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voltage-vixen · 2 years

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The Pleasures of Reconciliation (NSFW)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw x MC(F)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, public sex, slight unintentional voyeurism, vaginal fingering

“Almost finished with packing,” MC muttered under her breath as she finished making her final preparations.

This month marked the anniversary of MC’s production company, and her team had suggested that they celebrate the milestone by planning an employee retreat over the upcoming long weekend. After making a few quick calls to some nearby establishments, Anna was able to secure a reservation at a campground located just beyond the outskirts of the city. The day before they left for the trip, MC had been diligently packing her belongings when an obnoxious rapping suddenly pounded on the door of her apartment. Without even waiting for MC to respond, Shaw strolled in through the entryway and casually meandered over to her bedroom where he flopped back onto the bed.

“What’s with the bag?” Shaw scoffed, closing his eyes and resting his hands underneath his head. “Planning on going somewhere?”

“Actually yes,” MC responded, never once missing a beat as she finished putting the remaining stack of her clothes in the suitcase. “The team and I are taking a trip for the company’s anniversary. We’re planning on-”

“Cool, I suppose I’ll have no choice but to tag along,” his reply dripped nonchalantly. “Knowing you, you’re going to manage to get caught up in some type of trouble which would be an even bigger pain in the ass for me to deal with if I wasn’t somewhere close by. When do we leave?”

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“……and while she was preoccupied with trying to fix the generator, the killer grabbed her from behind and then-”

“STOP IT, MINOR!” MC screeched, before flying into the air and landing in the safety of Shaw’s lap. She huddled herself closely against Shaw’s chest, burrowing her head deep into the nook of his neck. Tonight’s moon was full and radiating down on the group as they sat around the campfire, and MC was left pondering her life choices of why she would ever agree with the group’s suggestion to exchange scary stories.

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!” Minor protested, pursuing on in carrying out the rest of his spooky tale. “Now what I was trying to say-,”

“-That instead he found a ditzy producer! BOO!” Shaw taunted, managing to tickle the side of her waist before MC slipped from his grasp and dashed like a bullet ejected from the barrel of a revolver into the dark terrain of the woods. Goosebumps coated her arms under the fleece of Shaw’s hoodie he had insisted upon her wearing; the bumps vanishing when

“Relax, it’s only me,” Shaw’s husky voice crooned into her ear. The tension released from MC’s shoulders when she felt the familiar warmth of his breath pour onto the back of her neck. “Damn, take it easy and chill out a bit.”

“Thank god it’s only you, Shaw,” MC exhaled in relief, wiping the bead of sweat trickling from the arch of her brow. “I was so scared you were an evil woods monster or some other creep lurking about. Though I am a tad annoyed if I’m being honest! Why would you scare me when you knew how terrified I was already?!”

“Other creep?” Shaw scoffed, a dangerous tint glinting in his eyes. “Just how many creeps are you seeing? There’s no other creep out there that can satisfy you the way I can satisfy you.”

Settling his hands on the curves of MC’s waist, Shaw fervently nudged her body forward, her chest slamming against the bark of one of the nearby trees. The evolver towered over MC from behind; his teeth leaving behind a vivid crimson trail of the assault he left on the nape of her neck. One of Shaw’s hands roamed down to the mound of her ass, his palm connecting with the soft hot flesh as he spanked MC. The provocative caresses Shaw was instilling upon the canvas of her body fanned the flames of her desire, leaving her more than ready to encompass him.

“See? Your body agrees with me,” he taunted, stifling a grunt at the way his own body responded to the way her physicality was practically begging him for more.

“Shaw,” MC moaned, while his fingers traced electrifying jolts down her thigh as he masterfully worked at discarding her underwear to the ground. “Hey, wait a second! I’m still upset with you, you big meanie jerk head!”

Shaw chuckled as the jab of his caresses strummed against the bud of her womanhood, each stroke tantalizing and teasing, awakening a rapacious carnal hunger MC never imagined she would be capable of experiencing.

“Meanie jerk head? What are you five?” he scoffed in amusement, relishing at the sensation of her hips grinding against him and betraying the declaration uttered more out of exasperation than annoyance. “Eh, I’ve been called far worse before. Though are you certain you want me to stop?”

“You’re already so wet and I haven’t even touched your ‘sensitive’ spot yet,” he crooned deliberately before sliding two of his fingers deep past her folds to send a shock wave of bliss that elicited a sensual cry that rang sweetly in Shaw’s ears. “Seems to me that your body doesn’t want me to stop. Do you like that, babe?”

“A-Ah, you know I do, Shaw,” MC mewled, twisting her hips in a futile attempt to grind deeper into the heat of the sweet friction. “Enough! Shaw, you must stop teasing me. I’ll forgive you already if you quit torturing me…..please. Please.”

The heat radiating from the palm of his hands as the rocker clutched the curve of her waist torched a burning flame from within. Truthfully as exhilarating Shaw found their teasing foreplay to be, the compromising position the two were in was enough to entice him into cutting their playful routine short today. Hastily discarding his pants, Shaw bit down on his lip when his erection was freed from the containment. Cupping her ass, Shaw pushed deeply into MC to enjoin the heat of their passions together. Encompassed by the tightness of her walls, Shaw hummed in pleasure at the acquainted warmth surrounding his manhood. MC hissed when he swiftly spiraled his hips into her. The thickness of his arousal stretched her further with each frenzied movement. Chewing down hard on her lip, MC had to bite down in response to the overflowing sensations of infusion from the slight pain and pleasure elicited from the impressive size of his member.

“Fuck me, harder,” MC whined, a bubbling anticipation pooling in her belly while she yearned for the release Shaw was so close to granting her. “Harder.”

Obeying her desires, Shaw shifted his angle to penetrate deeper into MC. His thumb traveled to her clit, stroking a pattern over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alternating the rotation of his grazes, not much time passed until MC lost herself in a rush of delectation.

Her knees buckled from the intense jolts of pleasure coursing through the veins of her body, causing her to dip into the tree until Shaw’s hands grasped firmly around the dampened skin on her waist.

“Running away already?” a silky guttural growl dripped into the crook of her ear. MC shivered as Shaw’s tongue traced the blushed appendage before digging his nails into the softness of her skin. “You’re even more of a fool than I assumed if you really think that was enough to leave me fully satisfied.”

A soft gasp trickled from MC’s mouth when the hot breath of her lover lingered on the surface of her neck. His need was no sooner pressed against the slick of her entrance. The woman’s body shuddered in an urgent preconception at the very forethought of that beautiful cock of his stretching her until at last she relinquished into a withering puddle of bliss.

“Hey guys, I found them! They’re over he-”

A breathy whimper circulating from the withdrawal of Shaw’s arousal was the only reaction MC was given time to express since no sooner did her boyfriend shift them behind the tree and out of view of the lecherous intruder.

“Um, I’m so sorry, Boss!” Minor brooded, his fingers massaging his temples as he squinted his eyes shut to give the couple some privacy. “Please don’t fire me! I promise I didn’t see anything! In fact, let’s pretend I was never here at all”

“Minor, wait,-”

“Uh, never mind, everybody!” Minor’s panicked voice cut MC off before she could assure her fretting subordinate. “False alarm! Let’s go search for them somewhere else! Anywhere else! Anywhere that’s not here, and far away from here!”

“Oh, good lord.” MC muttered, sighing in exasperation while Shaw snorted, absolutely tickled by the situation. “Like that wasn’t obvious at all.”

“That’s some crackerjack staff you have working for you there,” Shaw jabbed, wrapping his arms to console MC. “No need to worry though. Likely the others will believe that Minor is being Minor. Now hurry up and cover up that cute ass of yours. The mood is ruined, and it would be a pain for me to have to take care of you if caught cold. Quickly make yourself decent.”

Giving her ass a playful swat before turning to stand guard, a chuckle pursed through Shaw’s lips as MC grumbled in the pursuit of hustling to touch herself up while he redressed his lower half. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree and glanced into the nighttime sky. The fog of his breath danced visibly into the crisp nighttime air upon exhaling. Concerned his girl would end up really catching a cold knowing her luck, the grad student went to reprimand MC, only to be stunned when the scent of her shampoo lingered in his nostrils as the familiar weight of her head rested on his arm for support.

“We should probably head back now,” MC conceded, reluctant to loosen the comforting grip she had on her man. Grudgingly, she began to lead the way back until Shaw’s arms suddenly were entwined around her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, and MC detected a hint of uneasiness in the shaky sigh he exhaled.

“Hey…...you and I…., we’re cool, yeah?”

The usual confidence (sprinkled in with a smidge of arrogance) seemed to be vacant in lieu of a restlessness that lingered as he impatiently awaited her response. Long after having forgiven him, MC had falsely assumed that the status of her annoyance with the rocker had been evident. Still, while she lusted after his too cool for school/bad boy demeanor, she equally adored and accepted Shaw’s rarely witnessed insecure side. Wriggling free of his grasp, she spun around to encircle her arms around his neck.

“You’re forgiven, Shaw,” MC consoled, inclining on the tips of her toes to reach his lips. Her intent was to plant him with a kiss, but instead Shaw leaned down to nibble on her lip.

“Just wait until next time,” Shaw lowered his voice barely loud enough for MC to hear. “Next time, I’ll treat you even nicer. You won’t regret forgiving me.”

Swiftly palming their hands together, Shaw proceeded to drag MC back to the site to reunite with the others. MC gave his hand a soft squeeze, eliciting a small smile from the evolver.

Fighting with her blows, but making-up isn’t a hell of a bad time. Though she does look cuter with that dopey grin on her face, he thought as he stole a glance at the expression of content radiating from MC’s features.

Returning her squeeze with his own, he heartily accepted the warmth of her shoulder pressing against his arm as they returned to the site. Basking in the glow from their interrupted rendezvous earlier, Shaw was already scheming how to annoy MC enough so that he could whisk her away to finish his tantalizing apology during another time.

#mr. love queen's choice #mlqc shaw #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #ling xiao #this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile now #so of course i get the urge to finish it randomly in the middle of the night #😂

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my-strange-attraction · 1 year

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ok so I’m aroace and have identified as such for a while, but I am also a hopeless romantic and want to be in a relationship and I’ve recently been talking to this guy that I am interested in, but I don’t know how I should breach the topic of my lack of romantic interest in people. To my knowledge, he is straight and interested in me romantically, and I care about him and have no romantic feelings for him too, enough to want a relationship with him. Do you have any advice for how I can start this conversation with him because I think he has assumed I like him romantically?

Thanks for the ask!

To be honest, the answer to this one is less of an answer than I think you might hope for, because due to the lack of deep understanding in general society about aspec identities, there's a chance that even if you explain your aromanticism to the best of your abilities, he may not understand exactly what you're trying to say.

I know and you know that relationships are weird things, and one person can see it as romantic even if the other doesn't, and you can still have a great time and enjoy the same activities as a fully romantic (or fully platonic) couple. However, most people, if told that someone doesn't like them romantically, will assume that a relationship is off the table, or at the very least will assume that you like them less than they like you.

It depends on how well this guy knows and understands the aro label and community (for example: does he know about qprs?) and also depends on how open you two tend to be in discussions about identity and life philosophy. If this isn't a topic you've already broached (without talking about your own connection to it, I mean) or a topic you would be likely to broach, I would say hold off for a bit.

