day still make you so flustered? Archons, you really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you? Although, for you, I suppose I’m no different…”

When Freminet had eventually voiced his worries, gently holding your hands and saying, “A-Are you okay? Your face is really red, are you sick? Should I walk y-you home?”, there was no other choice but to shake your head, cover your flushed cheeks as best you could with a hand, and tell a blatant lie that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

There most certainly was, and it was the cat-like man who stood off to the side, a sly smirk on his face and one of his eyes closed in a wink. Not helping, Lyney.

When would the day come for you to be the one to make him flustered? Perhaps it was sooner than you thought, on his opening night for the new season. You weren’t sure if he had expected to see you in the crowd, but as he was performing his wonderous tricks, eyes sweeping over the hundreds present, his shimmering lilac eyes locked onto yours. His professional smile stretched a little wider, and as he pulled a dove out of his hat with a flourish of his arms, beamed. The astonished look on your face was something he’d be sure not to forget.

As soon as the lights dim onstage, he hurries off of it, giving Lynette a quick farewell and combing back his unruly hair with his fingers. He spots you standing by the exit, holding… a bouquet of roses in your arms? They were a beautiful sight, yet paled in comparison to how ethereal you looked in the moment, the spotlights afar illuminating your face with a glow and your eyes sparkling with delight. This always happens when the two of you are alone - he’ll switch from verbal affection to physical, and this time is no exception. He sweeps you into his arms, slotting his lips against yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss that leaves you breathless and red. However, this time, the blush dusting your cheeks is not only on your face but his, as he takes the flowers in his arms with a bright smile.

“For me, love? Come now, I can’t possibly keep how good we are together from everyone else, can I?” ₊˚ෆ

— Neuvillette is… an interesting case. For starters, he’s baffled at the concept of keeping the relationship a secret. Elaborate that you don’t want to ruin his reputation as a perfect, just, and stone-cold judge, and he’ll oblige… reluctantly. He still doesn’t understand - just why can’t he show you how much he loves you in public?

For now, he’ll have to chalk it up as more human affairs that he’s deemed too complicated to figure out. Ground rules have been laid out - no mentioning the relationship, no telling anyone either… not even the melusines, which was a fair case, since they’d be sure to spread the news faster than wildfire. The mortal realm is far more puzzling than it seems, he concludes somberly. An unfamiliar world that was arduous to coexist in. It’ll be alright, though, as long as he can intertwine his fingers with yours and look into your eyes and-

“N- Sir Neuvillette… not here!” You chide quietly, slowly withdrawing your hand from his. His face falls into an instant, brows furrowing. He’ll bite his tongue, for your sake, and remain silent, yet his fingers twitch. Archons, his hands feel so much better when they’re in yours. The man watches with dejected eyes as you whip your head around anxiously, before gesturing for Neuvillette to bend down. He complies, and matches himself to your height, yet immediately pauses any motion as soon as he feels your lips brush against his forehead. You brush a stray lock of his behind his reddened ears, a grin curving on your lips.

“Don’t be too disappointed, okay? I don’t want it to rain on my way back home~” You beam slyly as you lean away, witnessing Neuvillette’s expression undergo several stages - downcast, shocked, flustered… and then a small smile graces his expression.

“I’ll see you when I get home. Don’t wait up for me. The case might run late.” Neuvillette chuckles to himself, straightening his posture as he softly pinches your cheek, laughing at the way you begin to pout. It’s something the melusines told him to do, and he’s glad he listened - your face is soft, and he has to hold himself back from kissing you. He can hear people around the corner, their voices growing closer. “Get home safe.”

“Love?” Whenever the dragon enters home, he’ll call you by the name he’s unable to call you anywhere else - something he loathes with a burning sensation in his chest. “Are you…” His voice fades as he sees you curled up on the couch, eyes closed and chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. Had you tried to stay up for him? Cute. He takes you in his arms and brings you to the bedroom, carefully arranging the pillows and blankets around your sleeping form. You stir in your state, lids slowly fluttering open as you stare at the man above you with drowsy eyes.

“Neuvi?” The use of his nickname makes his heart flutter. It’s utterly incomparable to what you call him at work, “Sir Neuvillette.” Too rigid. You giggle at the sight of him, still half-asleep, and cup his face in your hands. “Welcome home… did I fall asleep? Ah, I’m sorry, I guess I was too tired…?”

The smile on his face won’t leave.

Yes, moments like these allowed him to continue this strange human practice.

He places his hands on yours, reveling in your warmth.

“Sleep, love.” ₊˚ෆ

— Wriothesley’s used to being professional. If he wasn’t, his work would be a lifetime more demanding than it was at the moment - although, perhaps even that’d be easier than keeping himself away from you until watchful eyes are no longer present.

He’s touchy whenever he’s with you. He likes leaning into your figure, even if you’re shorter than him, just to take in the way you embrace him back, but he loves the feeling of your fingers with his even more. It makes him feel… giddy, light, like he could drift away with the slightest breeze.

And that’s an issue. In order for you to remain safe, he’ll have to stay hushed about you being his lover. He’s made enemies, that much is natural. Of course, he’ll comply with your wishes to keep the relationship private. You could tell him to eat dirt and he’d do just that. Things like that are second nature now. Before, he had no trouble lasting weeks, or months in the Fortress of Meropide at once. After all, there was no driving incentive to head back to the city of Fontaine other than greeting the melusines, dropping off official papers, or, his guilty pleasure, ordering bags upon bags of tea from the mainland, so that he’d have more than enough to drink at the fortress. Now that you were here, however, how could he possibly stay away longer than a few days? If your hands in his were what made him float away, your smile brought him back, with a racing heart in his chest and a smile spread across his features. He’d give the world to see your smile, since it was his world. A single laugh from you would cause the background to fade to white, and rouse his heart and face into a flustered mess.

The prisoners notice a difference. Of course, they don’t know who this mysterious person the duke is seeing, but all they know is that they’re certainly working wonders. On miraculous, wondrous days, they'll even catch a glimpse of a smile on his face while he’s sitting at his desk, sifting through paperwork. As time passes, the news only grows more widespread, eventually reaching the ears of the ludex himself. It’s true, there is an apparent change - one that he captures on the duke’s more frequent visits to land. For a while, fables and tales of Wriothelsey’s mysterious lover spread throughout the city from ear to ear in hushed, excited whispers.

He’ll tease you about it, of course, but he’s really just rather intrigued. Has he really changed that much after meeting you? He doesn’t think so, but he wouldn’t put it past himself. “Darling, darling…” He repeats your petname when you don’t immediately react. “Darling, c’mon…” He can feel the pout creeping on his lips.

“Impatient, are we, Wrio?” You sigh as you turn away from your work, and his icy eyes light up in an instant. You stroke your hand through his hair gently, carding your fingers through the soft, dark strands, and you can see the way Wriothelsey simply melts under your touch. “You’ve been seeking me quite often these days, haven’t you?”

Maybe he has changed. Staring up at you with half-lidded eyes and a smile playing on his lips, feeling his ears warm, perhaps that conjecture has been solidified as the truth.

“Is it so wrong to wish for you, darling?”

(a/n) ngl i kinda hate this fanfic. everything about it. everyone seems so ooc and the prompt is barely even mentioned ew ew ew not my best work by far please dont tell me writers block is coming back i hate that big bad scary thing

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 4 months

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Reader receives Carols nudes accidentally

Authors note: First time writing Carol, so hopefully I do her justice

Word count: 628 Part 2

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Carol had finally been convinced, by both you and Kamala, to upgrade her way of communication. Talking through her ship's comms system was tedious at times, and pagers were for emergencies only, so she needed something better. Something more universal and portable. Which is how she ended up with the smartphone she now has.

She has to admit, it's much nicer than a pager. And it makes communication a breeze now. Not to mention everything else it's capable of. She's very thankful Kamala had put in everyone's numbers for her, and that you had helped walk her through setting it up. Without the two of you, she's sure that all this time later she’d still be staring at the blank screen that had greeted her when she first opened the box.

She's currently scrolling through her messages, looking for your conversation specifically, and she smiles once she finds it. She clicks on it, but ponders on what exactly to say. It was normally you that reached out to her first, as she still wasn’t quite used to having the device, but today Carol felt like being the one to reach out and check on you for a change. She had really missed you of late, and didn’t particularly care if that became known to you.

She contemplated on what exactly she wanted to say, but nothing seemed to sound right to her. Part of her isn’t sure why she's so worried about sending something that would be deemed more interesting than the usual text, but then she remembers that it's you and quickly realizes why she feels that the ordinary just simply wouldn’t do.

She sighs and sets her phone down next to her, and runs a hand through her hair as she continues to think. As she does so Goose makes his way into the room and over to the stumped hero. He hops up onto the bed next to her, unknowingly stepping on the phone in the process effectively attaching and sending a photo. This particular one was of Carol nude and all sweaty post workout. Unfortunately the blonde hadn’t noticed as she was too busy racking her brain for a decent way to greet you.

You however had noticed as soon as you received the notification and the sight alone was enough to have your knees wobbling. Carol and you have always had a slightly more than friendly flirtatious relationship, but this, well it had caught you rather off guard. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, because you absolutely did, you just hadn't expected her to be so wordlessly bold.

“Move. I need to text Y/n and you shouldn’t be standing on that anyway” she reprimands as she notices where her alien feline friend is. But as she brushes him aside and picks up her phone she finally becomes aware of what's happened, and she can feel the color drain from her face, “Oh my god, Goose!”

The flerken looks at her nonchalantly as he walks away, clearly having no idea or care of the anxiety he's just caused in the woman. This anxiety only increases when she notices that you're typing out a reply, and she finds herself no longer minding that she was off earth at the moment. Spares her from having to look you in the eye anytime soon after this blunder.

