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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another Monday. Is this what life is? Mourning the weekend as you try to wipe the sleep from your eyes. It's too much, you should be cuddling squishes and snoring.

You hop off the bus and head towards the building. Once you're at your desk, you can pretend you're awake. If you get the right angle, you can just doze off a bit. Just a couple minutes more.

The elevator nearly knocks you with its slow rise. You shuffle between cubicles but before you can claim your chair, you find something unexpected. A cushion. A pink and white ergonomic cushion with a matching pad clung around the back rest. Um, this isn't your chair.

You look around confused. Someone will be real mad when they realise they lost their fancy chair. People do seem territorial around here. You turn the chair as you search for its owner.

“Did I get the colour right?” A grizzly voice has you leaping in place. You face Curtis as he rests his hand on the side of your cubicle, “they had purple too.”

“You?” You gasp.

“I…” he shrugs and his eyes wander to the ceiling, “I'm tryna make it up to you. I was and asshole so–”

“Nope, nuh uh,” you turn and tear open the velcro, detaching the back pad, “keep ‘em. I don't want your charity.”

“It's not–” he steps forward, “it's an apology.”

“Apology? For stealing? Well, I can't forgive a liar.”

You shove the pad against his chest, “I think I was clear. You should be happy I was because I have a terrible habit of rambling. My mom says I could talk the dead to life.”

He reluctantly clasps onto the pad as he scowls. You grab the seat cushion and press it against the other one. He reluctantly hooks his other arm under it.

“I was gonna give it back,” he grumbles.

“So why'd you take it?” You challenge.

“I don't know,” he mutters.

“I do. You're a bully. I left those behind in school,” you put your hands on your hips, “so go away and keep your hands off my things!”

His nostrils flare as his eyes meet yours. They're the shade of blue that makes you think of storms and the ocean and butterfly wings. He'd be cute if he wasn't so mean.

“You shouldn't talk to me like that,” he warns as he squeezes the cushions.

“Take your own advice, meanie! You had your chance.”

“I've been nice,” he rasps as he looks you up and down.

You're unsettled by how the glint in his eyes changes, how his shoulders square and his jaw ticks. He meets your gaze and narrows his eyes.

“You don't know what mean is.”

You flinch as he spins on his heel. He marches past you, a gust of air tickling your cheeks as he flees. You turn and watch him go, your stomach knotting.

Maybe you were a bit rude, even pushy, but you're trying to be better about drawing lines. You don't have to be a doormat to be nice. Even if it is easier.

You put your bag on your desk and sit, squeaking at the harsh impact of your ass on the thin seat. Gosh, there may as well not be any padding. You sniff and swivel close to the desk, booting the computer as you wait and think.

He's mad but he'll get over it. He made it clear he has no interest in you before so why this sudden change. Oh well, you never really understood men or their brains.

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You stare at your pen cup and frown. You miss your happy penguin pen buddy. As you ponder his absence, that suspicion nips at your ears. Maybe he took those too.

Does it matter? You're moving on. You ordered new pens on Amazon. You're starting over new!

You get up to get a fresh coffee. You really should cut back. Maybe you could do some hot chocolate but you get a bit silly when you have too much sugar.

You enter the break room and immediately want to storm out. He's there, glaring at the machine as he watches it brew. You smell the dark roast you bought him. How could you have ever been so nice to someone like him?

Curtis takes his mug and you sidle along the wall, certain to get well out of his way. He turns and stops as he sees you. You stare at the ceiling as you wait for him to go.

He snarls but makes no move to leave. You bounce on your heels with your mug in hand. You can wait.

He's not going. So you go to the machine and peruse the selection. Maple shortbread, huh, that's a curious choice.

You sense him lingering. You do your best to ignore him, the scuff of his shoes putting you on edge. You're not the best at reading people, obviously, but you can feel his anger.

As he looms closer, you take a step forward. You spin and throw an arm up as if blocking an unseen strike. Your hand flips Curtis’ mug, spilling the brown liquid down his grey shirt. He backs up and looks down at the mess.

“Why would you do that?”

“Personal space,” you wave your arm up and down, drawing the invisible wall before you.

“I'm trying to… you're crazy, you know that?”

“So what does that make you?” You pout, “I told you to leave me alone.”

He puffs, lip curling as he grips his mug tight. He scoffs and whips it past you so it smashes against the wall and the bits litter over the counter. You let out a squeal as he stomps out, leaving you in shock, standing before a puddle of coffee.

You gulp and face the remnants of his mug. You should clean that up before anyone cuts themselves. You cross to the counter and set to carefully plucking up the shards.

“What happened in here?” Melanie asks as she enters, “oh it's you.”

You ignore her as you focus on the glass. Of course she assumes it was you. Seems like everyone thinks you're a disaster.

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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You'll be a great dad - Tsu'tey one-shot

summary: tsu'tey is overwhelmed with anxiety and fear upon hearing the news of his mate's pregnancy and becoming a father, but like a good friend, jake is there to calm him down

wc: 1.3k

contains: just reader being pregnant, jake and tsu'tey are bros

a/n: ahh, i missed writing so much, i had to post another fluff today. esp after finishing the unrequited series, i can't let go of tsu'tey and the idea of dad!tsu'tey, so you must suffer with me. replies and reblogs are requireeed

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Tsu’tey paced around the lab with a concerned look on his face, making Jake feel slightly dizzy. It was already chaotic enough with the kids running around and touching everything they weren’t supposed to, so Tsu’tey’s restlessness only added to Jake’s headache.

“Tsu’tey, for the love of God, can you please sit down?” he asked tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

Tsu’tey shot him an angry glare, but eventually complied and slowed his frenzied pacing. He sank onto an empty bed beside Jake, his eyes glazing over as he absentmindedly watched Lo’ak drag Kiri by her kuru, eliciting a high-pitched squeak from her. The bickering between the kids and Jake’s raised voice attempting to separate them faded into the background as Tsu’tey's mind raced with worry for you. Something wasn't right.

It had been two days since you decided to be a little adventurous and try some of the sky people's food, egged on by Jake. Tsu’tey had warned you to stay away from it, but as you disobeyed, you were suffering the consequences that same night, and the night after that. And it wasn’t going away, which made Tsu’tey grow increasingly frightened.

You had a restless night, tossing and turning with waves of nausea until you finally vomited early in the morning. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but snicker at you for not heeding his warnings, and lectured you about how nothing good came from the sky people and that you should have known better. But when the vomiting persisted into the next day, his amusement quickly washed away making place for worry. He insisted that you saw Tsahik, but despite her doubts, it was still too early to tell anything. So, when Jake suggested taking you to the lab, with no other options left, Tsu’tey reluctantly agreed. He didn’t trust it, but he was desperate to see you back on your feet and sleeping soundly beside him at night.

“Why are they taking her blood?” he asked protectively, as he glared through the glass window into the room where you were seated, your arm extended and a needle piercing your skin.

“To run a few tests, figure out what’s wrong,” Jake explained with a calm voice, placing a comforting hand on Tsu’tey’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it, it’s normal.”

Tsu’tey hummed but it wasn’t like he could calm his nerves. Time seemed to drag on endlessly as they kept you in the back room, running test after test. And even seated next to Jake, Tsu’tey couldn’t stop tapping his foot in annoyance. His eyes wandered over to the three kids, Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri, who were playing around with one of the large machines. They were pressing buttons that didn’t light up like on the other equipment, and Tsu’tey smiled weakly, assuming that it must not be working.

“Lo’ak, play nice,” Jake warned his youngest, then turned to look at Tsu’tey, “I swear, ever since he was born, I started finding gray hair all over my head.”

“At the rate he’s going, you’ll be back with Eywa in no time,” Tsu’tey joked for the first time in a day, “Give it a few more years.”

“Be careful what you wish for, buddy. If that happens, you'll have to step up and help Neytiri with the kids as their uncle,” Jake chuckled with an amused tone.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” Tsu’tey grinned, “I’ll make sure those little monsters learn how to hunt properly. Not the way their daddy taught them.”

Jake rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. Their banter was cut short when Norm walked into the room with a quick, “Good, you guys are still here.” Immediately, Tsu’tey rose to his feet, his ears and tail perked up in alert. Jake stood up too, eyeing the thick folder in Norm’s hands.

"What is wrong with her? Is she alright?" Tsu’tey asked with a frown, urging Norm to speak.

“Yes, she is alright, don’t worry," Norm answered calmly, bringing a slight relief to the two men, "We got her blood work back, ran some tests, and everything is normal."

“Where is she?”

“She's in the back room, taking a nap,” Norm shrugged, “She was exhausted, so we let her rest for a while.” “Yes, she hasn’t slept for two nights,” Tsu’tey grumbled in annoyance.

“Was it food poisoning?” Jake interjected.

Norm tensed up slightly, biting the inside of his cheek, as if he was holding back information. Tsu’tey and Jake exchanged a look, waiting for Norm to continue.

“No, not food poisoning,” he finally answered, “But it’s better if she knows first.”

“Talk,” Tsu’tey ordered with a stern voice, not known to tolerate any ambiguity. Especially not when it concerned your health.

“I’ll have to talk to her, it’s kind of personal,” Norm said sheepishly.

“Spill it,” the man took a step closer, his tone intimidating. Jake rushed to step in between the two, placing a hand on Norm’s shoulder to defuse the tension.

“What is it, Norm?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it's just that I think she should be the first to know...” he trailed off.

“Oh,” Jake’s face lit up with realization, “Is she…?”

Norm nodded, backing away from Tsu’tey.

“What? What's going on?” Tsu’tey demanded, growing more agitated by the second.

“I think he means that Y/N is pregnant,” Jake said, grinning from ear to ear.

Tsu’tey looked in between them a few times, struggling to process the information. He turned to Norm again, pointing at the papers in his hands.

“So, is she healthy?”

“Yes, everything looks good,” Norm said, “Congratulations, man.”

“You’re going to be a dad,” Jake chimed in, squeezing Tsu’tey’s shoulders with an encouragement.

Content with Norm’s answer that you were alright, Tsu’tey hardly registered anything else past that. The men stared at him in anticipation to say something, anything, about your pregnancy, but Tsu’tey remained silent, unable to form a coherent response.

“Well, aren’t you happy?” Jake nudged him.

“About what?”

“About Y/N being pregnant?” Jake let out a chuckle of disbelief.

Tsu’tey frowned, taking a seat on the bed again. His mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts at the news, chest tightening with anxiety of becoming a father. The distant screams of the Sully kids were like the high-pitched screeches of Toruk to his ears, only adding to the panic he felt. He was not ready to be responsible for a new life, and there were so many things to prepare.

Norm mumbled something about checking on you, and Jake nodded before taking a seat next to his friend. While it was unusual to see Tsu'tey so zoned out, Jake could understand how scary the thought might have seemed to him.