I know it can feel sometimes like a lie to keep a part of your identity from somebody, especially someone who you would want to be in a close relationship with. However, you have to ask yourself if your label is so important to you that you would risk not being able to have a relationship with this guy.

For example, I am definitely arospec to some degree, but if I were to enter into a relationship with someone who doesn't know so much about the community, I might hold off a bit on letting on that I don't feel romantic attraction to them. It's not a part of my label that I'm so attached to that I need to hold onto it really tightly, and it's not something everybody needs to know about me. It's not a lie to not tell this person, it's just avoiding a misunderstanding in the early stages of relationship.

Obviously the ultimate goal of a relationship (for most people) is to share everything with each other, or at least feel comfortable to do so. However, sometimes when you're just starting a relationship, it's better to smooth it over if it's not something that will cause a big issue and tell them later on when you're both more secure in the relationship.

Although, to answer your original question (oops, I rambled again!), when you do broach the topic, if you do, my biggest tip would be to not do it all at once. Make sure they know about the aro community, make sure they know about the different types of attraction, make sure they know about qprs, and make sure they know that no actions are inherently romantic, sexual, sensual, etc, it's all based on intention. Once he has a good understanding of all that, then I think telling him about you won't be as scary as it might otherwise be to someone who likes you romantically.

All that said, I have never been in a relationship, known a person I want to be in a relationship with, or pursued a relationship, so all of this is theoretical knowledge from what I know from TV and my own platonic relationships. Stick with your gut on the situation, and everything will turn out as it was meant to. As always, any followers are welcome to chime in with more advice! I hope this all helps, anon, and hopefully didn't hurt your eyes too much from the sheer volume of it! I had a lot to say, I guess, haha.

#ask #anon #arospec #qpr #cloudy rambles

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gillianthecat · 2 years

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Thoughts while watching Love in the Air episode 8 (PrapaiSky 1):

~ Obviously they're going to return to that first illegal race to start this section - no question, everything was set up for that to happen. Yet I still feel inordinately proud of myself for predicting it. 😊

~ 🥺 Sky psyching himself up to follow Rain.

~ I don't think we've met Pakin yet? He keeps getting hyped as scary and I had the sudden thought that he's Sky's evil ex. But I don't think that would actually make sense.

~ What motorcycle adjacent company is sponsoring this, by the way? I wondered last time and then never looked into it.

~ Ooh. I think I like this moment of first eye contact - Prapai's interest and smirk, Sky's [puzzled?] stare. The musical cues there were effective.

~ I really really want to like these two together. Please Mame, don't fuck it up for me. Please.

~ I personally connect more with these actors and their chemistry, which makes them more fun to watch, but would also make any creepy parts harder for me to brush off. (Who am I kidding, I know there will be dubcon stuff, the only question is how much, how dubious, and for what percentage of their story.)

~ Sky! I love you. The way he gathers up his courage and grabs Prapai's collar. 💜

Ok. Well this kissing looks pretty fucking consensual so far (if I close my eyes and ignore the whole pressuring him into part.)

Ok. Yeah. That was hot. 🥵 😳 And Sky definitely looked like he was enjoying himself.

~ Ok why are we revisiting this entire scene with Rain and Puyu? Not what I'm here for. Oh maybe it's exposition about how powerful/dangerous the street race organizers are? (But we don't need the whole scene for that, musical cues, kiss and all. It takes away from the PrapaiSky momentum.)

~ Sky 🥺 Why are you sad?

~ But so far it feels like dubcon and pressure, not noncon, so it's tolerable to me. It helps that it's obvious that Sky enjoyed the sex, just doesn't trust Prapai (understandably!)

~ I hope this little nepotism baby at his desk in his suit is supposed to look like a kid playing dress up to go to his dad's office, because he does. Although he looks very good in the suit anyway.

~ Yes Sky! Ignore him and just walk out the door! I love you. 💜 (Shades of Sher from Fahlanruk)

~ I think I like this structure of both characters recalling the night before in flashes the next morning.

~ Prapai is smitten. It's adorable. And it feels true to me that he would be after that night.

~ Ooh. An entirely new character. Hello little brother. An odd conversation that I'm just going to ignore, but we establish that Prapai likes being single and free.

~ I'm starting to feel hopeful that Prapai will have his own character arc and have to change in some way. But not confident.

~ Oh, Sky 🥺

~ I do like that LITA is continuing this structure of their parallel lives in montage. And that we're revisiting some of the university moments from Sky's perspective.

~ Ok. Time skip.

~ SIG!!!! Sig Sig Sig 🥳 (And possible support for a Sig-Som background romance? 👀)

~ Long suffering Sky. My baby.

~ Random non-Sky lover, and Prapai is not feeling it.

~ SIG!!! He continues to be great 🥰 And it's nice to see a more serious but still weirdo side to him. Mediate, baby!

~ I guess we're still mid RainPayu? I don't remember their exact timeline, but I do think it wasn't finished until summer break.

~ Wise elder and occasional wingman/occasional cockblock Saifah is back.

~ I actually like Prapai's decision to pursue Sky. He's waited months, Sky's still on his mind; it makes sense. (However I still don't trust how he's going to go about his pursuit.)

~ More weather puns. They're probably even better if I understand Thai.

~ Sig relaxing and having fun reading 💜 And pulling an all-nighter to do it. I knew there was a reason he's a fandom fave.

~ (More acting through pouting. I'm still not sure about this choice, even with my beloved Sky. Ok, actually I am sure; I don't like it.)

~ Ok, yes, objectively Prapai is being a creep here. But it kinda works for me. And I love Sky's sarcastic responses. 💜 (I think he knows who it is?)

~ Or I guess not?

~ Not to justify predatory behavior, but I'm gonna justify predatory behavior by saying that it's at least plausible that Prapai would think that Sky would welcome this game. (If I squint and ignore a lot.)

~ Oh, Sky 🥺 Is that why you think it couldn't be Prapai? Obviously he's attracted to you, that's how this all started, remember? Are you dealing with low self esteem along with your trauma?

~ More shirtless seme in his home gym scene for... reasons. Damn, this scene isn't even pretending to be about anything but admiring Prapai's body. No objection here. I have to say, my first thought (other than hot!) when I see a muscled up actor these days is "good for him, I'm glad he gets a chance to show off all that hard work in building those muscles."

~ SIG!!! 🥳 In the perfect setting for his weirdness. I'll bet $100 bucks this scene was improvised by Tonnam.

~ Hiding behind the box!! Instant reflex. I love it. Too bad it's also completely ineffective.

~ Rain! Why are you selling out your bestie like this? 😟 oh, I guess he's just kind of oblivious.

~ Prapai is a manipulative dick, but my expectations for him were on the floor, so I'm able to find it kind of cute. And Sky kind of opened himself up by not accepting Rain's offer for a ride. He seems like he'd know better.

~ Prapai's attempt at seduction is neither awful nor all that interesting. I like Sky's hardass responses though.

~ Aww, I think I'm gonna like Sky's developing habit of grabbing Prapai by the collar. And Prapai's smitten look as he Sky walks away.

~ Again establishing (to the audience though not to Prapai) that it's lack of trust, not lack of interest.

~ the steel-hearted boy. I love it.

~ Sky makes a very good point and Rain should grovel. Never give out anyone's phone number without their permission. Rain you darling space cadet.

~ I 💜 Sky

~ Not really excited about this dorm manager gossip, tbh. I like her outfits though, those triangle earrings especially.

~ The complex and nuanced journey of Sky's face when he's on the phone with Prapai. (My instinct is to blame all the moments of overacting on the director, because he can be quite good and subtle.)

~ Plant daddy 🪴 Sky doesn't want to hurt the sunflowers 🌻 🥺 (25 bucks that next episode we'll see them in a vase and not in the trash can.)

~ Teenagers. Lol, Sky is four years older than you, you nepo baby.

~ I like this (probably long-suffering) assistant!

I went into this with basement level expectations for Prapai, both because of Mame in general, and because from the few glimpses I saw on my dash that made it past the filters, it seemed like people hated him. He managed to be nowhere near as bad as I expected, so I was able to enjoy him and Sky overall. I'm sure if I'd watched it naïve I would have hated him much more.

#love in the air #prapaisky #love in the air ep 8 #live in the air the series #kind of like liveblogging #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat #sig!!!!!!#tonnam piamchon

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ultfan · 6 months

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want to start this off by saying there's no shame if you like dr 2.5 and 3 and if you do have them as part of your canon, but my nagito probably won't align up at all with how he is portrayed in both of those. doesn't mean i'm unwilling to rp with say... chisa. or that i won't have a verse where nagito does wake up after the events of dr2. we just might wanna chat before writing stuff around those time periods.

what i don't like about 2.5 and 3:

- nagito acts very out of character in both. 2.5 brings up an interesting idea that he may secretly loathe talent because it means people are ostracized for not having talent. and theoretically adds onto his desire to be loved and how he feels isolated from other people and having real connections with people. i wouldn't mind picking that up if it wasn't for the fact there isn't really hint about this ideology in dr2 at all. nagito is so interesting and freaks everyone else out because he is so unabashedly earnest in everything he does and says. it's his sincerity in these fucked up beliefs that makes him so scary. so to say that he doesn't actually completely believe in them deep down just feels... wrong. nagito doesn't feel like he is incapable of being loved because other people have talent and are better than him; nagito feels incapable of love because he isn't worthy of it. he faults himself because he wasn't born talented, he doesn't fault talented people for existing. he loves talented people. his hatred is internal not external. in his eyes he is the problem, not talent. that and he's scared that anyone who gets to close to him will be hurt by his luck cycle which is fair.

- dr3 shows nagito being... too kind to the shsl students. and i know you're thinking "okay nagito can't be too nice to those bitches he would literally throw himself into a volcano for them." and that is 100% completely true. but nagito also doesn't go easy on them. it is completely ooc for him to want to make the adversities they face genuinely easier. in dr2 nagito has all his memories erased, so how he acts in game is how he would act normally without junko's influence. nagito would never threaten the staff of hope's peak to delay exams. it's sink or swim bitch! these people were born talented if they can't pass their talent exam then maybe they don't deserve to be here. that's how he should be acting. he fully buys into the fucked up ideologies the academy has on talent and hope. he doesn't buy into the false image, oh no, he would fully support all the horrific things the academy pursues in the name of talent. nagito komaeda is basically the human personification of what hope's peak as a school stands for. he goes out of his way and sacrifices himself to help people but only in ways that would help them grow and shine brighter. he would never go easy on them. he wants them to overcome challenges and see whose hope will come out on top. dr3 nagito is hated by his classmates because... he's a little strange and bad things happen around him sometimes. but he should be hated for being a freak who encourages conflict and scares his peers with his delusional rambling. if his classmates had a disagreement he would be fanning the flames and siding with whoever seems to be fighting the hardest for what they believe in. sure he may also play the "we should all work together and strive for hope" stuff, but overall this is the dude who would side with the murderer one moment and side with the innocent folks the next solely depending on who is fighting the best. nagito could never join any kind of team because the second the opposing team started beating his team he would start helping the other side. he is a disloyal bitch. he doesn't love his friends, he loves their talents and says that he loves them too. but the second they disappoint he will drop them like it's nothing and he won't feel sorry about it.