Wow Captain, that's quite a conversation starter.

The color comes back to her face tenfold as her cheeks burn a bright pink, Well, you know I like making an entrance

Mhm, and when will you be making one on earth again?

Carol can feel her pulse race at the question, As soon as I’m needed

I think you're going to be needed tomorrow evening. Wear something nice <3

#carol x y/n #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #carol danvers #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #captain marvel

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mediumgayitalian · 3 months

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“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.

Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”

“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”

Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”

“‘S my last name, Neeks.”

“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”

“Possessive, are you.”

Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’d you dream about, anyway?”

If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”

Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”

“Hey!”

Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.

“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”

Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.

“Yeah, in flip-flops.”

“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”

That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —

“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”

“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”

“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”

“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”

“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”

She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.

“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”

Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.

And, well.

Nico can’t have that.

“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”

“Mm. What else?”

“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”

“No?”

“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”

Will gasps. “Yeah?”

“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”

“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.

“Mhm. My dream come true.”

“That’s your dream?”

“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”

It takes a second for it to sink in.

“Oh, you jackass!”

Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”

“You jerk! I despise you!”

“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”

Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”

“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”

Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”

“…I love you too. Asshole.”

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Calmly [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: PTSD on Eddie's part, mention of insecurity

You smiled as the sound of an unknown song coming from Eddie's stereo filled your ears. You were finishing up washing the dishes you ate on and cleaning up a bit in general, to give your boyfriend some space. All of Hawkins had been affected by the Vecna incident, but you could tell for sure that the person hurt the most both physically and emotionally was Eddie. After getting him out of the Upside Down dying, he was in a coma for a couple of months and when he woke up everything was totally different. Things had gotten so tough that you got to a point where you thought your relationship would end, but with a little effort you managed to move on and find a new dynamic for the two of you.

Part of these changes that existed now was the almost zero verbal communication that Eddie had with you. He had never been quiet at all, he was always loud and loved to attract attention; until now. Now he was silent, reserved, and had nightmares that he never talked about.

Eddie had always been happy to take off his clothes when you were around, the less he wore the better; until now. Now he was hugging himself, adjusting his shirt at all times, and freaking out if even a strip of skin was visible when he bent down or stood up to reach something.

It was like literally another guy had walked out of the hospital the day he was released, but you were willing to go to any lengths to show him that you still loved him and hoped that he still felt the same way about you.

"You scared me," you said jumping, seeing the boy sitting at the kitchen counter. He was sleepy and with messy hair, in your opinion he looked completely beautiful "Did you get some rest, baby?"

"Mhm," he hummed affirmatively, as he smoothed a piece of hair on the left side of his neck. It was an unconscious act to hide the scar that painted his skin from him.

“Do you want to eat something else? Water?" you asked him, seeing him shake his head as he smiled at you. The physical contact had also been greatly reduced, so you just stretched out on the bar and gave him a short kiss "I bought you something, by the way."

"Oh yeah?"

“Yup,” you said happily, jumping from where you were so you could get a white cardboard bag that you had brought with you. It was big and Eddie frowned slightly when he saw you put it on the bar "Close your eyes" you exclaimed excitedly. Although Eddie wasn't expressing himself the way he used to, you could still see the cute dimples on his cheeks when he smiled. “Okay, open them up,” you continued, putting a couple of clothes in front of him. “For starters, I bought you some new shirts. I know that most of your old clothes are very light shirts, but these have long sleeves and are made of soft and cool fabric, so you can wear them all day and you won't be too hot. I bought you about 7, I know I probably exaggerated, but so you can use one every day of the week and wash them on Sunday” you laughed, putting them in front of him and looking at how he felt the fabric between his fingers. You would have liked to know what he was thinking, to know if he had at least liked your gift, but even though you didn't have a machine to read minds, you did have something else that would be very useful for this situation "And this..." you continued, taking a little black box and opening it to reveal a very nice ring, with a black stone in the center "it's a mood ring" you explained to him. You took the boy's hand and placed it on his ring finger, where the piece fits perfectly. “I know sometimes you don't want to talk and I'm not going to force you to either, but I'd like to know how you feel. And I think this might fix that problem, eh?” you exclaimed, tightening your lips slightly, waiting for some reaction. And he didn't say anything, but the ring on his finger turned a beautiful shade of yellow. "You're happy!" you said excitedly, taking him by the hand and looking more closely at the gem. The yellow was stained by pink and a second later it was completely filled with this "And now you feel... love" you laughed, looking at him and noticing that his cheeks were painted the same color as his ring. You brought your hand close to your mouth and left a soft kiss on the back of it, shaking it after that, without stopping smiling at any time.

"I love it," he exclaimed softly, resisting the urge to cry. You had been so patient and kind to him despite everything, you comforted him when he had nightmares, you took care of him, you touched him where he wanted and you didn't touch him where he didn't want. It was difficult for him to recover from the trauma he had experienced, but he knew that it was also difficult for you to help him and despite that you were still there. And he thought maybe it was time to thank you, not just in his thoughts “I love you a lot, Y/N”

"What?" you asked, your voice coming out as a soft moan. You'd waited a long time to hear that because even though you knew he did, he hadn't said it out loud lately.

“I said I love you” he repeated, with a gentle voice and a big smile “You are so good to me and I… I don't know what to do to thank you”

"This"

"Huh?"

“I just want this, Ed” you murmured, shrugging your shoulders “I don't know if you noticed, but this is the longest sentence you've said to me in weeks,” you remarked with a smile “I just want to hear you talk again, I want to hear you again laugh, I want you to go back to mounting spectacular campaigns and prattling for hours about it. And you don't need to do it now…” you exclaimed, before he felt any kind of pressure “take all the time you need, I'll still be waiting for you. Always” you concluded, placing your hand on his and watching the ring turn a deeper shade of pink. He stared into your hands and you bit your lower lip, wishing you could still hear his voice. But there would be time, everything calmly.

"You give me a kiss?" he asked. His ring was painted purple; he was nervous.

"I'll give you all the kisses you want, my love," you said sweetly, as you walked to be right in front of him. When you kissed him your hands never touched him and you always had to keep him quiet, but that didn't matter to you. At least you were with him, it could have been worse.

“Thank you” you heard him say against your lips, once you parted ways.

If you had had a ring like his, it would surely have turned the brightest yellow of all.

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cafemilk-tea · 2 years

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➝ taglist : @justmochi @ateezjuliet @itzy-eve @billboard-singer @cosmicwintr

➝ loosely based off of this

➝ slightly suggestive at the end

“We finished at the same time,” Evelyn powered off the elliptical after running for a half hour, completing her workout for the day.

She has turned into a gym rat ever since coming to the gym, and uses these spare moments on tour to soak it up as much as possible. She walked over to her workout bag, crouching down to fish for her water bottle.

“Don’t we always?” Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows, placing the dumbbells back onto their appropriate rack. He threw Evelyn a face towel, chuckling when she looked at him through the mirror, a smirk painted across her face.

“You’re something else,” She stood back up from the floor and started wiping the sweat from her forehead. She moved onto the rest of her face and then her arms, wanting nothing more than to desperately take a shower. She absolutely hated the sticky feeling sweat left behind.

Mingyu threw his towel in the hamper, picking his bag up off of the floor and zipping it closed. His eyes made their way back to Evelyn’s reflection, eyes so full of love. Just knowing that she was everything and more made his stomach flutter with butterflies.

“What?” She looked at him briefly in the mirror before putting away her post-workout body cleanser.

“Nothing,” He smiled at her, sauntering over to her and wrapping his long arms around her body. Despite the sticky feeling, she leaned back in his hold, hands reaching up to hold onto his forearms.

“Well for starters, you are so funny,” He kissed the side of her head, “And so pretty.”

“Mhm,” She hummed, catching his eyes in the mirror before he moved down to her neck to leave a trail of pecks.

“When you’ve got makeup on,” -one kiss- “When you’re hot and sweaty,” -two kiss- “When you’ve got nothing on,” -three kiss- “You are so beautiful and the love of my life.”

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed at his words, sighing to herself as he kissed at her neck. No matter how many times they’re like this, her heart hammers against her chest like it was the first time she ever saw him. She turned her head to look at him face to face.

“And most importantly,” He leaned down, his lips brushing over hers, “I love you so much.” He connected their lips together in a passionate kiss.