“Aren’t you happy? I’m sure you thought about having kids with Y/N before.”

“I have,” Tsu’tey confirmed with a nod.

“Then this shouldn't be as much of a surprise to you, right? I mean, if you didn’t hold back…” Jake teased with a knowing smile.

“You and your disgusting sky people talk,” he spat in annoyance.

“But seriously, man, it might seem scary but it’s actually not,” Jake gestured at his kids, who were now occupied with Grace’s old diary logs, “All you have to do is keep them fed and play with them a couple of times a day, and they’re happy. And once they stop breastfeeding, they might even notice that they have a dad too.”

Tsu’tey smiled at his words weakly, grateful for the reassurance. Sure, he was still anxious about messing it up and not being a good father, but he couldn’t help the excitement starting to bubble up in his chest.

“I mean, even my kids like you, so I think you’ll be a great dad, Tsu’tey,” Jake patted his shoulder with a toothy grin, “And Y/N will be a wonderful mother. Seriously, your kid would be lucky to have you two as parents.” “Thank you, Jake Sully,” Tsu’tey stood up with a sparkle in his eyes, “I’ll go find her.”

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goldiesvault · 7 months

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Please Stay

TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary- After being with Peter for a year, you saw that he started to distance himself away from you and treated you horribly for 3 months straight. After a messy breakup, Peter tries to explain his actions and stops you from leaving him and New York behind. Will he make you stay?

Warnings- angst, a brief description of smut in the end.

Age rating- 16+?

Word count- 3.1k

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y/n and Peter Parker were strangers then they became friends and then lovers. But lately y/n wished to be strangers again. The two met when y/n came to New York to study, far away from home she was new to the energetic New York which seemed to cause trouble.

It wasn't until she tripped and spilled her coffee on a very handsome stranger who seemed to be in a hurry. He apologized and quickly ran telling her that he had classes and to tie her shoelaces properly next time.

When y/n looked down after the stranger had disappeared she noticed she tripped because of the open shoelaces. In embarrassment, she hoped to find the handsome stranger again to thank him and apologize for the shirt she ruined.

Her prayers were heard when the dog she was walking decided to jump on the stranger and play with him. You apologized for the dog's behavior but the stranger only chuckled introducing himself.

"It's okay clumsy, I am Peter." you had laughed loudly at the nickname. "Nice to meet you, coffee guy, I am y/n." the two of you have been inseparable since then. He gave you a reason to stay in New York.

After knowing you for a year he finally made a move asking you on a date. The two of you have since then gone to multiple. The first year of your relationship was full of adventures until for the last three months it wasn't.

Peter had distanced himself from you, always making some or the other excuse when asked to hang out or for a date. He didn't call anymore nor did he text. He had bailed on your date for the past three months.

And whenever you would see him unexpectedly he would avert his gaze away from you and didn't even hold your hand. Peter was all about touch, it was his love language. Him not even holding your hand was the end of it all.

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You had a feeling that he had fallen out of love. You knew he had found someone else to love or he got back to Gwen. All your insecurities started to run through your mind but you tried to shut them off by closing your eyes and going back to sleep.

Not being able to sleep you sighed and walked towards your kitchen to get yourself some water. It was eleven pm pretty early for you to go to bed since you always had some assignments or a date with your boyfriend.

But it was summer! you don't start my class till September and it's just the 8th of June today. You take your phone and open Peter's contact which had a photo of him when he had shaved his hair and decided to wear a cap 24/7 even in bed.

Smiling at the picture you debated whether to call him or not. Your heart won and you called him hoping that he would pick up. The ring ended and you stared at the unanswered phone.

"I am so fucking delusional I shouldn't have stayed for him." You scoff "He doesn't even care for me. This was a big mistake I am going home this Monday and no one can stop me." You mumble standing up and taking your suitcase out of the storage closet.

"It's me and you again buddy." You talk to your suitcase and laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"Why the fuck are sisters always annoyingly right. Should have listened to her and booked the flight." you start to talk to yourself. When you told your sister about Peter she was happy for you but when you told her you would stay with Peter for holidays she visibly cringed.

"Look y/n I love you and I am extremely happy for you that you found yourself a very good boyfriend. But don't you ever give up anything for him, you understand? I just don't want you to regret it." she had told you and know you understood why.

Your suitcase was half filled already. Your head snapped when your phone rang. Seeing Peter's name a strange feeling settled in your stomach. You were extremely happy but also angry.

"Hey baby I am sorry, I was running and my phone was at home," Peter said and he did sound like he was out of breath. You had known Peter for more than two years and one thing you knew about him was that he never went for a run in the night.

"But you never go for a run during the night Peter," you said annoyed at him. You heard him laugh from the other side of the phone, "I just had lots of energy and decided to go for a run you know." he said.

"No, I don't Peter." You snapped at him voice sharp. "And I haven't known anything since the past three months. It feels like I am dating a fucking stranger!" You voiced your concerns.

"You always ignore me this is the first time in months since you willingly called me Peter! You never text me or take me on dates. Meet me tomorrow at Rows cafe at 8 we need to talk. And by the way, I am breaking up with you," you told him not giving him a chance to speak.

Before you hung up you heard a surprised "What?! NO y/n." you breathed in relief it felt good to get the things off your chest. You sniffled pulling your legs closer to yourself as you watched the Brooklyn Bridge from your apartment building.

You put your phone on silent and ignored the 57 missed calls from Peter and 109 messages from him.

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Your suitcase was almost packed. You had two boxes that had Peter's things in them including his sweatshirts, mug, books he had annotated for you, the gifts he gave you, and of course the bracelet with a small star and moon charm he had gifted you for your 1 year anniversary.

You hadn't slept a blink since last night, spending your time packing and looking at your pictures together with sadness and distaste.

You thanked the waiter as she bought you your coffee. Sipping on the drink you felt at peace. It was 8:20 and like always he was late or he bailed.

"You are late. I thought you were going to bail on me like always," you say with such distaste that Peter felt his heart clench in pain. You looked at him after almost a week.

He looked miserable his eyes were red and bloodshot, his hair was a mess and he had a small gash on his cheek. Bruises and cuts would always randomly appear on his body and when you asked him about it he said it was because he boxed sometimes at the gym.

You wore sunglasses to hide your red eyes. But you could see that he looked more miserable than you. "Can I get something for your boyfriend?" the friendly waiter ask.

Both of you stiffen "Oh- uh- I." Peter shuttered while you answered for both of you. "He is not my boyfriend." The waiter blushed in embracement. "Oh, I am sorry I just assumed. What would like sir?"

Peter ordered his usual rose tea and once the waiter was far away from the two of you. You handed Peter the two boxes with their contents. He looked at you tearfully. "No y/n.....what did I do? Please don't do this baby."

You chuckled bitterly at his words. "What did you do?" you repeat enraged. "You did everything wrong that you could do Peter. What is it huh? Did you find someone else or did you go back to Gwen?"

Peter stiffened at Gewn's name and you laughed bitterly. "Should have known. So I was just someone to make her jealous huh? Everything that we went through means nothing to you?" Peter sat quietly his gaze on his tea.

Tears start to brim in your eyes at his silence. "You know what Parker? We are done for good. You fucking asshole." you spat taking your iced coffee and throwing it at his face. The people around the cafe gasped at the commotion.

Peter seemed to wake up from his daze. "We are done you fucker." you put 20 dollar bill on the table and left the cafe. "No no no no y/n no! Wait y/n! y/n!" Peter screamed as he ran out of the cafe.

"y/n wait please!" he yelled but you paid no mind and hailed a taxi to your apartment. Peter ruffled his hair as he sprinted towards your apartment which was a good 20 blocks away from this cafe.

Peter reached your apartment door banging on it as pleas left his mouth. "y/n please please please baby let me in please let me explain. y/n baby please." he pleaded.

Inside your home, you were battling within yourself whether you should open the door or not. "I am not cheating on you babe I would never do that. Please let me explain." At this, you opened the door and Peter fell to the ground.

"Come inside." You said and closed the door once he did. "You have 10 minutes to explain yourself, I have to catch a flight in three hours." Peter's eyes widen. "Wai-yo-you are going?" he shutters and you nod.

"You are wasting my time Peter make this quick." you snapped. And for the first time in many weeks, Peter saw you. You looked miserable to him, your whole face was red and all he wanted to do was apologize and hold you tight.

"I only love you y/n and I mean it there is no other person in my life and no there is no Gwen," he said sincerely you only kept quiet and avoided his gaze. "I am so sorry baby I never wanted to make you feel sad. This was not my intention." he pleads.

You scoff in disbelief "Never your intention? Peter, you made me feel like the worst person in the whole world. I thought you were using me and didn't want me anymore for god knows what reason. You never called, never texted, never set up the dates like you used to." you said as tears ran down your face.

"For the past three months you didnt even say I love you to me, and when I came to your college to meet you, you would ignore me make some excuse, and run away. What am I supposed to think after you do all this without any explanation? huh?" you said trying not to yell at him.

Peter winced when he realized how bad it looked. "You weren't even happy to see me! You love holding my hand where did that go?! I thought you were going through something I gave you time space whatever you needed. For three months straight Peter." You wipe your tears away.

"Three months I waited for you now I can't do this anymore. Was I some kind of dumb bet that you placed with your friend? huh? Or you were tired of me already? You don't like my body? Is that the reason?" You asked him lips quering.

Peter shook his head mumbling no. "No no no never y/n never think that again. Ever please, none of those reasons are true clumsy," he whispered. You visibly cringed at the nickname.

"Look I know it looks bad and it is very bad but y/n I am just trying to protect you. I don't want to leave you love, if anything I want to protect you." You look at Peter in disbelief.

"Protect me from what huh? From what Peter?" Peter looked confused he was battling within himself whether he should tell you the truth or not.

The silence made you want to cry a lot more than you are, you opened the door and demanded him to get out. "Get the fuck out of my house Parker." you hissed.

"y/n please no give me a chance to explain myself." You gasped in disbelief. "A chance? Bullshit your reason and explanations are absolutely bullishit Peter please get the fuck out of here before I call security," you told him calmly.

"y/n please close the door and I will tell you everything you want to know okay?" You shook your head and decided to give him a chance closing the door.

You looked at him but he only went inside your bedroom. "I didn't invite you in the bedroom." You told him and sat on your bed with folded arms.

"Okay y/n I know this will come as a big shock but I am Spiderman." You stare at Peter for a good five minutes and burst out laughing.

Peter only blinked sighing he knew this would happen. "Yeah, and I am death Vedar." You joked shaking your head. "Get out you are wasting my time." you snapped.

"No y/n I actually am Spiderman. I save people and shit I am sorry that I didn't tell you this sooner but baby I was trying to protect you and myself," he said. "Something or other could have happened that would reveal my identity and I don't want that."

