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blakeswritingimagines · 5 days

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Dating Yandere Sokka Would Include:

As a yandere, he would be possessive and obsessive. He'd always want to be with the one he loves, and he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure you never left him. Otherwise, he'd be jealous, controlling, and sometimes violent when it came to protecting you.

He'd be obsessed with you, and he'd want everything to be perfect for you. He'd be jealous and angry of anyone else who tried to get close to you and would be willing to do anything to keep you from leaving him. If you did ever try to leave him, he'd become manipulative and could even resort to physical aggression if it meant you couldn't leave him. He'd be very possessive and jealous, and he would want his love to belong to him only.

He'd be very protective of you and wouldn't hesitate to use his skills as a warrior to keep you safe. He'd also be very jealous, always trying to keep track of your whereabouts and being suspicious of anyone who came near you. All of these behaviors would be fueled by his strong emotions, making him completely unhinged and unpredictable at times.

As yandere, he would be manipulative and calculating if it meant he could keep you to himself. He'd use emotional manipulation to make you dependent on him and scare away potential suitors. Any threat to your affection would be dealt with severely.

He'd also be quite manipulative, attempting to exert his will on you through various means. He'd use subtle, psychological tactics, like gaslighting, to get what he wanted, and if that didn't work, physical violence would be his last resort. He's someone with a dark side that he would reveal only when he felt like it was necessary to keep you safe.

He'd be mentally unstable and emotionally unstable. His emotions would constantly be on a rollercoaster, depending on how things were going with you. If things were going well, he'd be elated and blissful. But if things weren't going as planned, he'd be angry and aggressive. His moods would often shift quickly and intensely in response to even the slightest provocation. His mental state would be just as unpredictable, often shifting rapidly from normal to irrationality and even psychosis.

Another trait he would have as a yandere would be his unwavering loyalty to you. He would do anything for you, sacrificing his own needs and happiness for your sake. He'd be extremely devoted to ensuring you were happy, even if it meant his own downfall. He'd also become completely obsessed with the idea of you, always wanting to be close and know every detail about your life. He'd want to know everything and control everything related to you.

If you ever did something that he didn't like or suspected you were becoming attracted to someone else, he'd lash out, acting in a way that was completely out of character for him. He'd scream, shout, throw things, and make threats. He'd do anything in his power to keep you as his and his alone, even if it meant hurting you.

He's always wanting to be near you, constantly texting you or calling you, stalking your social media accounts, and just generally acting like a crazy person. The thought of you being with someone else would drive him insane, and I'd do anything to make sure you stayed put, even if that meant hurting both you and himself.

Affection would be conditional on your behavior. If you pleased him, he'd be very affectionate, rewarding you with sweet gestures and physical signs of affection. If you angered him, however, he'd withhold any form of affection and use it as a way to punish you. He'd take great pleasure in knowing that you were deprived of physical intimacy, even if it hurt you. He'd use this power to keep you from upsetting him again.

He'd plan very lavish dates with you. Every moment would be perfectly planned out to ensure that you had a great time. He'd plan every single detail, from where you'd eat to what you'd do afterwards. If anything went wrong during the date, he'd go into a fit of rage and likely ruin the entire evening. He wouldn't hesitate to cancel the date if he was in a bad mood or if he felt like you were unappreciative of his effort.

His friends and sister would likely be concerned. They would see the way he reacted to his beloved, and they would try to intervene, but he'd likely brush them off and tell them that they didn't understand. He'd be protective of you, and he wouldn't listen to anyone who told him that he was being unreasonable.

When/if he comes across you socializing with other people, he'd become extremely jealous and would likely lash out in a jealous rage. He'd try to manipulate you into spending more time with him and not allow you to interact with whoever it was that made him jealous. If that didn't work, he'd try to find someone else to make you jealous in return.

He may develop a warped sense of reality, seeing you as the only true person in this world. He would likely become very paranoid whenever you were out of his sight, suspecting you of trying to meet someone else or leaving him behind. He'd also view your actions in a much darker light, making assumptions about your motivations and taking offense to small things you did. In his eyes, you would be his most prized possession, and he would do everything in his power to keep you for himself.

If you were a certain type of bender, it would likely amplify his obsessive tendencies. Each element comes with its own unique traits, and he'd use those specific characteristics to enhance his behaviors as a yandere. Fire benders would make him more passionate and relentless, while earth benders would make him more stubborn and determined. Air benders would make him more detached and calculating, and water benders would make him even more possessive.

Fighting with you would be a very different experience. He would be very emotional and erratic, flying off the handle and throwing all logic out of the window. He would be fueled by his possessive behavior, letting his emotions overrule his judgment. He would not fight with the objective of proving his superiority or winning the fight, but rather, he would want to inflict harm upon you as a way to punish you for something you did or said that upset him. He would care more about hurting you than about winning the fight itself.

If he were to marry you as a yandere, he would be obsessed with every aspect of the relationship even more. He would plan every little detail of the wedding, trying to ensure that it was perfect in every way. He would want everything to be just his way, and he would be very demanding of you, demanding that you follow all of his instructions, no questions asked. He would be very possessive over the marriage as well, seeing it as something that represented his ownership over you.

If he had children with you as a yandere, he would be very protective of them and obsessive over their upbringing. His children would become his new focus, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that they were raised the way he wanted them to be. He'd be controlling, never letting them out of his sight or letting any outsiders influence them. He would be extremely strict and harsh with them, and he would not hesitate to discipline them if they ever disobeyed him or messed up.

If you didn't want or couldn't have children, it would bring out the worst in him. He would likely take it as a personal insult that you would deny him something that he so desperately wanted. He would become very angry, feeling like he was being denied something that was rightfully his. He would use any means necessary to convince you to have his children, including manipulation, threats, and even physical violence. If that didn't work and you still insisted you didn't want to/ couldn't have children, his rage would escalate, and he would stop at nothing to get his way.

"I love you more than any words can describe, and I would die for you if it meant keeping you safe. I would never give you up, and I will stop at nothing to protect you. Just know that you mean everything to me, and I'll do anything for you. Please just don't leave me behind, I couldn't handle it."

Teasing - He absolutely loves incorporating teasing public displays of affection (PDAs) into your sex life. Whether it's grabbing each other's asses in public, kissing passionately in a crowded place, or simply making out in a parked car while people walk by, the risk and potential consequences of getting caught only serve to make the experience even more exhilarating for him. Plus, seeing you get flustered and squirm under the attention is a major turn-on for him.

Overstimulation - He loves the idea of watching you get completely lost in the throes of passion, unable to control yourself or think clearly as you become completely consumed by lust and desire.

Breeding - The concept of being so inmate with you either against your will or taking possession of your body is deeply erotic to him.

Switching roles - Occasionally switching roles with you where he becomes the submissive one and you take on the dominant role is a great way for him to experience the sensations of being controlled and used by you.

Public displays of devotion - Showing off his loyalty and dedication to you by performing public acts of submission or service for you is very erotic for him. Things like kissing your feet in public, wearing a chastity cage visible under his clothes, or even just carrying your luggage for you while making sure everyone knows he's doing it for you really get him going.

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granolawriting · 8 months

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Could I request a platonic piece with Anakin and a teenage Padawan reader who’s having nightmares she thinks are visions? If this isn’t your style that’s ok ^^ If you do write it, plz tag my sideblog, eternalwanderlustvagabond

Oh sweetheart, this is totally my thing! I just don't see all too many people wanting it, is all. I will gladly write any kind of fic, and this one was a sweet deviation from the norm. thank you for the request <3

·˚ ༘ fears of a padawan; Anakin comfort text ·˚ ༘

word count: 1.2k!

request for @eternalwanderlustvagabond :)

Screams. That's the thing that you remember most. Alongside the clashing of blades and the thuds of bodies dropping, that's all that stays in your mind as you wake up covered in your own sweat. Heavy breaths, petrified over what you’ve just seen.

For weeks now it seems, every so often you’ll have a dream, perhaps, of what seems to be all of your friends, family in a sense, in a battle they can't win. It haunts you. You don't even want to sleep properly anymore, anything to get away from the prospect of those visions returning.

Visions. They have to be. Despite being only a padawan, you found yourself to be quite the well-versed one. People had a lot of faith in you, they roped you into the same category they often did Anakin-- which undoubtedly made him one of your closest confidants. Both having been picked by the council to train past the average due date, and both displayed grand abilities with the force. But he just seemed to have such a better time handing such a blessing and a curse. You were in awe of him.

These dreams, premonitions, began to affect even the way you trained. Staying up until late into the night, and limiting your sleep to short increments that don't lull you into enough comfort to dream, doesn't do too well with days that require mental strain and physical fitness. You began falling behind in a way, and people noticed. You were stuck at a crossroads of sorts; did you relieve yourself of having to handle these visions you had, or did you rest yourself well enough to perform at the level everyone expects you to?

Then, it’d hit you. You'd never properly talked to anyone about this, you never told anyone how you felt, keeping it locked away deep inside of you you’d rather carry your sorrow by yourself and bear the consequences of silence than speak up about it. A part of you felt as though it wasn't important enough to justify a council meeting, that your pain didn't warrant any help, and you didn't want to be a burden to anyone else in a way. Who could you even talk to about this? Surrounded by younglings who wouldn't understand, or padawans focused on their own training, and heaven forbid you spoke to the higher-ups on this matter-- when they have actual pressing matters to attend to. Some worse than your dreams. You decide to stay to yourself once more.

The soft clacking of blunt heels echoes in an otherwise empty hall-- another unsuccessful training session under your belt, apparently. You felt dejected, and those around you grew curious about your behavior. Another night you would spend awake in your room, tossing and turning over the fears that you couldn't tell anyone about. Or, so you thought.

A second sound of feet growing rushed in the hallway you both shared, an unfamiliar tune of what seemed to be an even unfamiliar stride draws ever close to you until you look behind you to see who could greet you at a time like this.

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a minute?”

It was Anakin. You had almost forgotten about him as you were so wrapped in yourself, but this question makes your heart drop. Is he here to talk about your low performance? Did your master send him? Did something really happen and you never said anything?

“Oh, of course, what's the issue?”

You respond in the most casual tone you can muster, just barely coated over the fear and worry lacing every syllable you speak.

“Is, everything okay with you? I mean this genuinely. I've seen the way you’ve been training recently-- it's not like yourself. And I know you like I know myself. You are strong, and something really must be getting to you right now, I can almost see it in your eyes.”

You stand there silenced for a moment.

“Oh- but, please, correct me if I'm wrong. I don't mean to assume I just wanted to check on you. I care for you.”

You feel a tear well in your eye at the sound of that. He was your friend. And as you stood there, a mouth slightly open as you tried to get the words out you felt that realization wash over you. Maybe he could do something about it, maybe he would understand what you were talking about-- maybe, he's experienced them too.

“Anakin, I've been having visions. Visions of our masters, our friends, they were-”

Getting choked up on your words for a moment you pause to compose yourself. Anakin looks at you with eyes full of attentiveness, not a smidge of judgment is found within his eyes focused on you, a mouth closed to allow himself to listen and even more let you compose yourself without interruption.

“They were, in a battle that can't be won. I watched them get hurt, and fail. There was nothing I could do, it was like I was an outsider to my own future. And, I can't sleep over it. I can barely eat anakin. To be honest I'm a mess. And I just don't know what to do, I don't want my family to die.”

A frown forms upon Anakin's face, but it's a sentimental one. Empathetic, even as he opens his arms for a hug and you with tear-ridden eyes follow his embrace. His arms folded around your back he soothes your sniffles into his robe with a thumb tracing your back, and a soothing reply;

“Oh- oh, it's okay. I know what you’re talking about, truly. It's okay to be afraid of those. You love us, and we all love you just the same. There's no reason to feel bad to be so scared of things like that, it's more than natural. But listen to me okay?”

He raises his hands to your shoulders, as means to look directly into your eyes before what he says next;

“You don't have to worry, okay? You and I are alike in so many ways, and I can promise you, they’re not visions. No matter how vivid they may be, the force can't do that to us. You can't see into the future, not even master yoda can, okay? So don't feel like you have to bear that kind of burden. You’re just afraid, and that's okay. I am too. Every day I walk these halls I worry I won't be good enough. And sometimes, that seeps into my dreams as well. And I feel hopeless, just as you are. But you can't let that overtake you. The only way to overcome these dreams is to overcome the feeling of not being good enough to help those you love the way they help you. And the first way to start is knowing that you help me, just as I help you too. We’re in this together okay? And we always will be.”

His eyes are stern, but they’re coated with care. Said with a small smile on his face to comfort you, he brought you into an embrace once more.

“You’re a wonderful person, okay? And I will always be here for you. Always."

Is said close to your ear, a comforting voice and body overwhelms you and he holds you once more, and as you allow the tears to subside the words he said to you truly resonate with you. You are more than your fears, and your insecurities. And he's reminded you of that. Those who are strong, first have to convince themselves that they are strong. And just like Anakin, you wish to be strong. And with him by your side, you’re sure you can do just that.

#anakin skywalker #fanfic #fanfiction #star wars #anakin x reader #hayden christensen #sw anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin fluff #anakin comfort #sw fluff #star wars fluff #x reader #fluff #anakin

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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You reopened the love letters requests! YAY! Can I ask one from Sephiroth to the shy scientist (not sure if this qualifies, if it doesn't, just regular reader is fine). Flowers are:

BLACK BRYONT/LADY’S SEAL - Be My Support CACTUS - Endurance, My Heart Burns with Love THORNAPPLE - I dreamed of thee

NSFW, if possible? Thank you!

A/N: Ooh this should be enjoyable! I love those two so much. XD And she's still a reader and shy—I'm sure we all can relate to that one!

