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colouredbyd · 2 months ago

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Caught In The Web

🕸️ spiderman au: remus lupin x fem!potter!reader

synopsis : when your fascination with Spiderman pulls you into danger, secrets unravel and hidden truths emerge. with Regulus as your reluctant partner in crime and your brother's best friend Remus concealing more than he admits, you start to realize that heroes are often closer than they seem, and maybe falling for a masked vigilante is not as impossible as it seems.

warnings: scenes of violence, armed robbery, mentions of guns, and being held hostage. (contains best friend regulus x reader, and potter reader. takes place in modern au)

w/c: 10k

a/n: part 2 is very much sitting in my drafts, though im not sure if I should leave it as it is or go ahead and post it, anyways tell me what u guys think of this au; spiderman x marauders? <3

part 2 masterlist

Growing up as James Potter's younger sister meant you were no stranger to trouble.

Chaos was threaded through your life like gold through a tapestry, glittering and inevitable. With Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew always trailing in his wake, and Remus Lupin lingering at the edges with soft smiles and quiet observations, it seemed like madness followed them all like a shadow.

You were swept up in it, unbothered and bright-eyed, your laughter ringing through the corridors of your childhood like birdsong. You were sunshine personified—always too loud, too eager, too full of light for a world that often thrived in shadows.

But it wasn’t the Marauders you spent your days with—it was Regulus Black, your best friend since you were old enough to talk back.

He was everything you were not. Quiet and sharp-edged, with eyes like winter and a heart that guarded its secrets like treasures locked away. Where you ran headfirst into chaos with a grin and a reckless sort of joy, Regulus moved with precision, watching the world from behind careful eyes. He was your partner in crime, your voice of reason when your curiosity dragged you into the impossible. He would sigh when you convinced him to climb rooftops just to watch the sun set over the city or sneak into dusty libraries long after closing hours. And yet, he always followed. Like a shadow, tethered and unyielding.

The two of you shared nearly everything—late-night study sessions, whispered secrets under streetlights, the hushed longing for something more.

Hogwarts University was a sprawling place of ivy-covered walls and grand lecture halls, a city within a city where knowledge felt like magic and the air buzzed with the promise of something just out of reach. There, James reigned supreme, flanked by Sirius, Remus, and Peter. You were always trailing a few steps behind, sometimes with Regulus at your side, sometimes running off to your own adventures, much to your brother's dismay.

The others never quite understood it. James, loud and brash with a grin that could split the sky, would ruffle your hair and shake his head whenever he caught sight of you and Regulus slipping off to the quieter parts of the city.

“Little Black and Little Potter,” Sirius would call out with a bark of laughter, his arm slung around James's shoulders. Peter would snicker, trailing behind them like a second thought, while Remus would simply watch with that thoughtful gaze of his, eyes softening just a bit when they landed on you. You could feel the flutter of it in your chest whenever he did, the secret you kept locked away even from yourself.

James was impossibly protective, always stepping in front of you when the Marauders planned their latest bout of mischief, shielding you from their chaos even though you would have gladly thrown yourself into it. “Not my sister,” he’d say, his voice all mock seriousness as he wagged a finger at Sirius. “I’d like her to survive at least ‘til next week.” But it was all in good fun, and you knew it. They all did. And you loved them for it.

But it was always Regulus you ran back to. Regulus with his steady hands and eyes that saw too much. Regulus who never flinched when you dragged him into the sunlight, who never complained when you filled the silences with your endless chatter. Regulus who stood beside you like a shadow, constant and unyielding, even when the world felt like it was spinning off its axis.

And right now, nothing captured your attention more than the mysterious new hero swinging through the city's skyline: Spiderman.

The first time you saw him, it was like the world had stopped breathing. You had been perched on the edge of the clock tower with Regulus, the city stretched out beneath you like something infinite and aching. He was just a flicker at first, a ripple of red and blue against the skyline, and then he was there—soaring between buildings with a confidence that stole the breath from your lungs. His movements were fluid and impossibly graceful, like he was born to do this, like gravity was something he could bend with a mere flick of his wrist.

You watched, mesmerized, as he swept across the horizon, casting webs that glimmered silver in the dying light. He moved with a kind of reckless bravery that you had only ever dreamed of, fearless and untethered, carving out a path through the sky as if the city belonged to him. He landed on a rooftop across from you for the briefest moment, silhouetted against the setting sun, and your heart stumbled in your chest.

In that instant, you knew he was different. More than just a hero with a mask—he was freedom and rebellion, a flicker of color against a backdrop of gray. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until he leapt again, swinging away in a perfect arc that left you reeling, your hands clutching the edge of the clock tower as if it were the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

From that day on, you were hooked, and Regulus—despite his many protests—was dragged right along with you. Searching for Spiderman became your newest obsession. Late-night ventures through the twisting streets of the city, sneaking out to rooftops just to catch a glimpse of him, following the echo of sirens in hopes of seeing him in action. Regulus would sigh and complain, but he never truly said no, his footsteps always right behind yours, his hands always catching your arm when you got too close to the edge.

You spoke of him with stars in your eyes, scribbling bits of information in your notebooks, theories stacked on top of theories about who he could be. And Regulus would listen, his gaze steady and unyielding, a faint hint of amusement ghosting over his expression. He never understood your fascination with the masked hero, but he never tried to dull it either. And if he ever caught you mumbling about how magical it would be just to have Spiderman greet you, he never said a word. He just let you dream, like he always did.

Your thoughts still danced in the sky long after Spiderman had vanished into the twilight. The image of him soaring between buildings lingered, vivid and unyielding, painted in hues of crimson and cobalt against the fading sun. You could still see the graceful arc of his body suspended in mid-air, the confident ease with which he defied gravity, cutting through the city skyline as if it were made for him alone. It left your heart fluttering with a reckless kind of hope, one that nestled itself stubbornly beneath your ribs and refused to fade.

Professor Slughorn’s lecture washed over you like distant waves, his voice a muffled hum that barely touched the edge of your awareness. He droned on about magical theory—something about enchanted architecture and its influence on structural integrity—but his words spilled into the room like static, incomprehensible and far away. Hogwarts University’s lecture hall was filled to the brim, rows upon rows of students scribbling diligently, their quills scratching parchment with the kind of dedication you should have mirrored. But your mind was elsewhere, carried away by the memory of Spiderman's silhouette against the dusk, the way he seemed to belong to the sky more than the ground.

Your fingers traced absent-minded circles in the margins of your notebook, looping over and over again until the page was littered with spirals and half-formed stars. Your gaze wandered to the tall, arched windows lining the hall, where the city sprawled out like a living, breathing thing. Skyscrapers rose proudly against the horizon, their glass façades glimmering with the reflection of clouds that drifted lazily overhead. Smoke curled from distant chimneys, winding into the air like silver threads, and you wondered, not for the first time, if Spiderman was out there now, hidden somewhere between the towers, watching the world from a height only he could reach.

Beside you, Regulus sat with his usual air of collected indifference, his pen tapping rhythmically against his notebook. The sound was soft, measured, almost hypnotic. He leaned back in his chair with the ease of someone entirely unbothered by the demands of academia, his expression impassive save for the occasional flicker of exasperation when you sighed too loudly or drifted too far into your own thoughts. He had already filled half a page with notes written in his sharp, meticulous handwriting, and when he glanced your way, there was a familiar glint of judgment in his eyes, tempered only by the faintest hint of amusement.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he murmured, his voice low enough to keep Slughorn’s droning monologue from faltering.

You blinked, dragging your gaze back to the present. “What thing?”

“That thing where you stare out the window like you’re in the middle of a dramatic music video,” he replied, arching a brow. His pen tapped twice more before he set it down, folding his hands neatly atop his notebook. “Are you even listening?”

You glanced down at your own notes—or rather, the lack thereof. Spirals and stars grinned up at you, evidence of your distraction. You offered him a sheepish smile. “Of course I’m listening,” you lied, stuffing your notebook into your bag as if to hide the evidence. “I just… got a little distracted.”

Regulus snorted, the sound soft but distinctly unimpressed. “By Spiderman, I presume?”

Before you could answer, the sharp ring of the bell cut through the air, shattering the half-silence that had settled over the room. Students stirred from their seats, chairs scraping back against the stone floor as parchment and quills were hastily gathered. Slughorn gave one last booming reminder about the essay due next week, but his voice was already drowned out by the rising hum of conversation and shuffling footsteps.

You jumped, blinking back to reality as you scrambled to stuff your belongings into your bag. Your notes crumpled at the edges, your pen nearly slipped from your grasp, and you cursed under your breath when a stack of parchment toppled to the floor. Regulus watched with the kind of dispassionate patience only he could manage, his coat already buttoned, his scarf looped neatly around his neck. He stood with hands tucked into his pockets, gaze drifting lazily over the room as if entirely unaffected by the rush to leave.

He didn’t say a word as you fumbled with your things, just waited, his eyes half-lidded and unreadable. When you finally straightened, breathless and flushed from your own haste, he gave a slow blink and raised a brow. “Ready?”

“Always,” you replied, smoothing the front of your coat with a quick swipe of your hands. Regulus’s mouth twitched, almost a smile, but it faded before it could fully form.

You followed him out of the lecture hall, footsteps weaving through the crowd, your thoughts already slipping back to the sky. The memory of Spiderman’s silhouette, so effortless and sure, settled quietly in your chest like a secret waiting to be uncovered. A flicker of excitement skittered down your spine, unspoken and full of promise.

You didn’t know it then, but that flicker was only the beginning.

As you made your way through the crowded corridor, the air buzzed with voices, a lively symphony of laughter and hurried footsteps. The chatter spilled around you like sunlight filtering through leaves, warm and bright and full of life. You spotted Sirius first, his unmistakable laugh slicing through the noise like a sharp bell. His grin was wide, magnetic, the kind that pulled people in without effort. James was close by, his presence commanding the space with an easy confidence, every movement charged with the kind of energy that made him impossible to ignore. Behind them, Remus lingered quietly, a steady shadow as he half-listened to Peter’s rambling tale of yet another ill-fated potion experiment. The others might have seen failure, but you only caught the way Remus’s lips twitched with quiet amusement, his eyes always searching, always watching.

James’s gaze landed on you and Regulus first. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, sharp and calculating. Without hesitation, he nudged Sirius, who met his glance with a wolfish grin that promised mischief.

“Oh, look,” Sirius drawled, voice dripping with playful sarcasm, eyes glittering with amusement. “It’s Little Black and Little Potter. Off on another one of your secret rendezvous?”

You scoffed, letting a smile tug at the corners of your lips as you rolled your eyes in mock exasperation. “It’s just class, Sirius. Some of us actually go to them.”

James stepped closer to Regulus, his body language subtly possessive as if drawing an invisible line between you. His eyes locked onto Regulus’s with something sharp and protective. “Not my sister, Reg. I don’t care how many years you’ve been stuck to her like glue. Just—” He waved a hand dismissively, a silent but firm warning.

Regulus’s face remained perfectly impassive, unreadable like a still lake reflecting a stormy sky. Yet beneath his calm exterior, you sensed a flicker of tension tightening his shoulders. He said nothing, but his gaze met yours for a brief moment—steady, inscrutable, as if silently asking whether you understood the unspoken warning.

Sirius threw back his head and laughed, the sound warm and contagious. He clapped James on the back with a careless ease. “Relax, mate. Little Black wouldn’t know what to do with your sunshine of a sister even if she came with an instruction manual.”

James muttered the words again, softer this time, the conviction in his voice less certain. “Not my sister.” But even as he spoke, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, as if he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else that Regulus would never cross that line.

You stood between them, the familiar tension weaving itself quietly into the spaces between words. The corridors of Hogwarts University felt smaller in that moment, crowded with more than just students—laden with history, unspoken rules, and the fragile threads of loyalty and rivalry tangled like vines around your heart.

You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Remus, who was watching the whole exchange with that familiar, gentle curiosity. When your eyes met his, he gave a small, soft smile that sent warmth spilling into your chest. You swallowed, cheeks heating up, and immediately looked away, hoping no one noticed.

Peter’s grin spread wide as he nudged you playfully. “Oi,” he said, voice light and teasing, “what’s got Little Potter blushing like that? What could you possibly be into these days?”

Regulus let out a low noise from the back of his throat, something between annoyance and quiet disapproval. “Whatever it is, it’s been keeping her busy. Always going on about her latest obsession.”

You shot him a sharp look and jabbed his shoulder gently. “I’m just… busy lately. You know, important stuff. Going on missions.”

Sirius’s eyebrows arched high, his curiosity clearly piqued. “Missions?”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. Your words tumbled out in a rush, carried on a wave of excitement you barely tried to suppress. “Spiderman! I’ve been trying to figure out who he is. He’s incredible. The way he moves through the city like he owns the sky, fearless and unstoppable. Imagine having that kind of courage. I swear, one day he’s going to notice me, and it’ll be—”

Remus choked on air, eyes widening in surprise. Peter shot him a quick sideways glance before turning back to you with a smirk. “You’re chasing Spiderman?”