- i also don't like how nagito's luck works in dr3. it feels too random. it's luck, so obviously it's random, but nagito makes it clear that it operates on an extreme bad, extreme good cycle. like his whole backstory with his parents. in the anime nagito's luck feels more like a deus ex machina plot device then ever before and it is rubbed in your face constantly. and in the game nagito's luck is secondary to his skills. his luck really only kicks in when he finds a situation in which he must rely on it. nagito plots out an entire murder plan but leaves whether or not he'll be on cleaning duty up to chance- because it makes it less suspicious if he was picked via lottery. nagito solves the puzzles in the final dead room but the final challenge is the luck-based thing. he didn't just... stumble upon all the answers by accident. which is why it frustrates me that nagito can just somehow perfectly touch the right place on the statue and have his foot land on the pressure plate at just the perfect moment. it undermines his actual skill and intellect by conveying to the audience that everything nagito succeeds in is based on pure chance when it really isn't the case. he plots and schemes and investigates and it's only when he's put in the hard work when he can fall back on his luck to give him that final push to success.

- and you know... nagito aside... all your basic criticisms of dr2.5 and dr3 that you hear everywhere apply. i hate the mind control thing it feels like a copout and absolves all the remnants of responsibility. i feel like junko, mukuro, and izuru were butchered along with the rest of the cast. i feel like the rest of the dr2 cast woke up way too easily and way too quickly based on the timeline. and i find it unbelievable that they wake up and everything is hunky-dory and everyone's besties now. if the dr2 cast is living with both their neo world memories and their previous memories there should be some struggle in not relapsing imho. i wanna see the dr2 survivors having to support each other and keep each other from falling into bad habits y'know. but it feels like they just... get to live on as if nothing bad ever happened. hajime especially should be struggling considering he basically got lobotomized but i'll keep that for my hajime blog. also sorry human chiaki lovers but i don't like that she's real it contradicts so much that we know

how i will be interpreting things on my blog:

- pre-despair nagito is very similar to early dr2 nagito. in love with hope and talent and wanting people to use him as a stepping stone to bring themselves to greater heights. he isn't plotting murders and asking people to kill him because... they're not in a killing game... but i can see him being a genuine source of unease and conflict among his classmates. he claims he wants people to work together and be friends, but the second there's conflict he really only makes it worse with his flippant attitude and rambles on hope. i really like to view nagito as a reason class 77 actually wouldn't be all that close. i feel as if a lack of genuine camaraderie between class 77- with all of them struggling either with their own issues or the events of twilight syndrome- would make them easier targets for junko. i don't see why junko would latch onto class 77 specifically if they didn't catch her eye somehow. and i think nagito as a foil for junko (someone who might fabricate despair for the sake of hope) would play a big role in that. junko prays on the weak. she grabs people at their lowest, showers them in what they need to hear, and indoctrinates them into her cultish despair mindset. if class 77 were instant buddies and having a blast together they probably wouldn't be much different from most people around the school. there had to be something about them that called out to her for her to pick them to drag into her bullshit instead of class 78 (you know, the class she was in).

- as for waking up from his death coma, i do fully believe nagito was the last one they woke up. and that it would've taken a whiiiile. i believe most people were probably hesitant to wake him up. nagito, even without the influence of junko, is an incredibly fucked up person with a skewed worldview. he has no qualms about killing, stealing, lying, or anything so long as it furthers hope in his twisted mind. and the last time nagito remembers being around them he had hated them with a burning passion and killed himself in a way that would hopefully get everyone except chiaki (the person who wasn't real) killed. if he's regaining his despair memories on top of that... well honestly he was just as he is now but worse. with an obsessive love/hate relationship with junko and an intense devotion to making monaca into junko 2.0 (before he was captured). i do not believe he would've just rejoined with everyone and been happy-go-lucky. i think that dr2.5 and dr3 forgot that nagito is an antagonist at his core. he's sympathetic in a lot of ways, but people need to stop woobifying my boy here. i know he's silly and sad but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be accountable for his crimes and that he should be easily forgiven by all the people he's wronged. and i do not believe nagito would at all be sorry for most of the things he did during the events of dr2 (depending on his mindset i'm sure he would regret being an ultimate despair, but he already has enough self loathing as it is i don't think it changes much. and even when he was an ultimate despair his goal was hope at the end of the day. because he wasn't actually a brainwashed despair puppet to be directed by junko but actually joined up with her after probably being manipulated. and his motivations as an ultimate despair didn't really seem to conflict with his usual mindset because he still believes in hope overcoming despair from what we've seen in udg).

#♡₊˚ ☘️・₊✧ » ic : study ─ 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌 𝘚𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘈𝘕 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘛. ❞

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[TOM HOLLAND, CISMALE, HEY/THEY] Oh, them? That’s WILL BYERS, the EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD. They are currently a [ STUDENT AT HAWKINS COMMUNITY COLLEGE]. I hear people say they are SELFLESS, GENTLE & GENUINE but also TIMID, CAUTIOUS SENSITIVE. I always think of THE FELT OF A WIZARDS CAPE, VIDEO GAME VICTORY MUSIC, A DECAYING FORREST. I wonder what their favorite scary movie is? [ red, 21+, they/she, cst]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

full name: william ‘will’ byers age: eighteen pronouns: he/they sexual orientation: gay faceclaim: tom holland occupation: college student @ hawkins community college

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 . abuse tw!

while he never had to face a lot of the things that jonathan went through when it came to his dad, the way he spoke to him left a lasting impact on will to this day. he would always question his friendship with mike, question small things about him and call him the most disgusting names. it was mostly just verbal until the one time that jonathan and joyce weren’t home and lonnie had seen him and mike holding hands outside of the school. he was no more than ten at the time. and joanthan or joyce hadn’t been there to protect hiim from it. but that moment was the deciding factor for joyce to end their marriage once and for all. though a part of him will always blame himself for that happening, he’s grateful that they were finally able to be free of lonnie. the man hadn’t even crossed his mind, becoming a distant memory for will.

instead, will thinks of jonathan like a father much more than he ever did lonnie. he knows that it puts a lot of pressure on his brother, even if will never means it as such. will also knows his brother could be doing so much more than being stuck in hawkins and often times will try to convince him to give nyu another shot. he doesn’t know this for a fact, but he was pretty sure jonathan had lied to their mom about him not getting accepted into his dream school. but maybe that was a bit of a bias on will’s part, because he couldn’t imagine anyone rejecting him from his dream school.

while his brother has always seemed to have a plan, will couldn’t say that he was the same way. he always loved art, wanted to pursue it as a career eventually but he never had the courage to do anything about it. instead, he stayed in hawkins and applied for the community college here. but a big bonus to staying close to home? it’s where mike ended up staying as well, which may or may not have helped be a deciding factor.

oh, mike wheeler. how to go about describing what mike was to will? well, it depends on who you ask, really. because if you ask either of them, they would say they were just really good friends, best friends! but if you ask their friends, or really anyone with eyes? those two were dating, there was no questioning that. but they could continue to try and pretend like no one knows about it for now.

he also runs a few clubs at the college as well, including the gay-straight alliance club that he runs with mike (who is definitely not his boyfriend so please stop questioning it) as well as an art club, both which had been met with mixed reviews but they made him happy. it was nice to have a purpose. while he was never really well liked in high school, college was his chance to be able to get out of his shell. still, maybe that was better said than done in the long run.

despite wanting to get himself out there more, will is still inherently soft spoken and on the shyer side. as much as he tried to get out of his comfort zone, he still has his limitations.but he’ll get there, eventually.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 !

an ex boyfriend: this would have been someone that will dated when they were in high school. it was definitely ruined by mike and his feelings he refused to admit were there. and honestly, will probably wasn’t very mindful of their relationship either when they were together so it definitely lead to a lot of issues that ended up breaking them apart.

a “bad” influence: will has always played by the rules, maybe even a little too scared to do anything wild and crazy. so that’s where yours comes in! someone to remind will that he doesn’t always have to play by the rules.

the “good” influence: the inverse of the bad influence, give me someone that will can try to be a good influence for! the options are truly endless for this one too, so go crazy go wild with it.

members of the gsa/art club at the college: pretty self explanatory, but will has got some clubs he runs and i’d love to have some members of it that will can interact with!

#𝐰𝐛 ⸺ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨.#abuse tw

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waltnut · 3 years

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Hey!! Do you have any more lore ideas of the demon bros in their level 3/4 states? Your last post was really interesting!! :)

I do have some that’s kinda dark? Maybe even kind of NSFW-ish? I’m not sure how you’d categorize it but here it is anyway.

I’ve had this idea of when the “heat season” comes around and what is needed to be done to protect MC. This is in no way what I think happens EVERY TIME heat season comes around just an idea that I had in my head for a concept. I’ve read many wonderful Headcanons for the heat seasons for the brothers and they are all way more thought out than this lol.

The idea is that for MC’s protection, it has been tasked to keep the brothers locked up in their room or a specific location until the heat has passed. The scenario is that this is the first time MC has been there for it and Barbatos is explaining to them and showing them what is needed to be done. There are seals in every room to keep them from breaking out, for example. The seals are made for that specific demon and do not affect MC or other demons. Most of them are in Level 4 during this time but will phase into Level 3 to try to manipulate MC into letting their guard down. Each demon is given something to keep the desire at bay. If they stop receiving these things they will go into a rage.

Assume they are in Level 4 unless stated. This is specifically the brothers...Read more below.

Lucifer - Locked in his room

Mc is not allowed even on the same floor as Lucifer during this time. It is said his power and influence can affect a large radius and should you get too close, you will feel unconsciously drawn to him or where he is.

There is a seal on his door to keep him in.

You will hear nothing behind his door, it is as if no one is home.

He stalks around in his room in Level 4, with all his lights off. Ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

If he knows MC is close, or if he can no longer resist, he is able to project illusions of this form throughout the house to Lure MC or scare MC into heading closer to him. You would see these out of the corner of your eye, or red eyes in the shadows of a silhouette of a giant goat man.

Should MC enter his room, the seal does not react to humans and opening the door does not break the seal, MC will be stuck in here until it’s over. Have fun dealing with a scary goat demon in the dark.

Music is needed to keep him calm. If no music is played he will use his illusions more to terrorize others on the outside and become violent if approaching his physical form.

Mammon - Locked away in his room, in a secret cellar type room that is accessible only through his room. It’ll

To get to him, there is a door in the back of his room, that only appears for this season, magic or something. It leads down a spiral staircase where the walls are stone and you come to a large stone room that is lit by conches and it’s filled with gold and treasure and the like. It’s a dragon’s den. And it’s separated by a wall of decorative bars keeping MC on one side and the dragon on the other.

The seal is on the bars and touching the bars would repel him. But MC can touch them and stick a hand through.

He lays on his treasure and gold objects which will stick to his leathery parts on his wings and the underside of his tail and belly.

Nests of treasures, tapestry and fancy rugs are also used as paddings for his nests. There are items from ancient times, which you could only assume he’s had for centuries and his hoard has only grown since then.