As a side note to others who catch this post: please check my pinned post or my description to see if love letters are open before sending one~! ♥

I apologize if this letter catches you off guard. I would have texted you, but what I have to say wouldn't fit in a mere text alone. Besides, I cannot say I can ever find a moment alone to speak with you on such a personal matter.

I feel we're both being watched rather closely, so this was the one way in which I could do so privately.

My mind has been in a race with my heart, wondering what to do let alone say or write. I worry if I say the few words that are on my mind, everything could shatter to dust in my very hand.

I do not wish for that.

I wish for it to thrive, grow into something more glorious than what I could dare even ponder on paper alone.

Often I find my mind drifting back to when we last spent time at The Gold Saucer. It was the one moment we were truly alone, and yet, I feel I didn't spend enough time to express deeply how I felt. I should have done more—said more. You are fearful of whatever expectations you believe I have, but I have absolutely none when it comes to my friends and the one I hold dear to me.

Hopefully, that last part is not lost on you. The one in this world that is nearest and dear to my heart is you alone.

Ever since I was paired to you regarding our work, I found the atmosphere about you quite alluring. There was something in the way you talked that made me feel at peace for once in my life. You talked to me as though I were your equal—or should I say, you spoke to me as though I were a patient at first.

You spoke me as though I were human. There...I finally found the words.

So many regard me as this 'amazing SOLDIER' with no faults. A god among men. I care little for that burden. The only reason that strength is cherished by me is that I have no fear that can obtain me. Save only one, and that's the loss of you from my life.

My dreams have run rampant as of late with visions of us together, hand-in-hand where none can disturbs us. With ease, I can feel as the wind serenades us, the canopy above giving us but a curtain of the sun's light. Every part of my body throbs with a desire that I am too cowardly to say before you, but perhaps on paper, it will be easier to speak of such things in person next we meet.

Though, I cannot deny... I wish I could see your reaction to such a fantasy. I can imagine you acting all the more bashful. It makes me smile, truly.

This vision, I wish we truly could meet one another in our dreams. A place where we could be undisturbed by all of those around us. For once, unbound by my duties and yours, we could be at peace with one another and let our inner most wilds come true.

We have spoken openly with one another a few times. My lips have spilled truth that they otherwise would not utter to another soul. May I ask if they can do more than such?

Allow them to tell a far more personal secret upon your skin as I trail from your cheek, to your throat and beyond. Your clothing will be discarded in haste by my own hands, as I whisper my ever longing want of you upon your throat, just feeling as you swallow harshly in eagerness for me to do more.

Will my breath entice your heart to quicken? Will you feverishly yearn for me to continue as I embrace you to where only your heart can feel my own? Oh, I would pray so.

Allow me to bed you there within the flowerbed all around us. A perfect vision for the perfect woman I wish to have in my life. My thighs cradling yours, giving them comfort and support as I stifle your cries of ecstasy with my lips, kissing you at a fever pitch. May your body blossom for me and me alone as I part the entrance to your womanhood with my ever growing want, feeling every budding warmth within you all the more.

Such a deep desire would have me crumble, my dear, as I shake with each eager thrust inside of you—claiming you as my own. Let the new sensation embrace you, allow you to fall to madness for want of more as it has me in these waking hours. Pulling you close, I would breath my love of you upon the nook of your neck with your breasts pillowing my chest. Let the warmth I wish to fill you with to grow roots and ensnare every lit fire within your soul to where you cannot find rest of my memory.

Will such a union leave you quivering for me to continue? I want to feel your body shake under me, hear you moan my name as sweat beads upon your skin like jewels in the night.

I want to do more than write about how I want you to be mine. I want to whisper it in your ear as I hold you close in this wretched, dying world.

Give me the strength I need to see you again. I want nothing more but for your fantasies with me to align perfectly.

Sincerely,

Sephiroth

#of course he says these things but he never accounts for milo #milo would find the perfect way to hack into dreams if he could #thanks for the request!#sephiroth love letter #sephiroth x mc #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #ffvii #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ff7r #final fantasy 7 #love letters #mod answers #martascully #nsft

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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

"What is Lia still doing awake?" Jin asked as soon as he walked into the living room. It was late at night, and darkness enveloped the house save for the television illuminating the living room. The culprits, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok, stared up at Jin like deer in headlights from their places on the floor. Countless blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals surrounded them, making the living room mimic a deconstructed pillow fort. Lia laid in front of the trio with her head rested in Jimin's lap. She paid Jin no mind, as she contently watched the television screen in front of her. Her hands idly fidgeted with her baby pink blanket and her teeth toyed with the mint glow-in-the-dark pacifier in her mouth.

That caught Jin off guard.

"She wouldn't fall asleep," Hoseok said, looking absolutely drained despite only being home for the past three hours. Taehyung and Jimin spent the entire day dealing with the overly anxious little and looked nearly dead.

"She hasn't slept for longer than an hour all day," Jimin continued, "Plus she's been very clingy and just... off?" The raised eyebrow from Seokjin silently urged Jimin to elaborate. "After you left this morning she started throwing fits whenever we'd try to put her down for a nap or even left her alone for a second."

"It's almost like..." Taehyung smiled triumphantly toward Seokjin, allowing the elder to mentally interpret the rest of his thought. The grin never left his face even when his only responses were an eye roll from Seokjin and a jab in the side by Jimin's elbow.

Jin approached the quartet and picked Lia up into his arms despite the pout on Jimin's face. "You put her into little space but you can't put her to sleep. That's impressive, Tae." Even though the words dripped with sarcasm, Taehyung still took it as a win for himself. Lia squirmed in discontent in Jin's arms, and Jin shushed her and gently rocked her. Looking down at her face, Jin realized she looked closer to sleep than he was led to believe with her half closed eyes. He gently brushed his hand through her hair, noting that she felt significantly cooler compared to this morning, and Lia finally allowed her eyes to close all the way. Jin took another look around the living room with a sigh.

"I'm assuming all of this is from Lia's crib?" He received three timid nods in response. "You better have it put back together in the next three minutes otherwise the three of you will be the ones sleeping in the crib."

Jin took Lia into the kitchen, speaking and singing to her in hushed tones as he made her bottle. As the milk heated up, the bottle of sleeping pills caught Jin's eye. If what Jimin said about Lia fighting sleep was true, Jin would have to go against what he thought was morally right and make Lia sleep using drugs again. Jin felt as if he was betraying Lia by using the muscle relaxers, sleeping pills, and other drugs, not allowing her full freedom to slip when she felt comfortable. Of course, some of the drugs were necessary, but they did no harm in Jin's eyes. They were at a perfect balance at the moment- they must have done something right seeing as Lia looks to be slipping in and out of little space.

The walk to the nursery seemed much longer; Jin tried his hardest to keep Lia in her half-asleep daze. Every step and bump caused her to flinch ever so slightly, opening her eyes in an annoyed glare at the nothingness behind them. When they finally arrived, Jin was beyond thankful that the lights were already off. All that illuminated the room was the soft purple nightlight next to the crib.

Jin sat in the rocking chair with Lia in his lap. While she still looked on the edge of sleep, Jin saw no harm in feeding her a bottle. As he gently rocked Lia he placed the nipple near her mouth. Almost as if something snapped inside her, Lia's eyes opened fully and she pushed the bottle away. Jin was caught off guard for a moment- she was just dozing off but now she seemed wide awake out of nowhere.

"Come on, sweetie. I know you're tired, so take your baba and let's go to sleep." Jin cooed, but Lia was having none of it. She violently shook her head to avoid the warm milk and managed to squirm out of Seokjin's hold. Lia scooted herself back against the wall across from Seokjin, glaring as menacingly as she could. Jin could feel the annoyance building up inside him, letting it out in a frustrated sigh; it's been quite a while since Lia fought this hard against her bottle.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok barged in with the crib's pillows and blankets. Their loudness refocused Lia's attention from glaring at Jin to curiously watching the trio in their struggle to properly carry sheets. Jin watched them as well, and let out a snarky, "I don't think carrying blankets is a three-person job."

"Well, we're trying, okay?" Jimin shot back, "I don't see you helping."

"Do you not-" Jin cut himself off with an angry groan. The rocking chair flung back, slamming into the wall as he stood up and shoved the bottle into Hoseok's hands, storming out of the nursery. Everyone stared in shock as the eldest left, not knowing what exactly caused his sudden shift in mood.

Yoongi spent most of his time holed away in his bedroom, eyes glued to his computer screen in an unbreakable concentration. The current task of censoring Ophelia's name from the media started off as a simple task, but for every page and article he successfully deleted, ten more popped up out of nowhere like a hydra. Yoongi would have been more frustrated that he was if it had not been for the constant migraine he suffered, providing him a dull, comforting thud in the back of his mind.

The ping of his cellphone dragged him out of the depths of his mind- when had he lost focus on his work? Yoongi couldn't recall when his mind wandered off. He flipped the device over and saw multiple days' worth of notifications. The most recent one came from Seokjin.

'Come down and watch Lia, please.'

The more Yoongi scrolled, the more he realized Jin tried multiple times throughout the week to get him to leave his room. 23 unread texts, 12 missed calls, and countless other notifications from other irrelevant apps. Yoongi looked back towards his computer screen to see the hit count for Lia's name increase by nearly two thousand in the short time he checked his phone. Maybe he did need a break.

Yoongi groggily made his way downstairs. No one else was home besides Lia and Jin, making the spacious area seem oddly empty. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi saw a pink lump laying on the floor, face illuminated by whatever children's show was playing on the tablet. Yoongi quickly realized that it was Lia wrapped in her favorite blanket and taking a nap in the corner.

"Jin-hyung," Yoongi called out, "Why is Lia sleeping on the floor?"

"She's asleep?" Jin asked as he walked in from the kitchen. His initial surprise soon turned stern as he looked toward Yoongi. "Don't touch her- don't even look at her, I don't know. She hasn't been sleeping for longer than an hour all week. She needs it."

Yoongi didn't know if it was Jin's harsh tone or the fact that Lia has been having trouble sleeping that concerned him the most. Jin had obvious tension in the way he acted- he frantically walked around, grabbing a light jacket and his phone. Obviously something was going on that Yoongi was unaware of.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Yoongi." So everything was not alright. "I'm going to check on Jungkook, so I won't be back until late." Without another word, Jin stormed out of the house, front door slamming behind him. While it caused Yoongi to flinch, surprisingly Lia still lay undisturbed.

Ignoring Jin's instructions, Yoongi approached Lia and lifted her into his arms; The floor wasn't the cleanest or most comfortable place to sleep. Once she was in his arms, a glimpse of black hair peeked out from where Lia entangled herself in her blanket.

Yoongi really did miss a lot.

He laid Lia down gently on the couch as to not wake her. Moving the blanket further away from Lia's face, Yoongi got a better view at just what they did to her hair. Not only did they dye it back to her natural black, but they cut it as well. The black contrasted with the paleness of her skin, and the shoulder-length hair with a straight fringe made her appear even younger. Yoongi ran a hand through the dark locks only to see the dye slightly rub off on his fingers- they must have recently dyed it. Immediately, Yoongi realized that if it stained his hand that quickly, the blanket that Lia was wrapped in was probably a goner. Yoongi grasped a corner that previously covered her head and it was, indeed, stained with permanent hair dye. The damage looked nearly irreversible and Yoongi highly doubted their washer's capability to get it out. He wrapped Lia's head back up in the blanket so no dye would get on the couch, and planned on throwing away the blanket once she woke up.

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majaloveschris · 1 year

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Ghosted review 👻

I just finished watching Ghosted, so here is my opinion about it. It's important to note that I'm talking about Chris and Ana as actors; I'm here to talk about their performances, so my opinion isn't affected by their personal lives.

I was a little skeptical before I started watching it because we had seen a lot of scenes beforehand, and I thought they spoiled the whole movie, but I was happily surprised. It was great to see how these scenes were built in the movie, and it was interesting to see the context behind them, so all in all, I'm happy we'd gotten to see more scenes before the movie; it kind of made it a more enjoyable experience for me.

I really enjoyed the movie. It was a light, funny rom-com. It didn't make you think about serious things; however, I think not every movie should do that. We all need these lighter films, which make us relax and disengage from problems. However I liked that they did this whole "you're afraid to live; when people you love are in danger, you do whatever it takes" thing; it kind of gave a little seriousness to the movie, implying that we are still talking about two people who've gotten involved in a serious situation and learned from each other.

After all, I liked Cole. He was a bit too much at the very beginning with the texting, and the picture he took was definitely inappropriate, but he clearly cares about and head over heels for Sadie and was trying to help her out multiple times even though he isn't an agent or trained at all.

I also liked Sadie. She is such a badass woman, but she has this romantic, humorous side too.

I liked Chris's acting; his facial expressions were really good. I think he did a really good job with this character, and he seemed to enjoy portraying Cole. I still think he is a good actor, and he should definitely do more movies like this. Ana also did a good job; she is an amazing actress. It was weird to see her in a movie like this because I'm used to seeing her in more dramatic roles, but I think she did a good job.

I wouldn't say they had crazy chemistry. Until they didn't need to kiss or touch each other in a more romantic way, it was there, and it was fine, but to me, they always seemed to be good friends and colleagues, nothing more, and this didn't convince me otherwise. I didn't really see any sexual or romantic energy from them, but I think they did their best. Both can act like they are in love, so there wasn't really a problem with it.

I loved the cameos; it was really great to see them together in something other than Marvel, and they also did a good job; it was a good idea to involve them.

I also really liked the emoji and the on-going cactus thing; I think those were fitting and funny.

All in all, I really enjoyed it. It was a great movie, and I think I will rewatch it. It definitely made me forget about everyday problems, and it's always good to have a movie like this around.

#majaloveschris #chris ghosted #ana and chris #cevans-love

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radicalrascals · 8 months

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@etxrnaleclipse

Phone Headcanons under the break

Nick's Phone: Ben

Ben is listed as Benzinho which means babe/honey/baby in Portuguese. Yes, Nick thinks it's a clever and fitting play of words.