James’s face flickered with panic as he stepped closer, hands resting firmly on your shoulders. “No. Absolutely not. You are not chasing after some masked vigilante, understood? It’s dangerous.”

Sirius was nearly doubled over in laughter now, tears gleaming at the corners of his eyes. “Oh, this is priceless. Little Potter and Spiderman, huh? What a pair. James, your sister’s got a crush on the city’s resident spider.”

“I do not!” you blurted, though your cheeks flamed bright with heat. “It’s not like that. He’s just—he’s fascinating. Brave. And—”

“No,” James cut in, eyes flashing as he glanced at Remus, who had grown suspiciously silent. “You’re staying out of it. Leave the masked weirdos to someone else.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, but Regulus said nothing. His gaze met yours with a pointed look that said, I told you so.

Yet none of it mattered. Spiderman was out there somewhere, weaving his path through the city’s shadows, a flicker of light and mystery in the endless dusk. No teasing from your brother or his friends could dim the spark of fascination burning inside you, the reckless hope that you might one day uncover the truth behind the mask.

By the time the evening sun dipped beneath the jagged skyline of the city, you and Regulus found yourselves sprawled across your bed, tangled in blankets and scattered notes. The air smelled faintly of parchment and ink, mingling with the remnants of jasmine from the open window. Your room was a disaster zone of theories and possibilities, the walls plastered with pinned-up newspaper clippings and hastily scribbled notes, strings of red yarn crisscrossing between thumbtacks as if you were mapping out the very veins of the city. Drawings of Spiderman—some half-finished, others smudged from your restless hands—lay in piles at the foot of your bed, surrounded by stacks of books and crumpled bits of parchment.

Regulus lay with his head propped up on your pillows, one arm folded behind his head, the other holding up a piece of paper he’d plucked from the mess. He scanned it with mild interest, eyebrows raised. “You’ve really gone mental, you know that?” he muttered, tossing the page back onto the pile. It was a half-drawn sketch of Spiderman swinging between two towers, his silhouette dark against the backdrop of city lights.

You ignored his remark, flopping onto your stomach and rummaging through the chaos until you found the stack of notes you’d been compiling for weeks. “Look,” you said breathlessly, waving the papers in his direction. “I’ve been tracking all of Spiderman’s appearances and every major crime in the city for the past month and a half. It’s all connected.”

Regulus glanced over, unamused. “You’re a conspiracy theorist now?”

You rolled your eyes, spreading the notes out across the bedspread like a deck of cards. “No, I’m observant. There’s a pattern. He always shows up near the docks when there’s smuggling, and last week, when that jewelry store got hit, he was spotted less than five minutes after the alarms went off. He knows, Regulus. He knows before the police even do.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Or he just listens to the bloody sirens like everyone else.”

You sat up, eyes gleaming with a kind of determination that made Regulus sigh deeply, already anticipating whatever wild plan you were about to conjure. “No, listen. The last three robberies? All within a ten-block radius of the west side. And each one was a step closer to that electronics shop on Fifth.” You leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper, as if the very walls might hear you. “It’s going to happen tonight.”

Regulus blinked slowly, staring at you like you’d just announced you were running for Minister of Magic. “Y/N, you can’t predict a robbery. That’s… not how it works.”

You grinned, something wild and reckless sparking in your eyes. “I can if I know what to look for.” Your hands moved frantically, spreading out papers and pointing to circled dates and scribbled times. “Look! Every Thursday for the past month, some shop’s been hit. And they’re always in the same area. Tonight’s Thursday, and the electronics store just got a new shipment. It’s practically a beacon.”

Regulus groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You’re absolutely barking mad.”

But you were already moving, shoving papers into your bag and tossing him his coat, which he caught with a scowl. “We have to go. If I’m right, Spiderman will show up, and we can finally see him in action up close. Real proof.”

He raised an eyebrow, still clutching his coat but making no move to stand. “You want to go watch a robbery?”

You paused, hands on your hips, eyes bright with excitement. “Not watch a robbery. Watch Spiderman stop one. Come on, Reg, it’s the perfect chance. If we get close enough, we might even get to see him in action. Up close, like... right there.”

Regulus sat up straight, shaking his head with immediate disapproval. “Absolutely not. We’re not getting close. If—and that’s a massive if—we’re going, we’re watching from the other side of the street. Far away. Preferably behind something solid.”

You groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the mattress. “What’s the point of going if we can’t even see him properly?”

Regulus’s expression flattened, and he let out a long, suffering sigh.

He replied coolly, folding his arms. “We watch from a distance, or we don’t go at all.”

A pout settled on your lips, but you didn’t argue. Not yet, anyway. Instead, you slipped off the bed and started rummaging through your closet, shoving aside piles of jumpers and old textbooks until you unearthed a neatly folded bundle. You pulled it out triumphantly—a pair of oversized black hoodies and two plain face masks.

Regulus stared at them with a raised eyebrow. “You’re joking.”

You shook your head, tossing one of each onto his lap. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. Come on, it’ll be fun. Think of it like… role-playing.”

“Role-playing,” he repeated flatly. “Y/N, I’m not dressing up like your partner in crime.”

“You literally are,” you shot back, already pulling the hoodie over your head. It was slightly too big, the sleeves flopping over your hands, but you didn’t mind. It added to the charm. “Besides, it’s not like we’re robbing the place. We’re just… observing.”

He didn’t move for a long moment, his gaze flicking between the mask and the hoodie before he finally sighed, long and suffering. “If we get arrested for this, I’m blaming you entirely.”

You grinned, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He slipped on the hoodie, expression filled with resignation. When he tugged the mask over his mouth, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You look ridiculous.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Says the one living out her vigilante dreams.”

You grabbed your bag and stuffed it with a flashlight, a notebook, and a couple of granola bars, zipping it up with a sense of purpose that made your heart race. “Alright,” you said, slipping your mask up to rest on your forehead for now. “We get there before it starts, find a good spot across the street, and if anything happens, we run.”

Regulus snorted. “You? Running? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You punched his arm lightly, the grin never leaving your face. “Tonight’s going to be perfect. You’ll see.”

He didn’t answer, just rolled his eyes again and grabbed his coat, shoving his hands into the pockets as he followed you out the door. But you saw it—the faintest flicker of curiosity in his gaze, hidden beneath layers of sarcasm and disbelief.

The hours trickled by with the kind of sluggishness that only anticipation could stretch out. Night finally spilled across the city, its lights flickering to life one by one, casting shimmering reflections across the rain-slicked pavement. In your room, Regulus sat cross-legged on your floor, textbooks spread out in neat, meticulous piles around him. He was halfway through scribbling out a particularly complicated Potions essay, his handwriting small and deliberate, when he glanced up at you for what felt like the hundredth time.

You were perched at your desk, entirely oblivious to the homework you’d abandoned two hours ago. Your focus was fixed on a battered map of the city, red circles and penciled notes covering it like a scatterplot of chaos. Beside it lay your “mission essentials”—a flashlight, a pair of binoculars you’d borrowed from James ages ago (and never returned), and two hastily packed sandwiches, because you had read somewhere that stakeouts were always better with snacks.

Regulus dropped his quill with a dramatic sigh. “You know, I’m fairly certain I just finished both of our Charms essays and your Defense assignment.” He leaned back on his palms, stretching his legs out with a wince. “Do I get some sort of medal for academic martyrdom?”

You barely glanced up from your map. “You get my eternal gratitude.”

“Forgive me if that doesn’t sound entirely worth it.” He rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn. “Are we actually going through with this?”

You straightened up, practically buzzing with energy. “Yes! Of course! I told you, Thursdays are the key. There’s always some kind of robbery or attempted heist, and Spiderman shows up right in the thick of it. All we have to do is be there.”

Regulus looked unconvinced, but he didn’t argue. You knew he wouldn’t. He’d already slipped on the black hoodie you gave him earlier, though he had pointedly refused to pull the hood up until absolutely necessary. The face mask dangled from his fingertips, like he still wasn’t quite sure how he’d been roped into this.

“Alright.” You clapped your hands together, voice brimming with authority. “It’s time.”

He raised a brow, glancing at the clock. “It’s half past ten.”

“Exactly. Perfect hour for crime.”

“...I hate that you know that.”

You merely grinned, throwing your backpack over your shoulder and stuffing your mask into your pocket. Regulus got to his feet with the slow reluctance of someone headed to the gallows. “I’m telling you right now, if we get caught, I am pointing fingers. Loudly.”

“Noted.”

“And James will kill me.”

You patted him on the shoulder. “Only if he finds out.”

“Comforting.”

Without another word, you flicked off your bedroom light, plunging the room into shadow, and gestured for him to follow. He hesitated only a moment before sighing dramatically and stepping out behind you, pulling the door shut with a click.

The hallways of your flat were silent and dim, moonlight spilling in through the slats of the blinds, casting thin strips of silver across the carpet. You moved with a quiet familiarity, Regulus trailing behind, every step measured and reluctant.

Outside, the air was crisp and cool, nipping at your cheeks as you made your way down the street. Hogwarts University lay in the distance, its spires silhouetted against the night sky, but your path curved away from its towering presence. You led Regulus through narrow alleyways and winding streets, weaving between parked cars and slipping through shadowed shortcuts that only you seemed to know.

“Why do I feel like you’ve done this before?” Regulus muttered, ducking beneath a low-hanging fire escape.

“I’m prepared,” you replied with a grin, sidestepping a pile of stray newspapers. “Some of us are committed to the cause.”

He rolled his eyes. “Committed to a padded cell, maybe.”

Eventually, the two of you reached the corner opposite the little convenience store you’d been tracking for weeks. Its windows were dark, save for the dull glow of the fluorescent “Open 24 Hours” sign flickering above the door. You settled against the brick wall of a nearby bakery, hidden in the shadows, with Regulus slumping down beside you.

Silence stretched out between you after that, the kind of silence that only comes when you’re waiting for something to happen. He didn’t complain again, though you could feel the tension in his posture, the way his fingers drummed against his knee in nervous habit.

A shiver ran through you as the wind picked up, cutting through your hoodie. Regulus noticed and wordlessly shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest. You blinked up at him, surprised, but he only shrugged, his gaze still locked on the store across the street.

“You’ll get cold,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “And I’m not listening to you whine about it the whole way home.”

You smiled, pulling the jacket tighter around you. It smelled faintly of cedar and parchment, like the library during winter. “Thanks, Reg.”

“Yeah, yeah.” His eyes flickered back to you. “I still think this is a terrible idea.”

“And yet, here you are.”

“And yet, here I am.”

Another twenty minutes passed, the city quiet and unyielding. Regulus glanced at his watch and shook his head. “We’ve been here for nearly an hour. I hate to break it to you, but I think your little crime spree theory is bunk.”

You frowned, lowering the binoculars. “No. I swear, something always happens on Thursdays. I’ve been keeping track.”

Regulus raised a brow, his skepticism plain. “You can’t predict a robbery, Y/N.”

“But I have!” you insisted, your voice edging on desperation. “The last three weeks, there’s been a robbery in this area at exactly this time. This is when Spiderman shows up. I just know it.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but the words died on his tongue as movement caught both your eyes.

Three men emerged from the shadows, dark coats pulled high, faces obscured beneath low-brimmed hats. One of them hefted a crowbar, glancing up and down the street before nodding to his companions. Without hesitation, the man swung the bar forward, smashing the glass door in a shower of glittering shards. The other two slipped inside, their movements practiced and precise.

Regulus’s eyes widened, and you saw the flash of fear dart across his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You didn’t respond, too focused on the way the door swung open, silent and smooth, the figures slipping inside like ghosts. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline crackling in your veins.

Regulus grabbed your arm, voice low and urgent. “We need to go. Now.”

“What? No!” you whispered fiercely, shaking him off. “This is it! He’s going to show up—I know he is.”

His grip on your arm tightened, eyes dark with worry. “Y/N, I’m serious. This is real. This isn’t one of your stupid adventures. If we get caught—if something happens—”

“Go?” you repeated, incredulous. “Reg, this is it. He’s going to show up. We can’t leave now.”

Regulus gave you a look that spoke volumes about exactly how much he did not want to be there, but you ignored it, eyes locked on the store. Seconds bled into minutes, tension coiling tighter with every breath. You almost thought maybe you’d been wrong—maybe tonight wouldn’t be the night. But then, there was a rush of air, a blur of red and blue, and Spiderman swung into view, landing with a catlike grace atop the store’s awning.

You gasped, shoving Regulus’s arm. “There! I knew it!”