#seventeen oc #idol!oc #14th member of seventeen #kpop addition #kpop oc #oc!idol #seventeen 14th member #fake kpop oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #cafemilk-tea: evelyn #svt.meve #café.drabbles

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tuxebo · 5 months

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sometimes i want to get back to writing long fics, but then i remember i have mouths to feed (yes, you). anyways, i was talking about the viktors in my last post's tags and i wanted to elaborate on that.

okay, when i say rookwood is husband material, i never said he was good husband material. while the reason you relationship would work is because of small moments that are really sweet. you may think he's changed, but he'll act like it never happened right afterwards.

the way you meet is probably the most tragic part of it all and sets the tone of the rest of your abusive relationship. so, you happened to be a halfbreed (wizard x smth, most likely veela or siren) that he planned on selling but decided to keep for himself. alternatively, you could have been trying to protect some animals from poachers but he still took the animal and you. he's a greedy scoundrel.

he won't hurt you, per se, but he will trophy wife the life out of you. personally i wouldn't mind that, but i could see why many people would. this isn't your average trophy wife, this is something else. he brings you everywhere in a "buy animals or materials from me and you might bag yourself a beauty like this one" kinda way. at the same time, you would not be the beauty the customers bag because your his, gout a brand and all. mhm, he 100% puts his name on you somewhere.

now, you may be confused. that isn't husband like at all, and i agree. we need to look into the finer details here, my dears. in letters, on the rare occasion he doesn't bring you along as some marketing ploy, he writes your name like it is that of a saint's. you can see in each pen stroke, it is some of the most gentle movements your lover has ever made. after long days of hard work, yelling at his workers and standing around as they do all the work, he finally has time to think about you as he winds down.

he holds you all the same as well. like a creature he want's to be gentle with but has no clue how, so as a result he just watches from afar. you have your own room and he has his, objectively yours is just nicer, and you have people waiting on your every need and want. he won't bother you or talk to you the longer you are together, aside from times you'd bump into each other in his manor or stand face to face with only a bookshelf between you.

someone very similar is another viktor, viktor krum. now he is not abusive unlike someone we know, he's definitely a watcher as well. he shows his care and love with his eyes, and sure there's more as well.

now not entirely unlike rookwood, he will drown you in expensive things. look at him, he's been a professional quidditch player since before he even became an adult, he's a wealthy guy; by ethical means, i might add. he doesn't only lavish you in clothes or jewelry, but whatever hobby or career it is you have. you like astronomy? have a planetarium! you're a writer? have the entire library from beauty and the beast. your wish is his command.

which brings me to, he is so princess bride coded. if you take nothing from this post at all, take this one thing. he has a similar phrase to "as you wish" that he says whenever you tell him something, while it may seem like a "whatever, i'll just do what you say to get it over with" response, he actually means to say "i love you" each time he says it. it is rare that he goes out of his way to speak, even rarer that he outright says he loves you, but in his eyes and actions you know he means it.

krum is actually very smart loves, think about it. if you want to go on about a certain topic, he'll keep up just fine. for starter's, he's read the books he's seen you read in case you want to talk about it, also he's just a naturally intelligent guy. it's how he could keep up his grades and quidditch, a lot of things he just knows.

pause, he does that thing where he'd very, very gently bounce his leg while you're sitting on his lap and telling him something. vodka in one hand and a look in his eyes that one would have when look at their entire world. oh my, hand placement on the waist too, not even in that kind of way but he's just o perfect.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s chronicles ˚｡⋆#want to talk octavian next #i need my own viktor krum like a rose needs water #the fact that i could go on #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader

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ask-team-misfit · 7 months

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She Fell From the Sky??

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CRASH!

If you heard that dead in the middle of the night, you'd think you're under attack, too.

Lief certainly thought as much when he was thrown out of bed by a great tremor, accompanied by that loud and awful sound of several trees being smashed.

It would be some time before he stopped cowering on the floor and wincing each time something of his fell and shattered. But that was because of something he knew and feared all too well.

Earthquakes that intense usually meant giants.

Giants usually meant destruction would shortly follow if he didn't vamoose.

So vamoose Lief did, tossing the cover off his vertical entrance to the burrow and scrambling to his feet, frantically climbing his way out. He fell over at a point, quickly rising back on his fours to look around–only to pause shortly after as he realized something else.

There was no storm surging above him.

Just a clear night sky and a calm breeze.

Lief: "Huh…"

Aside from what he saw, the breeze carried a scent with it. He took a couple of whiffs, only to grimace further.

Lief: "Something stinks."

The smell wasn't from the forest. And anything not of the forest usually meant… Treasure Hunters.

Following his nose, Lief made his way to investigate.

Past bunches of berries that had fallen from the trees, which he casually picked up one to eat along the way.

Past a scared Pokemon or two running in the opposite direction, which had bumped into him and almost caused him to drop said berry.

He rolled his eyes in response and kept it moving.

Then he paused and gaped as he saw the clearing ahead. He swallowed his moutful with a barely audible gulp.

Except it wasn't a clearing–Pikavee's landing simply created one.

Lief: "And that's why I totally was not cowering. You didn't see that."

Back in the present, Lief had since relaxed himself around Pikavee; he was standing in the open with her, finishing up the berry as he finished explaining the above.

Pikavee: "L-let me see if I have this right. For starters, your name is Lief."

Lief: "Yep."

Pikavee: "And I woke you up."

Lief: "Yep. Why'd you make such a mess, anyway?"

A moment of silence from Pikavee. She looked really guilty.

Pikavee: "I'm sorry… I'm still not sure what really happened."

Lief: "Eh, we'll figure it out. No need to be so sorry on my behalf."

Pikavee: "Um. Then you came here–"

Lief: "Mhm."

Pikavee: "A-and… you've been watching me the whole time…??"

Lief: "Yep. I'm nosy."

With a flap or two of his wings, Lief took flight. He fluttered about Pikavee with a kiddish grin.

Lief: "So, where'd you come from~? I'm thinking it must be way far out. Those are some funny clothes."

Pikavee: "I don't think they're that weird…"

Pikavee: "I-I live near downtown. In the Sciliva region."

A long silence followed. The kind that would make one wonder if they said something off-kilter.

Lief blinked at her, still with that quaint smile, and asked the worst possible question.

Lief: "Silly-wha?"

Character page for Lief reconnected unlocked.

#plot #Lief Simbobeon #other's art #Pikavee Twileon #pokeask #pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokemon askblog #Pokeask blog #pokeaskblog #ask blog #pokemon ask

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refabled · 8 months

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@emfyred : ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞

fable tries to hold back a grin, but it's a fruitless endeavor when astarion's tone tugs at the corners of her lips. there's something about their wit and irony that comes with an effortless tendency to make her smile –– even when she least expects to. ❝ oh, yes, of course! mhm –– that's all you, sweetheart, ❞ she teases without any bite. ❝ always found with a sunny-side up smile, and high hopes for the best outcome. ❞ they walk alongside one another on the mountain path up towards baldur's gate, soaking in the precious sun after being cloistered within the shadows of the underdark for far too long. if there's anyone fable knows appreciates the warmth the way she does, it's the pale elf beside her. and the conversation, however light, serves as a welcome distraction from the anxiety that mounts with every step towards the city. soon, she'll see her family again –– whatever remains of them...

fable glances over at astarion, nudging her shoulder gently against his. ❝ positive number one? we can sleep on real beds for the first time since this all began. just think about it: beaded pillows and nice rugs and those gauzy curtain things you told me about? the ones that you hang around the bed? ❞ she keeps going, listing the amenities the city has to offer, if only to see him smile. ❝ and if all else fails... at least we're all still together. that's one positive I know I'm thankful for. ❞ reaching between them, fable gives his hand a squeeze. ❝ at least there's that. ❞

BALDUR'S GATE STARTERS : accepting.

#so i kinda assumed some stuff but i can definitely rewrite or change things #she just adores astarion ;-;#emfyred #thanks for sending!#gotta work on ur others #･ﾟ . 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𓆱 bg3.

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nazukisser · 2 years

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➥ synopsis; birthday + hokuto{req}

➥ pairing; hidaka hokuto x gn!reader

➥ tags; fluff, oneshot?

➥ word count; 534 words

➥ message from qian; sponsored by my dearest friend isu

"Mhm, I'll see you later," he waved to you as he headed out the door. You waved back at him, and the two of you parted ways. Normally, just in a few minutes, you'd be getting yourself ready to work too, but today was a special day- well, both today and tomorrow. Tomorrow was Hokuto's birthday, and today you were going to prepare a whole day for him. Not just a dinner, not just a lunch, not a date, but a whole day. He always did so much for you; it was only natural to do the same for him.

Today's goal? To prepare the best day for him ever. He was always so busy, with work for Trickstar to general Ensemble Square work to his own jobs, and his birthday (and yours, too) were a couple of the days you could truly spend time together. First, first, what does Hokuto like? He's quite the homebody. As much as he enjoys the stage, he loves being home. It's relaxing, a sense of peace in the crazyness of the idol life.

Hokuto always enjoyed a good crossword puzzle to ponder over, his pencil tapping against the newspaper surface. He enjoyed all kinds of crosswords, from the Sunday newspaper to online ones you randomly printed out for him on days he needed a thinking distraction. So, where would you get a crossword? Well, for starters, perhaps the bookstore. They ought to have a crossword book among all the hundreds they sold. Oh, how you were so wrong. They were restocking later tomorrow, and a couple of crossword clubs at the local schools had bought out all of the available copies. He'd already solved the one from the newspaper, so perhaps you could find some online ones, if there were any good ones out there...

Well, if you couldn't find a crossword puzzle book, what else could you do for him? Oh, you could make him a bento. He loved those, and perhaps you could try your hand at making one. As soon as you returned home, you brought out the bento boxes, one for you and one for him. Minus well make one for yourself too. After searching for recipes, you decided on one you thought he'd like. It was a bit of a traditional dish, but he'd mentioned that his grandmother had made it for him a lot when he was younger.

You didn't know what it was with you today. Cooking was harder than usual, not that it was ever a very easy subject, but today it was especially horrendous. Why today, of all days? It was going fine until you realized that you had messed up just a minute later. Why didn't you notice it earlier?

By the time Hokuto came home, you were exhausted, and he joined you on the bed.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No..."

It was late; you didn't have much energy anymore. Hokuto hated seeing you so down, and you felt his arms go around you, and perhaps his heartbeat just a little fast. You could barely see it, but a soft smile filled his expression, and the clock caught the corner of your eye.

"Happy birthday, Hokuto."

i know this isn't posting on his birthday but

#enstars #enstars x reader #hidaka hokuto x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x you #enstars x y/n #enstars imagines #hidaka hokuto x you #hidaka hokuto x y/n #hidaka hokuto imagines #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars imagines

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salemsimss · 1 year

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Kylo: Hey, Mizuki-

Mizuki: He's not here.

Kylo: If you're looking for Shi, he's not here.

Braeden: Well, fuck! There's our answer.

Kylo: So you've not heard from him either?

Mizuki: No... Haven't heard from him all week. Not since we went out that night.

Braeden: When was that?

Mizuki: Just over a week ago.