The picture changes ever so often, but is mostly some hilarious selfie the two have recently taken.

His ringtone is Tempo Perdido by Legião Urbana.

Last Text Message: "You'll be alright, yeah? Can you text me back when you get out of the lion's den? And be careful. Por favor. You mean everything to me. | I love you, minha vida. I love you a lot. Please text me."

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Nick's Phone: Theo

Theo is listed as Gémeo Mau (Evil Twin) in Nick's phone, while Rafa is Irmãozinho (Little Brother). Nick actually believes Theo to be the better half of their twin-duo.

For a picture Nick has decided on an old one of Theo listening to music with his headphones on, because of the fond memories attached.

His ringtone is Polícia by Mercenárias - and yes, Nick thinks he's hilarious.

Last Text Message: "Well if you say so lol | So you finally kissed???? | I KNEW IT | You deserve all the happiness in the world ♥" - they would both switch between Portuguese and English, favouring English a tad bit more

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Rafa's Phone: Isabella

Isabella is listed simply as Bella in Rafael's phone

Rafael picked one of the unofficial wedding photos for her contact, because he absolutely adores Isabella in it, and he's so very grateful to have found her

Rafael doesn't use ringtones, only keeps his mobile on vibrate.

Last Text Message: "I'm so so sorry, querida! I completely lost track of time. On my way now. | Wait. Never mind. Dinner date is tomorrow. Since I'm already here would you like me to bring us something home?"

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Rafa's Phone: Theo

Theo's name is Tetéu (from Theodore) while Nick's corresponding name is Lalau (from Nicolau). Rafael hasn't used those names to address his brothers in decades, but he still thinks it's funny.

Both Theo and Nick have the same picture, an old photo taken when they were all still kids. Three boys with wild black locks happily smiling at the camera.

Rafael doesn't use ringtones, only keeps his mobile on vibrate.

Last Text Message: "And if I say 'please'? | I just want to check his name against your database. | Theo, please. If it wasn't important I wouldn't ask you." - every once in a while Rafael tries to get some info out of Theo for a good story; with mixed results

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Felix' Phone: Theo

Theo is still simply just Silva in Felix' contacts, dating back to the time when the two had simply been colleagues, then friends, and then eventually more.

Since the two have yet to take a "we're officially in love" selfie, he's using one taken at an office party two years ago that they attended as 'best friends - mutually pining'™

His ringtone is I Was Made For Lovin You by Kiss - and it had been that for a little while before they finally got together

Last Text Message: "no. botulinum toxin. otherwise known as botox. just the tiniest amount can suffocate someone by paralyzing the muscles used for breathing. it's not a very pleasant way to go. | anyway. you wanna head out for lunch?" - Felix switches back and forth between work and private texts which can be sometimes disturbing given their line of work

#etxrnaleclipse #Ben and Nick #Theo and Nick #Theo and Rafa #Theo and Felix #Isabella and Rafael

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Ch. 2: Things That We Remember [TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

Keep You On My Side, Chapter 2: Things That We Remember

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x [Female] Reader

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A/N: I swear to god, I am projecting myself way too much in this fic, I'm sorry hvunuifsd I also included characters from the different spiderman comics ;) and a few OC's of my own.

Summary: Peter comes to a realization that cleared his mind, as he found himself orbiting your general direction unconsciously. Weird feelings start to grow inside him, as well as recognizing his own loneliness due to his line of work. You on the other hand have mixed feelings, liking Peter sharp mindedness, and at the same time knowing that same sharp mind of his might be a threat to your secret.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, misogynistic behavior, vandalism and bullying. Nothing too descriptive. Throughout the entirety of the fanfic there's gonna be a ever present theme of abuse of power as well as punk ideologies.

Word Count: 7.6K

As Peter’s mind kept circling over and over Lauren’s text, his mind was still digesting her last text. ’ Loonie liked you ’. Something about her words was making his stomach twist and tickle in funny ways; he’d forgotten how it felt to be into someone.

‘ She did? ’ He typed without being able to think of anything else. As he stared at the blinking cursor waiting for his next word. He chuckled awkwardly feeling too self aware in the matter. He asked himself why was he behaving like a teenager with a crush on the most popular girl. It was lame, or so he thought.

“C’mon, Peter. It’s not that hard,” He told himself.

‘ She didn't seem too convinced ’ He typed next not too satisfied with his own reply but clicked the send button anyways.

‘ She liked you. Otherwise you wouldn't have lasted with us at the table. ’ A couple of laughing emojis followed Lauren’s last text, making Peter chuckle and stare at his screen dreamily.

‘ She's that crazy? ’

‘ You don't remember her at all, do you? ’ He frowned gently at her text, as he suddenly wondered if he had met you before. Sure, your face and something about you felt familiar, but he was sure he’d remember meeting someone like you. You didn’t really have a standard personality, whatever the hell that meant; nor your vibes felt like something he’d see every so often.

‘ I...should I? ’

' Omg Peter! She's my sister! '

His eyebrows frowned even more as he tried to remember. And then, the memories hit him like a train.

' Say whaaat? ' He replied.

That's why you felt oddly familiar, he thought. He'd seen you in the halls at school. Your hair looked different back then, but still had the same atmosphere. The atmosphere of some mysterious creature lying in wait.

' Yeah, she was two years below us '

As Peter continued remembering stances of seeing you in school, you were for the most part low profile. He did remember what your usual style for school was, band t-shirts, dark jeans, and he did remember hearing you every once in a while yelling, calling people out loudly for unfair or sexiest behavior.

He hummed and nodded his face as he remembered one time taking a pic of one the lockers with a big sticker that read ' Punk is not dead ' and remembered Lauren once mentioning that it was her sister's locker.

' Wait, wasn't your sister the crazy punk girl who messed with Flash's car after a party? '

Man, the Trashed Car Incident was a highly popular story in school. There was a party, which Peter missed for being patrolling the city, but he still heard all about it and saw the pictures. The house was full of crazy teenagers desperately getting drunk and touching each other. God knows how many souls could fit in that small house in the suburbs. However, by the time Flash wanted to leave and went back to his fancy Audi A3 just taken out of the agency, he saw it. The tires were flat, and in neon spray painting, it read: " For all my sister's being touched without their consent, and had their reputations trashed while yours got elevated. See what it's like to have something you care for be hammered " signed with the initials PRG .

Flash wasn't exactly the best guy. He'd seduce all the pretty girls. It's rumored he'd make bets with his friends about who got a specific girl to sleep with them first. In parties he'd get drunk and end up fooling around with any drunk girl standing next to him at the time. He never really forced himself on them. They'd never say no to Flash, but they wouldn't say yes either. Many of those girls got called sluts afterwards. And Flash would be praised. And it always followed the same cycle. Over and over again.

The signature PRG came from a nickname Flash had given you. You were in your freshman year, and Flash was a sophomore. He tried getting his way with you but found it hard to seduce you. And in his futile attempt, he'd given you the name Punk Rock Girl . It was a reference to a band you apparently liked. However, Flash completely ruined the song for you as you were ‘more interested in hanging out with the raccoons at the dumpster’ than going out with Flash, as rumors had it, you’d told him. After having rejected him a handful of times, Flash started spreading rumours about you, ruining your reputation in the process. But how little you cared was outstanding. Since you barely even reacted to said rumours, soon they stopped and people instead ignored them like you did. This pissed off Flash.

However, it wasn’t until you messed with his car, he truly developed a huge disliking of you. And since that event, Flash didn’t dare to mess with you any longer, as he’d seen the lengths you’d go to. And thus, having earned the title of Loonie.

‘ The one and only Punk Rock Girl. ’ Lauren replied.

‘ Can I ask how did she not get expelled? Everyone was saying she was gonna be kicked out, ’ He asked.

‘ Oof, she called him out on his behavior and did it so well the principal didn’t really have any good argument to expel her. Also because she defended her actions saying the car event happened outside the school grounds and therefore the school has no jurisdiction in the matter. And well, our mom is a lawyer, she backed up her statement ’

‘ Didn’t she get in trouble with your parents? ’

‘ Oh she did, but she said she’d do it again if it means helping other women from being taken advantage of and manipulated. She accepted the punishment our parents gave her. She paid for the damage of Flash’s car with her own savings, but she still told Flash she’d gladly trash his car again if she heard he was still being an asshole to women ’

‘ Wow… ’

‘ Exactly, wow ’

Ultimately, the principal had no option but to let you stay in school. Especially because he knew if you spoke out loud about this issue, it would put the school in a bad position in the public eye. Sure, you hated the fact that the principal didn't do anything to Flash, but at least he didn't kick you out either.

' Damn, I never knew much about all of it besides Punk Rock Girl hammering Flash’s car and almost getting expelled… ’ He typed next.

‘ Yeah, she told us not to spread the whole story ’ Peter frowned softly at her reply, as she raised an eyebrow, curious at your reasoning behind it.

‘ How come? ’

‘ She likes to keep her privacy ’

‘ A punk who won't stay silent about injustice yet likes to stay off the spotlight, huh? ’ Peter wrote.

‘ Punks are loud not because they care for the spotlight, but because they care for change, they want the truth to be heard and spread ideas that’ll benefit minorities. They don’t do it for fame and praise. They do it because if it’s not them, then things won’t change on their own ’ His eyes widened in surprise as he reread that a couple of times before replying.

‘ That’s beautiful ’ He texted.

‘ She wrote that line once for a paper ’ Peter hummed an affirmative as he nodded his head, thinking it did make sense if it was something you’d written. It did sound an awful lot like you, to be fair. He could say that with certainty without knowing he had read your writing before.

‘ I love her. She does help me a lot with the band ’ Lauren sent.

‘ That's nice of her ’ He replied as he kept thinking about you.

He kept texting Lauren until she told him she was heading to bed. And with that, they said their goodbyes. However, Peter’s mind kept going, thinking of the rumors people spread about you, and how they always seemed to be...out of character? People called you all sorts of awful things, although, when Peter thought about it, the only people you messed with were the popular kids, and it was never unjustified. So believing all the rumours about you being mean and a bully or doing weird stuff was hard. At least for Peter.

Despite not really paying much attention to you during school, he did remember thinking you were cool for standing up so fearlessly for those who needed it. You let people spread rumors about you without raising your voice, but as soon as you saw someone get bullied, you were the first one to throw punches and yell at the oppressor. Peter respected that. And he knew that and wished he had the chance of meeting you, although back then he was slightly intimidated by your reputation, he never really approached you.

Not until now at least. Although, to be fair, he didn't know it was the infamous Punk Rock Girl he had been talking to at the bar that night. And perhaps that lack of knowledge was what allowed him to calmly approach you. The fact that now he knew who you were made it all more exciting. He still couldn't pinpoint what he felt for you, but you sure sparked something within him. And if you in some way or another ever reciprocated, he'd be surprised with himself.

On the other hand, you kept frantically going around the fact that Peter had picked up on you being as reserved as apparently MJ was. It was a very tiny slip, but one that was picked up by someone. You thought you needed to be more careful. And kept replaying that scene in your head over and over again.

As you stood behind your desk, staring at a blank document with a blinking cursor, wanting to type down the spiral of thoughts you kept going through. Your two other roommates were asleep as it was late night. And you didn't hear your third roommate walk in, whistling and closing the door behind him.

Clueless as to how your roommate went to the kitchen, left something in the fridge and then walked towards you, still whistling and banging his head to the rhythm of the music playing in his headphones.

All while your head kept going around Peter. His sharp mind, working almost like a sixth sense of sorts. How did he so easily picked up on it? If you kept being so mysterious, he'd end up figuring out you were MJ. That was if you were gonna see him in the future. Why would you see him in the future? You hadn't seen him since your sister and him graduated high school, and a few random stops at the coffee shop you worked at, but he never seemed to notice you. Until now. Why now? The poetic melodic voice in your mind kept pointing fingers at the romantic idea of fate. But what else could be expected of a writer if not to exaggerate and turn memories into potential story tropes?

The unseen notification of your sister's last text was shining bright on your screen. Haunting you.

'Peter Parker is interested in you, did you know that? ;) '

Of course you knew that. You'd seen the way he behaved tonight. Trying to get to know you, giving you charming smiles and over all polite gestures. Which did appeal to you, but you knew better than to get closer. You meant what you told him about the trust issues. At least when it came to dating. After your first and last boyfriend had cheated on you with a girl you took class with, you knew you didn't want to go through something like that again.

"Can't sleep?" Your roommate said looking over your shoulder.

His voice suddenly intruding in your thought train pulled you so violently away from your trance you flinched and squealed. His first reaction was to giggle as he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Yo, calm down it's me" He said softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Saw you on your computer and thought you'd probably been there for a while, so I brought you pizza" He said handing you a small plate with two thin slices.

"Ah–, thanks Miles" You sighed and looked at him, taking the plate off his hand. "No, it's fine, I was… spacing out"

"Yeah, I noticed," He chuckled and looked at your blank screen, raising an eyebrow and giggling.

"I didn't know we had pizza" You said staring at the plate, thinking you weren’t hungry, although you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

"We do now. Went out to have a couple of drinks with my uncle Aaron. We had pizza at the bar, and I remembered we didn't have anything back home. My uncle Aaron insisted on paying for the pizza, though" Miles explained with a soft smirk.

"Tell your uncle Aaron he rocks" You chuckled and took a bite of the pizza, moaning softly. “This is good…” You muttered to yourself.

"He knows he’s cool. You good, though? You seem stressed…" He said taking a spare chair next to your seat and looked at you.

Feeling the weight of your own eye bags, and slightly dissociated mind, you shook your head softly.

"I met a guy who's a big MJ fan" You replied as Miles clicked his tongue and hummed an affirmative.