If MC enters this chamber he will transform to level 3 and offer his treasures to them. He will also pout and guilt to keep MC there with him.

Treasure is given to him every hour to keep him happy. He transforms back into level 4 in a fit and will destroy his piles of treasures out of anger and upset if they choose to leave him.

If MC chooses to stay, he will dress them in his treasures and make nests for them.

Leviathan - Sealed in his large aquarium tank. Did you think it was built for the fishes?

The only light source comes from the fish tank and TVs. You can see a giant dark mass inside the tank wrapping around everything inside. It has pulsating glowing orange orbs on its form.

There are Tv’s set up in front of the glass. A lot of them. All of them are anime. There are also a lot of plushies floating in the water. To keep him company, Barbatos would say. These objects keep him calm.

If MC approaches he will turn into Level 3 and press himself against the glass with the most sad eyes. He will use words to manipulate MC into feeling guilty for him being alone and to stay there with him and watch all the shows.

If you stay too long in this room you will hear an eerie whale type song in the back of your mind. It seems to make you dizzy and makes you want to stay with him. Maybe you just might jump in the water. Who needs to breathe anyway? He probably has a solution for that.

If MC chooses to leave he will turn back into Level 4 sea monster and wail the saddest deep sea song and slam his huge body against the glass. Hopefully it stays in tact.

Satan - Locked in his room.

A green glowing wall seal separates the door area from the rest of his room. It has a shimmering flame affect but you can see through it.

His room is trashed. Books ripped to shreds, book cases fallen over, small flecks of green flame and ash are scattered on the piles.

He remains in Level 4 even if MC is in the room. And he is not nice. He is mean. He will scream and yell and swear profanities at them, and especially Barbatos since Barbatos will not let Mc go alone. He will say down right terrible things out of anger and frustration.

If MC expresses any type of upset, it’s possible Satan might notice. If he does, he will lower his voice and approach. He will apologize and begin to try to convince Mc to stay with him and read all the books.

If he is refused he will slam on the sealed wall furiously and monstrous screaming continues. His flames in his body are strong and bright.

Books are given to him every half hour as well as audiobooks of plays from every language to keep him calm.

Asmodeus - Sealed in his room, but an altered version of reality.

His room is separated by a clear glass wall with an invisible seal. On the other side there are mirrors everywhere. It’s like a fun house with how they are not in any uniform pattern. Some are cracked and broken.

There is pillows and blankets and a giant bed where there isn’t mirrors.

The mirrors are used to keep his morale low, showing his reflection in his level 4 state causes a depression to keep him from wanting to pursue others, as he is the avatar of Lust and is the most insatiable during this season.

If MC is in the room, he will actually scream and refuse for them to see him. If MC can convince for Asmodeus to show himself, he will come close to the glass barrier and black tear lines would be streaming down his face.

He will show himself in Level 3 to them to convince MC to stay and keep him company. Something about wanting to see them from every angle with all these mirrors?

If refused he will start to break the mirrors around him. The magically repair themselves eventually.

Other demons like succubi/incubi are sent to him to keep his appetite lower. But he will always prefer MC over them.

Beelzebub - Locked in a giant meat freezer storage near the kitchen.

It’s very cold in here, and there are animal carcasses hanging from meat hooks everywhere. Even things you never seen before. It’s a large cold room with tile.

Bars separate you from the monster in the middle of the room. He sits on a pile of meat and flesh, sounds of tearing can be heard. But also the raffling of chains. The bars are not enough to hold him. There are seals on the bars and metal cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Steam can be seen coming off the monster form Beelzebub.

Once MC enters, he will come launch himself towards them but the chains catch him and hold him away. Barbatos will allow MC to throw him some meat but to use a rod to stick it through, like some zoo keeper feeding a lion.

It was said they didn’t start using the chains until one time he broke out and went on a feeding spree. I won’t get into details about that.

He speaks in very few words. “Closer.” Or “Stay.” are usually what he’ll snort at MC. He stares at them, licking his lips. You don’t know if it’s lust or hunger or both.

He doesn’t put up much a fuss if MC leaves, as the food is enough to occupy him.

Food fed to him by the hundreds is needed to keep him from raging.

Belphegor - Locked back up in the attic.

There is a wall of black smoke/fog that hides the rest of the room. It has light flecks off white in them, like stars.

Red eyes stare at you from inside the fog. They disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Barbatos tells you to not touch the smoke. Do not. Ever. Touch the smoke.

Level 3 arms of Belphie can reach out from the smoke to grab you.

His voice is soft and sweet but his words are not. He tells you he is always with you when you sleep. He can see your dreams. He is in them. It’s the way he says these things that are unsettling.

He can disperse the fog enough to show himself to you. He can change the fog to look like space and galaxies to entice MC to want to stay and experience it.

He will guilt trip MC, saying they’re the reason he’s here and they owe him. They need to make it up to him. He can forgive them if they stay.

If he is refused, a wave of tiredness will wash over MC. Barbatos must always accompany them and he is able to take them away before anything happens.

Incense smoke is needed to keep him calm and sedated.

Now you may be thinking...What about Barbatos?? Isn’t he affected by the season?? To that he replies...

“Oh yes, but my constitution is much stronger than the rest.”

Then perhaps you may be wondering about Lord Diavolo. To which he replies...

“It’s best you don’t set foot in the castle. Better yet, just stay in here in the house, where it’s much safer.”

#text post #monster boyfriend #obey me headcanons #long post #obey me

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tf2-hellhole · 3 years

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How would the mercenaries react to find out the object of their affections was secretly afraid of them? I feel like they'd try to be more gentle or feel super guilty

Alright, so the first part just kinda sums up how they find out, and the second is how they address it.

Notices immediately after meeting them: Heavy, Engie, Spy

Doesn’t notice it at first, but it eventually hits him like a train: Demo, Sniper

He doesn’t realize until someone mentions it to him: Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Medic

Scout starts trying to be more gentle and assure you that he’ll protect you and that you’re safe with him, but he’s honestly really nervous when he touches on that topic. He’s not used to being emotionally vulnerable around other people since he’s always trying to look macho, so it’s pretty damn awkward when he tries. But when he actually manages to look up and make eye contact with you, you can see the sincerity and care in his expression.

Soldier starts trying (very poorly) to lower his voice and stop being so intense. He goes to Engineer for advice (his first thought was to go to Spy, but he didn’t want to take advice from a “damn frenchie”) on how to make you more comfortable and how to not frighten you. He struggles a lot with it and gets extremely frustrated sometimes, but over time he manages to control himself, his volume, and his intensity around you.

Pyro feels bad, but they don’t beat themself up about it, they just try to be better! They don’t really know that it’s their general demeanor that’s kind scary, but the behaviors they do create kinda let you see past their initial demeanor and kinda see their inner thoughts and emotions, so they don’t seem like a scary monster. They do this mostly through presents, like sweets, desserts, drawings, and crafts that they present to you themself.

Demo is a very emotional person, so when he realizes, the guilt eats him up inside, and he drinks much more often just so he doesn’t have to think about it. It takes a few weeks of Medic dragging him out of bed and Soldier stealing his alcohol for him to pull himself together again. Even after that, he still separates himself from you more often, rarely speaks to you, and speaks in a low voice when he does. It’d take you approaching for him to consider talking to you again.

Heavy feels pretty bad about the fact that he scares you, especially because he can’t really control it. His body, his voice, his demeanor- he’s always been content will all of these traits, but the way you react to them make him wish he could change them. He respects the boundaries that keep you comfortable, so he stays away from you and doesn’t talk to you much. He simply waits for you; If you become interested in him, you can approach when you’re comfy.

Engie feels bad when he picks up on the way you act, so he spends the night angrily and frustratedly drinking and inventing without sleep (it’s a bad habit he has). Eventually, he talks to someone about it, wondering how to keep from overstepping your boundaries. According to him, romantically pursuing you can wait till you’re comfortable around him. He tries stuff like chatting with you without getting too close, keeping his weapons/sentries away from you, etc.

For a while, Medic would just convince himself that you’re being ridiculous. Deep down, he knows you’re scared of him, because everybody’s scared of him, but he buries that thought just so he doesn’t have to deal with it. It’s bizarre for him and he doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never cared about what other people thought about him, until you. He tries to keep his voice down around you and clean himself up before having to be around you.

When Sniper realizes, he kinda just… disappears. You don’t see him around a whole lot, and he leaves when you enter the room, and barely speaks if you try to talk to him. He’s not angry at you or anything, he just doesn’t know how to deal with his guilt and your fear, so he just decides to not even confront it in the first place. He drinks or practices shooting just to get it off his mind. Like Demo, you’d have to approach him to get him to come around again.

Spy just deals with the guilt by drinking himself silly some nights, and acting like nothing is wrong during the day. He’s gonna stay away from you and not talk to anybody about what’s wrong, because he’s never talked to anybody about his feelings or problems before, and he’s not going to start doing it now. Like some of the others, he’d never try to confront it himself and you would have to take the initiative to get him to talk to you again.

#tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 x s/o #tf2 x y/n #tf2 x you

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

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oligbia-togata · 3 years

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Strangers

Jumin Han X Reader

SFW, Fluff

a/n: i wrote a much longer, two-part Jumin Han cinderella AU a while ago. i'll link it here. This is a much shorter version I wrote for this site :)

It was the night of the C&R Public Event Banquet. Each year, C&R hosted a fancy party that was opened to the public. It was an event with the intention to allow the public a glimpse into upcoming products, a consumer show to speak. But, this year, young women flooded the event in their fanciest dresses to catch a glimpse of the new CEO- Jumin Han. He was rumored to be extremely single, gossip spreading the idea of his father wanting him married ASAP. Which, to be fair, was pretty much the truth. However, Jumin had no interest in marrying for money or image. If he were to ever be married at all, it would be for love.

You had found yourself at this event in an odd set of lucky coincidences. It started off with your long time friend, Luciel, showing up at your house after your step family left. They had left you at home to do chores, not wanting to be seen with you at the event. Luciel, however, was very admit about you attending. He provided you with a lavished evening gown. It was much fancier than one you had ever seen, the accompanying shoes even more dazzling. They were made of a shimmering glass, sparkling almost as much as your eyes. He even escorted you to the event in one of this fancy sports cars, assuring you arrived in style. There was a catch however-

“I can take you home later, but you have to be in my car by midnight. If i’m home any later, my maid will be very very mad at me…” His voice dropped to a hush, “and she’s very scary.”

You honestly weren’t sure if he was serious or not about the maid, but you agreed anyways, not interested in wasting time. You really weren’t interested in finding the allusive Jumin Han, if anything you were there for the sake of living life. You had never been to an event that let you feel like a princess, and this was your chance!

Climbing up the steps to the event, you were amazed by the size of it all. Beautiful women and Handsome men danced together, others chatting over glasses of expensive wine. The event was like something out of a fairy tale or some kind of bedtime story. You stayed to the edge of the room, watching the event from afar. Other guests took note of your expensive dress, mumbling about it being an unreleased designer item. You weren’t sure, really, but the unintentional flattery was welcomed.