Spiderman leapt down, disappearing through the shattered glass, and almost instantly the sounds of struggle followed—crashing shelves, muffled shouting, the unmistakable thud of fists meeting flesh. Your heart pounded in your chest, exhilaration and disbelief tangling together.

“Okay, you saw him. Now can we leave?” Regulus’s voice was taut with anxiety, his hand tugging at your sleeve.

“Are you kidding?” you hissed, shaking him off. “We need to get closer.”

His eyes went wide. “What? No! No, we absolutely do not!”

But you were already moving, slipping from behind the wall and crossing the street, your hood pulled low over your head. Regulus’s hand reached out, but you slipped through his grasp with practiced ease, determination blazing in your eyes.

“Wait—wait! This is insane!” Regulus whisper-shouted after you, but you were too focused, too exhilarated to stop. You edged closer to the store, heart hammering with reckless courage, pressing yourself against the building across the way, watching through the jagged remains of the window. Spiderman moved like liquid, every punch calculated, every dodge effortless. The three men didn’t stand a chance.

Regulus stayed hidden behind the wall, hands running through his hair in exasperation. “James is going to kill me,” he muttered to himself, voice thin with nerves. “Bloody murder.”

But you didn’t hear him. You took another step forward, just one, eyes locked on the blur of movement. And then another step. You were so entranced by the chaos that you didn’t notice the shadow unfurling beside you until it was too late. An arm hooked around your throat, and the cold press of metal kissed your temple.

“Move and she’s dead,” a gruff voice snarled, his grip ironclad around you.

Your breath hitched, eyes wide with shock. Regulus stiffened behind the wall, panic flashing across his features. “Wait—wait!” he called out, voice cracking with alarm.

Spiderman froze, every muscle locked tight as his masked gaze bore into you with a quiet, burning fury. The robber’s grip clenched harder around your arm, the cold barrel of the gun digging into your skin like ice, unforgiving and cruel. His voice cut through the thick air, low and dangerous. “Let them go,” he hissed, eyes wild, “or I blow her brains out.”

Your heart thundered wildly, every nerve screaming for you to submit, but something fierce snapped inside you — raw, untamed fire. You met his furious glare head-on, lips curling into a cruel smirk. “You think I’m scared of you?” you spat, venom dripping from every word. “Fuck off. You’re a spineless little rat playing tough with a damn mask and a toy gun. Nobody’s impressed.”

The robber’s face twisted with rage, his grip tightening so much it hurt, the gun’s cold bite pressing sharper against your skin. “Shut your mouth!” he snapped, voice cracking with fury. Then, with a violent jerk, he yanked your mask off, tossing it aside like garbage.

Silence slammed down between you all, thick and choking. Spiderman’s whole body stiffened, the tension around him coiling tight as a spring. His head tilted, eyes narrowing beneath the mask, disbelief and something darker flickering in their depths — like the sight of you peeled away all the lies he’d told himself.

Spiderman moved with a fluidity that seemed to defy the very laws of nature, his body flowing through the air with a grace that felt almost otherworldly. Before the robber who held you could even register what was happening, Spiderman’s fist struck out with pinpoint precision, connecting squarely with the man’s jaw. The impact sent him crashing backward, sprawling across the floor like a ragdoll tossed aside.

You stumbled, breath caught in your throat, legs trembling from the sudden release of tension, but a strong, gloved hand shot out and steadied you just in time, holding you firmly enough to keep you upright but gentle enough not to frighten. “Stay back,” his voice commanded softly, muffled behind the mask but carrying a calm authority that steadied your racing heart. Before you could answer or even process his words, he was gone—diving headfirst into the chaos with a fierce determination that stole the breath right from your lungs.

He moved through the remaining robbers like a force of nature, swift and unrelenting. One tried to flee, desperation in his eyes, but a silvery thread of webbing shot out with lightning speed, wrapping tightly around his limbs and dragging him back. He struggled uselessly, trapped like a fly ensnared in a spider’s web. Another, wild and frantic, swung a broken bottle with all the fury of a cornered animal. Spiderman ducked effortlessly, his body twisting and flowing with fluid precision. With a quick flick of his wrist, he fired another line of webbing that shot forward and snapped around the man’s wrists, binding them with a sickening crack that silenced his rage.

You watched, breath caught, heart hammering so fiercely it felt as if it might burst. Every movement Spiderman made was poetry in motion—dangerous, beautiful, and terrifying all at once. His every punch and dodge was choreographed with a deadly elegance, as if he could see into the future, anticipating every strike before it even came.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. The last of the robbers lay tangled and groaning on the ground, helpless and broken. Spiderman straightened, brushing dust from his suit with the casual grace of a man who had just completed an everyday chore. His movements were calm now, but the electric charge of power and control still thrummed in the air around him, leaving you breathless in the wake of his storm.

He turned to you then, his head tilting just slightly to one side as he moved closer, the quiet tension between you thickening the air. Without warning, his gloved hand reached out with a smooth, almost casual motion, tugging back your hood with a gentle flick of his wrist. The night air touched your bare skin as your face was fully revealed to him, the faint moonlight tracing the curves of your features. You blinked up at him, breath hitching and caught somewhere deep in your ribs, fragile and unsteady.

“What is a civilian like you doing here?” His voice was low, almost a scolding softened by something elusive — a warmth, a flicker of familiarity that settled beneath the surface. It was deeper than you expected, smoother, as if it carried the weight of something unsaid.

Your lips parted, searching for words that refused to come, swallowed by the rawness of the moment. His gaze flickered just for a heartbeat, a subtle shift so slight you might have missed it. Then, without breaking eye contact, his hand fell back to his side.

There was a faint crackle in the quiet — a whisper barely audible, static-laced but unmistakable. “Moony, what the hell are you doing? Is she okay? Should we send backup?”

Spiderman straightened, shoulders tensing like a coil wound tight. “I’ve got it,” he murmured under his breath, words so soft you almost didn’t hear them at all.

Your eyes narrowed, suspicion and curiosity twisting together. “Are you… talking to yourself?”

He offered a dry, easy reply, but the tension in his stance had shifted, grown sharper, colder. “Something like that.”

Before you could ask more, the sound of pounding footsteps sliced through the night air. You spun around just in time to see Regulus barreling toward you, his eyes wide and wild with panic.

His voice broke the charged silence as he grabbed you firmly by the shoulders, as if to make sure you were still whole. “Are you insane?” he barked, the raw urgency in his tone tearing through the night. “What were you thinking? That was—” He faltered, the words choking off, “I can’t even—bloody hell, are you hurt?”

But instead of fear or shock, pure excitement surged through your veins like wildfire. Your whole body practically bounced on the balls of your feet, as if you couldn’t contain the rush that exploded inside you. Your eyes sparkled with disbelief and joy, shining brighter than the streetlights overhead. Grabbing Regulus firmly by the shoulders, you practically shook him, your voice bubbling over with exhilaration.

“Did you see that? Did you see him? That was Spider-Man! He was right there, right in front of me! I can’t—I can’t believe it!” You threw your hands into the air and then mimicked shooting webs with your fingers, nearly losing your balance from the sheer force of your enthusiasm.

“I met Spider-Man! I actually met him! Like, for real!”

Regulus just stared at you, utterly dumbfounded, his eyes wide and mouth half-open. His voice cracked with disbelief, a mix of worry and incredulity. “You—you almost died. You were literally held hostage. And you’re—you're excited?”

You laughed, breathless and wild-eyed, the thrill still humming through every nerve. “Of course I’m excited! How often do you get to meet a real superhero? This is insane. I’ve never been this alive.”

Your hands clasped over your mouth to contain a squeal. "That was amazing," you gushed, turning back to Regulus. "Did you see the way he moved? And the webs? Oh my god, the webs!"

Regulus opened his mouth, closed it, then just shook his head. "You’re unbelievable," he muttered, though there was a flicker of relief in his eyes.

Regulus shot Spiderman a glare that was nothing short of murderous, but the masked hero only tilted his head, unbothered.

"I’ll take you both home," Spiderman said, voice leaving no room for argument. Regulus opened his mouth, presumably to protest, but you nudged him in the ribs before he could get the words out.

"Let him," you whispered. "We’re lucky enough he even showed up."

Regulus glowered, but he didn’t argue. Spiderman stepped forward, extending a hand toward you first. You hesitated, eyes flicking up to his masked face, before slipping your hand into his. His grip was warm and steady, and when he pulled you closer, the world seemed to shift, gravity bending to his will.

Regulus followed, though not without a great deal of reluctance, muttering curses under his breath the whole time. Spiderman merely secured his grip on both of you, glancing between you and the midnight stretch of city skyline. "Hold on," he warned.

And then suddenly you were airborne, the city beneath you transforming into a shimmering blur of lights and restless motion. The cool night wind whipped past your face, your heart pounding wildly as Spiderman’s hand held yours with unshakable firmness. You soared above it all, weightless and free, suspended between the dizzying heights and the quiet promise of the streets below. The world seemed to shrink until it was nothing but the rush of air and the steady beat of your racing pulse.

When your feet finally touched down near your street, Spiderman released you both with a smooth, practiced sweep of his arm. You stumbled slightly, breathless and light-headed from the thrill, your cheeks flushed with excitement. Regulus was quick to catch you, his hands steadying your balance with a firmness that grounded you back to reality. His eyes flickered with a mixture of concern and bemusement, clearly still trying to process what just happened.

Spiderman’s gaze lingered on you, just a moment longer than it needed to, his head tilting ever so slightly as if silently weighing you up, like a curious question hanging in the air.

Then, without warning, he chuckled softly, a low sound that vibrated through the night. “You’re adorable, Little Potter.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. “Wait, what? How do you know my last name?” Your voice came out sharp, disbelief threading through your words.

Spiderman stiffened for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unspoken passing behind the mask. “I… I know everyone in the city?” he said, his tone casual but with a hint of hesitation.

Your eyes grew impossibly wide, the weight of his words crashing over you like a tidal wave. “You know me? Oh my god, Spider-Man knows who I am!” Your voice cracked with a mixture of awe and disbelief, the impossible feeling of being seen sinking in.

Spiderman took a quick, almost awkward step back, the playful edge in his voice giving way to something more serious. “I mean… I have to go.”

Before you could think to ask anything else, he was gone — a blur of motion as he swung back into the night, leaving behind a trail of excitement and mystery. You were left standing there, grinning wildly, heart still pounding like a drum in your chest.

Regulus groaned beside you, the sound heavy with exasperation and reluctant amusement. Clearly, he was already dreading the kind of chaos you’d drag him into next.

The hours since Spider-Man had vanished into the night settled into a calm that almost felt unreal. You and Regulus sat side by side in your room, the remnants of adrenaline ebbing away, leaving a quiet heaviness between you. The city outside hummed softly, indifferent to the chaos that had just unfolded.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, jolting you both upright. James stormed inside, his face flushed with fury, eyes blazing like wildfire. Behind him, Remus, Sirius, and Peter followed cautiously, trying to temper the storm they knew was coming.

“Are you completely insane?!” James snapped, voice sharp and trembling with worry and anger. He paced aggressively, fists clenched. “What were you thinking? Running straight into danger like that? You could’ve gotten killed! Or worse!” His gaze snapped to Regulus, then back to you, desperate and wild.

Regulus stiffened beside you, clearly as unsettled as you were by the sudden invasion of your safe space.

Remus stepped forward, calm but firm, trying to mediate. “James, she’s okay. That’s what matters.”

James whipped his head toward Remus, eyes narrowing. “Oh, as if you’re any better, Remus,” he said with a bitter edge—but then suddenly shut his mouth tight, as if biting back a deeper comment. The tension thickened, the unspoken truths hanging heavy in the room.

James’s breath hitched, his fury ebbing into something quieter, more anxious. Then his eyes drifted slowly around the room—and he froze.

Scattered across the floor, pinned on the walls, and draped over every available surface were dozens of drawings, tracings, and sketches of Spider-Man. Some detailed web patterns, others captured the silhouette in mid-swing, and a few even had crude little hearts drawn beside them.

Your obsession lay exposed in the chaotic mess.

Sirius burst out laughing, loud and uncontrollable, followed quickly by Peter, who doubled over, clutching his sides. “Oh my god, look at this!” Sirius gasped between laughs. “You’ve been stalking the guy!”

Peter was nearly on the floor, clutching his stomach, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “How many of these do you have? Seriously, this is next-level obsession.”

James blinked, his furious energy deflating into sheer disbelief. “What the hell...?” he muttered, slowly taking in the mountain of drawings, the little shrine you’d built to this mysterious hero. His glare flicked toward Remus, whose expression had turned uncharacteristically tight and uncomfortable. It was clear this wasn’t the first time he’d glimpsed something unexpected—something that complicated things.

You flushed bright red, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you shuffled uncomfortably. Regulus let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head, but you caught the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Sirius wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Seriously, you have no shame, do you?”

Peter nodded, still giggling. “This is gold. We should frame some of these.”

James pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling deeply as the last of his anger drained away and was replaced with a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, shooting a pointed look at you, then at Regulus, before finally glancing back at Remus. “You two really need to keep better tabs on her.”

Remus gave a small, knowing smile but said nothing, his eyes briefly flickering to the door as if listening for something beyond the room

Sirius's laughter still echoed in your ears, sharp and unyielding, threaded with that unmistakable note of mischief that always found its mark. Peter's snickers followed close behind, smug and relentless, curling at the edges of your pride.

Heat flooded your cheeks, spreading like wildfire as you scrambled to gather the pile of drawings and tracings scattered across your desk. Paper crinkled beneath your fingertips as you shoved them back into a messy stack, hands moving with a frantic urgency, as if you could hide the evidence of your fascination beneath enough layers of paper.

The absurdity of it gnawed at you, raw and unforgiving. When it was just you and your sketches, just you and those fleeting glimpses of Spider-Man captured in careful lines and shaded whispers, it felt harmless.

But now, with their laughter ringing in your ears, it felt foolish, laid bare under the weight of their amusement.

Obsession.

That was the word they had tossed around so carelessly, thrown into the room like it was nothing more than a joke. But it was not a joke to you. It was fascination. It was intrigue. It was the feeling that something larger than life moved among the shadows of the city, hidden behind that mask.

"I am not obsessed with Spider-Man," you snapped, the words leaving your lips sharper than you intended. "I’m just... intrigued. That’s all!"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his grin widening with that infuriating smugness. Peter exchanged a glance with him, a shared look heavy with disbelief and quiet amusement. Neither of them spoke, but the silence that followed was louder than words, thick with unspoken mockery that clung to your skin.

Before they could dig their claws any deeper, you spun on your heel, footsteps heavy against the floor as you stormed toward the door. The weight of their stares pressed against your back, hot and suffocating, and you felt the burn of it crawling up your spine.

"I need some fresh air," you muttered, the words clipped and brittle, shattering the tension as you left the room behind.

Regulus glanced up as you passed, his gaze softening with something like concern, but he said nothing. His eyes lingered, searching your face for answers you were not willing to give. James opened his mouth as if to speak, but you did not wait for the words to spill out. You did not think you could handle another joke, another teasing smile.

The hallway stretched before you, dimly lit and quiet, the only sound the soft whisper of your footsteps against the worn wooden floors. At the far end, the window leading to the rooftop stood slightly ajar, its curtains fluttering gently with the breeze. You pushed it open wider, slipping through with practiced ease, the familiar motion a comfort you did not realize you needed.

The night air greeted you with a rush of coolness, brushing against your flushed cheeks and stealing the breath from your lungs. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the chill settle your nerves. Outside, the city sprawled beneath you, a sea of glittering lights and shadowed streets stretching as far as you could see. Buildings rose like sentinels, their silhouettes sharp against the moonlit sky, and the soft hum of life pulsed beneath it all.

You settled yourself on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling over the side. The height sent a flicker of exhilaration through your veins, sharp and electric, but you welcomed it.

Up here, the noise of the house was distant, softened to a whisper by the wind. The world felt different from this height, wider and quieter, painted in silver light and softened shadows.

For a long moment, you just breathed, eyes fixed on the glittering horizon. Your hands curled around the stone ledge, palms pressing into the rough surface as you let the city lights blur into something dreamlike.

A part of you wondered if somewhere out there, hidden among the tangled lines of the skyline, Spider-Man watched the same view. It was a thought that sent a shiver through you, though you would never admit it.

Behind you, the soft whisper of footsteps disrupted the stillness, careful and measured as if not to intrude.

You glanced over your shoulder and found Remus climbing the last few steps, his presence slipping into the quiet night with a kind of ease that belonged to him alone.

His face was calm, the tension from earlier replaced by something softer, something edged with quiet understanding. He approached without hesitation, hands tucked casually into his pockets, eyes already fixed on you with that familiar, patient warmth.

“Couldn’t stay away either?” you teased gently, a smile tugging at your lips, the remnants of your earlier fluster already beginning to fade. Up here, away from the teasing and the noise, things felt lighter, more manageable.

Remus chuckled, the sound rich and unhurried, like it belonged here in the open air, threaded through with the distant hum of the city.

“I thought you might need company,” he replied simply, settling down beside you with the kind of careful grace that always seemed to follow him.

He did not crowd your space, but his presence was grounding, solid and reassuring.

You shrugged, letting your gaze drift back to the horizon where the city stretched out endlessly before you. The lights flickered in the distance, scattered like tiny stars across the landscape, each one a promise of life, of stories unfolding just beyond your reach. The breeze tousled your hair, brushing cool fingers across your cheeks, and you welcomed it, breathing in the crispness of it.

"I just needed to get out of there," you admitted, your voice softer now, the vulnerability slipping through despite your best efforts. "All that teasing... it was a lot."

Remus nodded, his gaze never leaving the skyline, as though he were giving you the space to settle your thoughts, to find your balance again.

His hands rested loosely in his lap, fingers interlaced, a picture of quiet stillness.

"I won’t tease you," he promised, his voice low and sure. There was no laughter in it, no hint of judgment—just sincerity, warm and unyielding. "Not tonight."

Something flickered in your chest, light and sudden, a warmth that unfurled gently and settled there.

You glanced at him, half expecting to catch a smirk, some trace of mischief lingering in his eyes. But there was none. His expression was open, unguarded, and you found yourself grateful for it.

"Thank you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them. They hung in the air between you, soft but solid, carrying more weight than you intended.

Remus just nodded, his eyes still fixed on the skyline as if he could see beyond it, past the lights and the shadows and into something only he understood.

The two of you fell into silence, but it was the kind that breathed, stretching out comfortably in the spaces between your words. There was no rush to fill it, no urgency to break it. It was a shared understanding, a mutual acknowledgment that this moment—this quiet, unspoken thing—was enough.

Below you, the city thrummed with life, unaware of the two figures perched atop its rooftops. Cars wove through narrow streets, headlights slicing through the dark like tiny beacons. Streetlamps blinked steadily, pools of light casting halos on cracked pavement. Somewhere, distant and soft, music played, drifting up from an open window, notes spiraling into the air and disappearing before they could reach you.

Your thoughts drifted back to Spider-Man, to the way he moved with impossible grace, the way he had spoken your name like it was something familiar.

The memory was still fresh, vivid and bright against the quiet backdrop of the night. You could still feel the adrenaline, the heady rush of it, but up here, with Remus beside you, it softened, smoothed out into something gentler.

"Did you mean what you said?" Remus asked suddenly, his voice breaking through your thoughts like a pebble tossed into still water.

You turned to him, brow furrowing. "About what?"

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes thoughtful and searching. "About not being obsessed with Spider-Man," he clarified, a hint of amusement threading through his voice.

Heat crept up your neck, and you turned your gaze back to the skyline, avoiding the way his eyes seemed to peel back layers you hadn’t realized were there.

"I’m just... interested," you replied stubbornly, though the defense sounded weak even to your own ears. "It’s not an obsession."

Remus’s chuckle was soft and kind, more of an exhale than a laugh. "If you say so," he murmured, but there was no malice in it, just understanding, like he could see through the words you chose to the truth you were trying to hide.

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "I just..." You paused, struggling to find the right words.

"I just think he’s... different. I mean, he’s out there risking his life for people he doesn’t even know. And he... he knew my name, Remus. He knew my name."

Remus tilted his head, considering your words with a softness that seemed to stretch the moment out, slow and unhurried. "Maybe you’re more important than you think," he said quietly, his voice like a ripple against the stillness.

You blinked, his statement catching you off guard. "Me? I’m... I’m just—"

"Not just anything," Remus interrupted gently, his voice steady and sure, each word a careful stitch binding the frayed edges of your doubt. "People remember things that matter."

The words settled over you with a kind of warmth you hadn’t expected, spreading through your chest like sunlight breaking through fog.

You turned to look at him, properly this time, really taking him in. His eyes were steady and unyielding, the kind of gaze that felt like it could see straight through you, past all the bravado and uncertainty. For a heartbeat, the rooftop fell away.

The distant hum of the city blurred into something soft and indistinct, the lights stretching out like silver veins beneath your feet. It was just you and him, suspended in that fragile moment, untouched by the chaos of everything outside of it.

The silence that settled was not uncomfortable. It was expansive, brimming with things left unsaid, words that lingered on the edge of breath but never quite spilled over.

The breeze tousled your hair, cool and crisp against your cheeks, carrying with it the distant sounds of car horns and murmured conversations that drifted up from the streets below. It was like the city itself had paused, holding its breath right along with you.

You exhaled slowly, your gaze drifting back to the horizon where the skyline met the stars.

"What do you think he’s really like?" you asked, your voice a whisper against the wind. You hadn’t meant to ask it, not really, but the question slipped out anyway, quiet and unguarded.

Remus hesitated, the pause stretching just long enough for you to glance back at him. His gaze had dropped to the rooftops below, brows knitted together as if he were sifting through a hundred thoughts all at once.

When he spoke, his voice was softer, edged with something uncertain. "I don’t know," he admitted finally, each word unspooling carefully.

"Maybe... not as amazing as everyone thinks. Probably just someone trying to get by like the rest of us. Maybe he’s not as great as people make him out to be."

You sighed softly, eyes tracing the flicker of city lights far below. The world felt vast from up here, like you were balanced on the edge of a secret, suspended between sky and earth.

“You know, Spiderman isn’t just some flashy hero to me,” you began, your voice carrying over the cool breeze.

You drew your knees up to your chest, arms wrapped loosely around them. “It’s the way he moves… like he’s woven into the night itself, graceful and fearless. The way he risks everything without hesitation, without thinking of himself first. That kind of selflessness… it’s rare.”

Remus was quiet for a long moment, the silence stretching between you like a fragile thread, thin and shimmering.

His gaze drifted out over the city, eyes distant as if searching for something among the constellation of lights.

Finally, his voice broke the stillness, soft and edged with uncertainty. “But… what if he’s not the same person under the mask?”

You turned your head, brows knitting together as you looked at him.

His expression was guarded, eyes shadowed with something you couldn’t quite place. He went on, voice quieter now. “What if he’s scared… or unsure? What if the man behind the hero isn’t… as amazing?”

There was something vulnerable in the way he spoke, a crack in his usual composure. It made your heart twist unexpectedly. You reached out without thinking, your fingers brushing against his hand where it rested between you.

His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but he did not pull away. Instead, his gaze flickered down to where your hands touched, his eyes softening just a fraction.

“I don’t admire him because he’s Spiderman,” you said gently, your voice threaded with sincerity.

“I admire him because of what he chooses to do. The way he puts others first, even when it costs him everything. That kind of courage… it doesn’t come from a mask or a suit. It comes from the heart.”

You paused, hesitating before continuing, your eyes never leaving his. “I think sometimes people forget that. They see the mask and the heroism and they forget there’s a person underneath. Someone who’s probably scared sometimes. Someone who second-guesses everything. But that doesn’t make him any less incredible. If anything… I think it makes him more.”

Your fingers slipped further over his hand, your grip gentle but grounding. His eyes rose to meet yours, searching, as if he were trying to understand something unspoken.

You swallowed, your voice softening even further. “Whoever Spiderman is… I’m sure he’s great. Because to be that brave, that selfless… it takes something extraordinary. And I think… I think it’s possible to be both. To be brave and still afraid. To be strong and still doubt yourself.”

Your thumb brushed over his knuckles in a soothing circle, a silent promise threaded through the gesture.

Remus’s expression shifted, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. He glanced down at your hands, your fingers now intertwined with his.

He did not pull away; instead, he squeezed your hand gently, a careful pressure that spoke of quiet reassurance. His voice, when he finally spoke, was softer than you had ever heard it. “Maybe… maybe you’re right.”

The words lingered between you, suspended in the night air. You found yourself leaning closer, your knees brushing his.

The city lights stretched out below, indifferent and constant, but up here it felt like you had slipped into another world entirely—one where time stretched and softened, where silence could hold secrets instead of questions.

You searched his face, voice barely above a whisper. “You know… I think the person behind the mask is probably just as remarkable as the one wearing it. Maybe even more.”

Remus’s gaze flickered with something you could not name, his expression softening as if your words had unravelled something tightly wound inside him.

His hand tightened around yours, his eyes dropping to where your fingers intertwined. “You really believe that?”

“I do,” you replied firmly, your voice steady and warm. “Sometimes the real hero isn’t the one people see… it’s the one they don’t.”

Remus’s breath shuddered just slightly, the sound almost lost in the evening breeze.

His hand was warm against yours, his touch gentle and unyielding. “I’m glad you believe that,” he murmured, voice threaded with something fragile and bright.

“The world needs more people who believe.”