He was quite correct if you were Spiderman you didn't want to tell every person you dated that you were Spiderman until and unless you truly loved them.

"Baby I couldn't risk your safety. Few people already come to know about you. They tried to make you a hostage so that they could get me. I don't want to hurt you baby." Peter said tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Why do you think Spiderman was fighting with people in the alleyway next to your apartment for a week straight three months back? I cannot afford to lose you y/n I really cannot." You were trying to absorb the information it was too much for you to digest.

"That is the reason why I distanced myself away from you. If someone saw me with you, I-I can't afford to see you hurt my love. You are my everything I can't do that to you. I know it was stupid of me to do it the wrong way. God, I am so awful to you." Peter said ruffling his hair.

"I can't afford to lose you y/n you mean the world to me baby." He said pleading you to stay. "And you never have to worry about Gwen, okay baby? She died a long time back, she was my first love." Peter said.

"But you y/n, you are my true love and I didn't lie when I said I see us getting married in June and having a baby girl and a baby boy. And I didn't lie when I said that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you y/n." Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at Peter with blurry eyes.

"I love you y/n please please don't leave me." When Peter said that he was sacred because people kept leaving his life you didn't think of leaving as in dying. And now you understand why he did what he did.

"I promise I will make it-" Before he could finish his sentence you kissed him your hands cupping his face as he moved his hands on your waist. You part away from him looking into his eyes.

"I knew all that boxing and gym was bullshit. You would much rather stay in hibernation." You whispered looking into his dreamy chocolate brown eyes and wiping his tears away.

Peter chuckled happily and kissed the palm of your hand lovingly. "Will you stay with me forever y/n y/l/n?" he asked looking at you with hope and admiration.

"Yes, yes I always will stay with you, Peter Parker," you said as Peter rested his forehead on yours.

"I wanted to give you this on your birthday when I tell you the truth but now just seems a much better time," he said and pulled out a necklace from his pocket. It was a beautiful rose gold chain with a spider pendant on it. On the backside, a small P was carved on it.

You gasped at the thoughtful gift as tears shimmer in your eyes again. "This is like a promise necklace, I promise to stay with you forever clumsy," he said and gently clasped it around your neck.

"This is beautiful Peter," you said as a tear slipped from your eye which he brushed away. "I promise to stick with you forever coffee guy," you said lovingly and kissed him again with much passion.

Your hands went around his neck as you played with his hair and slowly melted in his embrace. His lips left your mouth and went down to your jawline kissing each curve with much love.

He slowly went towards your collarbone leaving love bites on our neck. He stopped for a second and admired the necklace which rested on your neck with a smile he kissed the necklace and then your collarbone.

He sucked on your skin harshly making you moan his name and tug on his hair a bit harshly. Peter hummed at the feeling as he slowly trailed the kisses down to your chest until your clothes interrupted him.

"Does this mean that your love bites are bug bites?" you asked moaning when he bit on your cooler bone harshly. Peter chuckled and licked the spot to bring you some relief.

"Sure you can say that clumsy," he mumbled and pulled your shirt over your head. He admired your chest covered in your bra with loving eyes as his hands went back to unclasp your bra.

You gasped slightly when he ripped the bra apart when he couldn't manage to open it. "Hey that was one of my most comfortable ones," you whined at him.

Peter only laughed and went to leave love bites on your chest. "I will buy you more and as many as you want," he said and gently pushed you backward on the bed and began his art of leaving hickeys all over your body.

"You are getting late for your flight," he mumbled as he covered your nipple with his mouth. "The flight can wait." You said and arch your back in pleasure tugging his hair gently.

"I am going to love you the whole day clumsy," Peter said as he came back to kiss you on the lips exploring your mouth with his tongue.

And this was the first time that you wouldn't regret missing your flight.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ─

A/N

Omg, this was my first time writing this, I do feel like I need holy water now but oh well the damage is done.

I honestly don't know how to write this. Do let me know your opinions!

And send me a request if you have any^^

I am open to writing any characters that I am familiar with :)

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 5 months

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Honey, All I See Is You

Part One

Jake x Reader (f)

Find All Parts Here

Warnings: None

Prologue

Steam wafts up from the mug sitting on the kitchen table. The sound of music playing in another room down the hall floats through the air. The clock on the oven blinks three a.m. His phone drops from his hands and hits the tile floor. A lump forms in his throat and his heart shatters.

One

Today is the start of everything.

Walking down the path, you inhale the crisp air and let it fill your lungs. The late autumn breeze chills you, but you can’t help but love this time of year. The leaves have started to fall from the trees and the earth prepares for the long nights and cold days. Tucking your chin down into your scarf, you trek on.

You pass by several of your small towns’ businesses as you make your way through town. The smell of freshly baked bread floats through the air as you walk by the bakery. Glancing through the window, spot the baker and wave as you pass by. Walking a little further, you turn and hop up the step to the cafe and open the door. A little bell rings as you step in, closing the door behind you.

“Good morning! Be right with you!” You hear someone call from the back.

“Take your time!” You call back, pulling your scarf down and brushing your hair back out of your face.

A man you don’t recognize steps out from the back.

“Hey, how’s it going this fine chilly morning?” He greets.

You smile and say, “Pretty good, but it’ll be better with a cup of hot coffee.”

“What kind of coffee can I get you today?” He chuckles, grabbing a coffee cup and pen to write your order down.

“I’ll take a Spanish latte, please.” You smile.

As he writes your order on the cup he says, “One Spanish latte, coming up.”

You say your thanks and turn to take a seat at the table by the window. Once seated, you pull out your phone and type a quick text.

“Hey, who’s the new guy?” You ask your friend Justin, the owner of the cafe.

“That’s an old buddy of mine. His name is Jake.” He types back.

“Gotcha, seems nice. Fingers crossed he doesn’t mess up my latte.” You tease.

“Here’s hoping, we spent all day yesterday practicing. Let me know how he does.”

You type back, “Will do!”

After a few minutes of scrolling through your socials, you look up just as Jake sits your coffee on the counter and looks over at you. “One Spanish latte.” He says with a smile.

You smile back and stand, walking over to the counter taking the cup before grabbing a lid and putting it on. Jake looks at you expectantly and nods to the coffee. “Hope you enjoy.” He says.

Lifting the cup to your mouth, you take a sip and the bittersweet flavor coats your tongue. Sighing, you lick your lips and say, “Thank you, it’s perfect.”

With an unexpected sigh of relief, Jake grins and says, “No problem. Glad you like it.”

You smile back and lift the cup with a nod goodbye and turn to leave. Stepping out of the cafe, you turn to head to work. Taking a quick peak in through the window, you see Jake watching you leave. He smiles and waves. You return the gesture before continuing on your way.

Opening the door to Literary Labyrinth, the smell of books hits you and you breathe in deep. The smell of home, adventure, love and loss, all encased in these books. Turning to your left, you flip a switch and the overhead lights flicker on. You begin shedding your coat, scarf and purse as you make your way toward the back. Sitting your coffee on the counter, you hang your things on the coat rack in the corner before turning back around to begin opening the store.

You slowly make your way around the store, turning on lamps, picking up books left behind on the seats of wingback chairs, fluffing bean bag chairs in the kid/teen area. Humming to yourself, you put all the books you'd found back where they belong before heading back to the counter.

Walking around to the back of the counter, you sit on the stool and swivel the iPad POS around and tap the screen to get it ready for the day's sales. Once finished, you sigh and pick up your coffee. Taking a sip, you enjoy a few moments of peace before it’s time to flip the sign on the door to open.

The morning and most of the afternoon brings a steady flow of customers. From regulars who stop in everyday to chat about their latest reads to tourists who’d seen the storefront and wanted to check it out. Just as you finish bagging the last of a group of customers stack of poetry books, you hear the front door bell ring.

“Hi! Welcome to Literary Labyrinth!” You call out without looking up.

After throwing in a few free bookmarks and packets of tea, you hand the bag over to the customer with a smile and say brightly, “Have a great day! I hope you enjoy those books! Be sure to let me know what you think of them!” As they leave, you glance around the store to find the customer that had walked in moments before. Not seeing them, you walk around the counter and start to walk down the aisles to find them.

Rounding the corner of the fiction section, you bump into the back of the customer.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” You stammer out.

As he turns around, you're greeted with a smile from Jake. “Clearly.” He chuckles.

Your face heats and you clear your throat. “Again, I apologize. Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?” You ask, gesturing toward the bookcases with a wave of your hand.

He smiles and shakes his head. “Just browsing. But I’ll let you know if I need your help.”

You swallow thickly and nod your head, clasping your hands behind your back and backing away. “Okay, I’ll just be up at the counter if you need anything.” You say, turning on your heels and heading back.

Taking a seat, you cross your legs and smooth your skirt and tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You look to the counter and reach for the book you’d been reading between customers. Flipping through the pages, you stop where the receipt you’re using as a bookmark is and begin to read.

A while passes, before you hear the sound of his footsteps approaching. Marking your place, you close the book in your hands and look up with a small smile. Jake closes the distance and lays a couple of books on the counter. Standing, you glance down at the titles before picking them up to scan the barcodes. You notice they’re the most recent installments of a popular fantasy book series.

“I haven’t had a chance to start this series yet, is it any good?” You ask.

“I really enjoy it. If you liked The Chronicles of Narnia as a kid, you’d probably like this series too. It’s the adult version of that.” He says.

“Nice! I’ll have to add it to my tbr then.” You say with a smile. “That’ll be $52.43.”

He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Opening it, he pulls out a few bills and hands them over to you. You take them and grab his change, handing it back. He smiles and stuffs it in his wallet while you bag his purchase. Grabbing the handles, you hold out the bag and say, “Well I hope you enjoy these as much as you did the rest of the series.”

Reaching out, his fingertips graze your hand, warming where he touches and sending a shiver down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes that you almost miss before he takes the bag from you. “Thanks. I hope you get around to reading it. I have a feeling it’ll be a new favorite.” He says with a grin.

You smile back and he turns to leave. Halfway to the door, he turns back around and says, “You know, I didn’t catch your name at the cafe this morning.” You smile and tell him. “A beautiful name to match a beautiful lady. I’m Jake.” He says, grin widening to a full smile. “Well, it was to formally meet you. I hope I get the pleasure of seeing you again.”

You blush and say, “It was nice to meet you too Jake."

With a tilt of his head and wave, he turns and walks out the door.

A/N: If you'd like to be tagged for this series just let me know and I'll add you to the list! 💕

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undercovergamer · 3 months

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✨ Sunshine and Giggles ✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

cw: brief moment of arms being held at some point!