"Ah, I see…another identity hound?” He said, giving you a knowing smirk as you nodded.

Normally, you could easily deflect these people you called Identity Hounds. More of them were paranoid people who believed all the rumours about MJ. Most rumours were created on your own in order to deflect them. Like MJ being a guy.

"Yeah, except this guy has a sharper mind that everyone I've come across before… " You said, biting the tip of your thumb, thinking.

"Oh, not good” Miles sighed as he leaned against the backrest.

"Hopefully I won't be seeing him soon nor often” You sighed, somewhat relieved by your own consolation. You had absolutely no idea if that was gonna be the case, but you still tried to cling to the idea of New York being a city big enough to not see him in a while.

Although, life had other plans

"I hope so, man.” Miles said leaning forward and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Anyways, I'm heading to bed. See ya tomorrow, Loon. Don’t stay up too late, yeah?" He said as he walked towards his room and you continued to stare at your blank document.

"Night, Miles…" You purred, not sure if he’d heard you or not.

It definitely took you a while to feel sleepy. And during that whole time, you remained staring at the blank screen with little to no success. It was hard to tell whether it was still 2 am or the clock already marked 3 by the time you went to bed. Your mind was still going in circles about the odd person Peter Parker was. He was oddly observant and far more sharper than most people. He was cute and charming, but the moment he started connecting dots no one had even seen in the first place, you decided it was going to be best to keep your distance.

The next morning, it wasn’t hard to ignore the alarm, and what felt like the first time in months, you actually stopped your alarm without snoozing. Sighing tiredly, as four, perhaps five, hours of sleep was all you got, although your mind still seemed to be all over the place. And without wasting much time, you went to the swimming pool, as per usual; however, this time, it wasn’t out of healthy habits you were trying to stick to, it was because you wanted to free your mind from the intrusive thoughts, even if it was just for an hour.

After leaving the pool, you headed to your job at a small coffee shop, where you’d spend the next 10 hours making coffee and warming up croissants for picky eaters. And if there was a bit of free time, you'd go to a small table not far from the wooden bar and you'd sit behind your laptop and work on your novel.

Any MJ writing you'd always keep it to the confines of your apartment. In case there were people with wandering eyes. And also by dividing your time between your writing and MJ's you actually managed to get things written for both authors.

The soft doorbell jingled as the door opened and closed. Your eyes looking up to the door as you felt your stomach turn cold.

'God, no…' You thought.

As you wondered what were the chances of Peter showing up here the very next day after you "met" him. You thought Murphy had a nasty sense of humor.

Getting up from your table, you went to the cash register as you cursed at every deity of chaos for putting you in such a situation. As you avoided looking at him, you acted as if you didn't know who was behind the bar.

"Good afternoon what can I–" You said looking up and feigning surprise as Peter also faked a surprised look and called your name.

"Hey, it's good to see you" He said, chuckling softly, as he thought his spidey sense kinda did tell him something was gonna happen, although nothing bad nor dangerous.

"Yeah. Also… odd… " You said, frowning softly. "I'd never seen you here before" You lied.

Peter chuckled awkwardly as he thought of how suspicious it was. But it had been a coincidence that he was there.

"I am taking pics for the paper I work at… And happened to be around here. I woke up late, got late to work and I actually forgot to have breakfast…" He chuckled awkwardly, however, every single word he said had been true.

"I see" You nodded, not sure if you believed him, though. But gave him the benefit of the doubt. "What can I get you, then?"

"Coffee, please!" He groaned dramatically. "The biggest cup you have"

"20 ounces?" You asked as you were ready to grab a paper cup for him, not being impressed by the amount of coffee as you’ve had people drink excessive amounts of coffee on a daily basis as you simply stared both amazed and worried.

"Wait no, that's too much…" He corrected immediately as he sighed and shyly pointed at the paper cup next to the largest one.

"Sixteen?" You asked as he nodded and you grabbed it.

"Yeah, better" He sighed.

"So, American coffee?"

As you were ready to write down his order, he spoke and said:

"A latte, instead. Changed my mind. Any kind of milk is fine" Nodding, you wrote down his instructions before turning to the screen pad and typed his order there.

Peter paid close attention to your features as you clicked a few options here and there, thinking you were quite beautiful, and how your face hadn’t really changed much since he graduated. At the same time, feeling slightly embarrassed at the fact that he hadn’t recognized you from school. He tried justifying it in the poor lighting and flashing lights from the bar. Although he knew it was a bullshit excuse. Perhaps he had been too busy between getting used to being Spiderman, losing his uncle Ben and then falling for Gwen to really notice your face, despite knowing what people said about you.

"Noted. Something else?" You said, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Oh, not sure. I don’t come here often…" He said looking at the desserts on the counter "What do you recommend?"

"The muffins are very good. We have butter, chocolate chips, blueberry… " You said gazing over the counter, feigning a lack of interest, although you knew far too well Peter caught your curiosity like very few things in life.

"Oh, blueberry, please"

You nodded as you charged him, handed him his change and proceeded to work on his coffee as he looked around nervously, feeling uncomfortable by the growing silence.

"You're the only one?" He said breaking the growing awkwardness, as you met his dark eyes and nodded.

"Barista, yes. At least for the time being… There are two people in the kitchen who make the sandwiches. A coworker should arrive in an hour or so…" You explained as you warmed up his muffin and finished his coffee. "Have a good day, Pete…" You said handing him his things. You exchanged stares before smiling politely at him.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked curiously, staring at you straight in the eye as you felt oddly exposed and looked away shyly.

"Sure" Was everything you could reply as you started to feel nervous as to what could Peter possibly ask you.

"Why didn't you tell me we went to the same school or that you were Lauren's sister?" He said, genuinely concerned, a part of him still feeling guilty over not recognizing you in the first place.

"Mystery is fun. Besides I am a pretty private person… " Peter chuckled as he thought he should've expected that to be your answer.

"Yeah, we established that last night," Peter chuckled. "You Mysterious Writers are a very interesting species"

"It's almost an unconscious marketing technique" You added with a soft giggle as you wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully.

"Hey, it could help you sell once you publish your novel"

"I might give it an actual try" You added as you gazed over at your laptop with the open document as Peter followed your stare and nodding immediately knowing it was yours.

"Anyways, thanks…" He purred your name softly as he looked into your eyes, the text Lauren sent him circling his mind still. "So, see you around?"

"Yeah, I guess" You replied smiling back at him.

Peter turned around, feeling his heart racing all of a sudden. A cheeky smile on his cheeks as he knew where to find you. Although, right before he got any closer to the door, he stopped in his tracks and spun on his heels. And walking back to the bar, he met your eyes again as you squinted yours and smirked.

"Oh hey, before I go… Can I ask you for one last thing?" He said, his cheeky grin spreading through his cheeks making him look all too cute.

"Sure" You said with a pretty obvious suspicious tone making him laugh softly.

"I kinda meant what I said about seeing you around… I'd like to hang out sometime soon… if that's fine with you of course...I had fun last night" Something in his voice told you he was actually telling the truth as you looked at him, noticing the growing puppy look in his eyes.

"Have you've always been this persuasive?" You said rolling your eyes and returning the playful smirk, although yours had a more sassy tone to it.

"I prefer to use the word charming" He said, smiling proudly.

"Let me guess, you were a teacher's pet?" The weight of the marker in the pocket of your apron seemed to grow with every word you exchanged.

"I'm not gonna deny nor confirm anything" You laughed at his reply.

"You definitely were a teacher's pet. Dorky, polite, smart… You have the entire profile of a teacher’s pet" You said as you grabbed the marker and played idly with it in your fingers as Peter was paying close attention to your every move.

"Say teacher’s pet one more time…" He said in a playful threatening voice as his smirk spread across his face.

"Peter Parker, the teacher's pet" You teased as you stared at him and raised an eyebrow.

Peter chuckled and pretended to be offended, dramatically stepping back and placing a hand over his chest. He was also surprised at the fact that you did know his full name, making him even more ashamed of not having recognized you.

"I'll play along as long as I can get your number" He answered as he got closer to the bar again.

"Now, that's manipulation" You said squinting your eyes and frowning, however your cheeky smile was still there, hypnotizing Peter.

"It's only manipulation if it works… is it… working?" Peter said with a smirk.

"I'm not gonna deny nor confirm anything" You said as you grabbed a napkin and wrote down your number and doodled a small frog next to it out of habit and handed it to him. "I don't like how persuasive you are, Parker" You chuckled.

"Too much power, huh?" He said, his smile leaning towards one side of his face.

He called your name one last time. Before gently waving and thanking you for the napkin as he left hopping happily with long strides as you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Your mind lingered on him. He was smart, and witty, oddly straightforward with his flirting, but damn, was he charming. It was hard to resist. You wondered if that's why Gwen Stacy had fallen for him. She was incredibly centered, smart and focused in her studies. Many guys tried getting in her pants and she'd epically rejected them. But not Peter. He was smart. And so quick to make a comeback or jokes. That was hot. Although, something about how quick he was to think scared you a bit. How long would it take him to figure out you were MJ? And if he did, what would you do next?

If he were to find out, you'd have no other chance but to keep him around, and get him to keep the secret. But you still didn't know Peter good enough to know how trustworthy he was. How good was he at keeping secrets? You barely knew anything about the guy other than he'd usually use his skateboard inside school, take pics for the school paper and events, date Gwen and that he was a huge science nerd. Not enough information to properly form an opinion.

"Who was that?" Your friend Kylie said as she walked out of the kitchen. “I saw you two giggling and chatting…”

“Some guy who used to go to school with me” You replied, thinking.

“He’s cute” She said looking at you with curious eyes, wanting to see your reaction and what you had to say on the matter.

“Yeah. And very smart. And that’s a big problem…” You purred looking at her. “In less of an hour he made a comment about how MJ and I are similar…” You whispered.

“Oh, shit…That’s bad…” She muttered her eyes now opening in surprise.

“Yeah”

“Hey, another question, did you bring the pizza last night? I grabbed a slice for lunch today…” You noticed immediately Kylie had changed the topic in an attempt to distract you from Peter. She knew how people bringing up MJ’s identity made you tense almost as a reflex, and was trying to get your mind off of it.

“It was Miles” You said, snapping out a bit from your thought spiral as you looked at Kylie, her bottle green hair still felt weird to you as she’d dyed her hair just two days ago. “Well, to be precise, his uncle Aaron…Aaron bought us pizza” You said chuckling softly.

“Oh, Aaron is so sweet. I swear, he’s like the father of all of us renting that apartment…” Kylie said, dramatically resting her hand on her chest as you chuckled.

The day went by, and eventually your other roommate made it to the coffee place for his shift. Helping you out making coffee while Kylie and another cook worked in the kitchen. Shortly after, your shift was done; however you stayed the afternoon at the coffee shop working on your draft, your mind every once in a while wandering back to Peter as you'd take a few notes in another document as a personal essay in order to get those thoughts off your mind and be able to keep writing.

'Last night I felt almost as if my soul had returned to my body. I saw that familiar red and blue flash swinging past the corner, and I was more than glad to see he was back. Our friendly neighborhood Spiderman is back, doing what he does best.

I am saddened to say that that's how the usual Spiderman cycle goes. He goes missing, people realize how much we need him, he comes back, people are kind, then media start manipulating information, making him look bad, people forget everything he's done for us… Rinse and repeat.

Not me. I could never forget all the things he's done for us. For me. And I hope most people are like me in this sense.

Whoever wears the mask, I hope you get to read this. And if that's the case, I hope you're doing well. I want to thank you for everything you've done. And for everything you'll do in the future. You're far more valuable to the city than what people give you credit for. Please remember this.

It's good to have the friendly neighborhood Spiderman back'

On Monday, the office of The Daily Bogle was a raging ruckus again. Jameson was throwing his tantrum about never working with MJ again, making it pretty clear that he disliked the idea that the writer that brought more attention to the paper was a Spiderman supporter, something Jameson wasn't. He even went the extra mile to have an article for tomorrow's paper about the return of Spiderman and the possible bad impact it might have in New York.

"Leeds!" Jameson shouted.

"Sir!" Ned flinched softly as he stood up from his chair.

"Write that bastard an email telling him we don't want to work with him ever again, and while you're there, tell him to go screw himself, I don't like vigilante supporters"

"I-I… sir…" Ned nodded and sat back in his seat.

Peter frowned, annoyed by the latest request his neurotic boss had just ordered. Not only because that meant losing contact with MJ altogether, he now didn't have any chance. He sighed deeply as Gloria and Ned exchanged looks and Peter got up from his seat holding his camera.

"Parker! Where do you think you're going?" Jameson barked.

"Take some pictures for the paper" He sighed annoyed.

"Don't take too long. Make sure to eat in the meantime, you'll be using your lunch break to get those pics ready for printing. Bring decaf coffee, I asked Angela to buy more but she didn't bring it!"

Peter rolled his eyes and left. Feeling frustrated, he headed towards your workplace hoping to see a familiar face that'll bring him comfort.

Truth was, Peter didn't keep any friends. How could he? He felt his secret identity might be a danger to whoever was close to him. And normally kept people at a distance.

However, something was drawing him towards you. Perhaps the desire to have someone to go to when he wanted to vent about his day and get his mind off his burdens, like people normally did with friends. That and the fact that you simply caught his attention. You were smart and laid back despite the present mystery surrounding you. And the way your eyes focused on him with the same intrigue as his, it was hard for him not to meet your gaze and get lost in it. It was something he'd forgotten how it felt like.

He stopped behind the glass door, as he asked himself what exactly was he doing there. Peter didn't know for sure. Your silhouette moving back and forth behind the coffee bar along with another guy as you exchanged words and laughs together, the line getting shorter as you two worked together. A gentle smile spread through his face, not noticing how creepy he looked staring as you cluelessly worked not really noticing due to the rush hour of people getting coffee.