The words sent a shiver through you, something delicate and electric sparking to life between your ribs. You held his gaze, your breath catching slightly as you realized just how close you had drifted. His eyes flickered down to your joined hands, then back up to your face, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, the city faded away, the lights and noise becoming nothing more than whispers on the wind. All that remained was the warmth of his hand in yours, the way his eyes softened as they held yours, and the gentle hum of something unspoken, something fragile and bright stretching out between you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice trembling just slightly.

Remus tilted his head, brow furrowing just a little. “For what?”

“For being up here with me,” you replied, your voice tender, almost breathless. “For… listening.”

His grip on your hand tightened just a fraction, his expression softening. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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Meet The Fives

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy.

Pairing: Other Five x Female! Reader x Brisket Five

Format: Long NSFW fic.

Summary: After losing your husband in the time travel subway, you meet several different Fives. Two of them, stand out to you.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW! Seriously, this is some of the filthiest shit ever written. I finally got to write something with a stuck kink, something I love. It’s very consensual but stuck fantasies always need a CNC warning. Cheating, Angst (?), Cum eating, Threesoom (MxFxM), Spit roasting, Vaginal sex, Oral sex (male receiving), lots of grammar mistakes don’t be mad 🙏

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: over 3,500

A/N:

PLEASE READ MY NOTES BEFORE READING MY STORY, THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT

Thank you to everyone that encouraged me to post this; @ifellinto-fantasy @voteforevilthoughts @fartsquelch7 I really hope you guys enjoy and stick around for a possible part two

You can skip straight to the smut, it’s sectioned off and highlighted.

I’ve had an idea to write a stuck smut fic with two Fives for ages now, so happy I finally did so. But this work isn’t perfect, like always I put a lot of into setting up the story and the smut and ending slightly suffered. I forget sometimes that I don’t need to give a backstory to all my stories, I’m sorry.

The backstory also might not make a lot of sense to everyone but I explained as well as could and even if there is a massive plot hole in this fic, please pretend like you don’t see it 🙏

But I’m still happy with the way this came out and I hope you will too.

But also some explanations, there’s a huge inconsistency with how long five worked for the commission, he is 13 years old when he jumped forward to the apocalypse and spends 45 years there and 58 years old when he jumps to 2019. But every source online confirms he worked for the commission for 4-5 years before he jumped to 2019… meaning he actually spent 40 or 41 years in the apocalypse and was 52 when he started working for the Commission. This is why in one line of this I mention that Five was 52 years old while working for the Commission. Feel free to correct me if you know something I don’t.

And the reader loves Bailey’s Hot Chocolate because I do.

Please enjoy!

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It wasn’t such a great time for you, you had been wondering around the disconcerting train station. Your husband, Five, had brought you and Lila with him by accident due to his familiar but different and uncontrollable power and the bad part is you had been standing on the platform staring at the confusing map too long to notice your husband and your sister-in-law stepping onto a train.

It had left without you. And Five’s attempt to blink off the train when he realised you weren’t going to make it on was futile.

You tried your best not to panic, this wouldn’t be like the last time Five time travelled, right? He’d be back to any minute now, all you had to do was wait, right?

Yeah well you waited hours before deciding to step onto another train, it left from the same platform so it had to take you to him, right? You’re not right very often here.

You stepped onto the train and tried your best to navigate, but honestly, nothing made sense to you here. You had a very strong feeling the train maps were created by another Five in his own made up language, you just had to hope your Five would figure it out and find you.

You had so much time on the platform to remind how you had met Five while you both worked at the Commission as partners. You were only 20 years old but well-known as the Commission’s best assassin, hence why you were partnered up. You had been trained to kill since you were a pre teen and loved it, but you loved Five more than anything else. When you met Five, he was 52 years old, making Five very wary around you and avoiding you and his feelings for you until it was too much. You both finally hooked up after 2 years of working together and clumsily but intensely flirting, you called him your hot stuff and he called you Princess, he was hot and you certainly behaved like a Princess. He brought you back to 2019 with him and you had unofficially married right before the first end of the World. Legally doing so after Allison reset the Universe and living and again working together at the CIA.

You stepped off the train slowly and cautiously, when you deemed it safe you began calling for your husband. No response and nobody was in sight. You were about to step back onto the train when you noticed your husband, well he looked like your husband, walk past the train.

You suddenly felt extreme relief and joy as you ran after him, “Five! Hot Stuff!”

He kept walking so you continued chasing him and grew furious when you realised he could definitely hear you but not stopping, “Old man! Fuckface!”

You suddenly stood in front of ‘Max’s Delicatessen’

You looked around, bewildered and confused. Five quickly made his way inside but turned to look at you first and wink. The wink unsettled you. Something so Five and usually so comforting, now ate your stomach left and it feeling uneasy. That was not your husband.

You didn’t feel completely unsafe, but more intrigued instead. So you slowly entered the Deli and looked around, maybe 50 different Fives all enjoying themselves with coffee and deli meats. A few of them looked back at you in shock and or horror. The Deli became slow and quiet.

“Oi, Hot stuff!”

A Five was gesturing for you to join him, the same one you followed. You slowly moved over to his table.

“She’s mine, boys.”

Nearly all the Fives sighed sadly and continued with themselves. You raised an eyebrow at the Five now in front of you, “I’m definitely not yours.”

“Aw, was hoping I could convince you.” He smirked, “Please sit, Hot Stuff.”

You sat down and decided to mess with him, “I knew you wasn’t him. My Daddy usually calls me Princess.”

This Five choked on his coffee and you grinned, just as another Five dressed as a waiter, delivered you a Bailey’s Hot Chocolate. You were confused how he knew what you wanted before you had even ordered but you were even more confused with how he stared at you nervously. You had only once seen fear in your husband’s eyes and you had both fought the end of the World 3 times and worked as assassins together, it terrified you to see your Five or any Five scared. Especially of you.

They both quickly collected themselves, waiter Five left the table and the Five sitting opposite you dapped his face with his napkin before looking back at you.

“Well, I could call you Princess if you prefer. But only if you call me Daddy.”

“No thanks, I’m looking for my husband.” You sighed.

“Well, if he’s not in here, I haven’t seen him. He’s likely lost… with Lila.”

You raised an eyebrow, “How do you know he’s with Lila?”

“Because he’s not the first Five to get stuck down here with a Lila and cheat on his beautiful wife.”

“Cheat? You must be mistaken, my Five and I—“

“I’m really sorry Princess, but I am definitely not mistaken. If your Five isn’t here it’s because he’s not welcome, there’s a strict no cheating on your perfect wife ever but especially not with your brother’s wife policy here. Unless the World is actively ending, then we make an exception to associate with those Fives. Any of us, would reach out to help another one of us if lost, unless we spot them with a Lila.”

You glared at him, very offended. But the longer you stared into his eyes, you could see his sadness and pain. Your gaze soften but you still didn’t believe him.

“Maybe… maybe one or two Five would do that but mine wouldn’t.”

“Look, I would never do that and I’m disgusted some versions of me would. But as soon as one of us comes here with a Lila, it happens, it’s pre determined. And getting stuck down here, it’s our punishment… at least we leave them alone as punishment.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“I don’t expect you too. I don’t doubt you love him and that he loves you too, but… I don’t know, I don’t know why any Five would betray their wives. But none of us are perfect and some are just totally undeserving of you.”

“Where’s your me?”

“Dead. Like most of you, sadly. You don’t tend you survive on your own down here… I didn’t come with Lila, I came here with only my lovely wife and… after so many years trapped here, she didn’t see a way out so… yeah.”

He trailed off and looked down, nearly in tears. His wife killed herself. You carefully took his hand, this may not be your Five but this one was so open with his feelings and staring at you with such loving eyes that warmed you similar to how your husband’s used to, you’d be lying if you said your marriage had been perfect so far, recently you hadn’t touch each other in months and you had no idea why and was too scared to ask (but cheating didn’t seem like the answer, but maybe it was and you hadn’t noticed?). You was also having trouble disconnecting the Five in front of you from the feelings you still had for your husband.

He sniffed his brewing tears away and looked back at you.

“But anyways, I found this Deli afterwards. A lot of us here, wondered in one day or was found by another one of us and was brought here. One of us could get you home if you wanted but we wouldn’t want to let you go especially if your timeline is ending, which it likely is.”

You sighed and gently rubbed his hand.

“Five… if my husband doesn’t want me anymore, I’d rather… find another Five who wouldn’t betray me.”

He gave you a small smile, “Look around and take your pick, Princess.”

You looked around at all the Fives in the room, all of them just as handsome as your husband but no familiar feeling. Expect the Five currently in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll pick after finishing this.”

You picked up your now lukewarm Baileys Hot Chocolate and began gulping it down. After the day you’ve had, you needed to get drunk, hopefully it would be easy since you hadn’t eaten yet and if these amazing Bailey Hot Chocolate kept coming and you kept chugging them. Five chuckled a bit before sipping on his own coffee. You quickly waved the same waiter Five for another, he promptly brought you another as well as some of your favourite snacks.

“So is the lovely young lady staying?”

You could still hear the nervous tone in his voice but it was more friendly now. You smiled at him and nodded.

“Wonderful, let me know if you need anything else.”

“Oh I will. Get me another one of these but hold the hot chocolate this time.”

You gave him a naughty grin as you looked at him up and down and quickly smacked his ass, he blushed and hurried off to help another Five. The Five in front of you chuckled again.

“What? I can pick anyone of you, right? That makes sexual harassing Five service works ok, right?”

“You are right. That’s Brisket Five, he wrecks shit.”

“Yeah hopefully he’ll be wrecking my pussy soon.”

Five choked on his coffee again but then laughed hard.

“Are you drunk already, darling?”

“Trying to be.”

He nodded understanding why.

“Hey! Brisket Five, scotch!”

A few hours later you and your new Five were drunk as skunks. The pain of losing your husband had been temporary forgotten, drowned in your and this Five’s shared sorrow and liquor. You had a new Five that already loved you and wouldn’t betray you. And if that didn’t work, you still had many choices to repair your broken heart. You didn’t know if you were going to go back to you and Five’s family but you had all the time you wanted to decide, considering time was technically stopped in train stations and Deli.

But don’t get me wrong, you were heartbroken and angry underneath your giddy drunken laughter and desperate to get rid of the pain that was at risk of spill out of you in uncontrollable tears.

It was closing time and Brisket Five was shooing all the drunk Fives out, including you. He still blushed and stuttered around you, telling you that this Five must be a lot younger than the other. You asked and found that mentally he was only 35, he was one of the few Five’s that didn’t get stuck in an apocalypse and instead grew up with his siblings. But he wasn’t as lucky as he seemed, growing up with his siblings and never working for the Commission meant he never met his you.

You and your new Five giggled and stumbled as you stepped out of the Deli, you drunkenly shhhed Five and he shhhed you back making you both laugh loudly. The moment suddenly became serious as you gazed into each other’s eyes and eventually began kissing.

His tongue was ferocious, you could feel had touch starved he was, much like your original Five. Your tongues danced sloppy but it was so intense and intoxicating you could feel your vagina open and burn with need. You strongly considered turning around and bending over for him right where you was but he suddenly broke away.

“Shit, I forgot my jacket.”

You rolled your eyes and began peeking in through the windows for Brisket Five, nobody was in sight and the lights had been turned off, except for one around the corner of the Deli, it looked like the kitchen.

“Can you blink inside?”

Five shook his head, no.

“Well didn’t you say it would only be closed for 2 hours? Because they are trying to be 24/7?”

“My map is in it.”

You sighed and made your way to the kitchen window and knocked gently, the window was unlocked and slowly creeped open the more you pushed on it. You poked your head inside and saw no one, you sighed again about to look back at Five but you felt touch your back gently.

“Please, let me help you inside and you can get it for me?”

“Ok.”

—-/// SMUT ///—-

You agreed seeing the task as easy, you maybe drunk but you’re still a cold blooded killer, you can break into a Deli easily and grab a coat. And even if you got caught, you’re you, any Five would let you off freely.

You crawled inside and pressed both your hands on the low kitchen counter in front of you, accidentally knocking over a pan you didn’t notice. You gritted your teeth as the pan hit the floor and made a loud bang noise.

“Pull me back! Pull me back!”

Five heard your whisper yelling and began trying pull you backwards by your hips, but you was stuck and all he did was pull your jeans halfway down.

‘Fuck’, you thought. You were definitely way too drunk for this.

You heard some shuffling in another room and in stepped Brisket Five.

“Hi…”

“I already told you, we’re closed Darling.”

“I know, I’m sorry but—“

“No no no babygirl, you can’t just break in and enter. Especially not so poorly.”

He walked over to you and was now face to face with his crotch. It gets better, you could hear the Five behind you groan with need and begin pulling off your jeans and panties all the way down. Your eyes widen with shock and lust as you heard him spit into his hand and then feel him slowly enter you.