During your waiting time, a young man you didn’t recognize offered you his hand to join him in a dance. His teal hair was long, laying on his face. It covered his light blue eyes and shy smile. You obliged him, having no interest in pursuing anything beyond a dance. The dance was for your own enjoyment, not to please the mysterious teal man. He gilded you through a basic waltz, his hand setting respectfully on your waist, the other holding your hand by your heads. His glances skirted across the room, never quite staying on yours.

“You’re not like the other girls here, you know?”

His sudden attempt at conversation caused you to quirk an eyebrow. “How so?”

His head leaned in close to yours, speaking in a whisper. It was as if he was sharing a secret that no one else at this party could overhear. “Most girls have been throwing themselves at Jumin all night, and you haven’t even tried to. Why is that?”

You smiled warmly. “I’m not sure. I don’t really know who he is, to be honest. I came more for the experience, not to meet a man.”

The mysterious man pulled away, “Well then, I hope you meet lots of people and make many memories.”

Before you could even manage to respond, he was twirling you into the arms of another man, swapping out women. This new man was just a bit taller, but they looked about the same age. This new man had striking raven black hair, which was neatly combed back. His suit was much nicer than the one worn by the previous stranger. It was paired nicely with gold cufflinks. This new stranger, however, look exhausted. But beyond that, annoyance and boredom laced his eyes. He didn’t even give you a good look before he firmly held your waist, leading you through the dance.

“I suppose you are also here to see me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

The new stranger finally looked at you. He was admittedly a bit taken back by you. You looked less, how he would say, desperate than the other women he had danced with. It made sense that his good friend V would have forced you onto him.

“Are you suggesting you aren’t here for me?”

You looked him up and down as he led you through the dance. “I’m not even sure I know who you are, so why would I come for you?”

Jumin’s ears perked up. All night he had danced with woman after woman, hearing the same useless chatter about money and fortunes- but he wasn’t interested. It bored him, really. If he wanted to discuss money, he would meet with an accountant.

“Well, that makes you the first then.”

Silence sat between the two of you. It was noticeable other women were trying to take your spot, but Jumin was oddly interested in you. He couldn’t figure you out, but he knew he liked dancing with you more than the other women. So, he kept learning you across the floor. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Dancing was fun, and this stranger made for comfortable company. Besides, he wasn’t hard on the eyes either.

After a few minutes, you spoke up. “You look rather bored.”

“Bored?”

“Mhm. Like, you'd rather be somewhere else. Do you not enjoy parties?”

Jumin hummed. He wasn’t used to someone trying to have a personal conversation with him. But unsure of why he obliged you. “Not particularly. Too many people with the same unvaried story. It gets monotonous after a while.”

You eyed a side door behind him, one where not many people had been standing. A mischievous grin grew on your face as you stood on your toes to whisper into the stranger’s ear.

“Let’s get out of here-”

You took Jumin’s hand in your own, avoiding people as you made an exit through the door. Jumin hurried behind you, too caught off guard to pull away from you. He could feel the glances of others at the party as he followed you, their whispers holding a condescending tone. When you both got through the door, you took off in a sprint down the hallway. Jumin, paralyzed in the moment, was so drawn to you. He noticed the way you smiled and laughed as you ran, your giggles making his own chest warm. In some fit of spontaneity, he took off running behind you. The sounds of both of your shoes echoed in the hallway alongside the happy sounds of your combined giggles. Jumin felt childish, running away from a party like this. It was so unlike him, but he couldn’t help it.

The two of you slowed down when you reached another door leading to a sort of garden. It was pretty small, probably used for tea parties on summer days. It was dark out, but the moonlight illuminated the sea of sanguine roses well enough. Jumin boldly held your hand with his gloved one, leading you to a quaint gazebo in the middle of the gardens. It was tall and dark, the top was covered in beautiful roses. Strands of fairy lights hung around the outer rim, adding soft yellow light to the space. Jumin invited you to sit on the bench.

“I haven’t run from parties like that since I was a child.” His smile was present, but his eyes looked as if they were recalling the memory.

“You come to parties like this often?”

Jumin was pulled from his thoughts. “Yes, my father tends to hold parties like this fairly often. When I was little, my good friend and I would run away and hide in closets or extra rooms. We never cared for the parties.”

You smiled, “I’ve never been to a party like this before, but I think it’s been exciting so far.”

Jumin looked at you. You were so close to him, allowing him to really take in your features. You were undeniably breathtaking. His hand absentmindedly wandered up to your face, taking your chin in his hand. He guided your face to look at him, your eyes locking. Your cheeks were flushed from the cooler evening air and the way he looked at you with bold endearment.

“Did you come with a man this evening?”

You shook your head softly, “I came alone.”

Jumin’s face was unbelievably close to yours. The soft lighting of the garden illuminated the little details of his face- his slightly chapped lips, his smoothed skin, the faint blush that was growing on behalf of his many glasses of wine and your beauty. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, his lips tumbling onto yours. The kiss was soft and sweet. He wasn’t needy, desperate to go further. He was gentle, taking his time to try and remember the way your lips feel against his. He tasted like fancy wine, the kind you would have at a nice dinner party. You really did enjoy the kiss, but he pulled back. His expression was panicked.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what came over me- I don’t even think I asked for your name,”

Jumin took a breath, “What is your name?”

You were about to tell him, but a large clock in the distance let out a chime. It was midnight, you had to go. “I-”

Your own face drew a sad expression, filling Jumin with dread and worry. You bit your bottom lip, looking at this incredibly sweet and attractive stranger. You quickly placed a fast kiss on his lips, catching him for a surprise. Shocking him further, before he could say anything, you took off running.

He tried to follow you out, calling after you. But, you were much too quick, getting far ahead of him. By the time he finally caught up to you, you had already dove into the passenger seat of a car that was speeding away.

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fangirlovestuff · 3 years

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Seasons of Love - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this idea would not leave my head and i really like it so here i am writing it:) the years in the fic are according to chris’ birth year (1981). also, this is more chris centeric, which i haven’t really done yet and i liked how it came out, i’d love to hear your thoguhts on that if you have any! enjoy<3

Summary: the story of chris and you, told through specific seasons of your life. a fluffy (and a bit angsty) coming of age story.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: like one bad word i think, a teeny bit of angst

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Summer, 1998.

It was a special summer. Chris always knew he'd remember this summer forever. It was the first summer he fell in love.

"Summer is full of possibilities."

You and Chris just finished hiking a trail not too far from home, your water bottles nearly emptied due to the heat, your clothes slightly disheveled. Not too different than any other time you did that together.

The two of you were sitting down under a tree, watching the view, when you spoke that sentence.

"It is," Chris agreed. He turned his head to look at you and continued, "that's kinda awesome."

"Yeah," you said softly, still not looking at him, "but it's also scary as fuck." You chuckled dryly. "It's our last summer. What if we don't make the best of it?"

"It's not 'our last summer'," Chris chuckled, "it's just…"

"Our last summer," you completed with a grin once you saw he was struggling to find the words, finally turning to face him.

"Whatever," he laughed.

"What do you want to do this summer, Chris?"

He frowned slightly. "I'm serious," you continued, "what do you wanna do? Really."

"I don't… know. Same old, I guess?"

"See, that's why summer is so scary!" you turned your whole body to face him now. "It feels like in no time, our entire lives will be just 'same old'. And we'll have endless possibilities, but it will still be just same old! I refuse to admit I'm that boring," you huffed, "at least for now."

"So, what do you want to do this summer?" Chris asked with a smile, amused by your antics.

"Something remarkable. Something I can tell my children about and say, 'when I was your age, I did…' whatever it is we'll do, you know?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Okay, so what's something you've always wanted to do but never thought you could?"

He pretended to contemplate it for a second, and before he could open his mouth you cut in, "and don't say something like eat only candy for a week! Something real," you pointed two fingers towards your eyes and then to him, as if to indicate you're watching him.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, "something real."

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you as you both thought about it. In truth, you both knew the answer. It was as clear as the summer sky stretching out above you. But in your still teenage minds, it seemed to be as heavy as the noon heat.

When your eyes met his, you laughed softly. "I feel like we were thinking about the same thing, which is kinda stupid honestly. I mean, why wouldn't we ju-"

He swiftly leaned in and planted his lips on yours, the kiss only lasting ever so long before the smiles you both sported got in the way. Your eyes were still closed when you spoke, but you could feel Chris' gaze on you when you started, "yep," you finally opened your eyes and smiled, "definitely thinking about the same thing."

That summer was made of so many forevers Chris truly thought it would never end. Moments that seemed to stretch on in the most beautiful of ways, as if the universe was giving you her blessing, giving you time.

You knew each other so well sometimes Chris thought you were more in his head than he was. And every time he looked into your eyes, every time you laughed, every time he kissed you, every night you spent watching the stars, every day you spent at the beach, or at home, or really wherever, he knew that fear of yours didn't come true.

You two did the most remarkable thing you could've – you've fallen in love.

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Autumn, 2000.

Autumn in LA was different than it was back home.

At home, his mom would probably be stocking up on candy for Halloween, and his siblings would be playing around with their dog in the fallen leaves, and he'd be forced to take a jacket with him even if it wasn't even that cold outside because people cared about him.

Not that in LA they entirely didn't, but it wasn't the same. Mostly because you weren't there.

You two talked a big game, sure, always making plans to meet soon. But with the both of you being so far apart, and being so busy pursuing your dreams, it never came true.

And when it finally did, after a while, it wasn't like it was that great either.

"I don't… I don't think we… this-" you fumbled over your words and sighed. "I don't want to hold you back."

"I know. I don't want to hold you back either," he sighed, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner.

You were laying on the couch, his arm around you, pulling you close, and really, it was a weird position to be having this conversation in, but at the same time, he kind of couldn't imagine it happening differently.

He understood what you were trying to say. He thought you were right. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I just… I don't think long distance works that well with us," you continued, and then sighed again. "Ugh, this is terrible."

"it kinda is," he chuckled quietly, and you slapped his chest lightly in annoyance. "You know I understand, right?" he said, more serious this time.

"I know. You know I don't really want to do this, right?"

"I know. But I know why you are."

"Good," you said softly. "My flight leaves tomorrow at 8, so we probably won't see each other in the morning."

"Okay," he replied, simply wrapping his arm tighter around you.

He didn't know if he dreamt it, but the next morning, in the early hours before the sun rose, you came into his room and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"See you later," you softly whispered, and a few minutes later, the faint sound of the apartment door shutting reached his ears.

Fall at home was a fun time. Chris loved Halloween, loved watching the beautiful leaves fall, the world around him preparing for a winter's slumber. The air was crisp, the heat, on days when it appeared, wasn't as heavy, and the cold not that harsh. It was beautifully balanced.

Out here though, he started seeing fall not from an outside perspective, but, in a way, from a tree's perspective.

The beautiful leaves fell, and he couldn't reach them again. He was left to stand bare against the oncoming winter cold, a sight that to an outsider would seem impressive, a feat of the majestic strength only nature can possess.

To Chris, it just seemed lonely.

He knew it was a natural process, drifting apart. Just like the leaves falling, it was somewhat inevitable, wasn't it? high school sweethearts were too lucky to be true. But that didn't stop a small but powerful part of him to hope. A hope that didn't come true, and now, where did that leave him?