Based on a dream I had once where I tickled Gorou :)

For this fic, I rewrote my dream notes and replaced myself with Itto. I also turned it into a more silly and romantic setting. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1994

Today was a special day. Gorou and Itto finally had enough time to spend a whole day together, which they wanted to do for quite a while now. After plenty of planning, they decided to run a few errands together in the name of adventure, before playing games and relaxing near a large tree. I mean, you’re never too old to play tag, right? After running around in the grass for quite a while, they were both pretty tired so they decided to just lie down and look at the clouds.

“Ahh… doesn’t it feel nice to just relax and bask in the sun?” Gorou said, letting out a content sigh as he laid in the grass like a starfish.

“Hmm… you’re right, it feels great! The sun is so warm~ and nice~…” Itto replied, stretching out to relax his muscles.

“Yeah, it’s very relaxing! But… let’s be careful not to get sunburnt.” Gorou said, glancing over at his buddy.

“Eh, we don’t have to worry about that, right? It’s not that hot.” Itto replied, chilling with his hands behind his head.

“Let’s just be careful not to fall asleep. We should probably get some shade soon…” Gorou looked up at the big tree, which wasn’t too far away.

“No problem, it’s too bright out to sleep anyway, haha! At least for me.” Itto chuckled to himself, smiling as usual.

They spent the next few minutes viewing the scenery, feeling the soft breeze blowing through the grass. It felt so nice and relaxing to spend time together like this… but eventually, Itto started to feel a little bored. He looked over at Gorou who was laying next to him, about a meter or two away. Just curious, y’know. But then, the oni suddenly felt a wave of mischief come over him…

“Hey, I’m getting kinda bored… you wanna play some more?” he asked, sitting up with a “subtle” smirk on his face.

“Again..? I’m a bit tired right now…” Gorou replied. He didn’t really feel like running around at the moment. At least not yet.

“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to get up for this one… heheheh…” He felt playful seemingly out of nowhere, getting a silly idea to bully the general just a little bit.

“Hm? What do you mean…?” Gorou asked, looking up at him with curiosity.

Itto scooted closer with a mischievous look, giving him a slight poke to his tum, resulting in a surprised jolt as Gorou covered the spot.

“H-Hey!” Gorou’s ears twitched and he became nervous seeing the look on his friend’s face. Itto chuckled and poked him again, resulting in a squeak. “Eek! D-Don’t!”

“Heheheh! Ooh, what’s that? Is someone ticklish?” Itto asked, grinning with mischief. Oh dear…

“Uh… I-… um…” Gorou’s eyes widened, realizing his fate might be sealed. However, before he could make his grand escape, Itto playfully wrestled him down.

“Hehehehe! Imma getcha!” Itto teased, grinning at his newest catch and wiggling his fingers above him.

“W-Wait! Wahait! L-Let’s not get too hasty here! Heh! Uhm-!” Gorou said, nervously looking around and already losing his so-called composure, giggling in advance and wagging his tail.

“Are you ticklish here~?” Itto teased as he started tickling the general’s exposed sides. Wrong day to wear such an outfit, huh?

“EEP! Ahahe! Nohoho!” He immediately burst into a flustered giggling fit, trying to protect his sides while pushing Itto away, which didn’t work.

“Aw! You little liar, you ARE ticklish! That’s so cute~” Itto teased playfully as he gently squeezed his sides and waist, making him arch his back and yelp, laughing louder. His smile was adorable and Itto loved seeing him so silly. He kept his tickles soft and playful so that his little buddy wouldn’t freak out too much.

“Ack-!! Ahahahahahaha!! Stahahap ihihihit!!” Gorou laughed, squirming and bucking his hips, trying to roll away. Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

“Hehe! You’ve gotta let loose every once in a while, y’know! You can’t be serious all the time, right? Even war generals have to laugh~” Itto teased affectionately, switching spots as Gorou rolled to his side, scribbling his nails all over the general’s tummy.

“AAEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His laughter rose an octave and immediately became more hysterical. “NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” He squealed, throwing his head back and frantically kicking his legs, successfully covering his sensitive tummy with his arms. He was more determined to crawl away this time, but Itto pinned him onto his back.

“Aww, who’s a good boy? Hehe! Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, scribbling around randomly at any exposed area he could get as the ticklish general scrambled to protect himself, laughing his adorable little head off. It was obvious Gorou was having tons of fun, because his tail was wagging like crazy. Upon being called a good boy, his face flushed red from embarrassment.

“Ehehahaha! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! Ahahahaha!” Gorou squirmed as Itto tried to move his arms away from his tummy, which earned him a lot of giggly protesting.

“Are you too ticklish? Hm??” Itto said, gently tugging at his arms to drive up the playful tension.

“WahahahAHAIT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Too late~ Itto lifted the little man’s arms up with ease, holding them above his head with one hand and using the other one to tickle all over his ribs and tum, even adding silly sound effects for extra crit damage.

Gorou was promptly sent into another fit of loud, high pitched laughter, once again frantically kicking his legs and wagging his tail at the speed of sound. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His heels dug into the ground in desparate attempts to escape.

“Tickle tickle~ hehe! You’re so cute!” Itto said, teasingly scribbling around his bellybutton.

“AAEEHEHEHEHehehe!! Plehehehehease!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Stahahahap ihihihit!!” He pleaded through his adorable laughter.

“Aw~ is someone getting tired? Heheh… what a shame~” Itto teased, stopping his attack and letting go of the lil’ guy, leaving him a giggly, panting mess.

“Ahaha… ehe… hehehe…!” Gorou rolled onto his side and curled up, still wagging his tail as he caught his breath.

“Hahaha! Wasn’t that fun? You’ve got such a cute laugh!” Itto said, petting his head softly.

“Uh- I- eh… d-don’t say that…” Gorou whined, covering his blushing face.

“Why not? It’s true! Didn’t you have fun~?” Itto asked, still petting his head.

After a bit of hesitation, he sighed and admitted, “Y-Yes… I- uh… Th-that was a-actually kinda fun, heh…”

“I knew it! Your tail was wagging the whole time, y’know…” Itto said, chuckling to himself.

Gorou sat up and hugged his tail to keep it still, feeling embarrassed. “N-No it wasn’t!”

“Aww, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Everyone is ticklish, right? It’s normal.” Itto pulled him into a big ol’ hug from the side.

“Huh… I guess you’re right, but…” he looked at the ground, still blushing from embarrassment, but be leaned against Itto anyway, feeling cozy near him and letting his tail wag freely.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far, lil’ guy…?” Itto asked, feeling a little guilty seeing him so nervous like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that…

“Ah, uh, I- I’m alright! It’s just… I don’t get… t-tic-… er… p-played with like that very often. I… feel embarrassed about it, that’s all…” Gorou admitted with a slight sigh, his ears dropping down.

“Are you sure? I feel a little mean now that I’ve teased you so much.” Itto just hoped he didn’t remind him of that weird lady with the fox ears… whatever her name was. He could tell Gorou felt nervous.

“Eheh… i-it’s fine, really! Don’t worry, I’m just.. not used to that much playfulness, I guess…” He stuttered, blushing again.

“Hey, didn’t mean to embarrass ya too badly, y’know. D’you wanna talk about it?” Itto asked reassuringly, hoping to ease his worries.

Gorou hesitated for a moment before replying. “It’s just… I’m a strong general of the Watatsumi Army, and yet I-… I’m just-… uh…” He felt embarrassed opening up like this.

“Adorable? Ticklish?” Itto grinned at him.

“Y-Yeah… that. Ugh…” He felt insecure about being so vulnerable, but struggled to express it properly due to that dreadful word…

“Aw, c’mon… it’s perfectly normal to be ticklish! Doesn’t mean you can’t be an awesome general, y’know.” Itto said, smiling at him.

Gorou sighed and said “I know, but… how would anyone take me seriously if they knew? They’ll just see me as an adorable puppy…” His ears dropped down, showing he felt upset.

Itto wasn’t gonna let him feel bad like this. “Nah, you’re so much more than an adorable puppy, haha! Seriously though, give yourself some credit! I mean, you’re a mighty warrior, right? With your speed, strength, and intuition, you’re basically unstoppable!”

“Huh??” Gorou wasn’t expecting such a speech, that’s for sure. Even his ears were surprised!

“I mean it, man! Just cus you’re a cutie doesn’t mean you’re not tough and cool at the same time, y’know. You’re really awesome!” He continued with confidence, giving Gorou a bigger hug than before.

“W-Wow, haha… you… you really think I’m cool?” Hearing that made his heart flutter.

“Dude, of course! I mean, you’ve got a bow on the front line, man! I could never!” Itto chuckled and patted his head. “… you’re still adorable though. Heheheheh!” he had to tease just a wee bit.

“Shut up…” Gorou avoided eye contact, hiding his face in his hands.

“Hahaha! Sorry, I had to… but like, honestly, you being cute actually gives you the upper hand!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well think about it. If an enemy thinks you’re just a cute doggy, they’ll underestimate your true power… and then, BAM! You STRIKE ‘em down!!” Itto made his point clear by playfully, but carefully, pushing Gorou to the ground again, which made him laugh with surprise.

“Hey! Hahahaha!” The pupper squirmed in a playful attempt to escape.

“And besides, it’s not like someone’s gonna tickle ya’ in combat… unless I’M someone!!” Itto said, tickling Gorou again to prove his point. “Mwahahahaha!” he teased.

“AEEEEHAHAHAHA!! Ittohohoho!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” His poor tum got attacked again, making him squeal and squirm.

“Hahahaha! See? That’d be too silly, wouldn’t it?” Itto said, before stopping his attack and helping Gorou sit back up.

“Haha… ha… y-you didn’t have to do that…” Gorou said, catching his breath.

“Hey I’m just tryina help you out! Nobody would DARE to tickle their opponent in a life or death battle, you know.” Itto said, poking his side.

“Eep! Ok, ok! I get it!” Gorou said, giggling and pushing Itto away. “Stop tickling me!”

“Haha! Alright! You’re safe, I won’t tickle ya anymore… honest.” Itto laughed and hugged him with one arm, giving him headpats with his other hand. The two of them resumed their chill, with Gorou wagging his tail.

“Sooo, uh… is it ok if I call you cute and all that?” Itto asked, smiling at him.

Gorou was surprised, but nodded at the question. “Uh... Y-Yeah, I guess… j-just not in public! I’d get so embarrassed…”

Itto hugged him again. “OK! I shall respect your boundaries, cutie. Cus I got UNLIMITED affection for ya’! Hahaha!”

“H-Hey!” Gorou giggled a little bit, hiding his blushing face again.

“You wanna play tag again? Bet it’ll be lots of fun~!” Itto asked, grinning playfully and ruffling Gorou’s hair.

“Hahaha! Sure!” He replied, smiling at the silly oni.

“However! New rule! I’m it, but if I catch you, I tickle you! Hehe!” Itto said, wiggling his fingers towards him.

“Eep! N-No way! Ehehe! Y-You’ll have to catch me first!” He giggled, quickly getting up and dashing away.