As you registered orders and wrote down instructions on paper cups, you heard the bell jingling softly as you sighed thinking how rush hour couldn't get any busier. However, you kept working, begging for that last person to be the last customer for the next half an hour at least.

Which turned out to be true. As you kept taking orders, you didn't hear the doorbell ring any further. As the line got shorter and shorter, you could only feel more and more relieved with every passing customer as you had been taking orders nonstop for an hour now. You weren’t paying attention to who was in line, mostly taking note of how many people were left.

Finally, as your rearview got a glimpse of the last customer left, you handed Andy, your coworker and roommate, a paper cup with the instructions written down. As you turned back to the pad on the cash register, your lips moved on their own, greeting automatically.

“Good morning, welcome to the Coffee Pot, what can I–” You stopped as you looked up holding your marker ready to write down orders as you met Peter’s stare, your heart skipping a beat and your mind suddenly turning blank as you weren’t expecting him. Three days in a row, you thought. “Peter?” You asked surprised as you chuckled awkwardly. “I’m seeing you a lot lately, huh?” You said with a sarcastic tone.

“Not stalking, I swear” Peter added with a gentle laugh. “I’m running away from my work for a while. My boss is driving me insane” Peter explained, slightly nervous as he knew how odd it was that for two days straight, he’d gone to your workplace unannounced. He sighed softly, slightly defeated. “I’m not having the best day, and wanted to go someplace where I can get my mind off of it”

His voice got lower and sounded genuine, as you could pick up on the annoyance in his voice. You pushed your lips together as your eyebrows lifted, feeling sorry for him, despite not knowing what truly was happening to him. You simply felt sympathy and knew how not having a good day felt like, as well as the urge to get your mind off your work for a while. You nodded and grabbed a paper cup and wrote down the coffee he’d asked you for the day before as you still remembered his order.

“I hope you want what you ordered yesterday” You said chuckling, trying to comfort him.

“You remember what I had yesterday?” He replied, his face changing as a smirk spread through his lips.

“I’ve got a good memory” You replied as you handed Andy the paper cup and grabbed a blueberry muffin.

“Oh, no, please” He said, sighing your name softly. “I’ve only got cash for the coffee…” He said.

“The muffin’s on me, Pete” You said handing him the muffin in a small paper bag.

“Oh come on” He whined.

“I’m serious. You’re having a bad day, and I wanna help turn it around” The gentle smile you gave Peter left him breathless for a second as he forgot for a moment why he was even in a bad mood to begin with. He clicked his tongue and grabbed the paper bag from you.

“When you put it that way, it is hard to say no” He said as he handed you a bill. “Let me repay you sometime”

“I did a random act of kindness, Peter. Not a favor. You don’t owe me anything” You said with a confident tone, trying to get him to stop insisting.

“Random act of kindness, huh? Okay, as a random act of kindness, I’ll take you out someday to a churro cart close to Rafferty Triangle…” He said as he looked at you with playful eyes and a soft smile.

“Peter…” You sighed, your voice getting lower.

“There’s this Puerto Rican lady who has a churro cart, they’re great! They’re stuffed with nutella and–”

“Stop using my phrases against me” You cut him off with a soft giggle as you realized which kind of person Peter was. And he was the kind of person who somehow felt obligated to return favors or compensate others.

“Why?” He laughed.

“Copyright? I don’t know…” You chuckled knowing it hadn’t been your best comeback.

“No, not gonna buy that one” He teased. “Let me do something nice for you someday”

Truth was, Peter was now grasping at any chance he had to spend time with you. Any little excuse to get to see you or talk to you drew him in. Something about you was so fascinating to him, he needed to take any chance to be with you.

“I mean, you already are. You are consuming in the place I work at” You said as you looked around. Very briefly locking stares with your coworker Andy, as he gave you a knowing stare, noticing the flirting going both ways with the two of you.

“You know what I mean,” Peter added.

“I do…” Andy handed you Peter’s coffee as you handed it to him, since Peter was still by the cash register. He grabbed the paper cup, his fingers brushing yours and he intentionally lingered there. Noticing how you intentionally remained there holding his cup for a few seconds, his hand next to yours before letting go. Something that lasted far too long, burning each other’s skin as you both wondered what exactly was happening and how exactly you felt about the other.

“Thanks…” He said as he met your stare briefly before looking away shyly.

“You’re leaving already?” You asked softly as you thought he’d stay longer. You wanted him to stay longer.

“You see, I have to, quote-unquote work…” He chuckled.

“I see…” You sighed slightly disappointed, but without anything to say. “You mentioned working at a paper, can I ask which one?”

“The Daily Bogle” Something in his answer made your gentle look suddenly turned bitter.

“You work there?” You asked, your voice coming out a lot more sour than intended. ‘No offence, but I kinda hate that paper…” You chuckled awkwardly, however, you didn’t want to hide your discomfort in the matter.

“Not the best place, but puts bread on the table” Peter sighed, as you could tell from his reply he wasn’t exactly happy to work there.

“You’re a photographer there?” You asked as bit by bit you began connecting dots.

“Yeah…”

“I see” You said looking away, suddenly too deep in your thoughts as you remembered a couple of things you’d heard about The Daily Bogle and remembering each and every article you’ve read there that made you dislike it. “Wait, so you’re the guy who takes pics of Spiderman?” You asked curiously as you’d heard there was only one photographer in New York who managed to get pics of Spiderman.

“So people say” Peter said, suddenly getting on guard as he thought you were quick to realize it.

“Do you like him?” You asked, your voice turning serious, as you knew you were being straightforward right now, but now that this information about Peter had come out, you thought it was important to know where he stood, before making any more progress. What he replied now would define what you thought of him and how close you wanted him to be.

“Spiderman? I think he’s a swell guy” He replied, shrugging it off, making it seem like he didn’t think much on the matter.

“Then why would you do that to him?” You asked, your vice cutting as your gaze suddenly turned sharper as Peter knew what you meant and sighed deeply.

“Look, he doesn’t care” He replied, trying to divert the tension.

“How do you know?” You asked, as Peter met your stare and felt like he was staring at the fearless girl who trashed Flash’s car without remorse, suddenly feeling slightly intimidated, as if he were walking on thin ice.

“I do” He replied, knowing he couldn’t let his voice falter.

“You know him” You concluded, making it clear that it wasn’t a question, as Peter didn’t know how to reply to such a direct statement. He shrugged.

You chuckled bitterly as you looked away, as you took a deep breath, feeling slightly betrayed by how sweet and gentle he looked, and yet he worked for the paper who specialized in calling Spiderman a form of criminal. The Spiderman you always defended through MJ’s signature, since you were oddly related to the masked hero. Standing up and helping those in need because those at the top won’t do it themselves. You knew the parasocial relationship was a big stretch, but it was oddly comforting to know there were people like you. And the scale with which Spiderman did it, risking his life so selflessly. You admired that.

“Peter, so far I’ve enjoyed interacting with you, please don’t ruin it…” You sighed as you met his stare briefly, noticing the way his dark brown eyes softened with guilt.

“What are you…” He said, trying to mask his growing anxiety with an awkward chuckle.

“Spiderman has saved me a couple of times in the past, and I’m immensely grateful to the guy…I really dislike the things The Bogle has to say about him…” You replied, your voice easing as you could tell Peter didn’t feel exactly proud of The Bogle’s actions.

“I’m in a complicated position…” Peter sighed looking away, as he didn’t know what to say to make the situation better.

“Yeah. Because surviving in New York is hard, isn’t it?” You spat, as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, knowing you were getting too worked up too fast.

“I’ve tried looking for other jobs…And I’m still in the Bogle because it’s a stable income. Well, it is stable when my editor isn’t threatening me…” He murmured.

“What?” You questioned not liking his wording. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve tried stopping giving him Spiderman pictures, because…you’ve read what he says about Spiderman, and he’s threatened me to kick me out. And I can’t give myself the luxury of not having a job, not even for a couple of days.. my tenant is ready to kick me out even if I’m five minutes late paying rent…”

You looked at him amazed as your mouth fell open and suddenly all the anger you were feeling now canalized on someone else. You hummed a scoff as you looked away and Peter looked back at you. He saw you run a hand through your face and hair as you looked at him, your eyes now considerably softer as they met his.

“I’m sorry” You replied in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to…get mad at you… ”

“Well, I can’t blame you for getting mad at me for helping sabotage Spiderman” Peter said, snickering softly at the irony that he was Spiderman and he worked for the asshole who’s favorite hobby was to talk shit about him.

“Why don’t you try freelance?” You asked him.

“How exactly? I…” He stopped himself as he took a deep breath and looked at you. “You’re gonna think I’m pathetic, but I don’t know anyone…I suck at meeting people and maintaining friendships. And as far as I’m concerned, Freelance depends a lot on contacts…”

For Peter it was hard, impossibly hard to keep people close. For starters, he was a naturally lone wolf, however, after taking Spiderman’s identity, and after what Gwen’s father had told him, he knew it was best for everyone if he remained a lone wolf. He still carried the guilt and responsibility of Gwen’s death on his shoulders, only further proving his point that he was better left alone. But he’d be lying if he said he was fine on his one. Truth was, his life felt terribly lonely at times, and his escape was to get this mind busy either at work, or by putting on the red and blue suit. He avoided his loneliness by staying busy, but on bad days, it was hard to run away from it.

And yet, he found himself orbiting your general direction. Regardless of the nature of his feelings for you, he also longed for a friend. Someone to rely on when he felt overwhelmed. Like he’d done today. He felt fed up with Jameson’s bullshit and found himself going to your workplace. To see you, to talk to you, to get his mind off his burdens a bit. And even talking about how unhappy he was in The Bogle felt awfully relieving.

“Let me help you. I know a thing or two about freelance…” You said, immediately regretting your words, as you knew you couldn’t teach him what you knew without giving away you were MJ.

“What?” Peter’s gaze changed as you broke him apart from his thought train and took a 180° change on his look, now gazing at you curiously.

“My cousin is getting married in a couple of months, I’m gonna ask her if she has a photographer yet…” You said. “How does that sound?”

“Really?” He coughed. “I-I…don’t have a lot of fancy equipment…”

“One of my roommates took a class on photography in college and he has some equipment he had to buy. I don’t think he’s gonna mind if we borrow them for an afternoon…” You said, shrugging, as you knew Miles wouldn’t really mind in the first place, plus he was going as your plus one for the wedding.

“I…Sure…Please!” He chuckled, getting weirdly excited as his new found happiness somehow permeated to you and you looked away, feeling suddenly too shy to look at him.

“Okay…are you free on Thursday? After 5?” You asked him as the voice at the back of your head started panicking as you had a few days to think how the hell were you going to solve this. You needed a plan to fix this without having to involve your little secret. And soon, an idea sparked in your head. You were going to need Aaron Davis’ help.

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mercurygray · 3 years

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October 2021 Prompts- 'glass' for the single parent/teacher AU for Dick and Joan perhaps? Juno xx

It was really just going to be one glass.

"Oh, come on, Joanie!" Kitty was saying over the phone. The Welsh family holiday extravaganza was an annual, adults-only event not to be missed, and Joan, for reasons far beyond her control, had missed it for the last four years. "Jack's at Kurt's for the first time everrr and you have Saturday off! Live a little! We'll let you sleep on the couch, you don't even have to worry about driving." Kitty paused. "I'm inviting a couple of the guys from the office," she added, wheedling just a little.

"Kitty, I'm not -"

"I know, you said you're not looking, but what's the harm in showing up looking like a fox? Come on - for me. Otherwise I'll be stuck with all the moms discussing Montessori schools and baby food."

Joan sighed, considering her options. There was something alluring about spending her one childless night of the holidays at home on the couch with a movie, but a holiday party sounded fun, too. "All right then - I'll come for a little bit."

Kitty had shrieked with delight at the other end of the phone, and spent the rest of the afternoon texting Joan Pinterest links to 'cute holiday attire' while Joan, still at work and suffering over a deadline, sank deeper and deeper into her chair and wondered why she'd said yes.

She was still wondering why she'd said yes when she'd showed up at Harry and Kitty's in a new dress (courtesy of a marketing email for a deeply discounted sale and the sudden realization that nothing in her closet would fit both the occasion and her post-Jack body) and been greeted at the door by Kitty, who took her coat and pronounced her ensemble cute.

There were already too many knots in the front room of people she didn't know, and Kitty was busy taking her coat upstairs, so Joan let herself into the kitchen, very mindful the neckline of the dress was showing off more collarbone than she'd thought.

"Hi there."

She turned quickly, only to be come face to face with a vision of that kind of slightly soft domesticity suggested by khakis and a tasteful merino sweater with the sleeves rolled up. Joan's mind went back to that Hallmark movie she'd been thinking of watching and cursed Kitty for talking her into this.

Just what was the protocol for meeting your child's teacher at a holiday party and thinking he looked like a snack?

"...hi." She struggled for a moment. "I'm sorry, I didn't think - this must be very awkward for you. I'm sorry."

Dick shrugged. "We're two adults, meeting at the house of a mutual friend. Maybe we could start over." He moved his drink from one hand to the other. "Hi, I'm Dick, I'm a friend of Harry's from school."

"Joan," she said, taking his hand and shaking it. "Harry and I went to college together."

"Yeah, he was telling me you were going to be here this evening," Dick said with a rare smile. "He said I should look out for a hottie in blue."

Joan felt her face flush. "...Please tell me he didn't actually say that."

He shrugged again, but the smile that had accompanied it did not dim, or lessen. "That might have been Kitty. Can I get you a drink? You do look very nice, by the way."

"Thanks," Joan said, glancing down to make sure she wasn't falling out somewhere. "And...sure."

It's just one glass, she repeated to herself. Just one glass, and then I can go home.