If autumn at home was balanced, this autumn was anything but. It was almost as if he'd lost an organ, a limb. He couldn't balance the way he did before, he'd have to find a new way, but for now, he just existed in the unbalanced. It consumed his mind, what could he have done differently? Could he have stopped this?

Of course, these questions can't really be answered. Not by him or anyone else. So, he'd grow that limb back. Spring would come, and the leaves and flowers would blossom again.

But that fall, you two fell apart. And in those moments, the bareness of winter seemed insufferable.

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Winter, 2006.

Winters always seemed long to Chris.

As a kid, it was because he couldn't really play outside as much, his mother fearing he'd catch a cold. So, he was sentenced to long days inside, which were often very nice honestly, hot cocoa and warm blankets never in short supply. But kids sometimes can't help but want what they can't have, can’t they?

Well, that notion clearly never left Chris, even if he's not a kid anymore.

Winters were always long, but without you, they seemed longer than ever.

You talked on occasion. You come from the same relatively small town, so losing contact wasn't truly an option, especially because you used to be so close. People would always joke about you being a package deal, hanging out together so much it became second nature.

If Chris became too bored in his own house, or just plain tired of his siblings, it was the obvious thing to go to your house, and vice versa. Now, that refuge wasn't an option anymore.

At first, it was noticeable, like a gaping wound that wouldn't close that he couldn't help running his finger over, checking if maybe it healed already. Now, it was only a dull reminder of what used to be.

It's not like Chris didn't date. He did. And from what he heard (again, small town, friends from childhood. People always filled him up on what you were doing, even when he didn't ask.) you were dating too.

He really had no right to say that it bothered him.

You came up in his mind less and less, as time went on. But winters, being gray, and void of sun, full of storms, were always more introspective. That one especially, no one special really being in his life. Not that it wasn't fun, but he missed home, being grounded, happy. He was happy, in a way, just not the way he was used to.

It was full of contradictions, his mind struggling to make sense of his entangled feelings. You weren't there, and it hurt, but really it was so long since you've been there, and there's no one else at the moment, so was he just missing you or did he just miss loving someone the way he loves y- loved you?

The clean snow a perfect juxtaposition to his clouded mind, he decided to take a walk.

The streets were bustling as always, everyone walking around with a purpose, a destination in mind, which allowed Chris to slip between the crowds, unnoticed. He went to a coffee shop, got something hot to busy his hands with, and continued his aimless journey.

He ended up at a park, sitting down on a cold bench. He took a sip from his cup, wincing slightly at his still hot beverage, before sighing, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them again at the vibration of his phone.

Pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, he held the cup carefully in his other hand as he opened the message.

Think of the devil. Although, you were anything but.

How are you?

Before he could type up an answer, his phone buzzed with another message.

I'll be in town in a week, thought we could maybe get a coffee, catch up. If you want.

He chuckled at the wording. Not a question, but a statement. Well, maybe there was some type of question there, between the lines, but to him, the answer was just as clear as the one to your question many summers ago.

Sure. When are you coming in?

Maybe, spring will be here closer than he thought.

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Spring, 2015.

Spring was the season of rebirth, the blossoms thriving once more, the weather warmer by the day.

You once told Chris spring was your favorite season.

"Really?" he asked, turning towards you, "why?"

"It's a rewarding season. It's like… for the entirety of winter, the trees were standing bare, the animals were confined to their lairs, more or less. And now, they've made it to see the beauty, the profusion. The next year, they do it all again, of course, but spring will always be there to show them it was worth it. Plus, the weather warms up, but not too much, which is a blessing. Especially to your sweaters," you joked, referring to the countless ones you'd pretty much stolen.

But Chris knew what you meant. The blossoms of happiness were spreading out across his life these days. Not everything was perfect, of course, but it was as near perfect as it could be.

"So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" you asked next, surprising him with the sudden change of topic.

"Uh, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged. "but there's a while yet. Why, you had anything in mind?"

"Not really," you said, "that's why I asked. Anyways, think about it, will you?" you smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately before getting up, probably to put your empty cup in the sink.

He didn't know the answer to that. He had everything he could want and more.

There was something inexplicably comforting about spring. As a kid, springs always seemed like endings to Chris. The end of the school year, the end of a long winter. Only as he grew older he realized that springs are also wonderful beginnings. It was a fresh start, but also respected the past. It seemed to value the experiences of the past, yet prompting you to open a new page, giving the opportunity to start again.

Chris took that opportunity with both of his hands, especially when it came to you. Sure, every spring there would come the time of his birthday, but that was minor. Really, he celebrated you, all year but in spring especially.

Spring was the season of going to concerts together, you laughing at Chris as he's doing his best not to get recognized in his cheesy disguise of sunglasses and a hat. It's the season of going on spontaneous picnics because, "look how beautiful it is outside, Chris!", and he can't tell you no about anything. It's the season of taking Dodger out for long, long hikes, so when he comes home he falls right asleep, usually in your lap. It's the season of going out in the afternoon and it's warm, but by the time you come back it's night and it gets chilly, so Chris gives you his jacket, teasing you about how you always forget your own.

It's the season of preparing for summer as well, going through the cabinets and moving the winter clothes to the back and the summer clothes to the front. It's the season of finally using the pool again, and inviting his nephews and nieces over as well, and watching you splash around with them, carefully of course. It's the season of remembering that first summer together, and how far you've come since, together and individually.

Growing up was never easy. Growing up together was insufferable sometimes. But you fought, and you grew, and you talked things out. Spring, in a way, resembled the fact that you could overcome anything. Even after the harshest winter comes spring in all of its glory, blossom and vibrant colors.

And so, you two set out for one more great spring, and everything that will come after it. Summer was full of possibilities, but together, these possibilities didn't seem all that scary anymore.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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The Sanguine Web - Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this, it is the first part of my 100 follower special, the other parts are coming shortly. I’ve been really wanting to a Hanahaki fic for awhile so here it is. I also want to do some different soulmate au’s so those will be coming soon! Love you guys so much xx

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and blood

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell your friends your sick

Prompts

Masterlist

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(y/n)’s pov

“I know this diagnosis is scary, but we’ve got a quite few options now,” Dr. Shaw smiled, though it felt a little backhanded, “Not, the only way we can guarantee your safe recovery is removal of the infection, but the good news there are plenty of doctors in the city who know how to perform the surgery so it wouldn’t take us very long at all to get you in. Alternatively, having your feelings requited will lead to the infection dying off on its own, or, you can try to resolve your own feelings. If you’d rather pursue one of those then a good first step is talking to them, as scary as that may be.”

“Okay,” I have to let everything soak in for just a minute, “Is the surgery risky?” “The actual surgery is very safe, though it will lead to the removal of your feelings for that person. The only real risk is the chance that it prevents you from falling in love in the future.”

“What are the chances that happens?”

“It’s about fifty fifty, and unfortunately there isn’t really a way for us to tell if that will be you, it’s just a risk we have to take,” she clasps her arms in front of her, “I’m not asking you to decide today, you’ve caught this very early so we’ve got a bit of time to figure things out. Until then I can recommend a therapist who specializes in Hanahaki’s, and there’s some antibiotics I can prescribe you that will help slow the infection.”

“Okay, thank you,” I swallow the lump forming in my throat, “I think maybe I’ll try and talk to him and work it out that way.”

She nodded, “Okay, most patients opt to try that first. We can still get you into surgery later if that doesn’t work out.”

“How late can I opt in?”

“Up until the infection starts spreading, once it’s outside of your lungs the surgery won’t do anything. However, if your feelings were to change at that point or your feelings are requited, there is still a chance you’d be able to pull through,” she began scribbling things onto a notepad, “That’s still far off right now, but this disease it unpredictable, so we’ll need you to come in every week for blood work and xrays. We’ll monitor everything very closely so we’ll know if we start getting close to the point of no return so to speak.”

“Alright, I guess straight to the pharmacy then?”

She nodded, “Good girl, and you call us if you need anything. If things feel like they’re accelerating or you start coughing up a lot straight to the hospital okay?”

I nod, “Okay, thank you.”

“Of course, I’ll see you next week.”

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I took the subway to the pharmacy stuck in an odd state of numbness. Part of me wanted to cry, or scream, but I just didn’t do anything. I’m in shock until the woman behind the pharmacy counter begins speaking to me.

“Alright sweetheart what can I do for you?” “Just getting this filled,” I hand her my prescription with a forced smile.

She takes the paper, squinting at it before frowning, “Oh my…” she types a few things and sighs, “I’ll be right back,” I drum my fingers nervously on the counter while I wait for her to return, finally she does carrying a little white bag, “I know this isn’t totally appropriate but I know they only prescribe this for one thing and…” she trails off for a second, starting to blush, “Well my girlfriend had Hanahaki’s too, and she was really scared, but she ended up telling me how she felt and it was great, she recovered just like that,” she offers me a sympathetic smile, “I know this is hard but you should talk to them, I’m sure whoever they are, they’ll at least want to help.”

It’s sweet of her to say, so I thank her and shove the bag in my purse on my way out. I’m sure Peter would want to help, but he’s with someone else, and they love each other. I don’t get to confess and clear things up and live happily ever after. I have to move on, it’s the only option for me. I’m not getting that surgery and risking never falling in love again. That’s not fair. Just because I fell for the wrong person this time I have to never love again? Or die?

I’m tearing up when I get home, and unfortunately everyone is already over.

Betty beams at me from the couch, “Hey, how’d it go?”

“Good,” my voice shakes a little, “They think it’s just, um, allergies. I’ve got some pills that should start clearing it up.”

She nods, though all of them look a little concerned, “You’re gonna be okay then right?”

I lie through my teeth, “Nothing life threatening.”

“Okay…” she seems to buy it, but I’m sure she’ll end up drilling me on it later, “You wanna join us then?” “Sure, just, uh, give me a second,” I retreat to my bedroom, dumping my purse and jacket before clutching myself tight. I just want to cry, but I have to wait, everyone’s going to know something is wrong if I try to hide out.

I return to the living room after consoluling myself for a minute, taking a seat besides Betty on the couch, “We ordered pizza,” MJ smiles, “I got that veggie one I was telling you about.”

“Hope it’s good,” I bite my cheek, I feel guilty even talking to her.

“It’s amazing, you’re gonna love it,” she insists.

Betty’s eyes bore into me suspiciously, “Are they really sure it’s just allergies?”

I nod, “Of course Betty, I promise I don’t need a lung transplant or something.”

“Are you sure?” she presses, “There was blood.”

“Blood?” MJ raises a brow.

Betty nods, “Yeah, she was coughing up blood last night, that’s why she even went to the doctor. It seemed worse than allergies.”

“My throat was just dry,” I try to explain, “I promise I’m fine, it’s just something in the air right now.”

“Okay,” she lets up, “But if you do need a lung transplant I’ve got you.”

“And maybe if you give (y/n) one of your lungs you two will get some sort of psychic connection,” Ned interjected, “I bet they’d make a tv show about you guys.”

Everyone starts laughing, and for the first time that day I let myself glance up at Peter. He’s so pretty, and so is his laugh, but before I can appreciate either of those things I start coughing. It’s an almost instant reminder that I can’t do that. Something tickles in my throat so I quickly stand up.