“Rawr! I’m the tickle monster!” Itto exclaimed, getting up as well and chasing after him.

“EEK! Nooohoho! Stay back!!”

“Grrrr! Imma getcha~!”

“Hahahahaha!”

It may be rather childish, but their bond grew exponentially that day, with lots of laughter and smiling from both of them as they played around. But oh, if only Gorou was brave enough to tickle him back…

Surely one day… right?

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kikker-oma · 5 months

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FINALLY I FINISHED IT!!!

(p.s. ignore the horrible grammar lol)

Day 28

He shouldn’t have wandered by himself.

One could argue that a path would be the safest option, as it typically was. This wasn’t the veteran’s Hyrule though, but then again, following a path was a universal sign of safety.

…

“I’m telling you! The path is the safest option.” Legend grumbled, “I am not walking in some random forest.”

“I know it seems counterintuitive vet, but trust me, it’s the champion’s Hyrule, we should listen to h-“ Sky immediately got cut off.

“Listen, you don’t know anything, how many adventures have you been on? One, exactly.” Legend paused, “You’re not the one to talk, you weren’t obligated to be a hero.”

And with that, the veteran stormed off.

…

Legend heard the faint sound of paper flying everywhere, the atmosphere suddenly grew more tense than it was a few seconds ago.

He froze.

Don’t turn around. He could have sworn he heard himself say.

“Are you Link?”

The sound of the name Link caused the veteran to turn around in confusion. Yes, his name was Link.

Oh no, oh sweet Hylia no.

The person standing in front of him saw red.

It happened all so fast, he didn’t even have the chance to grab his sword before a slash swept through his body. An anguished scream escaped his throat, he gasped for air.

He tried to fight the person who harmed him, but as fast as they appeared, they were gone.

The world spun, he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He let go of his sword as he swayed on to the ground.

This was his fate.

…

Sky fidgeted with a loose string on his tunic. It was true, he wasn’t obligated to be a hero, yet at the same time, did he really have a choice?

A distant scream rang through the forest, the chosen hero’s head immediately perked up. The chain was close enough, he could wander off to check out what’s going on.

Sky’s boots crunched on the leaves as he made his way closer and closer to the path ahead of him. He could feel his heart beating in worry. Something didn’t seem right about what he just heard.

His grip on his sword immediately loosened when he encountered Legend’s body. The boy was bleeding, he was barely even breathing, yet he was gasping for air.

The chosen hero dropped to his knees. Raise him up, he needs to breathe. A distant voice rang in his head. “Hey, hey Legend?” The boy choked out. The veteran looked up at Sky, and then back down at his hand, and then back up at Sky.

“Link?” His voice was merely a whisper. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep.

“Yes it’s me, Sky. Can you open you’re eyes for-“ Sky struggled to hold back his tears, he can’t panic, he has to be strong, “Please, Link, can you open your eyes for me?” Blood was dripping down the veteran’s side. The chosen hero hated the sight of blood, it scared him.

“Sky?” The boy slurred, he could barely open his eyes. It hurt so bad, he felt so hurt, “Am I going to die?”

“No, no buddy, you are not going to…” Sky’s voice trailed off. He should have brought a potion with him, why didn’t he bring a potion with him? The rest of the chain was out of sight at this point.

“I… I’m sorry.” Legend rested his head into Sky’s warm embrace, he felt so cold, why was he so cold? “I.. I’m sorry for being mean to you.” Legend felt tears well up in his eyes, “I, I wasn’t very nice… was I?”

Sky froze, and pulled the wounded boy closer. He is dying and he’s upset because he just lacked a filter? Without Legend the chain wouldn’t be the same, “No.. don’t ever say that!”

“Sorry.”

“Hey, you’re the nicest, kindest, person of us all. Ok? Do you understand?” The chosen hero was sobbing at this point. His brother’s blood dripped through his hands, and slowly falling onto the smooth ground.

Legend should hug Sky more often… his brother was so warm compared to his cold heart. “Sky?”

“W-what?” The boy sobbed, burring his face into the veteran’s knotted hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Legend! So much.” Sky ran his fingers through Legend’s hair. He’s stronger than this… Traveller will be here soon. He has to be.

“Can I tell you a story?” Legend looked up at the sobbing hero, he didn’t want his brother to cry. He was too sweet for that, “It’s silly. I ran into a wall-“

Sky didn’t wait a second. Legend needed to be awake, he needed to be breathing… maybe talking wouldn’t be the best idea, but he could keep it slow. Legend is responsible enough, “Of course, now, how did you run into that wall?”

“So basically this mean person named Yuga turned into a painting…”

BLLAAAARRREE

Legends DYING and he's trying to comfort Sky��😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

Oh sweet beans

The Yiga need to back the freak off or I will go feral on them for hurting the Boy😡 actually, it's too late. DUMB YIGA😤 there. That should do it haha

Oh, sweet Sky is panicking so much and Legend just wants the warmth of his hugs and heart and WAAAHHH😭

Thank you for writing this for me, you're such a gift, friend!

#sweet blarefordaglare #fics for oma #oh my goodness #you did such a good job on this!#i love that Legend starts telling a story #im still planning on drawing you legend fluff btw #ive hardly been home the past week so it's been hard to get stuff out #i finally finished a sketch I was working on before #and now I'm on to drawing something for you!#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu sky

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qurolo · 8 months

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Ok HEAR ME OUT

Someone set these two families to just hang out with each other PLEASE

Like, Kazuki hanging w/ Loid

Similar vibes w confidence

Murder murder but <3 anyway

Both would totally have the thought process of “there’s something up with him but I can’t quite put my finger on it” both with a really good front and smile whilst doing some death note 4D mind chess into each other’s psyche(albeit Kazuki probably isn’t as serious as Loid but we love him for that)

COOKING FOR DAUGHTER!!

Rei with Yor

Honestly, Yor’s so sweet and patient and Rei is quiet so oui oui

They’d both probably know that they’re both assassins SOMEHOW- Idk how given Yor’s obliviousness to Loid (then again not like he’s not concealing it rlly rlly well) but since you know, similar fields

God awful at cooking for their respective daughters but try pretty damn hard, would be nice to have cooking lessons together

Yes.

And Anya with Miri of course

CHILDREN BEING CHILDREN AND IDK CUTE

Anya would totally read Miri’s dads’ minds and go “WOAH OK BUDDY MORE FUNKY ASSASSIN BUDDIES” Miri’s just like me :DD

Miri would totally just drag Anya w her everywhere no matter what

Doggy-horse adventures of two

BOOM

I rest my case

THEYRE SO FUN!

And yes, I did try to draw them earlier but honestly I give up

It’s this forever WIP from a while back if anyone was curious

Ok thanks for reading bye

#buddy daddies #spy family #spy x family #Anya #Loid #Yor #Kazuki #Rei #ramblings #just some thoughts i guess #ok but PLEASE-

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Fluff: A Baldur's Gate 3 Rec List

This week, we have Fluff Fics! Check under the cut for 12 fics that include a lot of soft love and gentle comfort, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Baldur's Fairytales by CobaltCactus (2899,Teen) Warnings: Nothing triggering in here! Pairings: Lae'zel/Shadowheart

A short shadowzel fic inspired by old fairytales and such.

Reccer says: PLEASE WHAT ISNT THERE TO LIKE ABOUT IT. ITS ADORABLE I LOVE IT AND IT MADE ME TEAR UP 😭. Anyways, it reads like it was actually written years ago as a precautionary tale without the precautions. It's so fucking sweet and I JUST CANNTTT UGHHHHHHHGG

Covert Kindnesses by brewstersbru (1938,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

In which Astarion is secretly nice and Halsin is exceedingly (annoyingly) observant.

Reccer says: I'm a sucker for Astarion pretending to be a jerk while also secretly being incredibly kind

Halving the Grief by Ineffable_Hannigram (2035,General) Warnings: Themes of grief and healing Pairings: Astarion & Arebella, Astarion/Halsin

Arebella seeks comfort in an unlikely candidate.

Reccer says: It's just very soft and sweet

Cat Burglars by AbigailMoment (5007,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Tav/Halsin

Astarion and Staeve get polymorphed into cats. Now Halsin has to make sure they don't get themselves killed

Reccer says: Now there's literal fluff! But also just lots of sweet tender care in the form of cats and their druid

Glad Tidings by partingxshot (25638,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate)

A choose your own adventure fic staring... Ulder Ravengard?! Astarion is his son-in-law to be - he hates this, can the miracle of midwinter solve the family strife?!

Reccer says: its fucking hilarious and you can mock Ulder mercilessly via bad decisions. ALSO THE FESTIVE HAT.

It's the world that falls away from me by Whumper (381,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin

Halsin's blood is so yummy that Astarion basically goes into subspace lol

Reccer says: So very soft and light and good

Owlbear Vignettes by BlackjackKent (2062,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Buddy the owlbear cub, and his adventures in camp with his new family.

Reccer says: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF of the highest quality

Gentle Hands by onlymine139 (7415,Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Halsin/Tav

Astarion returns to camp after a long day in Baldur's Gate and Tavara is nowhere to be found. He finds her and Halsin together relaxing by the river and has to decide whether or not he should tell them how he feels.

Reccer says: A good blend of fluff and smut, very sweet with lots of soft moments.

Bouquet of the Frontiers by Tavylia_Sin (5796,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Wyll & Friends

Wyll tries to spend the tiefling party off on his own. His friends decide they would much rather adorn him in flowers and affirmations instead.

Reccer says: Very sweet. The found family vibes are impeccable

A Sweet Escapade by QueenOfCats135 (4484,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Mattis needs to find a way to celebrate Silfy's birthday. Hijinks ensue.

Reccer says: Just a fun little romp with a bunch of sticky fingered kids

Kvitravn by Mellybaggins (3120,Teen) Warnings: Injury Pairings: Gale/Tav

When Laileth is injured in a fight, Gale takes it upon himself to teach her some protective magic, to mixed results. In the process, the two friends find out their relationship could become something more.

Reccer says: It's sweet and playful and fun to read.

Dancing in The Dark by justmightyshadows (703,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Karlach/Lae'zel, Shadowheart/Karlach, Shadowheart/Halsin

Karlach returns from the hells and notices that feelings might still be lingering from a past relationship.

Reccer says: I liked it!

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with Character Study Fics!

#bw3 #bw3 rec list #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #fluff #fanfic rec list #lae'zel #shadowgast #astarion #halsin #karlach #Gale #bg3 tav #fanfiction

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Yandere Venom (1/2)

Word count ; 4.0k

Using gn pronouns for this one, per the request anon.

*Dedicated to @animefan3223! I love you and hope you feel better soon :)

“I hope you don’t mind,” the rather frail, dorky man commented, sliding himself onto the benchpress. “I’m just a little out of shape after being stuck in the hospital for so long, so…”

I sent him a reassuring grin. “Not at all. I’ll be right here to spot you until you get the hang of it, sir.”