Your burning cunt accepting him easily and you gasped with excitement.

“Um, I.. I’m sorry… let me make it up.. to you..”

Brisket Five was beyond shocked with your suddenly breathy horny voice and even more shocked when you began pulling his belt, pants and boxers off. You stared into his eyes as you licked up and down his dick before taking it fully into your mouth.

He groaned as you began moving your head back and forth, just as the other Five fucked you slowly but so deeply. Your cunt tighten as you took Brisket Five down your throat and Five moaned loudly, he grabbed your hips and increased his pace.

So you increased your pace, moving your mouth up and down faster on the younger Five’s cock. He sighed in pleasure and gently put his hand into your hair and moved your head back and forth. You was Heaven, being spit roasted by two Fives’ was your ultimate wet dream. And both of being so touch starved and whipped for you meant they were more than happy to take anything you gave them.

As you slurped down one Five’s dick and got pounded by another, you decided to never fucking leave.

You felt yourself nearing your release, so you threw your hips back, forcing Five to go deeper and pound your walls harder. Brisket Five’s large cock was nearly suffocating you, just how you liked it. You sucked like your life depended on it, only feeling desperation to have all of them both. You came and whined around Brisket Five as you did so.

Seeing you orgasm and stare so intently at him as you did so made him lose it.

“Fuck!”

Brisket Five suddenly ripped his soaking dick from your throat and with all his might began pulling you through the window, Five though, held onto you as tightly as he could. You let the two Fives fight over you, too drunk and pussy whipped to do anything. Brisket Five won and he pulled into him then stood up carefully and looked out the window at Five.

“You coming in?”

Five suddenly blinked inside.

“You, you asshole…”

“Sorry Princess, I knew you’d bend over me but Brisket Five needed some action too.”

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you onto your knees and forced his dick down your throat. You choked slightly at first but Five throat fucked you through it, ignoring the tears running down your red puffed out cheeks and burning throat.

Brisket Five stood and watched for a second while jerking himself off before deciding to get on his knees behind you and enter your pussy. He moaned loudly and eagerly began fucking you.

The two seemed desperate and hellbent on using your holes as much as they could, sexual frustration had taken them over completely and they were blood thirsty, well in this case pussy thirsty.

After what felt like an eternity of being on your knees begging for more, Brisket Five cried as he came inside you. You came again at the same time. Five took slightly longer to enjoy your mouth but eventually pulled out and came onto your face. You moaned as he did so, relieved from your second orgasm and the ability to breathe again. His hot wet semen spoiled your face and you smiled up at him.

The Fives looked down at their work proudly. Brisket Five helped you slowly to your feet and you moaned again quickly as you felt his cum drip out of you, you began shamelessly scooping it up in your hands and licking it off your fingers and licking at the corners of your mouth for Five’s cum.

Brisket Five’s face flushed and he stuttered out, “I’ll get you a towel.”

He scurried off, almost tripping as he tried to fix his trousers as he walked.

You smiled and looked at Five, who was also fixing his trousers, he noticed you looking at him and he suddenly kissed you deeply. Your holes felt so used and your heart felt so loved and in love.

Yeah, you was never leaving.

—///—

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART TWO AND ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR IT, I HAVE AN IDEA BUT NEED MOTIVATION TO WRITE IT

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ma1dita · 2 years ago

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kiss his face with an uppercut

smutty part 2 here-> heavy hitter

words: 4k

summary: james potter is so attractive you could beat him to death with a bludger. james potter x fem!beater!reader not from gryffindor (for the plot!!)

warnings: none! james gets physically hurt multiple times by reader, multiple innuendos, enemies to lovers kinda, less serious lovey dove more sexual tension!!! probably not accurate quidditch gameplay

a/n: sorry for the hold up guys this took almost a month of on and off editing lmfao— this whole oneshot makes me think of the filipino word ‘gigil’– simply translating to cuteness aggression; i barely know jack shit about sports much less quidditch but this concept had me looking up quidditch rules to be able to provide– eat up kids

Y/S- sibling name

Y/H- house

(posted & edited 10/10/23)

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Oh BROTHER, this guy STINKS! I mean, how has he not gotten walloped at least once during this godforsaken game? You suck your teeth at the sight of James flying around the pitch blowing kisses to his fan club and Lily Evans, who turns her nose up at the sight of him.

Merlin, when will this game end?

The Hogwarts Quidditch Semi-Finals of 1977 was a game to watch… until both teams stopped scoring what seemed like hours ago. Both Gryffindor & (Y/H) were at a stalemate, down some players due to injury and now, even lower team morale. Gryffindor team captain and chaser James Potter, notorious Marauder, and resident flirt, is not someone who likes to lose. He’s spent all season drilling his teammates, memorizing plays, and thinking of every outcome possible to ensure another Gryffindor victory. James’ affinity to be right takes precedence over anything, after all. But after beating down almost all of (Y/H)’s reserves, James was almost vibrating with confidence. He really doesn’t lose, not if he can help it.

“AND ANOTHER (Y/H) IS DOWN WITH AN INJURY— Team captain Whithall calls for a timeout as they reconvene on what to do next! Hope you’re still comfy in the stands, folks….” the student announcer grumbles.

There’s absolute chaos on the field, and like birds scuffling over a piece of bread, (Y/S), the team’s last good beater is floating on a gurney, ready to be transported to the Hospital Wing.

“Oh, here comes trouble…” Sirius murmurs, smacking James on the back to grab his attention.

You jump down from the stands to check on (Y/S), and James is too busy reveling in the idea of winning the goddamn semi-finals that he doesn’t notice you putting Quidditch gear on.

“Easy win from here on out, Pads! The little lady’s just checking the damage. Not important,” he chortles before Sirius physically grabs his head to face the girl walking towards him, currently storming across the turf to meet him and his team.

“I’m subbing in,” you say, angry at how dirty Gryffindor’s been playing, and angry that you even have to play in (Y/S)’s stead.

“Sweetheart, this game is for serious, you know that right?” James says a bit dumbly with a furrowed brow. Both of you are head to head, and James sees the twitch in your eye as you cross your arms. Hot air is seeping out of your pores but James’s lip simply quirks up in intrigue. You’re someone he hasn’t noticed before, and the only thing running through his mind besides winning the game is that you’re really pretty. But then again, he’s always found angry women to be attractive, in retrospect.

“Yeah, for the actual cup, not…for Sirius… It’s the wrong time to joke, innit?” Sirius says to break the ice, noticing the palpable tension between your glares. Your faces are inches away from each other and he’s not sure if you two are going to fight or kiss, but it makes him grimace all the same.

“Who do you think (Y/S) practices with? Unlike you and your friends, I know when to take things seriously,” You say through gritted teeth.

“She’s legit, Potter. Got added to our reserves last week.” Whithall pipes up, ready to get back to the game. The crowd has been weathered down after hours of anticipation, and they want to see the end of it, no matter the outcome.

“Much to my surprise,” you grumble, elbowing the authority in the form of a teenage boy not much older than yourself. You should’ve known your sibling was looking a little too happy as they got floated off the pitch on a gurney.

“Then let’s play. Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” James says condescendingly, floating away on his broomstick like it’s a walk in the park, but the way you’re slapping the bat against your palm is getting Sirius a tiny bit nervous for his precious countenance. The whistle blows and the game resumes.

“A SURPRISE ADDITION (Y/N) JOINS HER HOUSE AS BEATER! Gryffindor better watch out for her swi—” You slam the bludger in James’s direction and it hurtles toward him so fast that he almost folds in half, barrel-rolling on his broom to dodge it. The move makes Sirius and a few of their other teammates gasp to see James scrambling back onto his broom.

“Oops! Looks like I missed.” you deadpan, balancing midair as you whack another one where it rebounds off the Gryffindor seeker and back towards James, hitting both of them in the gut.

“THIS GIRL’S GOT AN ARM ON HER! Though might I say her hits look a bit targeted…” The commentator says worriedly, and everyone in the crowd is leaning in their seats trying to get a better view.

“Merlin, are you trying to kill me woman?” he yells in outrage.

“I’m trying to finish the game. Your big head is in the way,” you say with a straight face as Sirius bats towards you, and you spin on your broomstick without shifting your posture. The smile on your face as you taunt him should be considered criminal, but he’s looking at you in a new light.

Yeah, now he’s paying attention. The other Gryffindor players can’t seem to figure out your next move and you bat another bludger towards Potter’s extremely large target of a head, and all of a sudden he’s freefalling through the air as his teammates fly to catch him, one by one. His nose still makes impact with the ground before Sirius catches by the ankle like Achilles taking a dip in the River Styx.

“AND (Y/H) HAS CAPTURED THE SNITCH! Good job to their Seeker, Appleby! Congratulations on a job well done, so that we can all finally go home.” The commentator cringes as McGonagall swats at him to leave the podium.

Who even is she, taking over the game and stealing his win like that?

He’s walking up from the sidelines with a bloody nose, going to shake Whithall’s hand and you’re standing behind him, a malicious grin plastered between your rosy cheeks, windswept and almost ethereal while he looks like he got flattened by a hippogriff. Fuck, she’s pretty. You look like you floated down from the heavens, and by the looks his team gives him, he may have just crawled out of the earth.

“Congrats,” he grumbles, turning to you. Really pretty. It’s even worse that you’re devastatingly stunning up close— with sweat glistening on your brow and a pearly white smile, he takes a good moment to really look at you and memorize the flutter of your eyelashes. He’s unsure if he’s concussed or maybe it’s his astigmatism, but there are actual stars in his vision as he peers down at you. Your confidence is actually kind of sexy.

“You look…um…you ride well.” He stutters, shaking his head from his personal reverie.

“Excuse me?” you say, your little mouth agape in what he hopes is not disgust. He looks pathetic, blood sopping down to his jersey as he looks at you like he’s only seeing you for the first time, acknowledging you closely. Something about seeing him flail makes you crinkle your nose as you stifle a grin.

“I mean…Um…” Damn.

Sirius pulls his best friend away before you can bite back your laughter, all of your teammates leading you away to celebrate.

“Mate, what the shit was that? Are you alright in the head?” Sirius says, and if James’ nose wasn’t already bleeding he was going to slap him silly.

“Just…Didn’t see that coming…” he mumbles, and his mind, along with all of Gryffindor is in disarray as they walk back to their tower. He’s got a lot of thinking to do on what his next move will be.

—

James Potter goes through life in three methodical ways: 1.) creating a strategy, 2.) making a scene, 3.) and dragging his friends into it— in that particular order, every single time.

Now notice how considering consequences is not part of said process.

His ego wouldn’t let him rest after a girl, much less a very pretty one that he’d never noticed before—beat him at what he does best; quidditch! In fact, the next few nights were void of sleep and filled with thoughts of you. The way your hair looked so soft in the sunlight, how your lip turns almost Gryffindor red when you bite it in concentration, and maybe how your delicate hands would look as they tightly grasp onto his bat...ahem…your quidditch bat. Some dirty delusions aside, if looks could kill, he’d be dead seven times over, but honestly? He’d probably thank you for it.

James’ new mission was to figure you out, and if that was his mission, it meant it was the rest of the Marauders’ too. For the sake of winning the Cup, of course. That’s what he tries to tell himself until his mates catch him ogling you again at breakfast.

“So what is it with you and girls that inflict you nothing but pain and humiliation?” Remus muses, as the Marauders watch James laugh at a joke you told your friends at the (Y/H) table across the Great Hall. He looks at you like someone who stares at the sun, squinting and burning himself as he ponders on why he’s unable to look away.

James fumbles a response, shoving Remus as they all laugh. “Listen, I’ve got a bit of a masochistic streak, Moony. Just…There’s something about her…”

Your friends are pointing at him now, and as you turn to meet his eyes, you lift a brow inquisitively and flip him off. Sirius’s face pulls up in shock at James’s growing smile at the interaction as he mumbles, “Maybe you’ve met your match, Prongs…”

The boy pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, anything to try to see you clearer as he leans over to put his head in his hands, sighing dreamily. His friends are not as easily amused.

“A match made in heaven, you reckon?”

—

“Match made in hell, more like!” You spit, almost choking on your scrambled eggs at your friends’ insinuations. Your back is as stiff as a board, shoulders tight at the notion of you ever liking James Potter triggering your fight or flight response. When it comes to someone as pompous as him, only the word fight comes to mind.

“Oh come on, love… He’s popular, funny, and quite handsome…It’s James freaking Potter we’re talking about!” your roommate gushes, but you're not the least bit impressed.

“Is that supposed to do anything for me? I can think of a few F words that middle initial can stand for…” Eyes rolling, you peek back at the Gryffindor table to see said boy wiggling his fingers at you teasingly until he accidentally smacks Peter in the face with his toast. Idiot.