Mizuki: Like one minute we were together, and the next... He was gone. Just vanished.

Braeden: D'ya reckon he left any traces like Johnny did?

Mizuki: M'not sure. He did say that he felt like he was being watched, like someone was after him.

Braeden: Didn't Johnny feel that way at some point?

Kylo: Yeah...

Mizuki: What's going on?

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Mizuki: Fuck... That's-

Kylo: A lot to take in. I know. We don't know for sure if all the disappearances are linked, but based on the pattern we've spotted, it's very likely.

Mizuki: So you think that whoever is responsible for all these disappearances are the same people who took Shi and Johnny?

Kylo: Mhm.

Braeden: Did Shi say anything else to you before he vanished?

Mizuki: Not that night, but a few months ago when we were both drunk, he briefly mentioned his father, and at the time I thought he was ful of shit, but now...

Kylo: What did he say?

Mizuki: Ah fuck- It was a while ago!

Mizuki: Well, for starters, he blurted out that he was an alien. Obviously, I thought he was joking! But then he went on to say how he apparently has some ability that his dad wants to use for "mind control" or something.

Braeden: Johnny said the same thing.

Mizuki: That he's an alien?

Braeden: No! Shi said the same thing to him!

Mizuki: Wait- He's not actually an alien is he?

Kylo: Uhm...

Mizuki: Are you guys aliens?!

Kylo: Uh, no. We're... something else.

Mizuki: I-

Braeden: Honestly! This is the least of your concerns right now. What matters is, is that people are going missing and this Toue person MIGHT be the person behind it.

Mizuki: How will we find out?

Kylo: I don't know...

Kylo: We've not thought that far ahead yet.

#ss:changes #changes: chapter 6 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #the sims 4 #the sims 4 story #the sims 4 storytelling #kylo uzeo #braeden maerou #mizuki kimura #been going through a creative block lately #pulled this out my ass sorry #sim: mizuki #sim: braeden #sim: kylo

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saiilorstars · 2 years

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In the Scheme of the Multiverse

Characters: Maribel (OFC), Tom, Andrew & Tobey!Spidermans, MJ, Ned, Strange

Summary: Three Peter Parkers are united to help cure their enemies to save one world. Maribel Jenavid, a Multiverse expert, aids them in their quest despite growing weaker as the multiverse cracks. In the process, she learns about her other doppelgangers, more specifically Peter 3's best friend "Mar" who inexplicably cut ties with him. Maribel then reveals the secret her doppelganger kept that could change Peter's entire perspective.

taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic

Maribel’s Masterlist

If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

Continues in Part 2

A/N: In which I screw the itty details of the plot to fit my story :)

Part 1

Stuck in a different world was something Peter never thought he would have to deal with. Although, the mere idea that the multiverse was real was beyond exhilarating — it was perhaps the first time in a long time that he felt that kind of emotion. All he could do for the moment was stick to the shadows until he found someone who could help him.

And then he stepped out of the shadows and suddenly there were mobs of people, some angry — some trying to help him out? — trying to grab him on the street. Peter had no idea what to do except to literally swing out of there…and then someone grabbed his arm…and someone else grabbed his other arm. The crowd was going to swallow him in the middle of the street.

"HEY!" He managed to hear in the midst of all the chaos.

The mob of people froze in their tracks when a blinding light zapped on the side. All they saw were the remnants of some kind of white portal closing in on itself. At the same time, another portal opened up right behind them. Peter jumped with the foreign touch of hands on his shoulders.

"You're coming with me!" He heard before the light consumed his vision.

Next thing he knew, he was in an alleyway, stumbling away from the pair of hands.

"It's alright, I'm a friend," the voice, now clearly a woman, told him as he came to a stop.

He breathed hard, in and out, and stared at the woman through his mask. She herself wore one — a deep blue and white super suit — as well. Her long black hair cascaded over her chest and even behind the mask, he could see bright blue eyes curiously watching him back.

She raised her hands in front of her. "Friend," she repeated.

"Did you — was that light —" Peter spun around trying to catch sight of the white light he saw a minute ago. "Where'd it go!? Who the — was that you!?" He finally faced the woman again.

The woman nodded slowly. "I get it, multiverse conundrum is confusing and scary for those who are dragged into it. You happened to land in the one universe where Spiderman is basically a fugitive of the law."

"Not as crazy as you think," Peter had to say, "I'm more stuck on the fact that there's a multiverse and…" He paused for a second and gazed at the woman again, "You know about it. You know I'm not from here?"

"Mhm," the woman nodded.

"How?"

"Well, for starters, I actually know Spiderman from this world. And you —" she pointed at him, "—are a couple inches too tall. Plus, your suit's all wrong."

"Hey!" Peter's hands flung to his chest as he checked out his suit.

"And crossing the multiverse is sort of what I do," the woman finished off with a bang.

Peter dropped his arms on his sides, mouth gaping open behind his mask. "What? You cross worlds?"

The woman nodded. "Aha, my neat little trick if you'd like to give it a name. I felt the disturbance as soon as the others started coming in."

"Others?"

"Others." The woman looked up at the dark night sky. "Sorry it took me so long to find you. I've been trying to track you guys but I think Peter's pretty much gathered them all. There's too many for me to individually single out."

"You still sort of saved me," Peter had to give the woman her credit. "With your…multiverse powers…?"

The woman chuckled lightly. "Take it in, I know it's hard. You deserve 5 minutes of processing."

But of course those 5 minutes were interrupted when an orange portal swirled opened into existence. Peter straightened up immediately, ready for the fight that time. The woman, however, turned around calmly.

"Oh, that makes sense," she remarked.

Peter did a double take at her, finally noticing that she was not frightened nor alarmed by the portal. "What does?"

"The Sorcerers are getting involved now," she mumbled and started moving towards the portals, "This is their mess."

"Peter! Peter!" Someone called from the other end of the portal.

The woman came to a stop, once again tilting her head.

"Peter, c'mon!"

"Are they calling…me?" Peter pointed at himself, suddenly placing all of his trust on the woman in front of him.

"Yes…and no…" the woman said slowly.

"Bel-bel!?"

The woman let out a breathy laugh. "How did these idiots get a hold of that!?"

Peter felt the entire atmosphere change all of a sudden. The woman continued to walk forwards, more casual now and gestured to him to follow her.

"Maribel! Thank God!" MJ ran up to the woman as soon as she crossed through the portal and threw her arms around the woman for a hug. "Thank God you found him!"

"Again — yes and no…" 'Maribel' said slowly and prompted MJ to let her go.

Ned was still holding the portal open when Peter crossed through. Like everyone else, Ned knew that was not his best friend.

"Maribel…" MJ stepped back to stand with Ned, her eyes locked on the Spiderman-suited man who was not Spiderman.

Peter, meanwhile, was preoccupied with the little that he heard. "Maribel?"

"And there goes secret identities," Maribel said with a light sigh. She pulled her mask off from her face and revealed herself.

Out of shock, Peter did the same thing and yanked his mask off. His eyes were wide to the brim. "Maribel?" This had to be dumb luck.

Maribel raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm getting the sense that you know me."

Peter nodded slowly.

"Well we don't know him! Who is he!?" MJ exclaimed, her brow furrowing at Peter. "Who are you!?"

"I'm Peter Parker," the young man introduced himself, although his gaze seemed permanently stuck on Maribel.

"No, you're not," MJ shook her head fervently.

"Oh, yes he is," Maribel said, coming by the girl's side and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Because just like everyone else, Peter — our Peter — has doppelgangers."

"I thought doppelganger were supposed to be look the same…" Ned remarked.

"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't," Maribel shrugged, "There are versions of ourselves in every world — sometimes even in the opposite sex. It's a whole complicated mess you don't need to worry about. What I need to know is what the hell have you been up to?" She turned on the two teenagers with a motherly disapproving stare. "Aren't you idiots weeks from graduation?"

"W-well, yeah, but…things happened…" Ned said, bringing his hands in front of himself. "Bad things…"

"Peter had Dr. Strange try doing a spell that would make everyone forget that he was spiderman but it sort of went wrong and it started pulling people from other worlds who knew Peter Parker instead," MJ said in one long, rushed ramble.

Maribel brought her hand to her forehead and rubbed it. "You are idiots. And I'm sorry —" she suddenly exclaimed, "—but Strange went for this idea!? Where the hell is he right now!? Why isn't he fixing it!?"

MJ exchanged looks with Ned, both clearing agreeing not to answer.

Maribel raised an eyebrow at the pair. "What?" She demanded, her voice hard.

"It's just…" MJ fiddled her fingers together, "Peter sort of left him…in another location…possibly Siberia? I don't know."

Maribel gaped. "What!?"

"But it's okay because now you're here!" MJ once again threw her arms around Maribel. "And you can cross worlds and use your powers to help fix this! Please fix this!"

"Wait a minute!" Peter finally called, waving his hands above his head. He claimed everyone's attention. "What the hell are you talking about!? Maribel — please just answer me."

"And where'd you find this guy?" Ned asked Maribel and jerked a thumb at Peter.

Maribel sighed as she detached herself from MJ's grip. "I found him on the streets escaping the mob of people who now hate Spiderman. I'm getting senses everywhere right now. My radar's going haywire." She turned towards Peter, offering the confused man a soft smile. "You know me, right?"

Peter nodded silently. It was exceptionally fascinating Maribel looked exactly the same as the version that he knew. The suit and the powers were quite literally out of this world but everything else about her was the same. It was comforting…in the midst of all the chaos.

"My name's Maribel Jenavid," she walked up to Peter and held a hand out, "And I promise you that in this world, we can be friends too. You can trust me."

"But can we trust him?" MJ said defensively.

"Yes," Peter said, offended at the insinuation. "I am Peter Parker!"