I stretched my arms, examining closely as the gym member clasped his arms around the bar and pushed it. His face contorted with exhaustion and I was about to recommend something lighter, but he seemed so determined. I wanted to make further inquiries about his injuries, but I’d at least wait until he was taking a breather. This local gym was known for having friendly clientele, and I was hoping I was part of that spectrum.

He lifted the bar to his chest. My hands were ready to help him out when needed, but he managed to do one rep with ease. Then two. Then three. I was starting to wonder if he even needed a spotter —

“Oh, uh, Y/n, hey. Didn’t think I’d see you around.”

I gasped and looked up. I recognized the voice instantly, coming face to face with Eddie Brock - my ex-fiancé. I resisted a sigh, because either he came here on purpose or he genuinely never learned where I worked in the two years we were together. It was all in the past, though, and I strained a polite smile.

“Uh, hey, Ed. Do you need something?”

The client placed the bar back on, grinning. Even though his face was red and the glasses slid down his nose, he looked fairly refreshed. He stretched his arms, glancing between the two of us. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but was my form alright?”

I sent him a smile. “Perfect, actually. It’s like you’ve been at it for years without stopping.”

“I guess I can add a couple extra pounds on, then.”

“Great. Good job, buddy,” Eddie interrupted again. “So, Y/n, about that. I just, uh, wanted to catch up now that I know you work here, so —“

“Not right now, Ed. I’m on the job. You got that, sir?”

“It’s just Neil.”

“Right. Neil. You’re dong a great job so far.”

Eddie was still hovering awkwardly, and it took every fibre of my being not to snap at him. I directed a not-so-subtle glare his direction, and the man teetered his balance between his feet. He adorned a tank top and cargo shorts, but from the state of his physique, he wasn’t as in shape as he used to be when we were engaged a few years ago.

He noticed my eyes boring into him and sent an abashed smile. I went to scowl, but suddenly, the client’s arm gave out and he yelped. A curse escaped my lips as my hands ducked underneath the bar just in time, catching it with ease. Neil panted and I helped raise it back onto the shelving.

“Shit…!” he muttered, sitting up straight and gripping at his right arm. “It gave out.”

“No worries. I should’ve been paying more attention,” I mumbled in reassurance. “Eddie, if you need something, just talk to me later. Go do your own thing. Please?”

The man gulped and nodded. He was sweating profusely, forcing a grin. “U - uh, I mean, yeah. Sure thing. Sorry about that, Y/n.”

I rolled my eyes, watching as he stalked over to a treadmill. My attention returned to Neil, who’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I mustered a friendly grin and patted his back energetically. “You still got it. Maybe just take it easy. Do some stretches or cardio.”

“Do you have any recommendations for that?”

“I think there’s a yoga class going on right in the other room, actually,” I mused. “If you’re interested, go ahead and drop by for a free session. After that, you’ll have to pay additional fees.”

“Ah - thank you. I’ll do that. Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

After the man grabbed his water bottle and headed in the general direction of the class, I sighed in pure irritation. It had been a while since I stumbled across Eddie Brock. His life had certainly taken an adventurous turn when he ended up with some alien pet attached to his hip, and although he previously texted often before that, he’d gone radio silent up until now.

Edie Brock always managed to get on my nerves before and he certainly was now.

I surveyed the gym, but my gaze returned to Eddie. He’d broken a sweat already, and I was somewhat caught off guard when inky black slime appeared from his shoulder and formed a floating head. It attracted other nearby gym users as well, and rightfully so. At the perfect angle, I could see the monster’s wide smile and I could hear a distant - but deep - voice, completely different from Eddie’s.

I crossed my arms in intrigue, leaning against one of the many pillars in the vast complex. Eddie, clearly agitated about whatever the alien was talking about, began swatting. The head dodged each time, and a rumbling laughter echoed in the gym. Many people glared in annoyance, but Eddie was too caught up with the agitating alien to notice.

The head peered in my direction. We made brief eye contact, but I took in the odd features. I’d seen footage online of the entire creature, but witnessing it in person was far more different. It had a tooth grin that spread to inhumane lengths and glowing, yellow eyes. It was fairly smooth, except for the imitating sweat that rolled down the sides of its head like a waterfall.

Eddie’s footing was lost in a split second, and the alien seemed to allow it to happen, hovering in place as the man tripped and fell face-flat on the machine. Out of habit, I stood straight, about to walk over. However, ink spilled from his body and he got up with ease, still complaining loudly. I blinked in confusion, and both the alien and his human friend peered over at me.

Horror dawned Eddie’s expression as he turned away. Out of frustration and embarrassment, he turned the machine off completely and headed off to god knows where. I sighed in relief, glad that my rather obsessive ex was shamed out of the gym by his alien friend and would hopefully not bother me again anytime soon.

~~~

Tate <3 : shift’s over soon, right?

Me : yeah, just heading out. see u soon, babe.

Me : also, today was super stressful. I’ll tell u about it when I get home, kay?

I was about to send the message, squinting my eyes as I exited the gym, but I suddenly bumped into someone. I gasped, the phone slipping from my grasp and colliding with the ground. I was about to apologize profusely, not expecting someone to enter the gym right before closing time.

“I’m sorry —“

“No, no, I am —“

I peered up, and in the street lamps and car headlights, I recognized him instantly. Eddie Brock, seemingly a lot less tense, was standing before me with a panicked and awkward expression. A scowl immediately tugged against my lips and I leaned down to pick up my phone.

The man had the same idea, crouching and reaching. Our hands overlapped with one another as he apologized several times, but I was quick to swat at him. He still fumbled with his words as I snatched up my phone and stood up straight.

I glanced over my phone. Great. A few extra cracks coated the surface. Thanks, Eddie.

“I - I didn’t mean to run into you like that, Y/n —“

“What do you want, Eddie?” I snapped, shoving my phone into my pocket. “I’m busy. Whatever it is, can you just text me if it’s that goddamn important?”

Eddie froze in place, eyes wide and embarrassed. Even in the darkness, I could see how flustered he was, a deep blush coating his cheeks. There was scraggly hair across his jaw, just enough to indicate that he hadn’t bothered to shave this morning. He was wearing casual clothes, too, jeans and a teeshirt. He shoved his hands into his pocket, shuffling his foot against the cement.

“You, uh, blocked me, so…”

I rolled my eyes, about to take out my phone to unblock. However, his arm shot out and I paused, sending him a warning glare. He gulped anxiously before withdrawing his hand. I watched him warily.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Um… I’m sorry for, uh, getting on your nerves earlier,” he started, voice wavering nervously. “I was just… wondering how you were doing recently. I didn’t really have a way to keep in touch, so…”

I quirked a brow and crossed my arms. “Why does my livelihood concern you, Eddie? It’s been, fucking, two years now at least.”

“Actually,” he corrected,” Two years and seven months. And three days, but, uh, who keeps count of something like that? I sure don’t. It’s just, uh, we’re friends, aren’t we? I mean, just because all that happened… Well, I, uh, care abut you, Y/n.”

“I can tell, Eddie,” I sighed rubbing my forehead in irritation. “Of course you kept count. Listen, Eddie, you really need to let go —“

“I just think we ended things on the wrong foot, is all —“

“Life moves on, pal —“

“What we had was something really special —“

“Just fucking shut up, Eddie!” I barked. The man fell silent, and I could tell how unhappy he was about how everything was going. “Can’t you take a hint? We’re not lovers, we’re not friends, and you’re literally a fucking stranger to me. Get that into your thick skull.”

Silence fell between us. I was fuming while Eddie’s shoulders slumped in depressive defeat. He could no longer make eye contact with me, and from how his eyes twitched, I could tell there was some sort of inner debate going on.

And then, he caved, turning his head away completely. “…Can I at least, uh, know if you’re doing alright?”

I exhaled out of sheer relief. I felt the stress wash off me as my thoughts returned to Tate. I held up my left hand, shaking it vigorously. He looked, and his entire body tensed. Because sitting on my ring finger was a ring. I almost felt bad for the guy. He was trying and he was trying hard.

“Listen, Ed, if you wanted to ‘catch up,’ you should’ve done it years ago. It’s over. I moved on. And I’m sorry for being harsh, but you really should, too.” I yielded no response, even when I lowered my hand. His age chased it, and he was clearly in a state of shock. “Have a good night.”

I started walking away, shoving my hands into my pocket in the direction of my nearby apartment.

“Fuck! Venom, don’t!”

I turned around, curious as to what was going on, but the moment I did, something black and inky stretched from Eddie’s body like a slinky and grasped onto my upper arm. Immediately, a shriek escaped, and it was clear from Eddie’s expression that the alien was attempting to take over but was being rivaled by Eddie.

I struggled at it, but the inky substance just read over my shoulder and tugged me closer like a game of tug of war. My sneakers were squeaking against the cement and I squirmed. Eddie was doing the same, swatting at the stretched out slime. It was oddly flesh-like, as even when I poked and prodded at it, it only seemed to solidify further.

A scream threatened to escape, but I knew that because of Venom’s reputation as a hero, nobody would intervene. I would be made out to be a villain. I kept sliding across the cement until my legs caved out completely and I fell to the ground.

“Venom, stop! Or I swear to god —“

“Or you swear to god what, Eddie?” a deep voice boomed audibly, the same head from earlier seeping from his backbone. “You’ll let them get away again? Just like before?”

“Please!” I pleaded. “D - don’t hurt me. I ha - haven’t done anything wrong!”

“You’re scaring them, dude! Just let her go!”

The head exchanged glances between us. A few tears had escaped and I managed to scrape my bare elbow against the ground. The beast was still grinning, and yet, as it stared me down, it changed to a shut-mouthed frown. It sighed lowly and dissolved back into Eddie’s flesh and blood.

I scrambled to my feet, a few sobs escaping. Eddie looked just as broken, motioning wildly. He was at a lost for words as he reached toward me. I turned, starting to walk away.

“Y/n, I - I’m sorry! That just means he likes you, I swear!”

I sent him a scowl, not stopping. “Tell him that the feeling’s not mutual.”

~~~

Eddie had never been so heartbroken and defeated, even during the weeks passing the break-up. He remembered it like yesterday; one moment, happy as can be, and the next, they’d packed their stuff up unannounced and called him a selfish deadbeat. It hurt like hell.

But, what was even worse, was that now his alien compadre had messed up any chance he had. ‘Stop moping around and grow some balls,’ he said. ‘Just talk to them,’ he said. ‘Don’t let them go,’ he said. And now, they was walking away, thinking even more lowly of him than ever.

“Hey man, the fuck was that about?” he boomed desperately, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Y/n was far enough away that yelling hardly concerned them, and yet, he couldn’t stop watching them. “How could you just do that? What, did you think you could scare them into submission or something?”