“Only hot people get away with stupid shit. I mean look at the four of them!” you continue, gulping down the rest of your coffee. “Potter’s the worst out of all of them though. Big ass head must compensate for a lot of things." You say, shaking your head at your friends.

"And yet, here you are, talking about him for the fourth time this morning," your roommate replies, smirking. " You’ve been Potter crazy since you helped us beat Gryffindor in the semi-finals! Are you sure you don't have a crush on him?"

"No!" you say too quickly, too loudly, that the shrill noise of your voice makes your ears hurt and the shit-eating grins on your friends’ faces reflect how desperate that came off. You slump onto the table, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You wanna kiss him, don’t you?” they tease, and you push away their puckering faces as you scoff, “With an uppercut, maybe!” Almost makes you want to stomp over there and wipe the stupid look off his face…and maybe sit on his lap. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration. All this aggression really needs to go somewhere, but unfortunately, James Potter’s lap is the only destination you have in mind.

“He’s just really punchable. I get so annoyed by the sight of him I just want to… ugh!” you groan, your hands shaking as you try to convince them (or yourself). Your friends cackle at the sight of you pretending to squeeze his curly-topped, mothball-filled head, but your brain changes course and you imagine what it’s like to hold his hand. Your fingers flex cautiously at the idea, wondering what his touch would feel like. Grabbing a glass of water to cool your thoughts, your peripherals reveal he’s still staring at you like you make night turn into day. His gaze is searing, and as you put your lips around your straw, he licks his lips slowly. Shit.

—

Availability bias is one hell of a mindfuck. If only they taught psychology at this magic school, maybe the wizarding world would have way fewer problems and more people would be straightforward and not.. Dead. James decides he can categorize his life now as before you, and after you.

Before you, well… he honestly wasn’t even sure if you were a student at Hogwarts until he saw you marching down the pitch, but now… You’re everywhere. He can spot your voice in a crowded hallway, and who was going to tell him you’ve had three classes with him this whole term? Even down to when he shuts his eyes, he’s convinced his eyelids are branded with the imprint of your silhouette. Every conversation he strikes with you ends with you laughing at him, and he’s unsure if that’s a step up or down from the many boisterous rejections from Lily Evans over the years. He sort of wishes you’d laugh with him, and do a number of other things, (heck he’s got a list of ideas he’s wanked off to), and well… His soul is tightly wound with thoughts of you and Godric, listen to this guy…. maybe the boys were right…. Maybe he really does need to get laid.

It’s funny how fate works, two people who’ve barely interacted in the past six years at Hogwarts are now paired together for a History of Magic essay worth 20% of the term grade. You’re trying to get this done as fast as possible, he notices, mapping out ideas and trying to discuss how to piece it all together, yet James does everything but that to get you to pay attention to him. He fills your head with mundane little questions, asking you what your favorite fruit is to the childhood bedtime story your parents told you as a kid.

“What’s your middle name, Potter?” You muse, finally entertaining him after endless chatter. His eyes trail to the exposed skin of your collarbones as you stretch in your seat, and well… you don’t look as menacing as you always do but did it seriously have to be this question? He scratches the back of his head, silent for the first time in the two hours you’ve been trying to craft this essay for the sake of both your grades.

“What? I can’t just go around calling you James Fucking Potter. Spit it out, you know too much about me already.”

He clears his throat, a blush creeping up his neck. “It’s… that’s an intimate question, love… I…”

Your laughter at his response makes his senses shut down. “Oh, so it’s bad. What is it, Franklin? Fabio? Come on, I won’t bite.” A part of him wishes you would, your face equally flushed and so close to him right now, almost leering at him for an answer. It’d be easy to just lean over…

“Fleamont.”

Your lips quirk, until they pucker like you’ve guzzled a lemon. The blush on your cheeks intensifies, and the sound explodes out of you. You laugh so loudly Madam Pince kicks you both out of the library, James carrying both your knapsacks, a hand around your waist as you rush out of there. Your body is firm under his touch, pupils unfocused and dilated looking at him now that you know his dirty little secret. James thinks that if you keep looking at him like that, hell, you can call him anything you want.

—

Fleamont.

What a prick. A really attractive, clueless prick. The memory makes you giggle as you get ready for the Quidditch Cup and your team charges out onto the field to face Gryffindor again, as you’ve both advanced to the finals. He’s not as much of an asshole as you originally thought. It’s undeniable that something pulls you towards him, whether it be hormones, concern, or the fact that it’s actually adorable the way he writes his mother back weekly, or admirable how he moved Sirius out of Black Manor himself last year. Maybe it’s endearing the way he goes out of his way to make first-years smile or heartwarming how even Filch can’t find reasons to hate him. The golden boy. You get it now, why people get trapped in his web, and why many are unwilling to leave.

You pass him outside the locker rooms, bumping shoulders as he smiles almost bashfully. The golden boy, loudmouth, ball of energy is reduced to a nervous pile of teenage ineptness at the sight of you, every time. You could take him (not in a fight). In an actual fight, maybe you could land a few solid hits before his nice muscly arms hold you do—

“Ready to finish this, darling?”

Your eyes refocus when his hand nudges the small of your back, right above your hip. “Mhmm,” you clear your throat, “Ready to lose, Potter?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He moves closer, slowly backing you into the wall.

“Eyes on the prize Potter, I’m in this to win it.” You say, looking at the closing distance between both your chests. James nods, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment, even when the announcer calls out the imminent start of the game.

“WELCOME TO THE HOGWARTS QUIDDITCH CUP OF 1977 GRYFFINDOR VS. (Y/H)! I hope you are all excited as our last match between these teams was quite thrilling at the end of it!” The announcer says, hyping up the roaring crowd as your teams parade onto the pitch.

His eyes are still on you when he shakes Whithall’s hand and the whistle blows. It’s intense, and makes you feel like you’re burning, even if the wind is blowing like crazy today. You bat the bludgers toward anything red on the field that even dares to move toward your teammates. James won’t stop staring at you, and you both lock eyes across the pitch.

“What? Flirt with me later, Potter, I’m trying to win!” you yell.

He’s got you transfixed, and it’s crazy how his timing is always wrong. You bat the bludger away from your captain but don’t notice James flying towards you to respond as you give it your hardest swing, making the impact against his huge target of a head all the more painful.

Holy shit, did you kill him?

He keels off his broom like a shot bird and then he’s falling, and you’re the one chasing the Gryffindor chaser as he flaps his arms like the idiot you know he is as you push forward to catch him before he splits his skull open.

“I’msofuckingsorryJamesareyouokay?” You blurt out as you land, soft hands moving over his broad chest and quickly swelling face. He’s wearing that stupid grin again, and you think you may have finally broken Gryffindor’s team captain.

“You know my name?” he sighs happily, comfortable in your lap and maybe it’s the brain damage you’ve caused him or the way his glasses are bent beyond repair but you will every magical predecessor you can think of to stop you from punching him in the face right now.

“Are you fucking dense?” You scream, shaking your head, and jostling him as his arms try to reach out to swipe the hair away from your face.

“Must’ve hit him so hard you knocked his filter loose..” Sirius muses after he lands next to you two on the grass.

“POTTER’S TAKEN A HIT FROM (Y/H) and it doesn’t look good ladies and gents! Gryffindor calls a timeout to check on their captain!” The announcer calls out, and there are so many eyes on the two of you as James is simply giggling like a prepubescent schoolboy. Fuck, you’ve maimed the golden boy.

“Y’know, sweetheart. You’re…really sexy when you’re on top of me like this,” he says breathily, and you really can’t hit him, so you jab Sirius in the gut instead when he tries to laugh at his best friend’s stupidity.

—

James wakes up in the hospital wing with a blinding headache until someone gently pulls the curtains closed, stroking the hair off his sweaty forehead.

“Poppy you always take such good care of me…” he mumbles. A punch lands on his chest and his eyes rip open, not expecting to see you at his bedside.

“Idiot,” you mutter. “You’re always in my way and now look, you almost got yourself killed and it would’ve been my fault! How dare you, James…” The red is crawling up your neck like a brushfire as you berate him, and he takes it with a grin as you jabber on, putting his arms behind his head.

“Were you worried about me, love?” James smiles cheesily, catching your arm at its half-hearted attempt to slap him across the face.

“I was not. Stubborn people like you are hard to kill. I’m more annoyed that I can’t morally punch your face in since you have a concussion. Madame Pomfrey’s already healed your cheekbone.”

“That you broke,” he says matter-of-factly, taking a chance to kiss the palm of your hand. This concussion is working like a bottle of Felix Felicis. It’s endearing to see you taking care of him, whether you like it or not (even with the punches he’s sure it’ll come with).

“You’re sick in the head.”

“For you. I was trying to come tell you that I never took my eyes off the prize, but then of course you bludgeoned my face in before I could get sweet on yo—”

Your lips crash down on his, and nothing about it is delicate. It’s a month’s worth of yearning, imaginations coming to fruition as he grabs the back of your head to deepen the embrace. Your lips on his are hot and heady, and he could be easily convinced that he’s stuck there, cauterized to the shape of you.

“I know. I could feel you watching.” You breathe into his mouth, leaning up on his chest. His lips chase up again to meet yours, biting down on your bottom lip as you groan. He might like that noise better than the sound of your laughter. It’ll be fun to find out.

“Who won the Cup?”

Laughter spills out of your red, kiss-swollen lips as you pat his cheek gently, fingers grazing over his healed cheekbone.

“Not Gryffindor. But listen closely James, if you be a good boy and get past this concussion, I’ll make up for it by showing you how well I ride…”

He likes the sound of that, Quidditch Cup be damned. You see, James Potter never loses, ladies and gentlemen, not really—and well... there’s always next year.

—

“I like the way

you look at me

like you are

going to talk to me

or devour me

and I am fine with either.”

-N.R. Hart

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Monster Part 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Eventual Damon Salvatore x Reader

Word Count: 3.4

Warnings: Day drinking, issues with fathers. Reader does have longer hair (long enough to place hair into a bun) but that's as descriptive as I get with this. Hair type and color never discussed.

Author’s Note: I really wanted to come back to this series. But there was so much going on with it that I couldn't just finish it and leave it as it is. So I'm rewriting it. Some details have changed and I'm fixing plot holes while I'm going. So if this is your first time reading Monster, welcome! If you've read the original and are back to enjoy the improved one, welcome back. I hope Monster still brings some kind of joy to your reading experience!

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Damon’s voice held every ounce of annoyance in his voice. His attention had been on Elizabeth Forbes as he spoke.

It had only been a few hours after the new Mayor had taken office that the two found themselves standing in the middle of the Salvatore living room having this conversation. In that time span, things had been changing quickly through the town. From the Sheriff's perspective of the recent events of her day, things were about to take an interesting turn with the new changes she’d been informed of.

It was why she had come to the Salvatore’s in the first place. She knew it was better to keep Damon in the loop than for him to be caught blindsided by the changes or when the Mayor requests a meeting with him, whichever came first.

“There’s nothing more I can do to convince him.” Liz said as she placed her hands on her hips. “He’s doing this his way and creating a new council of his own. Founding Families or their status in this town mean nothing to him.”

“We must still have some kind of pull in this.” Damon shook his head trying to think of anything they could possibly do to keep them all in the loop. There was no way he was going to just allow them to be stuck waiting for things to happen.

Liz sighed. “Unless you are extremely close friends with any of the L/N family, there is no way to get into any of the council meetings yourself. Thankfully I’ve been friends with his sister for years and I’m still allowed access to these meetings. I’ll try to keep you guys updated as much as possible. I just have no idea how this is going to play out.”

A thought crossed Damon’s mind. “L/N. Besides the obvious, why else does that name sound familiar?”

It wasn’t a name he had heard on a daily basis while in Mystic Falls. He knew the L/Ns weren’t a part of the Founding Families. And up until the new Mayor came back into town, he couldn’t place where or how the name had sounded so familiar to him. It had been sticking out like a sore thumb in his mind without being able to place how he knew that name.

“His daughter was raised here in Mystic Falls.” Liz began. “She’s been the Aide to the Mayor for almost five years now. Richard Lockwood had been the one to hire her in. You may have seen her name just by looking at some of the paperwork you come across from the office.”

“Y/N.” A sigh passed his lips as he said her name. He knew who she was. He knew her from the occasional times he had seen her in passing. While he never spent a lot of time talking with her or even getting to know her, he knew who she was. “Why am I willing to bet anything that she is probably feeding her fad information that he needs to know about this town to make these new changes?”

Liz shook her head, not liking his line of thinking. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. I’ve known her since she was a baby and I can say with certainty that she knows nothing about the supernatural world. Her Aunt has kept her in the dark for a reason.”

“There’s only one way to find out for sure.” He noted as he grabbed his leather jacket off the armrest of the couch and tossed it on.

“Damon.” The warning was in her voice hinting how much she disagreed with whatever plan he had just concocted.