"He is," Maribel said calmly, "Just not from here and given the recent events that happened — yes, I've seen the news —" MJ and Ned shut down very quickly, "—I don't think we have time to argue about this. Trust me, I'm the multiverse expert."

"How?" Peter found himself asking. He kept looking at Maribel from head to toe, trying to make sense of it all.

Maribel shrugged. "Always been like that. Born with it."

Peter raised an eyebrow at her. "Born with it?" Maribel nodded and just as he was about to ask more things, Maribel turned to the teens.

"We need to find Peter now," she told them, "In his state, he can do some damage."

MJ and Ned agreed and started explaining to Maribel that had been their plan all along and that they had instead brought a different Peter to them. Maribel understood the mechanics of sorcery was not at all on Ned's resume but motivated him to try again. He was, after all, Peter's best friend. So, he did try again.

And he somehow brought in another Peter Parker, this one slightly older than the Peter with Maribel.

"Oh dear Lord," Maribel slapped a hand over her forehead.

MJ looked ready to murder Ned. "DUDE!"

"I'm trying!" Ned said helplessly.

"MJ?" The third Peter gazed at Maribel profusely, seeming fascinated.

"MJ?" The Peter that had come with Maribel stared in confusion.

Maribel flipped her head between the two Peters, bemused herself. "Maribel Jenavid," she told the confused Peter, "Maribel — M — Jenavid — J. MJ," she smiled, "Michelle Jones over here," she gestured towards MJ, "saw that little tidbit. She sees things that others don't. We're the two MJs."

MJ raised her hand in the peace gesture.

Maribel then looked over at the third Peter. "But how did you know that?"

Third Peter's eyebrows raised as his lips curved into a wide, knowing smile. "You're MJ," he said simply like that would answer the question completely.

Maribel deadpanned the man, figuring that was all she was going to get out of him for the moment. "Anyways," she said sharply, eyes flickering to the group, "We still need to find the other Peter. Can we please do that now?"

Everyone agreed and started discussing what places this earth's Peter would go to. With two more Peters on the clock, they were able to deduce a spot that could potentially lead to the last Peter.

Maribel paved the way with a portal, once again exhibiting her powers. They found Peter on the rooftop of his high school, mourning (in the worst way possible) his aunt's death. They were only barely able to convince their Peter not to send every multiverse guest back to their own world.

They headed downstairs where they picked up on the previous plans to finish curing the other guests. Maribel had no idea about the plans and yet wasn't surprised the teens had come up with it in the first place. Their hearts were always in the right places, no matter how messy the circumstances got.

Maribel was all set to help with whatever she could, though she confessed she had no real knowledge about scientific cures. She instead set out to help the younger ones and with that left the school lab for a few minutes. She returned with a first aid kit for the youngest Peter and with MJ's help, she patched him up as best as she could.

"You'll be okay but you need to stop moving so much," Maribel chuckled as Peter winced each time they touched his skin. Granted he was overly hurt this time but there was a limit and he was crossing it.

"Thanks, Mar," Peter mumbled.

Maribel gently hooked her finger under his chin and tilted his head up. "That's nurse Mar to you, mister." She happened to look up and noticed the other Peters looking at them. She bared a small smile at them and motioned MJ to take over. She figured they needed to talk anyway.

Maribel walked a little a while away when she felt her stomach flip. The echoes of it spread throughout her body, making it harder to reach the windows in the room. She gazed up at the sky and wondered where the cracks were coming from this time, and who was coming out of them. She wrapped an arm around her stomach, focusing on her breathing until she could feel normal again.

"Mar?"

Maribel glanced over her shoulder. The Peter she'd found was approaching her cautiously.

"I-I mean Maribel…yeah…" He said with a hitched breath, "Yeah…" He stuck his hands inside the white lab coat he'd taken from the cabinet. It was way better than parading around in his suit. "Are you okay? You seem a little…off…?"

Maribel nodded and unwrapped her arm from her waist. "I'm, um, well…I'm connected to the multiverse and its stability. Right now, it's cracking in places so when it cracks…I feel them. And there's multiple cracks right now."

Peter's eyebrows shot up. "Oh my God — it's hurting you!?" Should she be the one getting patched up!?

Maribel let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm okay, just…just like a light cold, you know?"

"But the logic is, the more trouble the multiverse is in, the more trouble you're in," Peter said, "And it's like you said, there's multiple cracks right now."

Maribel still dismissed the matter with a wave of her hand. "Why not instead tell me how you know me, hm? I'm always curious to know what my doppelgangers are like. Are we friends?"

Peter lowered his head instantly. "Um…sort of…"

"Sort of?"

"Well, it's complicated…" Peter sighed, "Mar — Maribel — and I…we used to be friends…"

Maribel paused and turned to face Peter. Suddenly she wasn't very eager about her other self. "What do you mean? Are we not — we're not friends?"

Peter sighed and shook his head. "No."

"But…but why?" Maribel glanced over at her Peter, unable to believe there was a version of her who decided not to be friends with him anymore.

Peter gave a long shrug of his shoulders, still looking pretty hurt over the fact. His lips pursed together while he thought about the question he never really found an answer to. "Dunno," he ultimately said, "I mean, we were close friends. We had a group — me, her, our friend Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn and we were all good." Peter stopped for a second to gauge Maribel's reaction at the new names. She was all blank. Peter should have figured and because he hadn't, he looked between Maribel and his counterpart with his friends. "Okay, how do you know them?" He asked helplessly. "No offense but you're older than them? What, you tutor them?"

Maribel smiled sadly. "It's a long story. We-we fought on the same side…then aliens happened and-and time travel and…suddenly, the people Peter looked up to died. The remaining adults either died or they're just somewhere else and I have no idea what Dr. Strange is doing right now so…so I guess I just sort of saw myself as the only remaining adult in their lives," Maribel gazed at her young friends, her smile fading away, "They're still so young and…" she shrugged, "I couldn't turn my head away. Plus, I'm sort of a teacher so this is like an extension of my job."

Peter nodded. He respected Maribel about ten times more now. It seemed like the kind of thing she would do.

"What about you?" Maribel surprised him with the sudden question. "What-what happened between us? Did we get into a fight?"

Peter had to shrug again, and sadly. "No, no, there was…there was never any argument, no fighting. One day she just…stopped hanging out with us. First it was excuses that she couldn't meet with us or suddenly she had last minute changes. Then, she just stopped answering our calls and our texts. At school she would sit far away from us, go in the opposite direction." Peter had missed Maribel's strange gaze the more he thought about those moments. The pain in his heart still felt pretty raw. "In retrospect I could have done more but then I became, you know, Spiderman and I had new things to handle and deal with. I-I lost my uncle, and-and then we lost Gwen. Harry and I couldn't cope and Mar, she just — she just slipped through the cracks." Peter's eyes watered up real fast, the emotions taking him over in record time that it concerned Maribel for a second. "I should have paid more attention to her but I — there was so much going on and…now it's too late. Me being Spiderman is what killed one of my friends. I think Mar is just better being away from me."

Maribel could only wonder what that must have been like, going through one loss after that other. For this Peter, it was obvious that the hurt was still like it had just happened yesterday.

"I don't believe that," she said calmly, her lips spreading into a soft smile, "Because you seem like the type who would do anything to protect their friends. I don't know what the other me is like but I want to believe that we have something in common."

"Yeah?"

Maribel nodded. "It's that we would do anything to protect the people we care about too. Do you know where my family is right now?"

"Um, no…"

"They're far away from me because I would rather they think that I ran away than have them know what I do." Maribel raised her hands, allowing her energy to swirl around her fingers. "And do you know when I left them and my friends?"

Peter felt a dread start up in his stomach. "When?" He swallowed hard.

Maribel knew that he knew what was coming. Her smile curved down sadly. "When I was in high school. Senior year."

Peter actually felt the air leave his lungs. He stared long and hard at Maribel as if begging her to say that it wasn't true, that he hadn't missed that too. But Maribel — his Maribel — had stopped talking to him so suddenly. Whenever he managed to find a moment with her, she was so nervous — almost terrified — and she never touched him. Her hands were always behind her back, in her pockets, or her arms were crossed super tightly. Had he really been that engulfed with his own issues that he had missed the fact one of his best friends had developed powers?

Maribel could only watch so much of Peter falling deep into thoughts, no doubt of self guilt. "You couldn't have known," she said simply, "I am an exceptional liar. Duped everyone."

"Not me," said Peter, his voice short of breaking, "She wasn't supposed to dupe me."

"Don't take it personal," Maribel said, "If she was like me, then her powers must have been explosive. They were disastrous, Peter. She just wanted to keep you safe."

Peter would argue the hell out of that if he hadn't done the same thing. Spiderman was the reason Gwen died and even before that, he had thought it was just a safer idea to keep Maribel away. She got to live her life without interruptions, unlike Gwen and Harry who constantly had to stop what they were doing to help him deal with Spiderman stuff.

Maribel didn't know what else to say at this point. Her doppelganger had done exactly what she did on this earth and, like her, there were probably no regrets.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly, knowing her question beyond stupid. It just gave her the excuse to keep talking to him.

Peter gave her a weak nod. "Yeah…" He mumbled. He walked away from her without so much of a glance in her direction. Somehow, it still sort of hurt Maribel. Her doppelganger made the call and she was paying for it.

~ 0 ~

A half hour had passed since the group got started on the series of cures. Maribel had left the lab a while ago, muttering something about a water cup. And as much distance as she had put between them, it didn't do anything for the Peter she had spoken with.

He couldn't get it out of his head that Mar had lied to him — had lied to everyone. She had cut off ties with everyone around her, and no doubt with her own family. If Peter remembered correctly, last time he heard, as soon as they graduated high school she had moved out of her parents' home and gotten a casual job somewhere in the city. He was guilty of never even trying to talk to her after graduation; Gwen and Harry did once but neither had been successful. Maribel turned both away.