“Well…” Venom’s voice grumbled in slight embarrassment from inside Eddie’s mind.

“Well?” he snapped.

“Well, yes, actually.”

Eddie facepalmed instantly. “Jesus Christ. This whole thing is fucked. Never should’ve visited in the first place. I mean, they’re literally engaged!”

Venom went silent, detecting how peeved Eddie was. Sure, the symbiote cared. He cared just as much as Eddie did, if not more so. Because, for him, they were one of the same. Same body, same mind, she feelings. Venom just wasn’t a coward who watched the love of his life from a distance instead of actually doing something about his lingering feelings.

“There’s still something we can do,” Venom spoke carefully.

“What, man? What can we still do?”

“We need to follow. The fiancé of their’s… is a problem.”

Before Eddie could say or do anything, Venom took control. His ink spilled from his pores and covered every inch of his body. Only half of Eddie’s visage was visible due to Venom’s kindness, but other than that, he’d completely transformed into a bulky and strong alien shape.

Venom let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Some people had their heads hanging out of their car windows, taking photos with flash. They gleamed against Venom’s skin, but the monster paid it no heed. Eddie was still reeling from the heartbreak that, honestly, he didn’t care if Venom fucked things up even more. He was a goner the moment he set foot in the gym.

He was a goner the moment he let Y/n walk out that door all those years ago.

Venom suddenly outstretched his hand. He dived into an alleyway at top speed, using his inhuman strength to grasp onto the side of a building. As well-put-together and confident Venom feigned himself to be, he was just as concerned. Concerned that, for the sake of his and Eddie’s happiness, he’d have to do something a bit more drastic.

He bounded across the rooftops, oddly quiet. And then, as Y/n was spotted down below, shivering from the cold, he stopped. Eddie gulped, already knowing where this was going. It had been a while since Eddie trailed after them. In fact, he only stopped once Venom came into his life a few months ago. And, somehow, Eddie failed to realize the love of his life had gotten engaged amidst all of the city chaos.

Y/n turned the corner, peering over their shoulder. It was clear who they were looking for; Venom. But, much to their joy, of course they couldn’t see him. Venom was right above them, clinging to one of the sky scrapers. For someone so on edge, it was odd that they didn’t notice the pictures people were taking of the buildings above Y/n.

They kept walking. And then, a flew blocks down, they disappeared into a new and unfamiliar apartment complex. It was far larger than anything Eddie and Y/n had in the past. As Venom climbed up the various windows, they realized Y/n was living penthouse style. But, on the plus side of them dating someone far more endowed, rich penthouses were very open and spacious. So, that meant that, depending on what floor they were looking at, they could easily locate Y/n and the dreaded fiancé and see what the hell they were on about.

“This isn’t stalking, is it?” Eddie inquired carefully in a hushed voice, despite being very high off the ground where nobody could hear them. “I mean, we’re allowed to do this, right?”

“Eddie. This is stalking.”

Some fo the various penthouse owners noticed the odd alien creature climbing up the side of the building. Others didn’t, simply ignoring the odd shadow that passed over their apartment. And, as they climbed to about the tenth or eleventh floor, they noticed a woman sitting on a couch watching television while the front door opened.

“Shit!” Eddie cursed, but Venom was on top of it. He slid down the glass just below, peering the large head right through the large panes of glass. Y/n hadn’t noticed at all. The room was too dimly lit. Instead, they were kicking off their shoes.

Venom was an alien. And that meant his hearing was far superior to the average human’s.

“I’m back, babe!” Y/n called.

The fiancé had been snoring, only a poof of curly, blonde hair draped over the back of the couch. She suddenly sat up, a snore being cut short. Y/n laughed, apologizing at the same time, but the fiancé rose to meet their lover with a warm hug.

Y/n reciprocated, nuzzling into their significant other. As the hug ended, the fiancé placed a chaste kiss on Y/n’s cheeks. Eddie knew he didn’t have the right to, but his insides burned with jealousy. And, with Venom feeling everything he felt, the emotion was only turned up tenfold.

“God, what happened to you?” the fiancé fretted. “You’re all scratched up!”

Only as the couple gained some distance between each other did Eddie and Venom truly take in the fiancé’s appearance. She was pretty. Too pretty. She had golden hair that had natural curls and was a fairly petite woman. Y/n was far taller. She was dressed in her pajamas, consisting of a tank top and underwear. She was fairly cushy and fluffy with lots of curves, and it was no wonder Y/n fell for her. Especially if she was that… caring all the time.

Y/n sighed and shook their head. “Yeah. Today was total shit. My ex showed up at work to harass me. He left, but then as I was leaving, he showed up again! And this is the really obsessive and annoying one. Eddie Brock. The one that literally saved planet earth and all that because he’s half alien now. You’d think he’d move on to greener pastures, but nope.”

“You’re kidding! The alien did that to you?”

“Yeah. I would’ve thought it was pretty cool and exotic if I wasn’t scared shitless.”

The fiancé sighed and shook her head. She led Y/n by the arm over to the couch. Instead of letting the mood be ruined by Eddie’s ‘annoying’ existence - it physically hurt the man to hear that -, she pulled Y/n on top of her and unpaused the movie on the screen. It was in the middle of some chick flick, but Y/n didn’t voice any complaints.

Even though Eddie knew they hated chick flicks with a passion.

It stung and it stung a lot to see the human Venom adored with all of his slash Eddie’s being be so intimate with another person. And yet, as irrational as Venom was for an alien, he could read Eddie’s thoughts. And, for the first time, as the couple engaged in something far more rated R, he felt discouraged.

But then, it was a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Eddie,” he grumbled suddenly. “I have an idea.”

Eddie piped up immediately, replying,” Wh - what?”