The door opened again, and there was laughter in the hallway that made Dick look up from the wine bottle, his face suddenly falling.

"Something wrong?"

He looked a little paralyzed. "It's...um. My ex. She must have come as a plus one, Harry wouldn't have invited her, he knows..."

Joan looked into the living room, surveying the crowd and trying to figure out who had just come in. "The blonde?" Another cascade of laughter from the living room, and Dick swallowed, nodding. Joan remembered that feeling, the cold, cruel wash of not having anyone to lean on when Kurt showed up at the next fundraiser with the newer model in towering heels and a dress that was half an inch too high for the occasion. Get mad, or get even, that was always the plan, and getting mad, in this case, was not really an option for Dick.

Well, Joanie, you did buy the dress. She took a breath and took a sip of her wine. "So, how long have we been dating?" He looked at her, confused. "I've embedded with army groups and done long-term investigative undercover reporting. Kitty will sell anything I tell her to and she loves a good soap opera. So - how long have we been dating?"

It finally clicked."...start of the school year?"

"Great." She took his arm and smiled. "Let's go make her angry she left you."

His arm was warm and solid under the sweater, and she could feel his pulse speeding up a little as they moved, slowly, into the group in the front room, her own speeding up to match it. Girl, you're either a genius or the world's biggest idiot.

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind.

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found.

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out.

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him.

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes.

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

---

Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

---

"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light.

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest.

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly.

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened.

---

Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

---

You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them."

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension.

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy."

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute.

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button.

"That's too much!" you said.

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place."

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right.

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it.

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it."

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone.

"I'll try and see if I can see who won."

---

"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then."

The members groaned.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked.

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink."

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first."

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest.

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"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand.

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her.

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply.

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile.

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members.

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk.

"How's Yoongi in bed?"

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed.

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked.

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy.

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished.

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer."

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you.

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..."

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest.

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom.

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching.

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks.

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You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed.

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out.

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself.

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye.

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mllermanda · 2 years

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about the character list meme: Pokkle or Nobunaga (hxh)?

I'll do both since I am in the mood to talk about characters I usually don't talk about. However, Tumblr keeps deleting half of my post when I talk about the other character so I will make two text posts.

Starting off with,

Pokkle

Favorite thing about them

I really liked his attitude during the Hunter Exam Arc and seemed to be a pretty self-confident dude. Testing himself to the limits while being cautious, which explains how he became a hunter.

Least favorite thing about them

The major lack of screentime after the Hunter Exam Arc. While he does come back, in the Chimera Arc what happens to him is a major bummer as that's the last one sees of him. When first watching the series, I thought him and the members of the Hunter Arc were going to be more of major characters but guess not.

Favorite line

Lines from shows I usually don't pay attention too but how he handles his enemies here is pretty cool:

https://youtu.be/5yLk93K_-p0?t=115

BrOTP

I wouldn't deny that the OTP I have chosen would have fit well with a BrOTP too since Ponzu and Pokkle have a lot of screen-time with each other. However, I would also say that the time he spent with Hanzo is a BrOTP that I like as well.

OTP

At least for the Hunter series, I am a fan of his relationship with Ponzu. While there was not a lot of screen time between the two, it seems that they did bonded with each other in a healthy relationship.

nOTP

I don't have any nOTP for him cause mainly I see the relationship with Ponzu.

Random headcanon

I feel like unlike most of the other characters in the Hunter Exam, Pokkle kept in contact with the winners during his Arc

Unpopular opinion

So this is hard since I'm not active in the Hunter x Hunter fandom but I had to say something that's in theme with Pokkle, I think him and the other Hunters in the exam should had gotten more screen time after their exams had finished. At least a chance to see a bit of their lives training some of their Nen experience. Maybe Gon and the Gang met up for a one year anniversary with the group and have a training session or something. Otherwise the only other unpopular opinion I can think of his Pokkle's power having more potential than what appears in the show.

Song I associate with them

Come Running to Me- Anomalie

Favorite picture of them

Any image with Pokkle smiling usually a favorite of mine but for the character meme, I'll hunt down something specific and it will be a gif instead.

#character list meme #hunter x hunter #pokkle #hxh #hxh 2011 #mystery-smooch #mystery-smooch's ask #thank you very much for the ask

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years

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Guilty. (Part 1.)

Part One.

Steve Rogers (Lawyer AU) x Reader Insert.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: Work place romance, smoking, self destructive habits, language, adult themes. (No smut just yet lol.)

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Part One:

Your cell phone rings, a sound that pulls a loud groan from the back of your throat, the sandwich in your hand thrown down onto your desk as you blindly dig through your purse for it, eyes sharp as you stare at the girl sitting across from you, Wanda. "It's my boss," Your tone is clipped as you look down, "Stay quiet."

You sigh, push your hair from your face as if he could see how relaxed you were moments ago, muster up a second wind of energy, and rise to your feet as you take the call. "Steve, finished so soon?"

"Cut the shit, Y/n." He's speaking over the plastic straw between his teeth, sipping on an iced coffee no doubt. "I know you're goofing off with that stupid assistant of yours."

You're lucky he isn't on speaker, and you walk quickly out of Wanda's ear shot. "Be nice! She's new, just like I was."

He hums, the sound of his dress shoes clicking against pavement and cars driving past tells you he's walking. "But you were never dull, never as dense. You wouldn't still work for me otherwise."

You, an assistant, were gifted your own assistant. The work load you take on under Rogers overwhelms the responsibility you still have at the firm, and so they decided to assign someone under you, unheard of and argued among the people above you, but Steve thought it was a good idea. All he saw was dollar signs, you moving up with your reputation and gifting him a chance to charge more for both of your services in the court room.

But Wanda was young, too young to understand the importance of the work she does here, too hung up on boys and partying to see her job as anything other than a job.

"You didn't call me to talk about this." You push open the doors to the balcony in his office, stepping outside for fresh air.

"No, I didn't. I'm done with my client, I'm sending you my location."

He doesn't give you a chance to protest, hanging up the call, a text message coming through seconds later. You groan, heeled foot tapping on the pavement as you weigh your options. You had expected to have at least another two hours free to train Wanda, but that had just been stolen from right under your nose.

You count your steps back to your desk, a nervous tick you picked up in law school, plopping back down to finish your sandwich, roasted turkey breast with all the trimming.

"Wanda," You speak over half chewed food, manners gone out the window in your rush to find an excuse to slip away. "I've been called out, something important has come up with a new client." Her eyes snap up to you from the stack of papers in front of her. "I'll be back as soon as I can, just stay by your phone and I'll let you know what's going on."

She looks nervous, never left here in your office alone before, and you feel bad, remembering how it felt to be new in such a large place. This was a building full of people with their heads in their asses, established lawyers with years of experience under their belts. She was prey among wolves, protected only by your presence, and now you were leaving her.

"Don't leave this office unless it's to use the bathroom." You say. "Don't be loud, don't speak to anyone, keep your head down and stay out of trouble."

All things you wish Steve had told you, all things you had to learn on your own. It's hard being a woman studying law, you're automatically ruled out simply for being a woman.

You offer her a gentle smile, reaching into your wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. "Door Dash some food if you want, or waste it in the vending machine, just remember to take a break and hydrate yourself."

She looks doe eyed, "Thank you." She says, and you're tempted to just bring her along and shove her into the back seat of your car, tell her to stay quiet and to not repeat anything she might hear.

But Steve would throw a fit, you can see it now, a ghost of a smile coats your lips as you leave her behind, stuffing the last of your sandwich into your mouth as you scoop up your purse.

You're tired, Steve called you in early this morning to get some work done before your assistant was scheduled to come in. A new case was dropped on his desk, and you made arrangements for him to meet with his new client immediately. He took a cab, slightly annoyed that you weren't free to take him there, but there was no excuse now, not with your assistant busy at work, you could slip away for a little while to do the second part of your job, assist big shot lawyer Steve Rogers.

The address he gave you was a coffee shop, but naturally he's walked a good block away from it by now, bored and restless in the city of New York waiting around for you, and you honk your horn when you see him walking, phone pressed to his ear.

He gets in, tossing his brief case in the back seat, pressing his phone to his chest. "Find some food? I could go for a burger."

Steve is very particular about what he eats, especially all American classics. He's craving something greasy probably, a nice greasy sloppy burger with salty fries and a thick shake. You're slightly pissed that you ate already, because eating again will ruin your appetite for dinner, but you wouldn't turn down the opportunity for good food, especially if Steve is going to be paying.

He wraps up his phone call just as you swing by Five Guys, parallel parking across the street from the diner. He stares at you for a moment, eyes squinted and glaring until you pull a face at him. "What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"This case is being paid for by the state, our client has no money." He says, "He's suing because of wage violations."

You shrug, settling back into your seat, not understanding his tone or expression. "So? This is easy for you."

"It's against Stark Industries."

You frown, eyebrows knit. "Oh shit."

"Yeah," His chuckle is almost nervous, pushing the car door open to get out. "Shit."

You walk across the street together, and you make a show of clinging to his arm for support. He glares down at you, but let's you, baby blue's almost welcoming your touch as he helps you across the street. Then he's shrugging you off and ushering you inside the diner.

"I'll pay," He says. "But the next one is on you."

You kiss his cheek in thanks, whispering your order in his ear and then ducking off into the ladies room, running wet fingers through your hair and swiping on a new coat of smudge proof lipstick.

Your relationship with Steve Rogers is a complicated one. There's chemistry, obvious chemistry that often leaves you flustered, just like this, but he refuses to do anything about it. In fact, you've talked about it before, the backs of your thighs pressed to his desk top as he kissed you, telling you that he couldn't, wouldn't go any farther because if his career has taught him anything at all it's that you don't shit where you eat. If word got out that you two were an item, you would be torn to shreds in the court room, all credibility out of the window, and he would be forced to fire you to save his reputation.

But it's still there, lingering in the way he looks at you and talks to you. That fire is still there, and one day it was going to consume you both.

You undo a couple buttons on your shirt and untuck it from your skirt, rolling up your sleeves and letting go for a moment, the heels you wear suffocate your feet, so you slip out of them, carrying them back out into the seating area to find Steve. He's sitting in a booth next to the window, glaring sharply at you as you walk over, your food waiting for you.

"You look like a slut."

You laugh, snatching up your milkshake as you sit, sucking the thick liquid through a straw. "No, I look like I'm not stressed out for once." You nod to him him for emphasis, his forehead wrinkled. "You should try it."

He's wearing his suit jacket still, which he quickly shrugs off and places beside him. He rolls up his sleeves as well, plucking a fry from his plate as he alternates sleeves, eyes never leaving you as he copies your current state, reaching up to undo his tie and unbutton the top of his shirt.

"Better?" He sweeps a hand through his hair, reaching for his own shake, and it makes you smile.

The sun hits his face just right, lashes looking elongated against his cheeks each time he blinks, the direct sunlight revealing a hint of green hidden in his eyes.

"Much," You reach for your burger, needing to distract yourself. "Now tell me about this guy."

"Barnes." He says, clearing his throat, talking around a mouth full of chocolate shake. "James Barnes. He's owed two weeks of pay and Stark Industries is refusing to pay it, something about the prosthetic he wears being a violation of his working contract."

"That's bullshit."

"Sure, but Stark has good lawyers." He says, fingers pinching up a bunch of fries. "He'll find a loop hole."

"So what are we going to do?" You ask, juice from your burger coats your fingers, and your chin, hands too full to wipe the mess away.

Steve regards you for a moment, takes you in as the mess you are, and his touch is gentle as he reaches over with a napkin to wipe your face. "You are going to sit in your office and dig up everything you can on Stark Industries and James Barnes. I'm going to do a bit of field work, find out who his lawyers are and how dirty they're willing to play it."

You hum, mouth full. "This is good."

He rolls his eyes, dropping the napkin and going for his own food. "I can tell, you've made a mess of yourself." There's a husk to his voice that's far too suggestive, and you do all you can to ignore it.

A part of you is worried about the case. You're never seen Steve so worked up about one before. Tony Stark is known for burning lawyers to get his way, and he pays much more than the state could ever afford to pay you to take a case. But you're determined to help out as much as you can, the case is a simple one and will go in your favor on it's own, but these kinds of people don't play far, which is why it's important to figure out what tactics they will use in the court room.

You sit there for about an hour, eating until you can't, bickering and tossing an occasional fry to get your point across. All in all Steve Rogers is good company. Some people will never get to know that, his reputation precedes him, scaring away anyone who dares to get close. But you know better. You know that there's some kind of gentleness in his hard glares, you know that he cares even despite the cold tone of his voice, his eyes warm and kind even if his jaw is set in anger.

He cares about you, more than he would ever say out loud, and you're lucky to be good at reading him. You would never know otherwise.

When you get back to the firm, Wanda is where you left her, fresh Subway on the corner of your desk, and Steve grumbles as he makes his way back into his own office, which you glare at him for. She's done a majority of her work, filing, and you feel bad to add another task to her list, but you're on a case after all, and there is urgency.

"Wanda, be a dear on fax me everything we have recorded on Stark Industries." You say, dropping your bag and once again slipping out of your heels. "Check all records, I want everything, no matter how minor."

She nods, tapping the stack of papers in front of her. "What about this?"

You shrug. "It will be there. Save it for tomorrow, you can go home after you do this last thing for me."

You can see the way her eyes light up, and you smile to yourself as she gets up to do as you asked. You settle at your desk and power on your computer, waiting for her to send the information over. In the mean time you straighten up, adding to your pile of items to shred, something else you can have Wanda do tomorrow, collecting spoiled food from the mini fridge in the corner, tossing out piling up take out trash and organizing your desk.

Steve hears the commotion, pulling open the dividing doors between your offices, and pokes his head in. "Sent her home?"

"Soon." You say, "Need me for something?"