All of those thoughts slowed his work down significantly. Each time Peter caught himself, he reprimanded himself and vowed to pick up his pace…only to repeat the cycle again.

"You okay?"

Peter realized he'd been staring way too much at the beakers in front of him then looked up to see the eldest of the doppelgangers smiling gently at him.

"Sorry," Peter shifted in his stool, straightening his body up to continue working.

Older Peter rested a hand on his shoulder. "What exactly did MJ tell you? Changed your whole atmosphere…"

"MJ?" Peter's head turned to the teenage MJ still sitting beside her boyfriend at the table ahead of them.

"No, the other one. Maribel," older Peter corrected himself, his smile turning into a chuckle, "Sorry, I'm not used to calling her that."

Peter's face scrunched and he finally turned his body to face the other Peter. "Wait a minute, how do you know her?"

Older Peter's smile was wide like a child facing a shelf of candy. "We go way back," he replied, "MJ — Maribel — and I were friends in high school."

A sourness took over Peter's face as he remembered what Maribel told him. "She didn't cut you out of her life then?"

Older Peter raised an eyebrow at his younger doppelganger. "What?"

Peter looked away. "Mar used to be one of my best friends too…and then one day she wasn't. Now I find out that she has these super powers and that she felt the need to distance herself from me and from the rest of our friends." With the silence that had fallen between them, Peter glanced at his doppelganger to see the latter not as shocked as one would have thought. It took very little for Peter to realize the doppelganger wasn't surprised because he already knew. "Did she—"

"I didn't let her," older Peter said quietly, "And that's not to say that you did something wrong. MJ was just different."

"How?" Peter asked warily.

"Looking at this doppelganger—" older Peter made a gesture to the open doorway," —this MJ has far stronger powers than my MJ. Her powers weren't as developed — they aren't. Most she can do is teleport. Things were different, easier, but it still took some work. Now we're finally somewhere good." The way he smiled led Peter to wonder just how "good" that place was.

In the end, Peter shook his head and turned back to his work on the table. "Doesn't matter. Haven't seen her in a long time now."

"I wouldn't give up," older Peter said, "Because if she's still alive, then she's still in your reach. Fair game."

"Fair game," Peter mumbled to himself with a light chuckle. He supposed that was right in some way.

"Maribel!" Ned exclaimed when the woman appeared under the doorway.

"What?" she sipped from a scratched up blue water cup. Even some of the stickers covering the entire thing were old and missing parts.

"You seriously went looking for that thing?" The youngest Peter looked at her strangely.

"Shut up," Maribel pointed at him then took another sip, "Mr. Lopez confiscated it from me for one stupid inappropriate sticker."

"So?" Youngest Peter shrugged. "He confiscates things from everyone here."

Maribel's face was entirely flat. "I'm a volunteer," she reminded sharply. "I'm—oh!" Her legs buckled and only barely managed to sustain herself against the door hinges.

"Maribel!" The group of teenagers dashed over to her, leaving the other Peters to stare bewilderedly

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Maribel assured them but she hadn't even felt when MJ took her water cup right out of her hand. "It's the multiverse — it's getting worse…"

Peter and Ned helped her walk to the closest stool and sat her down. MJ put the water cup on the table behind them.

"What's she talking about?" Oldest Peter asked, coming around the tables towards the group.

"Maribel's connected to the multiverse," youngest Peter explained, gaze fixated on the woman who was regulating her own breathing. "Each time there's a crack, she feels it." The guilt inside him was getting bigger and bigger. He wished he could take back everything that was happening. Everyone else was paying for his mistakes.

"I will be fine," Maribel insisted, reaching over for her water cup, "I'm just a little tired. How are the cures coming along?"

"We're almost done," youngest Peter said, "And then we're going to fix everything, okay?" He rested a hand on Maribel's shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Maribel, I swear."

Maribel nodded, smiling gently at him. "I know that, silly."

"And after this, we're all going to buy you big bouquets of sunflowers," youngest Peter rallied his friends to agree with him, which they did with the same comedic fervent nods.

Maribel laughed. Sunflowers were her favorite flowers. "Yeah, alright. Let's get back to work now."

There was nothing else to do except for that. Time was still running, after all.

~ 0 ~

"They're going to crucify you for using that place as the point of your fight," Maribel told the youngest Peter when he told the group where they would lure the misfits. "The Statue of Liberty is still being renovated."

Peter knew she had a point but he couldn't stop to think of another place just to avoid some more bad press. "It has to be there."

Maribel shook her head and walked to the table where her water cup stood, slightly wobbly on her feet.

"Hey Peter, here's your web cartridges," Ned stopped beside Peter with the cartridges.

"Oh, thanks, man," Peter said, taking the cartridges excitedly.

The oldest Peter looked at the cartridge curiously. "What's that for?"

"Uh, it's my web fluid. It's for my web shooters…" the youngest Peter answered slowly, growing confused, "Why?"

Instead of verbally answering, the oldest Peter fired a web out of his wrist. The shock of it racing past Maribel scared her into dropping her water cup.

"HEY!" She cried.

"Sorry MJ…" The oldest Peter made a face, quickly bringing his hands behind his back.

"That came out of you!?" Ned's mouth dropped open, as well as everyone else's.

"Yeah. You can't do that, huh?"

"No," went both Peter's collectively.

"Peter!" Maribel exclaimed, earning all three doppelgangers' 'what?' in return. She groaned. "I'm not doing this. Peter 1!" She pointed at the youngest Peter then moved her finger towards the eldest doppelganger. "Peter 2!" Her finger then moved to the last Peter. "And Peter 3! There! Got it?"

"Wait, why is he Peter 1?" asked the eldest doppelganger.

"Because he's the Peter of this world. You're the oldest, so you're 2 and then that just leaves number 3 for you," Maribel said, smiling awkwardly at Peter 3.

Out of everything that was wrong with the world, Peter 3 thought this was by far the lowest on his problem scale. "Fine, whatever," he shrugged.

Maribel silently sighed to herself. He had yet to direct a word to her since their conversation. She thought this would be a source of an argument. "Anyways, I was just going to ask for a refill on my water." She brought the group's attention to the water on the floor in front of her, her water cup on the side.

"Sorry…" Peter 2 felt the need to say again.

Maribel afforded him a small smile. "I'll survive."

"Anyway," Peter 1 said sharply, "we're getting sidetracked. Look, this is where we're gonna do this, okay? It's isolated, so no one should get hurt. We draw them there with the box, it's the one thing they all want. All we have to do is figure out how we're gonna get there."

"I can literally teleport," Maribel said with a hand raised in the air.

"Nu-uh," Peter 1 shook his head.

"What?"

"You're connected to the multiverse and you're feeling every crack in it. You're getting weaker," Peter 1 said, side glancing at MJ and Ned. They nodded, encouraging him to keep going. "You're not going to use your powers. I don't want you getting hurt."

"What?" Maribel frowned.

"He's right," MJ said, "You should stay out of it with us."

Maribel rolled her eyes. "Then how else do you propose we get there?"

"Oh, we can portal there!" Ned said suddenly, having thought about it at that moment.

"No! You barely know how to use that!"

"Wait, what?" Peter 1 looked between Maribel and Ned.

"I'm magic now," Ned said excitedly.

"No, he's not," Maribel said at the same time MJ agreed with Ned.

"Yeah, no, no. He's right. He can!"

"No—"

"Yeah, we saw him," Peter 2 nodded.

"Yeah. He is," Peter 3 also chimed in.

Maribel groaned. "That's not magic — that was dumb luck! And you two—" she pointed at Peter 1 and Ned, "—better hope Dr. Strange doesn't portal you to frikin Antarctica!"

Peter 1 understood nothing except that his best friend suddenly had magic powers.

"I can do it," Ned insisted, turning to Leter 1, "And I promise you...I won't turn into a supervillain and try to kill you."

Peter 3 reached over to pat Ned on the back, nodding in approval.

Peter 1 was so utterly lost. "O-kay...thank... you? Um...alright. Here goes nothing. What's that thing you always say?" He glanced at MJ. "If you expect disappointment…"

"No, no, no…" MJ shook her head, "We gotta kick some ass."

"Cure. Cure some ass," Peter 2 corrected.

Ned grinned. "Cure that ass!"

"This is insane!" Maribel huffed as the decision to keep her out of the fight was finalized.

#ocfairygodmother #fd: mcu #mcu #marvel #avengers #spiderman #peter parker fics #peter parker imagines #tom holland!spiderman #andrew garfield!spiderman x reader #tobey maguire!spiderman #spiderman fics #spiderman imagines #oc: maribel jenavid

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rosie-rosem · 1 year

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[4:36PM]

you were laying on your bed when you got a text notification pop up at the top of your screen from the one and only, Sim Jake, your crush since the 6th grade, your first love. But of course, he didn’t know that, no one did. Not even your best friend, Kang Jiyung knew about it.

you clicked on the notification after sighing in nervousness, questioning yourself as to why Jake is texting you.

Jaehyun

[4:37PM JAEHYUN] hey y/n!

[4:38PM Y/N] hey jake! :) need something?

It took a bit to figure out what to write. for starters “hey jake” okay good. wait maybe add an exception point “!” sure. now what… “how are you?” no. “need something?” that sounds kinda rude though. add a smiley face? okay fine. SENT. phew-

[4:39PM JAEHYUN] actually yeah, I was wondering if you could help me with something.

[4:39PM Y/N] um sure. what do you need? :)

[4:39PM JAEHYUN] well um..could you possibly give me Jiyung’s number?

what.

[4:40PM Y/N] huh

[4:40PM JAEHYUN] you have Jiyung’s number right??