“We’ll do it tomorrow.”

~~~

I pulled up to my future wife’s workplace. As I parked the car and stepped outside, though, horror immediately dawned on me. The bottom-right side of the hospital was lit ablaze, and the entire parking lot was being filled by various doctors, patients, and visitors alike. Screams echoed in the air and I was left frozen in shock. My eyes scanned the entrance, praying that Tate would exit. The woman had to. But I knew that her kindness knew no bounds, and she’d end up prioritizing her patients.

The police and fire department had surely been alerted by now. I shoved my phone into my back pocket, the donuts I’d brought for Tate as a surprise long since forgotten. They’d probably melt in the car, but I couldn’t care less. I began walking through the severely crowded parking lot, and as I made my way through the bulk of the crowd, I paused in the entrance.

“Tate?” I called, although it was easily drowned out by everyone else’s screams and cries of terror. “Tate, where are you?”

I was shoved to the ground. The people were beginning to disperse, some complete with the hospital bed itself. Some with IV bags. And same in wheelchairs. Panic washed over me as I could see clearly into the entrance. Tate wasn’t in sight, and that scared the shit out of me. After such a difficult existence, I dreaded the thought of losing the one person I adored to a fucking fire.

I rose to my feet, planning to head inside. I took but one step, and then relief washed over me.

Tate emerged from around a corner, hauling dozens of kids with her. They must’ve been from the chemo-therapy ward because most had lost their hair or were in wheelchairs. Tears sprung to my eyes and I beckoned for her. She was panting, and yet, there wasn’t a trace of fear on her expression. She was far too focused on getting the kids out, accompanied by several other doctors and nurses.

“Y/n!” she called, a smile spreading to her cheeks. “Help me with the kids!”

I did so, entering and pushing two of the wheelchairs further. Once everyone was safely in the parking lot, I realized that reinforcements - other than ambulances - had yet to arrive. They were sounding in the distance, but somehow, the fucking news reporters beat the people who’s lives depended on them.

The moment Tate set down the loast child, ushering them to ambulances, I enveloped her in a warm hug. She reciprocated, cooing softly. “Why… are you here?” she inquired, although gratefulness laced her tone.

“I - I was dropping off a snack for you,” I gushed, before separating to look her over. “God, are you okay? Did you get burned at all —?”

“I’m fine, Y/n,” she giggled. “I just had to help in any way I could. It’s my job.”

I scrunched up my nose and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Fuck. I was scared I could’ve lost you.”

Suddenly, a crash came from the building. Gasps erupted across the parking lot. Some cheers escaped others, and that’s when Tate and I saw him. Crashing into the building was Venom himself, here to save the day and serve his 'fellow’ man.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

INTRO & MASTERLIST

pairings: collegestudent!jungkook x reader, collegestudent!taehyung x reader, collegestudent!jimin x reader

summary: You find a collection of lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost and learn that he made a peculiar bet with his two college buddies. Why not join in on the fun?

warnings vary per version. all contain smut (18+)

word counts vary per version. (~2K each)

tags: friends to lovers, college au, fluff and smut

a/n: at the bottom of the intro, please select which member you'd like to spend the night with!

You've noticed something weird about your roommate's headboard. There's an accumulation of...women's lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost.

Upon spotting it, you immediately come closer to investigate. You're unsure as to whether or not to touch it, but you conclude that you shouldn't, given the context.

There are plenty of possibilities here. He could be a secret drag queen. You can imagine him now, dressed up as the most dramatic, fish-faced queen you've ever seen. Watching him strut in a nine-inch heel would be quite the sight to behold.

But, alas, that would require that he own the same size of panties for each pair. Judging from the range of sizes, it couldn't be that he's secretly performing drag on the weekends.

The obvious hits you. He's a panty-thief! Jungkook would be the type to sneak into the community laundromat and steal pairs of underwear from nice young ladies' loads. Yes, of course! How could you have missed it before? He's always sneaking about and acting susp–

"Whatareyoudoing?"

The lights flash on.

Jungkook scrambles to grab his collection from the bedpost and block you from his bed. "Y/N, don't touch those…" he shoots you a dirty look.

Now, you're confused. "Uh! Wait. So you're the perv here and you're telling me to get away from your stash of women's underwear that you chose to hang casually on your bedpost?"

"Yes." Jungkook starkly replies. "You don't know whose they are. I know whose they are." He carefully folds them in his hands and sets them down. "Besides, it's none of your business."

He's kind of right.

Jungkook is an adult and as far as you can tell, he hasn't brought anyone over while you were still at the apartment. That's respect.

However, you still think you're owed an explanation. "Well, then…tell me. Why do you have a collection of women's lingerie hanging from your bedpost, Mr.Jeon?"

"I'm glad you asked first! Damn!" He huffs, frustrated. "It's for a bet that me, Taehyung, and Jimin have going on. Whoever has the most one night stands over spring break wins."

That explains a fuck ton. "Oh! Ohhh…wait, so what's keeping you from just stealing my underwear and declaring victory, then?"

"Uhh, I don't know, human decency?!" Jungkook snaps. "The thing that you lack?"

You furrow your eyebrows. That was mean. You were only curious. "Well, if that's the case…"

CHOOSE YOUR MEMBER:

• JUNGKOOK'S VERSION

• TAEHYUNG'S VERSION

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

Note: this one is a bit longer than I anticipated!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Hmm, I don’t know Camila,” Cole picks out the washer, “I don’t think this will fix the problem. Sounds like a different issue than the pipe.”

“Yes, well, my husband said to get this,” she ho-hums, “thanks so much for helping me find this.”

“No problem,” He grins, his baby blue eyes deceivingly bright, “I know this place pretty well. We order most things in bulk but you can’t wait weeks when it’s an emergency. Especially with farmwork.”

“Oh my, you are so responsible. It’s just you and your parents on the farm?” She flutters her lashes. Maybe your dad should be concerned.

You stand off to the side, staring down toilet seats as they chatter. Neither of them have stopped and you’re not bothered fading into the background. Hell, you prefer they forget you entirely. You look down at the cactus in your hand, you could just sneak off with this new prickly friend.

“Yeah. Sister comes to visit but someone needed to stay behind. There’s too much work for just my dad and we never recovered fully from the recession. Can’t really afford a hand.” Cole explains.

“Aw, oh, how dreadful,” your mother gestures like a melancholy Victorian widow. “I’m sure your parents appreciate how helpful you are…”

You don’t miss her eyes as they stray in your direction. You give a scowl, you’re helpful. You take the garbage out and do the dishes. Hell, you’re the only reason the toaster works again.

“Yeah well, I know when I was younger, they probably didn’t feel the same. You know, you just gotta get perspective and learn what’s important.”

Okay, this is ridiculous. They are drinking the same flavorade and you’re more of a cream soda girl. You peer around evasively.

“Well, mom, you got the washer thingy, we should get going. Dad’ll be waiting,” you say.

“I suppose you’re right. Oh, and we still have to hit Eddie’s for dinner,” she recalls, “hm, what a long day it’s been.”

“Eddie's? Oh, I know that place. Owner’s a buddy of mine. I could probably get you a deal.”

“We’re good,” you insist as you step forward, “we got our cactus and our thingamajig. We can pay for dinner.”

“Honey, he’s just being nice,” your mother reproaches, “it is so sweet of you, Cole, but it would be a bit much.”

“You know, that’s a good idea. I should head down that way too,” Cole swiftly diverts her denial, “mom and dad love a good kebab. I always try to bring ‘em something when I come to town.”

“Oh, my heart,” your mother squees, “you are such a good son.”

You clear your throat. Your mother gives you a look. Cole glances over, his head tilted victoriously. He’s effectively making you look like a real bum and you just made a couple hundred.

“Look, I can tell you two are in a hurry,” he shifts suddenly, reaching under his jacket, “I’ll give you my card. I’m down at the market three times a week. If you need any tips about the cactus or maybe looking for a buddy for it, you can always call.”

“Wow, thank you, Cole,” your mom accepts with a fawning gaze, “oh, honey, you hold onto this,” she waves the card in your direction, “I’ll just lose it.”

You reluctantly step closer and take the card. More like rip it up. You pinch it between your knuckles and retreat. Again, Cole peeks over at you.

“I gotta go grab that sod,” he leans back on his heel, “see ya around… I hope.”

“You too, sweetie,” your mom preens.

He backs up, his eyes flitting between you and your mom. He gives you a smile and slowly turns on his heel. He struts away with a bit of a hop, almost as if he’s nervous. You scoff and shake your head. What a show.

“He is so nice!” Your mother announces shrilly, “oh my, and so handsome. And tall and dreamy. His eyes, god those eyes.”

“Mom, you’re married. You know, to dad?” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, hush, I saw you looking at him and he was looking at you,” she fans herself, “you would make the cutest babies.”

“God, ew, another word and you're getting the cactus,” you warn.

“What? You too would be adorable and I can tell, he’s single. He didn’t mention a wife or anything. And a farm? You’d be set for life, and your kids could run all around–”

“He’s a stranger and you’re talking about babies,” you sneer, “please, before I throw up.”

“That whole hard to get thing, it doesn’t work, honey,” she chides.

“I’m not– I don’t want him to get me. I’d prefer I never see him again. Ever. Forever.”

She giggles, “don’t be so dramatic. What did he do to you? He was perfectly sweet. Good manners. Good posture…”

“Really mom, should I be concerned for your marriage,” you snort.

“If only. I think I’m a bit too old for him,” she mourns with a swoon.

“If we don’t get something to eat soon, I’m going to lose my appetite,” you stick your tongue out.

“You are a brat. I’m your mother, you know?” You set off down the aisle next to her as she finally abandons the plumbing shelf. “Why can’t you be like Cole. Such a good boy.”

“Oh my god! Mom, you don’t know him. How do you even know he told the truth? What if there is no farm?”

“You don’t know him either, do you? So maybe, before you assume the worst, you should give him a chance.”

“A chance?” You puff out, “never. He’s an order number, nothing else. And old.”

Your mom tisks and turns towards checkout. You avoid looking at her as her disappointment radiates off her. She wiggles the washer in her hand.

“Where’s that card, I’ll put it in my purse.”

“Ugh, take it,” you flick it at her, “I was just gonna dump it in the trash.”

“Why, with how prickly you are, we shouldn’t need any more cactuses,” she chides.

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creative-soul-22 · 7 months

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I watched all 3 Night at the Museum movies!

1. I liked all 3 movies, they were all good!

2. They were all really funny, I laughed a lot!

- Favourite movie:

Hard to tell, but I maybe the second one. Yeah I guess I liked that one best.

- Favourite Character(s):

Jedediah! He's such a cool cowboy and such a buddy you could hang out and really have a good time with him. He's def the one who invites his friends to the saloon (imagine him and Octavius at the Saloon). And of course, I know he hates it (sorry, Jed) he's tiny and cute and I would totally cuddle and kiss him and adore him because he's a small figurine! (@professional-termite would snatch him and run away because tinyyyyy boiiii)

Very close second is Akmenrah! He is a very distinguished, elegant son of a pharao and he is really kindhearted. I like him.

Teddy Rosewelt! He is so caring and such a father to everyone it's heartmelting. Robin Williams, may he rest in peace, was the perfect cast for him because, well, that's how I always saw Robin Williams. As a loving, caring father who encourages others and wants to make everyone feel special and who is there for others when they have a problem (maybe because he was always casted for these roles?).

- Favourite relationship(s):

Larry's and Jedediah's friendship! They are such bros and they really care for each other, it's so cute!

Jedediah's and Octavius' friendship! I know you ship them, and I totally understand why. I see it. But for me it's more like Jed and Octavius ARE a little in love with each other, and maybe would want to make out BUT also don't want to change their relationship so they decide to be bros. It's bromance. Brotherhood with a romantic touch (That's just how I see it please don't kill me!!!).

The exhibits and Larry growing to a big found family!

- What I liked:

The opening scene of Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb

How natm 3 adressed the "returndiscussion" (as we call it in Germany). It might never went beneath the surface (which is indeed a bit of a pity but it's okay), but still it adressed and paid attention to it. And that's important because this has become a thing for museums nowadays (gonna put this in a seperate post for further discussion/explanation)

The whole lore/story arch about the tablet

Jed and Octavius in Pompeii (I just wish it wouldn't have been by the time it went down because they were finally in a place in the right size for them and they would have really enjoyed Roman citylife, especially Octavius, he almost felt home there)

The opening show for the new planetarium because it's magical (I just wish it wouldn't have been interrupted by the tablet loosing it's magic causing everyone to glitch)

Amelia Earheart's adventurous spirit (she's just an AU Giselle, not only, but mostly because it's Amy Adams)

Abraham Lincoln (I wish he and Teddy had met!)

Dick van Dyke! It's always a pleasure seeing him so this was a nice surprise. Pretty sure it was the best day of their life for the residents of the retirement home when Dick van Dyke came in to dance with them to "Shake your booty".

Everytime Dexter was cute with Larry or anyone else (hugs!!)

Akmenrah's mum, she is pretty

Ben Kingsley playing Akmenrah's dad (that wasn't the only time Ben played a pharao, right? He played a pharao in another movie? Can't put my finger on it rn)

Akmenrah being together with mumy and daddy after 4,000 (?) years

All 3 movies ending with a party - creates a full circle

The Night at the Museum main theme (epic!)

The little bird-thingy before the xiangliu (forgot it's name but it's cute)

Somebody listening to Abba's Dancing Queen on the bus

Jed and Octavius using the internet/phones (the machine for the comments! Commentmachine!)

- What I didn't like:

Everytime Dexter was peeing on somebody/something (Ewwww!)

Everytime Dexter was mischivious

The way the museum director was depicted (seriously, what was that? Messiest character arch ever - if there even WAS a character arch?)

The solution to the problem with the tablet (for real guys that thing looses it's magic and all it takes to fix is to put it in MOONLIGHT?! Okay then how about you put it on the roof of the museum like a solar panel so it can charge like a glow in the dark sticker everytime the moon shines on a starry night?)

The museum director holding the tablet at the end of natm 3 whilst grinning like Dexter (seriously, after what we've seen from him, he knows what the tablet can do - which is no longer in HIS museum - and you're telling me he's not up to SOMETHING?? I'm not buying it.)

The tablet staying in the British Museum (I know they want Akmenrah and his parents to be together and I really like it BUT how do you explain this to the Museum? "Oh, we're leaving the mummy and it's tablet here, you know, the mummy's their son so we think it's nice for the family to be united. They might be very precious artefacts but we'll present them to you. You can have them.")

The ceremony being interrupted by the corroding tablet which caused the exhibits to glitch (this was the ONLY! moment of glory for Larry and the exhibits in public and it turned into a disaster - heartless filmmakers!)

Tilly's and Larry's cringey talk when we first meet her (annoying! Also, her name is Tilly... Jennifer Tilly namedrop here!)

Jed being picked up like a kitten (ruuuude!! And humilliating!)

- What I found hilarious:

The notion of dinosaurs just being doggos who want to catch sticks might not be historically accurat but it's totally funny

The cuts everytime Jed and/or Octavius did something epic to demonstrate how small they actually are (although it's a bit rude)

Octavius in the pillory and Jed watching it like "ooh"😎 by the time the sun has come up so they stand there until the sun goes down

Abraham Lincoln snatching Kamunrah's army as if they were pigeons and them disapearing to where they came from just like "Nah. We're out."

Jed in the cage like a little birdy (although I feel sorry for him but he looks just like a little titmouse in there - yeah, @professional-termite : snatched again!!)

#natm #natm 2 #natm 3 #night at the museum #night at the museum 2 #night at the museum secret of the tomb #natm jedediah #jedediah #natm octavius #octavius #natm teddy roosevelt #natm ahkmenrah #natm tablet #natm fandom #hi natm fandom #natm jennifer tilly ;)

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