“Are you okay?” Peter frowns at me. I nod quickly, “Just need some water,” I cover my mouth with my hand as I struggle to pour myself some water.

I bend over the sink to make sure none of them can see the petal I cough up. I know it must be a begonia. Last finals week was really stressful for me, and in the middle of the week Peter had dragged me away from the cave I was studying in to relax for a while. He took me to this cute little market and bought me some flowers while we were out, begonias.

I shove the petal down the garbage disposal and wash away the blood, I’ll have to figure out what to do when I start coughing up more, full flowers too.

“Are you sure you're good?” Betty questions when I stand back up, I swear she has xray vision or something.

“Yeah, better now,” I take a big swig of my water, “I’ll be good as new in a few days.”

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“Make yourself comfortable,” Dr. Morrison picks a notebook up off her desk. She seems very nice, I just hope she’ll be able to help me work through some of my feelings, “I’m really glad you came here, therapy can be scary, especially in your situation, so coming here is already a step in the right direction.”

“Thanks, I’m still a little nervous, but anything to help.”

She gives one kurt nod and glances down at her notepad, “Absolutely. I’d like to know what your intention is here so I can know how to help you best. Do you intend to get surgery?” I shake my head, “No, I’m not gonna get the surgery. I want to just try and move on.”

“Alright, is this person aware of your feelings?”

I shake my head, “No, he’s with someone else so that isn’t really an option for me.”

She nods, “Okay, can I ask his name?”

“Peter.”

“Peter,” she repeats, scribbling a few things down, “Are you two close?”

“Yeah, he’s my best friend.”

“Is he aware that you're sick?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Why’s that?”

“I know they’d ask who and I don’t know what to tell them yet, and it’s still new. I mean I want to tell them eventually, but I think I still need some time.”

“Of course, you need to process everything first, that’s perfectly reasonable. I do encourage you to tell them though, having a good support system is going to help you feel a lot better, and you can always let them know you just don’t feel comfortable telling them who it is.”

“I will.”

She smiled, “So, what do you like about Peter?”

I blush, “Everything I guess, he’s smart and he’s funny and I always feel really good when I’m with him. I don’t know, we just kind of click.”

“You two spend a lot of time together?”

I nod, “Yeah, we hang out all the time, I probably see him more than my actual roommate.”

“How would you feel about spending less time together?”

“He’s my best friend, why would I do that?”

“Separation is going to help you move on, I’m not saying stop being friends or avoid him, but giving yourself space from him is going to be good for you.”

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I feel like therapy went well, I feel more hopeful when we finish, although I’m definitely tired. She told me the goal is to get me really comfortable with my feelings so I can move on. I decided to set myself a goal afterwards, I want to tell Betty before my next session, a week from today. I can’t hide it from her for too long anyway, we live together after all, and she’s already convinced there’s something more than just allergies going on. I debate even telling her when I get home, but Peter and Ned are in the living room, and I’m still not sure I’m ready.

“Hey,” Peter smiles to me as I walk in, “How was work?” “Fine. I didn’t realize you guys were coming over.”

“Oh yeah, we’re going to the movies. You should come, MJ is gonna meet us there.”

Dr. Morrison said separation is good, and I don’t really want to be their fifth wheel anyway.

“I think I’ll stay home,” I clutch my purse nervously, “Thanks for offering though.”

His lips pulled to a slight frown, “You sure? MJ picked some weird art film, it’d be more fun if you came.”

“Yeah, work was actually pretty tiring and I still have a bit of homework…”

“Okay,” his cheeks just barely dust pink, “Next time then?”

I nod, “Of course, you guys have fun,” I scurried to my room as quick as I could.

I don’t know what exactly made me start crying, I mean I’ve cried every night this week so maybe it’s just the overwhelming feelings again, but I think it was Peter. I don’t want to have to pull away from my best friend, I just wish I loved him the way I was supposed to. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, it just makes me feel gross.

I end up hiding out until they leave, then I return to the kitchen for some hot cocoa and comfort food. I calm down a bit, but I’m still a little teary eyed when I pass out on the couch. I don’t know how long I get to sleep for, but what ends up waking me up is the front door opening. I peer through groggy sleepy eyes, expecting to find Betty, ready to scold me for not going to bed.

What I didn’t expect was Peter.

He bent down beside me and set a hand on my cheek, “Wake up sleepy head, I know this couch isn’t that comfortable.”

“Hey,” I yawn before rolling onto my back, I push my arms up in an attempt to push the sleepiness out of my body, “Where is everyone?”

“Betty is back at mine and Ned’s, I came by just to talk to you, but it can wait,” he smiles and offers me a hand, “Come on bunny, I’ll take you to bed.”

I shake my head, “I’m up, what did you want to talk about?”

He blushes, “Let me help you to bed first.”

“I’m a big girl Peter, I can put myself to bed. What’s on your mind?”

He sits besides me with a sigh, “It wanted to make sure you’re okay, you’ve just seemed a little off this week.”

“It’s just allergies P, I’ll feel better in no time.”

“I don’t think so,” he frowns, “I don’t think allergies forget how to talk to your best friend.”

“I didn't, I just don’t feel very good.”

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me if you’re upset with me or something…”

I laugh, “Peter why would I be upset with you?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just seemed off every time I’ve seen you this week.”

“Well it’s not you Peter, I just don’t feel very good. If I were upset with you I would just tell you.”

“Okay,” he accepts my answer though he doesn’t seem totally satisfied by it. Who am I kidding? It’s Peter, he always knows when something’s up. “You know I’m always here for you right?”

I nod, “I’m here for you too Peter.”

He wraps an arm around my neck and kisses the top of my head, “We could hang out for a little while, play some games or something.”

“I’m still pretty tired, I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” I blush as I stand, “Maybe some other time.”

His smile falls but he nods, “Okay, but it has to be soon. I miss hanging out.”

“Soon,” I agree, “I miss it too.”

He stands and pulls me into a hug, placing another kiss on the top of my head, “I’m sorry about whatever’s going on, you know I love you tons.”

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to burst into tears, to not break down and just tell him the truth. I can’t though, I know I can’t. It’s not his fault he doesn’t love me the way that would fix everything, he loves someone else and I want that for him, even if it makes me jealous, even if it kills me. I just want Peter to be happy.

“I love you too.”

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This morning Betty nearly caught me tossing a petal out the window, making it very clear that I’ll have to tell her soon. I’d much rather tell her than have her just find out, I just don’t know how. I think I should just sit her down and tell her, but I just want to sugar coat it somehow, make it seem better than it is. I’m trying to figure out some way to do that when I get called up to the pharmacy counter. I barely even realize I know the girl behind the counter this time. Adeline, MJ’s roommate.

“Oh hey,” she smiles to me, “Are you okay with me filling your prescription? I can totally grab someone else.”

I know she’ll know if I let her fill the prescription, it’s a little scary, but there’s enough separation between us that it feels okay, like a warm up.

“I don’t mind,” I smile back, “Just don’t tell everyone about the pills I’m popping.”

She laughs, “I’ll keep it to myself,” she turns to her computer, typing away before squinting at the screen, then it seems to hit her, “(y/n)...” she turns to me with a frown, “Do you?...”

I nod, “Yeah, but like I said, don’t tell anyone.”

“Of course,” she pursed her lips, “I’ll be right back.”

It was worse than I thought, Adeline and I aren’t super close, we get along, but we never hang out outside of group get togethers or parties. I didn’t expect her to look so upset or concerned, I thought she’d just tell me she was sorry, that she hoped I got better. It makes me scared of how everyone else is going to react.

“Here you go,” she frowned as she passed the little white bag to me, “You haven’t told anyone?”

I shake my head, “Not yet.”

“Really? Not even Betty, o-or Peter?”

“No one, I’m going to, just kind of figuring out how.”

She nods, “Yeah, I can’t imagine. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m gonna get better, it’s just a little scary for now.”

“Of course,” she smiles, but it’s one of those sad smiles I have a hard time looking at, “I, um, if there’s anything I can do just let me know. I could help you tell everyone,” she blushed suddenly, “When you’re ready of course. Just, uh, maybe it’d be easier to get it out of the way all at once you know?”

“Thank you.” It’s not a bad idea actually, maybe it would be easier than telling everyone individually. Then I just have to explain it once and answer all the questions once. I don’t have to answer all the questions over and over. It might balance out the reactions too. “That might be nicer actually, and you could probably help explain the medical stuff a bit more.”

She nodded, “Yeah, definitely, I mean do it however you need to, but if I can help in any way just let me know.”

“Thanks Adeline, I’ll think about it,” I give her an awkward little wave as I walk away.

I start making a pros and cons list in mind, weighing both of my options to try and figure out the best way to go about this, of course my thoughts are then interrupted by a phone call. Peter.

He’s been trying to get together, and this time I really have been avoiding him, following the advice of my therapist. I don’t know if it’s helping, I think about him just as much, the thoughts are just sadder now, but it’s what I have to do. My therapist knows how to get me better, and I have to get better or I’ll never get to see him, or anyone. It would be so much easier if I could just tell him that, I hate lying to him.

“Hello?”

“Hey bunny,” he sounds chipper as ever, “How are you?”

“Good, how are you?”

“Well I’m okay right now, but I would be a thousand times better if you came over and helped me study?”

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” I glance around me, trying to think of something, “I have to go grocery shopping.”

“How about I come help you then?”

“I thought you needed to study?”

“I do but,” he pauses for a minute, “I know you said you aren’t avoiding me, but you know it went from not talking as much to suddenly we haven’t even seen each other in days.”

“Well why do we need to hang out all the time anyway? Just go hang out with MJ.”

I don’t mean to sound as angry as I do, I’m just so frustrated. It’s not easy keeping this all to myself.

He stays quiet and then sighs. “You’ve been acting weird since you went to the doctor, I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on. I’m worried about you.”

“Nothing’s going on Peter,” I frown and wrap an arm around myself, “I’m just busy today alright?”

“You’re busy everyday.”

“I’m not, I’m just busy right now…” I sigh and hang up, I just don’t really know what to say to him.

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After my awkward phone call with Peter I decided it would be best for me to tell everyone at once. I just need to get it out of the way, rip the bandaid off. So I texted Adeline, and she proposed that she and MJ would have everyone at their place to hang out today. She said it was gonna just be dinner and some party games, and everyone agreed to go. I told Betty and Ned I’d meet them there so I’d have a bit of alone time to get ready. I wanted just a bit alone just to prepare what I’m going to say and everything, I want this to go well. I want to walk into therapy tomorrow and tell her all about how I told my friends and I have this amazing support system.

A coughing fit interrupts my attempt to hype myself up in the mirror, it’s much more violent than they have been. The petals tickle a bit, and there’s usually a bit of blood, but it’s never like this. As a bit of blood splatters in the sink I hear what I assume is Betty coming back to retrieve some forgotten item. I kick the bathroom door closed and hope she just ignores me. Instead the door almost instantly starts creaking open.

“I’m fine!” I lean over the sink, trying to cover it with my hair, “Just give me a second!” I choke on my words.