[4:40PM Y/N] Oh no yeah no.

obviously I did. we were best friends since 8th grade, everyone knew.

[4:41PM JAEHYUN] so um…

[4:41PM Y/N] oh yeah right! Um sure, sure.

[4:41PM JAEHYUN] thanks!

[4:42PM Y/N] uh yea np! here it is - *** *** ***

great. why do I do this do myself-

[4:43PM Y/N] Oh yeah thanks for buying me that coffee this morning, I really appreciated it!

[4:43PM JAEHYUN] Oh yeah, I did that for a lot of my friends just cause I wanted to give all of them something to help them through the day! but I’m glad you liked it! :)

friends…

[4:43PM Y/N] yeah thanks again :)

[4:44PM JAEHYUN] mhm, no big deal. :)

was to me…

[4:45PM Y/N] so um do you uh..like-like Jiyung

[4:45PM JAEHYUN] yeah haha…I do

[4:45PM JAEHYUN] why are you curious?

[4:45PM Y/N] oh nothing it’s just..

I like you Jake…

[4:46PM Y/N] she likes you too.

[4:46PM JAEHYUN] wait, really?!

[4:46PM Y/N] yeah um…like, a LOT!

[4:46PM JAEHYUN] oh haha, well good! I was planing on asking her out this weekend so that makes me feel a lot more confident about it…thanks

[4:47PM Y/N] You don’t have to be worried, she’ll say yes. who wouldn’t ha I’m mean it’s you.

[4:48PM JAEHYUN] wdym by that?

damn I said that?

[4:48PM Y/N] oh um nvm

[4:48PM JAEHYUN] oh mk

[4:49PM JAEHYUN] Well thanks again y/n :) I really appreciate you helping me with this. Maybe I could buy you another coffee in return for helping me!

[4:49PM Y/N] oh no, no that’s okay, I really don’t mind..

[4:49PM JAEHYUN] well, I will anyways ;)

don’t wink at me, sim jaehyun.

[4:49PM Y/N] haha, I guess I can’t stop you then…

[4:50PM JAEHYUN] nope. you can’t. :))

[4:50PM Y/N] haha

[4:51PM JAEHYUN] okay we’ll I’m gonna go now y/n. Thanks for the chat, and again, thanks for helping!

[4:51PM Y/N] yeah ofc! bye Jaehyun!

“Jaehyun” no one ever called him that except for his parents. and you knew that but you weren’t thinking it while texting him…

[4:53PM JAEHYUN] bye…

a sigh left your lips and you plopped you head on your bed after sitting up that whole time. what did you do? why did you- nvm. it’s not like he would…feel the same way. he obviously likes Jiyung.

you exited the message app and scrolled through different things on your phone, since you had nothing else to do.

one hour later

around [6:03PM] while still scrolling on your phone, you got another text message, this time, from Jiyung..

and of course, you clicked on it, and began to reply…

[6:04PM JI] Y/N! Y/Nnnnn

[6:04PM Y/N] hmmm?

[6:04PM JI] OMG Y/N guess wHat

[6:05PM Y/N] damn ur spelling 💀

[6:05PM JI] whatever I’m excited, leave me alone. BUT GUESS WHAT

[6:05PM Y/N] what?

[6:05PM JI] SIM JAKE JUST ASKED ME OUT FOR THIS WEEKEND!!

oh.

[6:06PM Y/N] What really?!

[6:06PM JI] hey hey, don’t act surprised… Jake told me you helped him out 😍

he did?…

[6:06PM JI] y/n I didn’t know you could be so nice🥹

[6:07PM Y/N] yeah yeah whatever

[6:07PM Y/N] just promise me you won’t get all lovey dovey with him when I’m around or I’ll feel sick. 😊

[6:07PM JI] oh my precious y/n…are you jealous??

yes.

[6:08PM JI] fine I’ll ditch him for you my love 🫶

oh..

[6:08PM Y/N] nah I’m fine 💀

[6:08PM JI] wow, stop begging for me will ya🙃

[6:08PM Y/N] ha

[6:09PM Y/N] but seriously Ji, don’t forget about me when you get the boy.

[6:09PM JI] get the boy? wtf💀

[6:10PM Y/N] ykwim 😭

[6:10PM JI] lol I won’t, ur my best friend y/n

[6:10PM Y/N] ya but still..

[6:11PM JI] y/n? are you lonely?

yes.

[6:12PM Y/N] no.

[6:12PM JI] I think you are hun

[6:12PM Y/N] stop calling me hun😟 makes you sound like my mom

[6:13PM Y/N] well sometimes I feel like ur mom

[6:13PM Y/N] wat-

[6:13PM JI] not the point.

[6:13PM Y/N] then what is your point Ji?

[6:14PM JI] my point is, I think you need someone to be with you when I can’t.

[6:14PM Y/N] like who?

[6:14PM JI] a boyfieee? 😋

[6:15PM Y/N] ew- that emoji

[6:15PM Y/N] plus I’m not interested in being in a relationship rn.

[6:16PM JI] please y/n 🥹 I can hear you sighing all the way across campus🙃

[6:17PM Y/N] I’m not sighing

yes you were.

[6:17PM JI] yes u are. 😊

[6:18PM Y/N] fine, just a little-

[6:18PM JI] hehe

[6:18PM JI] let me set u up with someone.

[6:19PM Y/N] hell no. the last few times you did that all those guys were douche bags. so no.

[6:19PM JI] are you telling me all my guy friends are douche bags?!

[6:20PM Y/N] yes, yes I am. 😯

[6:20PM JI] they are not!

[6:20PM Y/N] you’re not the one who went on dates with them so how would you know

[6:21PM JI] i-

[6:21PM Y/N] so, I’m not going to be set up by one of your douche bag friends again.

[6:22PM JI] common y/nnn!! ur 22 and don’t have a bf, if you don’t get one soon your parents will probably give you an arranged relationship 💀

[6:23PM Y/N] no they won’t! they are not like that!

[6:23PM JI] dont all rich kids who come from parents who own big companies usually get arrangements like that? 🙃

[6:24PM Y/N] not all.. and not me!

[6:24PM JI] sure💀

[6:24PM Y/N] plus I’m not like other rich kids😝

[6:25PM JI] mhm😟

[6:25PM JI] y/n my point is, would you rather try or just give up and let ur parents do it for you?

[6:26PM Y/N] fine, I’ll try. BUT UR NOT SETTING ME UP! I’m doing it on my own!

[6:26PM JI] fine, fine.

the conversation with Jiyung went on for a while longer but nothing to exciting.

what were you gonna do now? you like Jake..

a month later

you kept I’m mind what Jiyung told you about finding a boyfriend.

Maybe you should just move on from Jake. Besides him a Ji were dating now so there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

you were walking to your coding class when you got a text at [2:54PM] from an unknown number

“Huh?” you asked yourself.

Unknown Number

[2:54PM UNKNOWN NUMBER] hey is this y/n?

[2:55PM Y/N] yes this is, who is this?

[2:55PM UNKNOWN NUMBER] oh okay good. this is Lee Heeseung from chem class.

[2:55PM Y/N] Oh okay! one sec

[2:55PM UNKNOWN NUMBER] mk

you changed “Unknown Number”’s name to “Heeseung”

[2:56PM Y/N] okay, so what can I help you with heeseung?

[2:56PM HEESEUNG] we’ll the list for partners on the project got put up today, and we are partnered

[2:57PM Y/N] ohh okay. thanks for letting me know :)

[2:57PM HEESEUNG] yep!

[2:58PM Y/N] well I gtg now heeseung, I need to get to my coding class, I only have a few minutes left! but thanks again for letting me know :))

[2:58PM HEESEUNG] oh yeah np! But one more thing y/n..

[2:58PM Y/N] yeah?

[2:59PM HEESEUNG] u look cute today :)

what…

[2:59PM HEESEUNG] bye y/n! see you in chem!

——

well, not all first loves work…right?

#enhypen #enha #my oc #Kpop #kpop timestamps #kpop fanfic #hope you enjoy #jake #heeseung

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bryan360 · 2 years

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Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)

Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0 Drive (64 GB) (Unboxing) - Part 1 (Nov. 12th, 2022)

🇵🇷Me: Hola, everyone and friends! I’ve been waiting after saving this to have my latest review, but hoping it’ll work on my tablet devices when going through progress. I think It’ll be worth using it until I can get a new one with bigger gigabytes next time. Anyways, here’s what used to be my birthday gift giving by my mom: Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0. Drive ⬇️

🐰🖌Maxwell: A USB Drive for your tablet, huh? That’s pretty neat idea of getting.

🇵🇷Me: Yeah, Maxwell. Thought I’ll be having this if I can store my photos and artworks to save. After all, it’s my birthday gift I’ve picked to show ya from last month. Link Here

🐰🖌Maxwell: Sounds good. We know about using USB drive to store things whether videos or musics like some of my friends do. Wonder how can work well with working on your tablet still? Just saying.

🇵🇷Me: Glad that you asked, buddy. However, I’ll be saving for another part coming later. At least when going through the unboxing part first. I’ve started back in November. 12th during break time. For now until I can go back to other stuff this week. Also other items I'll be saving for future reviews.

(1st and 4th Images)

🇵🇷Me: Before I can do unboxing though, I took pics of the box itself showing the USB Drive item that made for iPhone, iPad, and iPod devices. Since now I had two iPad devices, I’m going for the 5th generation version that I mostly use. Because if you remember what happened to my iPad Mini 2 device is something I’ve upgraded. Though that doesn’t mean I won’t be tossing my old device away anytime soon. I’m still keeping it. Anyways, it can hold about 64 GB or gigabytes of storage to store any artworks I have. Though don’t which ones I can head start with, but hoping I’ll won’t losing it when transferring in progress. It’s a good thing when checking on the back there’s a list of iPhone, iPad, and iPod devices that will have support for my USB Drive; more or less.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Yeah. I can see the list of them if you look closely. It saids there that it can support iPad Mini and iPad 5th generation versions. Nice! 😉👍

(5th and 6th Images)

🇵🇷Me: That’s exactly what I’m hoping for. Or else it would a bit too difficult if it haven’t. Now after checking on the back is done, I can open up the box to see what’s inside. Although it only includes the USB Drive itself and the manual book, but at least not too much.