"Not really, I just don't care to babysit."

His attitude about your assistant is understandable. Steve works in a particular way, and you've since been accustomed to making things work. Wanda only slows him down. Well, at least that's how he sees it, because she slows you down, which then slows him down. But you were new once too, just as slow an annoying as he finds Wanda, and you understand how it feels to be the new girl. She's young and a bit naive, but helpful, and you won't let Steve Rogers scare her away.

"Stop being rude," You snap. "She's trying, and she hasn't made a single mistake yet." You sigh, exhaustion setting in as you pinch your eyes. "I'm going to pull an all nighter, dig up some dirt for you."

He drums his fingers on the door, pushing it open wider. "I have some dirt to dig up on my own as well. I also need to schedule a meeting with someone, I'll be here a while."

It reminds you of when you were newer, eager to please, you would sprawl out on the floor of his office with your cheap laptop and notepad, the two of you fueled up on garbage coffee and staying up all night to prep for a case. It doesn't feel that way anymore, there is no enthusiasm because there are no risks. Steve is one of the best in the country, he's never lost a case, and you've proven yourself by being at his side for so long. But this is different. You're going up against someone with power, someone loved by the people. The risk is mild, but very much there, and it has you both anxious and on the edge of your seats again.

“I'll fish out my laptop and we can work together?" You offer, unsure of what he'll say. But his subtle nod back into his office is answer enough for you, and you watch as he spins on his heels.

"Dinner is on you."

You huff, rubbing your face, mentally preparing you for the night ahead. "Of course it is."

You send Wanda home, double checking the faxes she's sent up from records, every case Stark Industries has ever had displayed before your eyes, and you tell her to come in as soon as she can tomorrow morning.

You won't be getting any sleep tonight, so you do all you can to make yourself comfortable, fishing a pair of leggings out of the trunk of your car to change into, and ordering takeout for you and Steve to eat while you work. You power up your laptop, pushing your desk through the dividing doors to line with his, working across from each other to put together some counter argument for any bullshit Stark and his people manage to come up with.

The hidden elements you find are shocking, police officers paid to go on trial and lie, lawyers who were burned for trying to go up against Stark, judges fired and discredited for being tipped off, all real cases that the media hasn't covered. Stark has his toes dipped into every industry there is, including the media, any and all press about either him or his company is filtered through his payroll. You greedily take notes, writing down names and dates, and a few details and citations to type up later into official statements.

Steve seems to be having a hard time though, his coffee cup once again empty, his fingers laced together in his hair, eyes staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. He's trying to get dirt on Stark's lawyers, find out who is working with who, and who he can trust to get information from. But everyone has been sworn to secrecy, tipped off and paid to stay quiet. If Steve dives down the wrong path, it can trigger a chain reaction that will make it's way back to Stark, and all the work done to build a solid case against him will be for nothing.

"Steve?" Your pen taps as you wait for his eyes to meet yours. "Smoke break?"

He nods, rising far too quickly from his seat, and you follow after him, fishing a pack of cigarettes from your purse and a lighter for him.

Smoking isn't something you condone. In fact, you find it disgusting. But the nicotine rush does help you concentrate, it helps him far more than it helps you. The coffee has been enough, especially since you've had three cups of it. But after living this way for so long, after wiring your brain to work under extreme conditions, sometimes it takes the extreme to get the gears turning. For Steve, smoking is considered and extreme.

He takes it from you with a gentle thank you, fingertips brushing yours as you both step out onto the balcony. He lights a cigarette quickly, taking it between his lips, and the way he visibly relaxes scares you a bit.

You can't help it, fingers reaching to grab the collar of his shirt. The moon hits his skin just right, his eyes seeming to twinkle as he glances down at you, cigarette tucked between his fingers as he reaches up to grab your chin, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

He tastes like sugar, his lips warm as they press against your own, and your eyes flutter close at the sensation. It's scandalous, two coworkers sneaking a kiss on the balcony of the law firm they work out, concealed in darkness, but still not safe from the consequences of getting caught. It drives you further, makes you moan in his mouth as his grip adjusts to your throat, holding you in place, drawing it out of you.

Then just like that he's pulling away, forehead wresting against yours as he takes a deep breath to control himself. It's unspoken, but understood. You can't.

"Maybe we should wrap up in a few hours." You suggest, eyeing his wrist watch. "A bit of sleep will do you good."

He snorts, and you have your answer. "Leave if you want."

You both know you won't, so you share a cigarette on the balcony at three in the morning, lips tingling with the ghost feeling of his lips on yours, waiting for the sun to rise and the caffeine to leave your system so that you can refuel.

The smoke break works, Steve is lively as ever for the next couple of hours, putting together his to do list for the day, and you type up your findings for him. When the sun comes up, you go your separate ways. You go home to freshen up, and he heads out on his long trail of hunting. You text Wanda, asking when she'll be able to come in. She tells you that the metro won't be at her stop for a couple of hours, and you offer to pick her up instead. She doesn't refuse.

You shower, change clothes, style your hair, skipping out on breakfast in hopes that Wanda will want to grab something on the way.

The address she gives you is near the college campus, no doubt a dorm she shares with other people. Her hair is a little frizzy, her dress wrinkled, you notice immediately that she hadn't been prepared to come in, but you don't mention it. Instead you ask her where she wants to get breakfast, and in true college kid fashion, "Starbucks" is what she requests.

You both get muffins and coffee, and she thanks you, once again for treating her to a meal. She's starting to warm up to you, smiling more, unafraid to speak her mind. "Can I ask you something?" Her lips are wrapped around the green straw, plush and pink, and you realize how pretty she actually is, even with no effort really put into her appearance today.

"Sure." You shrug, eyes on the road ahead of you as you drive to the law firm.

"Are you and Steve dating?"

The question nearly makes you crash, you sputter for a response, cheeks flushing and breath leaving your lungs. She smiles. "It's just that the way he acts when I'm around-"

"Don't worry about him." You cut her off. "He's just old and cranky."

She smiles, but shakes her head. "I don't mind it, I've had worse. But I've noticed how protective he is over you and over his work. It seems to be the only thing he cares about."

Her words surprise you a bit, because you didn't think about it that way. You saw his mistreatment of her to be simply that, another big guy picking on a little guy. You didn't think for a second that he was just trying to protect you.

"That doesn't make it right." Is all you can say.

"I can handle myself, Y/n." She says, reminding you of a younger version on yourself. "It's the case you're taking on that you need to worry about."

For once, you see Wanda for who she really is. Not a shy timid girl who hides behind good behavior, but a law student, smart and witty, knowing when to hide behind a facade and when to actually speak her mind.

She knows something, if not about the case, then about Steve Rogers, and given the far away look in her eyes, she isn't a girl you should underestimate.

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restlesswondergirl · 6 years

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The Pros and Cons of Dating Apps. Are they right for you?

In my work as a mental health counselor and relationship consultant, I get asked a lot about my thoughts around dating apps and dating websites, and whether or not I believe they are effective in helping to form long-term meaningful and healthy relationships. I myself, as a single woman have been a member of several apps and sites for dating, and I hear stories from my friends and family about their experiences from these dating apps as well. I've recently attended several weddings for couples who met online, and have seen first hand with them how much these sites benefitted them. However, I have questioned many times whether or not these apps have been right for me, and for others that have worked with me as clients. I've personally had a mixed bag of experiences being involved with the apps for dating, and I do have a lot of thoughts, questions and concerns around this form of dating.

Overall, technology is a big part of our lives nowadays. Not just with dating apps, but in how we communicate with each other in all our relationships. Living in San Francisco, the technology is even more a part of my day to day. We are surrounded by tech companies here, and almost every service or idea has been turned into an app to use. Our whole social interaction culture has been transformed by the tech industries, and continues to transform as the technological advances continue to transpire. Technology is never consistent in our world, and we are becoming more and more high tech each and every day. I think it leaves some of us feeling a bit empty, and reminiscing on the good ole days before we were so "connected". That is connected with our tech, but are we really so connected with each other compared to years before? Are these dating apps, and ways of communicating really contributing to making things more efficient and successful in our relationships? Or are they hindering us in making and maintaining authentic connections with others? There are clearly pros and cons to everything, and there is a lot of debate around what those pros and cons are with our tech world today.

With dating specifically, I have outlined my thoughts below on the pros and cons of these apps and our tech that aid in the dating process, and what I believe needs to be considered when we are figuring out whether or not these methods are right for us.

PROS:

1. When in-person interactions are difficult for you to initiate or commit to...

For those introverts out there, or those who consider themselves shy, maybe those with social anxiety, or those who just don't enjoy partaking in social activities - I can see the apps being useful in connecting with people that you otherwise would not have the opportunity to cross paths with from traditional in-person social activities since that is not your norm. The apps can maybe help those with social anxiety gain more confidence in putting themselves out there socially online instead of the pressure of in-person interactions. Online interactions demand less effort from us, so on one hand this can be a low-pressure environment for those who have anxiety in social settings.

Additionally for those who work long hours, or are in school, it may be difficult to get out and be social as much as someone with more time on their hands. When I was in grad school, it was helpful to have the sites as I was not going out a lot and meeting new people. If anything, my social time was restricted to people already in my life, doing more low-key comfortable activities that did not invite space for meeting other people. I would make time for the dates, but was not usually planning to go out and meet new people during my normal weekly routine as I had to study whenever possible. The apps were helpful in that I could connect online first, in an easy and effortless way, without needing to rearrange my life, I then could feel it out and make the plans to meet up in a way that fit into my current busy schedule if I felt that there was potential there.

2. Ability to clearly state some of your needs and desires on your profile...

While it's not always acknowledged and considered as a perk of this technology, the profile space is a great way to put out very directly what you are looking for in a partner. It also is a space for you to write out some of your hobbies and interests so that it's easier for potential partners to determine compatibility level. It allows for a very practical approach if you are wanting to take advantage of it, however not everyone does because they are very concerned with how their profile appears to others, and whether or not being so direct and honest here will get the "likes" that feed into their self-esteem. They are not always thinking if it is attracting the RIGHT others based on what's written there, and are instead more so concerned about their "brand image" and the NUMBER of likes/swipes/interest that they receive. But I'll go into that a bit more below in the cons section...

As the pro here - if you are wanting a practical way to connect, and wanting to know upfront some of what you would be getting into, this may be helpful. Some people skip over this when looking at other profiles, by just swiping right based on a picture alone, however you can learn a lot from the profile and with other aspects of the app (the screening questions you can fill out for more match information on Ok Cupid for example) aside from the pictures- so it is highly encouraged for this to be considered. Especially for some specific needs and preferences, like sexual orientation and sexual preferences (Kink, BDSM, etc.), or even religious values that are important to you in a mate - this space can create an easier way for establishing clear expectations, communication, and compatibility around certain activities.

3. A recent article entitled "Modern Love" from the August 18th 2018 issue of The Economist publication has stated the following PROS based in research...

"Digital dating offers better outcomes. Research has found that marriages in America between people who meet online are likely to last longer; such couples profess to be happier than those who met offline"

"It's a plus for those with very particular requirements. Jdate allows daters to filter out matches who would not consider converting to Judaism, for instance"

"70% of gay people meet their partners online. The searchable spectrum of sexual diversity is a boon: more people can find the intimacy they seek"

"Evidence suggests that the internet is boosting interracial marriages by bypassing homogenous social groups."

4. What others had to say about the PROS of dating via apps and online...

"Feeling free with it, ability to message people without restrictions. Also I really liked the screening questions on Ok Cupid where they rated our compatibility. It made it easier to determine"

"As a female, I think Bumble is great because I can message them and avoid the creepy messages like on the other sites. I have the control here and can get a better feel if they're actually interested"

"Generally my experience with dating apps has been good, it's good to meet people you may never cross paths with on your day to day routine. Between work, school and family there isn't much time left simply to hang out at stereotypical dating spots to meet people organically"

"If it doesn't work out, there are others on there. If someone doesn't respond or match with you back, it's not as harsh as it would be if in-person"

CONS:

1. Absence of body language and in-person energy...

A lot of the magic of meeting someone is through the in-person connection - the natural energy and chemistry that's there between the two people, and the body language that's part of the communication. Through the apps, it relies solely on your written, verbal communication, and attraction based on still photographs that do not capture the full depth of a person's being and attractiveness. Have you ever had a crush on someone based on their personality and mannerisms, and energy that they gave off? I'm sure you have, where seeing a picture of them and brief description wouldn't cut it. There are also people who are not the best at communicating with their words. The apps do not cater to these factors. Of course after the first date with this person, you can notice whether or not you two are a good match in those ways, but the app doesn't factor that into the initial part of the attraction process. The matches and attraction then is catered to those who show up a certain way in their pictures and writing, which leaves out a lot of people, not giving everyone the fair chance. Additionally, communication through text messaging and messaging through the apps leaves out emotion and tone. It is easy to misunderstand the other in these forms of communication, especially when you are just starting to get to know someone. Once you know them better, it's easier to gather their intentions through text and direct messaging. We all have a pretty good idea with our friends and family on what they are intending when they send messages our way, we can picture their tone of voice, and have a better security within the conversation, however with new people, texting and messaging can be a little less clear at first. If a lot of the relationship development is done through this method of communication, in my opinion a lot can be lost in translation. A lot of assumptions can be made, and a lot can go unsaid or unnoticed.