The hand that’s set on my back is distinctly not Betty’s, “Jesus Christ are yo-” Peter stops mid sentence, just as the full flower falls out of my mouth, followed by a streak of blood. The full ones are much harder to cough up than the petals.

“I’m fine,” I quickly try to think of someway to explain this, “That was just in my hai-”

He seizes my wrist as I attempt to turn on the sink and wash away the evidence, “Did you cough up that flower?”

I flush, “Did you break into my house?”

“Betty gave me her keys so I could pick you up and figure out why you’ve been avoiding me! Now tell me what the hell is going on!” he demanded in the most concerned, Peter-like way he possibly could.

I take a deep breath, glancing at the mess in the sink before I finally answer, “I have Hanahaki’s disease.”

His eyes dart between me and the sink, seeming to debate his next words carefully, “How long have you known?”

“About two weeks.”

“Were you even going to tell me?”

I nodded, “I was going to tell everyone tonight.”

He dropped my wrist and pushed a hand through his hair, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes, “W-Well it’s not that bad right? I mean there’s surgery, a-and I’m sure if you just talk to him he probably feels the same way.”

“He’s with someone else Peter, he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t also love you.” When I finally did meet his eyes they were glossy, and his cheeks were red.

“He doesn’t Peter, I just have to move on.”

“I’m sure he does, just tell me who and we ca-”

“I’m not telling you who he is. This isn’t his fault and I don’t want anyone to blame him or make him feel bad about it.”

“It is his fault!” he snapped before sighing, “Okay fine, you don’t want to talk to him, but there’s still surgery right? I know surgery is scary but this one’s pretty safe isn’t it?”

I nod, “It is, but there’s the risk of me not being able to love anyone again, so I’m not getting the surgery.”

“What?”

“I’m not getting the surgery, I’m just going to have to move on.”

“Okay but if that doesn’t work you’re going to get the surgery right?”

My cheeks dust pink as I shake my head, “No.”

His jaw is locked, his whole body tense, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that angry. “You have to get it.”

“I’m not getting the surgery Peter, but you don’t need to worry about me, I’m gonna move on and get better.”

“Are you kidding me?!” he snaps, “Telling me you’ll get better isn’t good enough! I understand if you want to try and move on first, but if that doesn’t work then you’re getting that surgery.”

“I’m not getting it at all Peter.”

“So you’re just going to die?!” his bottom lip started quivering, it startled me, I didn’t expect anyone to cry, “I’m not going to lose you just because some asshole doesn’t love you back! It’s not fair and I’m not letting it happen!”

“It’s not your choice Peter,” I hug myself because I have no idea what else to do, “Nothing is going to happen to me, I’ll be able to move on and I’ll be just fine. But, if for some reason that doesn’t happen, I really need you to respect my decision on this.”

A couple tears fell down his cheeks and he shook his head, “You cannot ask me to just sit back and watch you die.”

“I’m not, Peter I am going to be fine. I’m on medication that helps slow it down, and I’m seeing a therapist who specializes in Hanahaki’s, she’ll help me move on and I’ll be okay.”

“That isn’t good enough. There’s no guarantee you get better that way and that isn’t good enough for me.”

“I’m sorry Peter, but I can’t give you any other answers. I’m not getting the surgery, even if that kills me. I know that isn’t what you want to hear, and I’m so sorry, but that’s all I can give you.”

A few more tears escape and he pulls me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and went to my waist. We stay that way for a second, he rests his head atop mine while I wonder what to do. I don’t really know how to make him feel better, I don’t even know if I can.

Peter is the one to finally break the silence. “Who is he?”

“It’s not important Peter.” “Yes it is! You think he’s worth dying over!” his voice cracks and I pull away. It’s really hard to see him cry, and I can feel my own eyes starting to sting at the sight. “You won’t even reconsider it for your best friend so I wanna know what’s so fucking great about him.”

I start crying while I realize I can’t ever tell anyone it’s him. I can’t risk Peter finding out, I don’t ever want to put that on him. “It’s not about who he is Peter, I just don’t want to risk never falling in love with anyone ever again. I know some people are okay with that, but I’m not, love is important to me and I don’t think I’d ever be totally happy knowing I couldn’t have that. None of this is on him, he’s a really great guy, I love him a lot and I know you would to. I don’t want anyone to blame him or be upset with him or anything.”

“Well I hate him,” he snapped, “And it doesn’t matter what you say about him. My mind is made up and I think he’s a dick.”

“You can feel however you need Peter, but he’s a good person, the best I know,” I wiped his eyes, “Can you please keep this just between us for me? I really need to tell everyone on my own terms.”

“I won’t say anything,” he promised before pulling me to him again, “Do you think we could just ditch tonight? I really want to talk, just us, and I want to know what’s going on. I need to be able to help however I can.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I can make something up.”

He nuzzled his nose against the top of my head before pressing a kiss to the same spot, “Thank you.”

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I ended up texting Adeline, who assured me she’d cover for us so we didn’t have to stress out about it. Peter watched my every move while I washed the blood out of the sink and threw the flower out of my bedroom window. Luck for me, he didn’t notice what kind of flower it was, or at least he didn’t comment on it. Actually he just sat on the edge of my bed, honestly I think he was just too caught up in his own thoughts to actually process what was going on.

“So, did you have some questions?” I asked as I closed my window and took a seat besides him. He nodded, “Yeah, a few. Do you have some kind of timeline of how it’s going to progress?”

“Well the medicine I’m taking will slow everything down, right now it seems like mine is slow moving and my doctor thinks I’ll have a few months, but it’s really unpredictable. Things could get worse very quickly, but she said that’s pretty unlikely in my case. The coughing will get worse and there will be a lot more flowers and blood, but physically I’ll be pretty okay until the end. As for healing, I have until pretty much the last moments for my feelings to be reciprocated or to move on.”

“What about the surgery?”

“They’re able to perform it until the infection moves outside of my lungs. If I get to that point they’ll hospitalize me, but it won’t get to that point.”

“How long would you have if it did?”

“A few days max, I mean they’ll do everything they can to keep me going as long as possible, but there isn’t much they can do at that point.”

He clenched his hands and gave one stiff nod, “You said your therapist specializes in this?”

“Yeah, and she’s really great, she’s going to help me move on and sort out my feelings and all that. She does a lot of work with patients and their families, and she’s got a really good reputation. I really like her so far.”

“Do you think it’s helping so far?” “Well I’ve only gone once so far, but I feel like I can do this. You can look her up if you want, her name is Raina Morrison.”

“I will,” he assured before taking my hands in his, “Are you going to see her again soon?”

“Yeah, tomorrow actually. That’s why I wanted to tell everyone tonight.” He blushed, “I mean it’s still good you told someone right?”

I nodded, “I think so. It was just a little more overwhelming than I thought it would be.”

I’m a little nervous about seeing her now, I’m worried that telling Peter wasn’t good. She told me separation was a good thing, that it will help me move on, I’m worried I won’t be able to do that now. Peter’s really protective, he cares a lot about everyone, I really love that about him, and I don’t know if I have the heart to tell him that we can’t spend time together. I don’t even know what explanation to give him now.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have freaked out on you like that. I’m sure it’s not good for you.”

“It’s okay, having you guys know will be better for me, I need to have my friends support in this, it’ll make everything easier.”

“Maybe we can just love you enough that he won’t matter anymore,” the smile he gives is weak and forced, he still looks like he might cry again.

I don’t know what to say to make him feel better. I know he loves me plenty, it’s just not the right kind of love.

“Thank you Peter,” I just ended up hugging him again.

He held me tight against his chest, “If you wanted I could help you talk to everyone, even if you end up doing it one on one. Maybe it would be easier to have me there.”

“It’d be nice to have you there,” I pulled away to keep from crying again, “You, uh, you’ll get it now if I’m a little evasive right?”

A look of confusion overcame his face, “No. What reason could you possibly have to avoid me now?” his bottom lip started quivering again, “You might not… No, I won’t get it, we should be spending every second together that we can.”

“I need alone time to process my feelings, that’s how I’ll get better.”

“Then I won’t say anything!” his cheeks had flushed again in an instant, “I can sit there and be quiet and do nothing, but I need to be there for you. I need to spend as much time with you as I can…”

“Peter you don’t need to start savoring your time with me or make all these precious memories or anything like that. I’m gonna get better,” I squeezed his hands tight and smiled to him, “And it would help a lot if you believed that too, because right now it kind of seems like you’ve already decided I’m going to die.”

“I do believe that, I know you’ll get better,” he sighed, “B-But what if something happens? What if you’re all alone and you just need someone? I should be here, I want to be here.”

How was I ever supposed to argue with that? I can’t tell him he can’t be here for me, I don’t want to tell him he can’t.

“Maybe we should watch a movie or something before we start crying again?”

He nodded and cleared his throat, “Good idea. Maybe something funny?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

We threw on some supposedly funny movie, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I don’t know if Peter was, but he seemed out of it too. We just sort of stared at the screen until everyone came back to my place. I had to get up from where I was laying with Peter and pretend I had food poisoning as Adeline told them. Really I just wanted to go to bed, the day had been extremely draining.

“Hey guys,” I smiled at them, doing my best to look sickly.

Betty smiled sympathetically to me, “Hey, you feeling any better?”

I nod, “Yeah, I threw up a bit but I think I can just sleep it off. Don’t worry, Peter has babied me plenty.”

“Well between that and the cough I think you need a little babying,” she wiggled a small container at me, “I brought you left overs for when you feel better.”

“I brought some for you too,” MJ added, flashing Peter a smile, “There in the car.”

“Thanks,” his cheeks dusted pink and I just prayed he wouldn’t give anything away, “I think I’m gonna stay with (y/n) tonight though, just in case she gets worse.”

“I’m sure she’s had enough of you hovering for one night Peter,” her smile dropped almost instantly, “I thought we were hanging out.”

I wonder if they’ve been fighting or something. A wave of guilt washes over me for avoiding Peter, for not asking if there was something he needed to talk about too.

“We were together last night,” he frowned at her, “You know (y/n) and I haven’t hung out in awhile, and she’s sick, I should stay with her.”

“You two hung out all night and I’m sure her best friend and roommate is more than capable of making sure she doesn’t die in the middle of the night.”

Peter’s jaw clenches and I interject in the fear they may start arguing if I don’t, “Yeah, I mean thank you for taking care of me, but I’ll be fine. I’m probably just going to go to bed anyway, you should go hang out with MJ.”

His cheeks dusted pink and he nodded, “O-Okay, just as long as you're good…”

“I’m good,” I assured, “It’s been a long night, I really just want to get some sleep.”

MJ smiled, “See? You’re driving her crazy, just let the girl get some sleep.”

“I’m just taking care of her,” he snapped.

We were all quiet, Peter and MJ are always so mellow. I mean they act like they’ve been married for forty years, they don’t really fight. As long as I’ve known them they’ve just been…

Stagnant I guess.

“Well she just said she doesn’t need to be taken care of so no need to smother her, right (y/n)?”

I just nod, “Yeah, I’m good. Peter go hang out with girlfriend, I don’t need to be babysat.”

He frowned, a small huff left his lips before he nodded, “Sure, whatever, let’s just go,” he gave me an awkward sort of side hug and called, “Text me!” before leaving with MJ, both seeming annoyed with the other.

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