(7th, 8th, and 9th Images)

🇵🇷Me: And finally have a closer look of the USB Drive; with both Type-A and Lighting connectors. Also it includes both protective caps and a small hanger. So that’s nice some companies had those before. Hope that my P-pal @murumokirby360 is already appreciated. I’ll make sure to not lose both of them when sealing and unsealing.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Hope not, but good for having them sealed in protection. 👍

My thoughts:

🇵🇷Me: So far, I haven't touch to set up my USB Drive just yet, but I'm promised I'll get to that this month without rushing in. At least the unboxing part work out fine for starters. It had some of them I wanted, but nothing can hurt as I'll be reading through manual.

🐰🖌Maxwell: Mhm. We're getting there to set up his USB Drive to connect with his iPad device. So stay tuned for another part review to handle well.

🇵🇷Me: 👍🏼

My Verbatim Store ‘n’ Go USB 3.0 Drive (64 GB) - photos/pics made by myself; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301

#review #review post #verbatim #verbatim store n go #usb 3.0 #usb 3.0 drive #usb drive #verbatim usb drive #part 1 #unboxing #photos #pics #november 2022 #november 14th 2022

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theroguedragons · 1 year

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❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜ from Iseult (welcome back!)

More smut sentence starters from here @bloodofthefates

“Iseult…” It was a low mumble of her name in return to her words he heard after her hands had started to wander along his sides to crawl closer against him in bed. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Daemon asked with a pleased grin on his lips while wrapping his arms around hers to make her hold onto him even more. For so long his advisor had hold back before she allowed his first touch and now that he started to show her the pleasures of flesh, it seemed that she had become insatiable. Not that he minded that but he couldn’t deny that it was still unusual to see.

“Feel good, Mhm?” With a sigh he turnt around, her hands gliding to his chest as he faced her so he could wipe away those dark strains of her face. “Does it not feel good to be in my arms, my lady? Or do you need… something more?” Of course the prince knew that she had wanted something more, her eyes told that story very clearly as she looked at him so needy for more than a simple embrace. “Please” she begged again and made his grin even wider, elbow rested on the sheets to stabilize his face while his other hand wandered down between her legs. “You know how this works.” he murmured, his forehead leaning against hers with closed eyes before he whispered “spread your legs.”, his fingers curling around her thigh to shove it back and slip under the nightdress she was wearing.

Eyes opened again just to watch her cause as he was close enough to her core with his tips, he wanted to make sure to see every last bit of her pleased expressions. Daemon was never used to disappointment and even Iseult never made him feel that way especially now when her lips parted to release a gasp as he entered her walls with his digits, anything but truly fucking her cause that would cross her borders right? “Is that what you want?” he muttered, feeling her grip around his arm tightening but not to shove him away, just to keep him right there where he was and lead him deeper. Iseult obviously wanted more, portraying it by every move of her hips that pressed against his hand as he started to penetrate her cunt with skilled and rough fingers he got over the years of fighting. The prince had never been much into foreplay, but as Iseult finally allowed him to touch her in a way that didn’t include fucking her with his cock, it had developed into a habit for him he only always shared with her. “I love how you moan for me. You gonna speak my name when you cum, witch.” Cause nothing was more beautiful than hearing her quiver his name and like the good girl she was she followed his wish: his name rolling from her mouth like a serenade she only sang for him as her high carried her away to another sphere. “Such a good girl you are for me.”

#daemon x iseult #bloodofthefates #v: fire & blood #ojenilla #answers

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pov - ariana grande

Pairing - Y/N x Peter Parker (boyfriend!peter - bestfriend!peter)

warnings - some cursing, fluff, mentions of a knife (no sh), fluff,

A/N - okay- so, this is my first work and i’m sorry if its trashy. constructive criticism is accepted.

happy reading!

it’s like you got superpowers,

turn my minutes into hours

you sat at your desk, just thinking. thinking about… well, him. peter parker. the one guy who was, in fact, one of the very little people able to make you feel this good about yourself and just life, really. but something about him was different—other than the fact that he was your boyfriend, of course—it was as if he had some special ability just dedicated to making you feel great about yourself, also, probably dedicated to being simply the best and kindest human being on earth. he could just brighten anyone’s day by walking into the room, or at least yours. and when you were alone with him, you could’ve sworn time stopped. you could spend all of five minutes together and it was as though you entire day was spent with him, but of course, you weren’t complaining.

you got more than 20-20, babe

made of glass, the way you see through me

you know me better than i do

can’t seem to keep nothing from you

a knock from what seemed to be your bedroom door startled you out of your thoughts. once you didn’t answer, the knocking came again but it wasn’t from the door, it was coming from the window.

you looked over to said window and observed what you could from the half closed curtains, the silhouette of someone crouching on the dormer of your window. out of instinct from living with the avengers for so long and training with natasha, you grabbed a pocket knife you always kept by the bed in case of emergency missions where there wouldn’t time to get your usual weapons. you stood to the side of the window and pulled the curtain over without making yourself visible to the intruder, once you did so you looked over to whoever was on you window, only to be greeted by a red and blue suited boy. he had that disheveled hair, that always made you smile just by the sight of it.

“dude, what the heck,” you exclaimed, chuckling, as you opened the window.

“i could ask you the same thing” peter said, motioning toward the pocket knife in your hand and crawling inside.

you shrugged and got in a fighting stance with the knife pointed at him. he chuckled at your actions and shot a web at your hand, sticking it to your bed. “like you could ever stab me,” he smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. it was warm and passionate, simply… comforting.

the smile adorning your face dropped a bit when he pulled away. he studied your facial expression, now resting more than covered by disappointment.

“you have your thinking face on, what’s on your mind?”

you scoffed. “i don’t have a ‘thinking face’”

“sure you do.” he smiled. “but seriously, what’s on your mind today?”

“oh, nothing, just thinking about… some things,” you said, practically proving his point.

“what kind of things?” he asked curiously. you weren’t about to lie, it was actually kinda nice to have someone who actually cared about what you were thinking of these past years that you’d joined the avengers. you had a new, somehow more caring, family now.

“well for starters, the fact that i am now stuck to my bed for 2 hours,” you joked and motioned to your hand, now webbed to the bed. “and i was thinking of my wonderful boyfriend before i was, quite rudely, interrupted.”

peter put his hand over his heart and gasped in mock offense. “why are you always so mean to me?”

you wacked him with a pillow on the shoulder, “am not!”

“mhm, sure,” he said, “so, what else?”

“what do you mean?”

“what else were you thinking about?”

“that’s it.”

he raised his eyebrows, clearly not buying your cover.

you sighed. “i was thinking about… me”

peter nodded his head telling you to keep going. “me, and my body,” you continued.

he furrowed his eyebrows and blinked at you with love and concern. “again? are you okay?”

“yeah,” you looked down to your hand, observing the intricate web design covering and locking it in place. “you know the drill, just looking at stuff online and negatively reflecting on myself then crying and you coming to me to help and knowing exactly what to do because sometimes i swear you fucking know me so much better and longer than i do myself.”

“hey,” peter held your chin up with his hand, “look at me. if you ever, and i mean ever need me, even if we’re not on speaking terms for whatever reason, i’ll be here for you.” he smiled and wiped away a stray tear that had mindlessly made its way down your cheek with his thumb.

you smiled back at him and thanked him, for everything really. no matter what, he had always been there for you ever since the day you met at that elementary school playground. when your parents died from a hydra attack, peter was already in contact with mr. stark so he set you up for one of his ‘scholarships’.

“oh, since i didn’t see you yesterday, i wanna show you this thing we learned in asl,” you told him. you took asl in high school as an elective.

“ooh,” he replied, clearly intrigued by your new knowledge, “what is it?”

“we learnt the quick way to sign ‘i love you’,” that was a lie. he got you stuck to this bed, you were gonna get him back.

you put down your ring and middle fingers against your palm, leaving your pinky, index finger, and thumb up— the way peter, or rather, spiderman does when shooting his webs. you pointed it towards your other hand, which wasn’t part of the sign but you prayed to every god there was that he wouldn’t catch onto that.

peter repeated the motions and pointed his fingers to his own wrist. “like this—“ thwip! webs shot to his hand, leaving him stuck to the bed the same way you were.

you tried your best to lie before he caught onto you. “oh my god, i’m sorry, i forgot about the shooters.”

he shot you a look, once again, he didn’t buy it. dammit. he always made it impossible for you to lie to him. “no you didn’t.”

“you’re right, i didn’t.”

you both laughed at your terrible lying skills around him. once the laughter started to die down, you looked at each other just enjoying the moment.

you took a second to simply admire him. his adorable smile. his warm, welcoming brown eyes. his soft, curly hair that cascaded a little over his forehead. just him and his presence.

you reached out your free hand, just to hold him, and he returned the action. you stayed holding each other in comfortable silence for a bit, forehead to forehead.

“i love you,” he whispered.

“i love you more”

“i love you most.”

you chuckled. “by the way, thank you.”

“what for?” he asked. you felt his warm breath on your face and it comforted you in a way.

“just…everything.”

“you’re welcome, (y/n/n)” and with that, he pulled you in for another warm, soft kiss, full of love and comfort.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #mcu #mcu fanfiction

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