2. Easy to avoid your deep-seated emotional issues...

So as I mentioned earlier, some people may rely on this matching process as a way to improve their self-esteem and boost their ego. The more likes you get online, or matches you have, the more attractive you are right? The more popular you are and choices you have right? So in this case you must be feeling great! For some, they may feel more "secure" the more likes and matches they have. But this may be a false sense of security, and may reinforce staying in this bubble, and prevent the person from moving beyond it for a deeper, more authentic connection. In this case, it may be addicting to stay at that high of feeling powerful and special from all the swiping and matches. It becomes a game to figure out for ultimate power and control. If you add a specific type of photo or caption in the profile, maybe you will get more likes, and therefore you WIN! at least there is a short lived feeling of winning a game. If you don't feel that self-validation often in other places of your life or within yourself, this can be very alluring. However, why are you so reliant on this validation? Are those connections/matches real at this point? Do they define you and your self-worth? Someone likes your picture or your profile, but do they really know you? Are they true relationship material? Do you think you two will actually be compatible and have what it takes to build a deeper connection? For some, they may not be confident in their abilities to form that deeper connection, or there may be a lot of FEAR in taking the next steps for that. There may be a lot of insecurity that leads them to rely on those likes/matches for the validation. If this sounds familiar - What is leading you to feel this way? And is online dating really the healthiest modality for you to be a part of in addressing these underlying issues? I do not think so. Someone who does not have this strong sense of self, and who is so heavily reliant on external validation, inclusive of these apps, are ultimately going to be left with a continued feeling of emptiness when it comes to their sense of self, and left with no sense of internal validation or confidence. Feeling confident and strong in yourself ultimately leads to a stronger relationship with others. One needs to be secure in their worth, their needs, and their desires in order to find the right person to accommodate that and in order to communicate those things within a relationship.

3. Easy to avoid direct communication...

It is always easier to avoid directly communicating with others when it's not face to face. Overall - the apps and the texting communication world we live in allows for communication avoidance in many ways. Confrontation is difficult for some, and these apps allow some a sense of anonymity that is easy to fall back into if you are never wanting to see the person again. There have been many times where I go on a first date with someone, and then never hear from them again. We aren't normally in the same social circles, we do not have a schedule where we would normally cross paths, so the only route to communication is through the app or through our phone numbers if we exchanged them. It is very easy with this technology to "ghost" the other individual by not responding or never reach out to them again if we aren't feeling the connection. There is no pressure to face them again in-person and explain ourselves and our feelings. This sounds great on one hand, but is it really fair to the other individual who invested some time and effort into the interaction? What's the big deal in directly addressing what didn't work out, or just simply saying "I don't see this going forward from here, great going out and meeting you". Why is it so hard to just say ANYTHING at all?

Direct communication can be avoided in multiple ways, however the most common one I see and hear about is the "ghosting" epidemic we are now in. These people you are meeting on the apps are not just items you are looking for and purchasing on Amazon. We are starting to treat the people we date like that, like objects for online purchase. Trying them out and if they don’t work out just returning them to the site, forgetting about them and moving on. However these are real people with real lives with valuable time and money and emotional vulnerability that they are investing in going out on dates with you, and we owe it to them to be mature enough to break things off directly. It can be as simple as, “hey it’s been really fun hanging out but I don’t think I can see us dating long term” If they ask why you can tell them some concerns around the chemistry, compatibility etc. it is OKAY to be honest, and do it in a way that’s mature and not damaging towards the other person. We cannot control another person's reaction, and that may be difficult to see in response to what we are communicating, however in my opinion, in order to build authentic and trusting relationships going forward, we owe it to others to be honest and genuine. It is also a way to practice direct communication that will come in handy in other aspects of your life.

Bottom line is humans deserve respect. Blowing them off after investing time together is just plain rude. And it leaves unresolved questions of what happened. Being ghosted leads to a fear of this happening again. A fear of getting close with someone and then them disappearing with no explanation. Leaving us feeling insecure and vulnerable. Feeling a distrust in the process going forward and that the closer we get, the more the chance someone will vanish out of thin air. Ghosting creates more and more insecure attachment issues (from a psychological standpoint). Ghosting is cowardly in my opinion - It is done out of fear, so it’s good to address that fear head on and see how well ghosting addresses that underlying issue. In this case, you are therefore taking out your own personal issues on others, effecting them in a negative way because you are afraid to face your problems directly. Even if it’s become the norm we have to change it. No one likes being ghosted. They just don’t. So what can those fears be? - Are you terrified of rejection? Well then let’s take a deeper look at how to build up your self-esteem more without relying on that external validation of dating, where you can expect that sometimes rejection happens and it doesn't have to always be a personal attack on your self-esteem. It happens where some people just don’t match. Some people won’t like you and vice versa, but it does not mean there is something wrong with you. Being afraid of hearing a rejection directly, or being afraid of giving that rejection directly due to fear of hurting someone too badly, or out of guilt of not liking the person on the same level is avoidance at it's finest. Not telling them the truth is doing them a disservice. They will never know if you liked them back. They will be set on the times when things were good and be shocked in what happened. They will make assumptions and possibly internalize what has happened to create more fear going forward. Ghosting is avoiding the realities of life, and creates a never ending cycle of fear, which ultimately helps no one. Maybe you went too quickly in the relationship and regret it but can’t face that regret? Maybe you thought you were wanting a relationship, but realize that it's not what you want with this person, but you assume that's what they want with you and don't want to let them down after you mislead them? Overall, It is never a good idea to act out of fear or avoidance as the personal problem within yourself will become a problem on a greater level, projecting the fear onto others.

4. Easy to become addicted to attention...

As we already mentioned, a person can become very addicted to the attention they receive from the apps and figure out a way to play a game with the system, to boost more matches and likes, and therefore become reliant on the high of feeling powerful and special. It's mostly people without a secure sense of themselves and low self-esteem that fall most vulnerable to this, and people with this insecure attachment style - those with a deep fear of getting closer with others.

5. A recent article entitled "Modern Love" from the August 18th 2018 issue of The Economist publication has stated the following CONS based in research...

"Negative emotions about body image has amplified"

"Digital dating has been linked to depression"

"10% of all newly created dating profiles do not belong to real people"

"daters are more likely to choose partners like themselves" and it's easier with the filter options available for searching

coders and algorithms from the few companies out there have a lot of control on who is matched and why. They determine who sees who, giving them a lot of power in who you see while swiping.

"on Tantan, a Chinese app, men express interest in 60% of women they see, but women are interested in just 6% of men; this dynamic means that 5% of men never receive a match"

6. What others had to say about the CONS of dating via apps and online...

"on most apps/sites there are a bunch of creepy messages, and people who will outwardly show no respect in how they address you. Only commenting on my photos and making sexual advances without even asking whether that's what I want from here or not. They don't hold back."

"the fear that some people have is being cat-fished. That fear leads to the most random and intrusive requests to ensure they are getting the person advertised as if they are buying a product on Amazon! Why are you asking me my dimensions and you would like to see a 365 digital image? Especially if you have full body pics posted. If you want to see me in these ways before we meet maybe online dating is not for you. It is a huge turn off to women to be asked very personal questions and for more detailed photos even before you meet up."

"I'm worried about co-workers or others seeing my profile online, and finding out details that I don't want them to know. For instance, I'm a recovering alcoholic who prefers to date sober people. I want to put something out on my profile about that, but I don't want others to know that. Additionally, I identify as bi-sexual and am not out to certain others in my life about it"

"you may miss someone who would be an ideal match but you have to find them in the flood of 'heys' and 'whats up' which often lead to an abundance of time wasters. it is difficult to decipher who is on there for monogamous relationships or for hookups. dating apps are supposed to make it easier, but often times it feels like much more work than it's worth"

**Now here's the thing... this technology and the dating apps are not going anywhere. With these pros and cons in mind, this calls for some deeper exploration and preparation to see whether these apps are right for us, and how to navigate them in a smart way. So if we are wanting to be involved, or if we find that we have no other choice to be involved in some of it, what can we do to make sure we are sticking to what's right for us? How can we make the best of it, even given the cons that are out there? Below is my advice on this...

1 - Set your expectations differently...

Know what to look for in setting yourself up for more success and happiness with the process. Know what you are looking for in a partner, and what questions to ask or information to look for on the profile to get that. If their profile clearly states that they are looking for an open relationship but you are wanting something more monogamous and long-term, DO NOT SWIPE RIGHT!! and feel confident in that decision.

Also expect that the person on the other end may not be completely upfront and authentic with their profile, so asking direct questions may be more necessary to get what you're needing. Putting information out there in a more direct way may get you less likes from those who are not ready for that, but that's okay since they may not be ready for the same authenticity you are just yet - meaning they are not compatible with you right now. If you are looking for something more casual and not about that, put that out there so that you are not misinforming anyone else.

Expecting that others may be dating other people while dating you, or may continue to swipe may be something as well. If that is something you want to avoid - then state that clearly on your profile or in conversation directly with the other person.

If you are looking for more in-person or phone call conversations to get to know the person, then suggest that, but expect that in this is a texting day and age, not everyone will be as down for that. If not, then move on to someone who would be.

The whole purpose of dating is to find someone to be compatible with your needs, whatever those needs are, not just making yourself attractive to others with their needs, or to get "likes" or "matches" for attention. Being true to your needs and desires, and putting it out there for others is something you need to be able to feel more security around, no matter the response. Sometimes compromise is necessary in a relationship, but it's important to reflect upon what is a non-negotiable and what can be more flexible.

If getting a certain amount of likes or matches results in effecting your self-esteem and ego negatively, even if you were true to yourself, then I believe there is more self-reflection to do around those concerns before moving forward with the dating process.

2 - Check in with yourself - your emotions, insecurities, etc...

What are your intentions and needs and how is your current activity with the apps and sites serving you in positive ways around these things? How is the app helping you to communicate this to others? How is your communication outside of the app (texting, in person activities together, etc.) all helping or hindering this process of getting to know one another?

What behaviors or mindsets may need to change?

For instance - are you swiping late at night when you're feeling bored or lonely? If so maybe those feelings need to be addressed in different ways, on a deeper level, to truly console them and move to the solutions you really need, as swiping out of boredom will not solve this. True feelings of loneliness cannot be solved by quick connections online with others, it takes more time and effort to fill those gaps. And sometimes it means working on the relationships you already have in your life, including your relationship with yourself, a bit more in filling some of that. There are people that have so many friends and family members, and even plenty of romantic suitors, that we may assume will never feel alone, however they still feel lonely for some reason - why is that? That is something for each person feeling this way to explore on an individual basis. You can be connected with someone, but not TRULY connect. There can be issues in the communication and the intimacy that need to be resolved. So while continuing to swipe and meet new people can be helpful in some ways, true connection is a lot deeper than swiping and exchanging information, and if there are barriers to you getting to that deeper level, it will never get better in any relationship until you address those barriers head on. Process this a bit more extensively so that a negative pattern does not continue. Journal about it, see a therapist, confide in a friend, go on long walks to self reflect - whatever you have to do! but do it. it's worth it in building long term, deeper, more authentic relationships.

Do you ever go on an awesome first date with someone you met on the app, yet you still find the need, or even out of habit you continue swiping and looking for more options? Why do you think you do this? What purpose does it serve? Is it out of fear, insecurity, boredom? Or maybe you are non-monogamous in nature and should be stating this on your dating profile and filters? These are important feelings and behaviors to pay attention to if you truly are serious about connecting with someone else in a partnership long-term. Otherwise some of these hidden feelings may come out later to negatively effect your relationships.

What rules are we sticking to? We all are brought up with internalized narratives about the world, others, and ourselves that effect all that we do. We especially have all learned societal rules around dating. Are they practical in getting what we really want and need out of a relationship? Are they practical in building the foundations for an authentic relationship ? Recently, I faced this with myself. I was dating someone who drifted off from contacting me. I was unclear to what his interests were in moving forward. In my mind, like a broken record, I kept thinking "the guy always needs to initiate the conversation", "don't be too eager at first, or ask too many questions at first because then I will come off as a clingy girl and scare him away". Later I realized, listening to these thoughts prevented me from acting authentically as myself, and kept me in this negative cycle of playing a superficial role, and playing a win-lose game with this guy. Truthfully, I did not care to win or lose here, I just wanted to build an authentic relationship going forward and find out directly what was going on. If he wasn't interested anymore, I felt that I deserved to know so that I could move on. If more frequent communication was important to me in building a relationship, I had a right to put it out there and see if he was on the same page. All of these things are important to openly speak out about in building an authentic relationship with others. However, too often we silence ourselves, and direct communication in relationships about our needs, or asking what's on the mind of others to make sure we are on the same page becomes very taboo. I want to encourage people to fight against that mentality and do what works best for them AUTHENTICALLY; what aligns best with their identity.

3. Be you, be true, be direct...

Make your profile and search authentic to who you are. Be direct in your needs and set boundaries when you feel the need to (do not send nudes or body dimensions if you feel uncomfortable, do not meet at a bar if you don't feel comfortable there)

4. Feeling overwhelmed with the inflow of messages or options? give yourself a limit for screen time with the app each day or week...

Focus on one person at a time or limit yourself to only a small amount at a time for messaging, dating etc. If you are messaging and dating more than one person at a time ask yourself why that is and if that's truly the best route for you in deepening connections with someone new. If you are spending hours a day on the site, also ask how productive that is in balancing the rest of your life.

5. Remember you cannot find out everything about someone via online/technological modalities. Sometimes in-person is necessary to move things along…

You will have to meet in person eventually to figure out whether it’s a go or not in moving the relationship further. You cannot get all the information you need from a person by simply relying on the dating app profile or messages via your phone or computer. You may need to go out of your comfort zone to meet the person in real life. And you have to expect that the in person interaction may change things. Not everyone who connects online will connect in person. And compatibility is only one part of the equation, chemistry is needed as well.

**IN CONCLUSION, it takes a lot of work on understanding who you are as a person, what you believe in, what you're interests are, and what your needs are in moving forward with a strong, healthy relationship.

Apps can help boost the efficiency of the matching process if we set our expectations right and are aware of what to reflect more deeply on.

I wish everyone the best on their dating journeys! May the happy relationships blossom from here! Message or comment if you have any thoughts or questions :)

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