“What?” A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “It’s not like I’m going to go over there and kill her. I’m just going to have a friendly chat with her and see what I can possibly get out of her.”

“I’m telling you Damon, she’s innocent in this.” Liz shook her head. “Don’t do anything stupid to draw more attention to yourself.”

“I make no promises.” He called out as he made his way out the door. Just as he reached it, Stefan and Elena walked in. “Liz has some news for you.” He said the words as he walked past them. “I’m sure she’ll fill you in on where I’m going too.” He added before either of them could question him.

Y/N L/N had been sitting at the bar of the Mystic Grill. She held a drink in one hand with a pen in the other. Her eyes had been looking over the pile of paperwork that was sitting in front of her. Her hair had been pulled up into a neat bun that she had yet to take down since she had left the office over an hour ago. The heel of her shoes tapped against the stool as her leg bounced slightly.

While she was all for Mystic Falls getting a new Mayor, she hated all of the paperwork that now needed to be done. All of the paperwork that Mayor Lockwood had left unfinished needed to be compiled and brought to the office by tomorrow morning. Leave it to her father to make things a bit more difficult by also requesting specific files that she needed to track down. Many of them were decades old and she was almost positive that a majority were lost within the archives.

Her father. How much that thought made her stomach turn a bit. Her father, a man that she barely knew, had become the new Mayor of Mystic Falls. Before the rather quick elections, she hadn’t seen her father in a handful of decades. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen the man. Now she was going to be seeing him daily at work.

She almost quit the day he had been elected. But after some long and much needed persuasion from the other staff in the office, she didn’t. Her coworkers had been right, she knew the ins and outs of the office a lot more than anyone else would. A smooth transition between Mayors was better than the chaos that she’d leave behind if she quit. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be finding another job in the not so distant future.

From the corner of her eye she could see someone walk up to the bar beside her. It had happened a few times since she had sat down. From experience, she knew whoever it was would order their drink and leave moments later. She didn’t even bother moving her eyes away from the document she was reading.

“The last time I saw someone sitting here, working away as hard as you are, he became a drinking buddy of mine.”

Her head tilted slightly barely taking in the person now beside her before her eyes moved back to the document. “That position for me has been filled for quite some time. Not looking for another one.”

She knew exactly who she had been speaking to. Damon Salvatore definitely wasn’t a stranger to the town and she knew that. He was good looking and she’d bet her whole paycheck that he knew it and used it to his advantage. While she did have a bit of a weakness for the man with the gorgeous blue eyes, there had never been once that he actually took the time to notice her as she once hoped he would.

She could still feel the slight sting she felt after the most recent Founders Party. She had attempted to speak with him. Just a way to introduce herself and try to get to know the man. He had only given her vague answers before walking off to speak with Elena Gilbert. While Y/N wasn’t by any means a jealous person, she knew when a person only had eyes for someone else. She had decided then that she was better off not getting to know Damon.

“You can always have more than one drinking buddy.” Damon took a seat on the stool next to her.

He watched as her eyes scanned over the documents before placing a ‘sign here’ sticker on the page before she continued on reading a moment later. The hand that she was holding a glass in began lifting. It came up to her lips and she took a drink.

“Not interested.” She said as she placed the glass on the bar. Damon frowned at that and she hadn’t missed it. She held back the smirk that wanted to form on her lips as continued to focus on the page in front of her.

There was a part of her that felt satisfied that she could throw him off. It was obvious that he wasn’t used to someone ignoring his usual charm. And while it was easier to keep her guard up while speaking with him, there was that part of her that wanted to cave and give him her full attention. Attraction or not, she wasn’t sure she wanted to give into that part of herself. He could just be wanting to pass the time with and if there was one thing she knew, that never usually ended well. Not when it seemed he had been interested in someone else.

“Is there something I can help you with, Damon?” She asked a moment later as she fully turned to face him. She watched as his mouth opened slightly and closed soon after when he couldn’t get the words to pass his lips. The action itself had caused her eyebrow to raise slightly.

This definitely wasn’t what Damon was used to. He was used to women wanting to hang onto his every word without needing to use compulsion. Of course he knew he could do just that and compel her for the information. He could even just get her to tell her father that he needed to be on the council. But as his eyes caught the sight of a necklace hanging around her neck, he was almost positive it had vervain hidden within it.

“How about just having a drink or two with someone other than our drinking buddies?” He asked. He watched as her eyebrow raised once more and he put his hands up as if surrendering. “Just until you are done with work. I could really use an outside opinion on a few things.”

A soft chuckle passed her lips. “Isn’t that what the bartender is for?”

Damon looked over at Matt and grimaced slightly. “Yeah about that, he knows all about the problem. It wouldn’t really help with wanting an outsider’s opinion on my problems.”

She looked over at the paperwork for a moment before looking back at Damon and sighing. “Fine. You have until I am done with this stack.” She patted the paperwork in front of her as a smirk pulled at her lips. “And you’re paying for my tab as well.”

Damon chuckled, his own smirk pulling at his lips a moment later. “Deal.”

“You’re kidding right?” She asked with a laugh.

The paperwork had been finished for quite some time and put off to the side. The conversation had changed several subjects and kept her interest. She couldn’t bring herself to say it was time to leave when she was enjoying herself.

“Not at all. There are several stories I could tell you about how easy it can be to embarrass my brother.” He shook his head slightly. Damon had been telling her stories of his past that had kept her laughing.

He wasn’t sure when the subject had changed from what his ‘problem’ was, but she hadn’t seemed to mind it. It didn’t hurt that she was slightly buzzed from the alcohol she had been consuming. It made things more interesting and he couldn’t help but smile that she finally let him enough for him to start trying to get information out of her.

“That’s still not as bad as falling face first into a crowd at a festival in Richmond all because you were drunk enough to believe you could go crowd surfing.” She was shaking her head with a smile on her face. Her hand absentmindedly lifted and she ran her finger along a small scar that rested along her right temple.

“Oh, I would have paid to have seen that.” He said with a smile. “Now how exactly did the rebel child become the Mayor’s Aide?” His voice held curiosity. The whole time he had been speaking with her, he hadn’t brought up her job until now.

The smile she had moments ago fell at his question. “I was having a lot of problems out in Richmond. I thought I could do things on my own, but I found I just needed to come home. “ She sighed. “My Aunt had a job interview lined up for me. Surprisingly I’ve been really great at my job.”

“And how do you feel about your dad becoming Mayor, let alone becoming your boss?” Damon was sure that her answer to this question would give him a majority of the answers he’d been looking for.

She scoffed before shaking her head. “I’m not looking forward to it.”

His eyebrow raised at that. “I take it that the relationship between you two isn’t a good one.”

“Nope.” She said, popping the ‘p’. She looked down at the empty glass in her hand for a moment. “He wasn’t around. Too busy caring for his other family in some other state. But after the news reached him that Richard Lockwood had died and that Carol took over, he decided to come here and try to ‘make the town better’.” Her finger ran along the rim of the glass. “Doesn’t help that he’s had the position for less than a day and I have a mountain of paperwork that I have to get to him by tomorrow morning is rather annoying.” She rolled her eyes slightly at that and Damon chuckled. “Both Richard and Carol never gave me this much work in one night.”

Damon felt relief as he had taken in her words. Liz had been right about her. He could see that she had no clue about the secrets that this town had hiding in the closet. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice that there was nothing off about her previous bosses.

“How can I help take some of the workload off?” He offered.

While it had been mostly for the purpose of getting more information on the new Mayor’s plan, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to gain her trust in the process. If she was his possible ticket into the council meetings, he’d help in any way that he could.

“Um,” She bit down on her bottom lip for a moment, unsure how to respond to his offer. She had always been one to get her work done on her own, never really needing help. Her eyes moved over to the clock hanging on the wall. Her shoulders sagged as she took in the time. She had spent way too much time talking with him. She sighed as she looked back over at him. “Unless you know someone in Archives that would be willing to stay after closing, there really isn’t much you can do to help.”

How did she let herself lose track of time? She should have left when she needed to. Especially if she had no idea where some of those files would be locked away. She was going to need more time in the Archives and there was just no way she could do that so close to closing time.

A smirk grew on Damon’s lips. “Believe me, I can get you all the time you need.” He stood up, pulling his wallet and put a few bills on the bar to cover the drinks they had.

“Seriously?” She asked, hopeful.

“Seriously.” He nodded his head. “Come on, grab your stuff. As long as we get there before closing, we’ll be fine.”

A smile grew on her slips as she stood from her seat and collected her things. While any other time she would have asked more details on his connections, but there was something about him wanting to help that she didn’t question him. And to think she almost cursed at herself for staying longer than she had intentionally planned.

It took less than ten minutes for them to walk down the street and get to the Archives. It took Damon less than a minute to compel the employee to let them stay until she had gotten the files she needed. He could see the relief washing through her the moment they reached the room they needed.

“What is it that we are looking for?” Damon asked as he stared at the several aisles of shelves that were filled with boxes.

Placing her back on one of the tables, she pulled a sheet of paper that held a long list of file numbers. Folding it in half, she carefully tears it to avoid any of the numbers and letters her father had written down. Once finished, she held one half out to Damon.

“Old case files that for some reason my dad wants to look over.” She said as she watched him take the half she offered to him and his eyes began looking over the numbers.

“Did he say why he needed them?” He asked as he began making his way down one of the aisle, his eyes searching for the first set of numbers written on the boxes.

“Something about needing to check if the case files were done correctly.” She shrugged her shoulders as she began walking in a different direction than Damon. “My Uncle was a cop here in Mystic Falls before he retired. He used to complain that someone never did the paperwork right. Guess my dad wants to check in on that now that he has the power to do it.”

That made Damon suspicious. Even as he found the first file on the list, he knew that Mayor L/N was definitely checking in on things. The file that he currently held in his hand was an old case file for an ‘Animal Attack’. While Damon had killed his fair share of people throughout his lifetime, he knew he wasn’t responsible for this particular one.

Closing the file, he tucked it under his arm and moved onto the next file. They were going to be needing to keep a close eye on the Mayor if he was looking into old cases that could start pointing fingers. He had just found the next file when he heard a gasp leave Y/N’s lis and the sound of files dropping to the ground.

“What happened?” He asked, turning in the direction she had gone. He tried peering over the boxes, but when he couldn’t see her, he began looking down each aisle until he found her.

She stood in the middle of the aisle with several case files surrounding her on the floor. She had a file opened in her hands. She hadn’t responded to him and he moved closer to her, he could see tears flowing down her cheeks.

Her name passed his lips softly, trying to get her attention. Whatever was in that file, had a grip on her that it took several more seconds after he said her name for her to look over at him.

Her eyes had been filled with more tears when she did. “This is-” She shook her head slightly trying to form the words clearly. “This is my mom’s case file. My Aunt always told me she had been in a horrible accident.” Her eyes moved back to the file, taking in more of the information.

“What happened to her?” He asked as he came to stand beside her and looked at the file. He could see she was currently looking through the images that were attached to it.

“The report says it was an animal attack.” She shook her head slightly, trying to process the information she was taking in. “What animal does this?” She asked before holding out the file for him to take. “I’ve never seen something rip into someone like that.”

Taking the file, he looked down at the images, official statements and the reports. If there was one thing that Damon could tell from any kind of ‘Animal Attack’ that Mystic Falls officials could try and cover up, it was the very thing he was looking at in the photographs. This was undoubtedly done by a vampire. As his eyes looked at the last image, taking in just how close she had been to losing her head, Damon knew exactly who had done it.

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Review of Official MCU Timelines: Marvel Cinematic Universe Guidebook

My (unofficial) but logical (the right one) detailed timeline of the Phase One

Review of The Old Official Timeline

This is the review of Phase One dates from Marvel Cinematic Universe Guidebook: The Avengers Initiative.

Note: Fury's Big Week events and dates will be covered in a separate post.

Correct dates are highlighted in blue, and incorrect ones - in red.

Iron Man:

Pages: 7, 18, 24.

✔️ The guidebook starts with contradicting the time periods from the old timeline: the first timeline of the MCU told us that 6 months passed between Tony escaping the cave and "I am Iron Man". The guidebook confirms my conclusion that these events took place within less than a month (May 2 - May 25, 2008), and that "days" rather than weeks or months passed between the Charity Ball and the day Tony fought Stane.

Pages: 10, 22, 27, 66.

❌ We know that Tony was born on May 29, 1970. When his parents died, he was already 21 years old. And until May 29, 1992, he was still 21. The movie doesn't say he became CEO of SI when he turned 21. It says "at 21," so unlike the book, it's not a mistake. Tony had a few months between his parents' death and his 22nd birthday to earn two PhDs. During those months, Stane served as the company's interim CEO. Funnily enough, this stupid mistake will haunt the new official timeline book.

Page 12.

❌ That's not entirely wrong, since it says "nearly", but I did it better. They couldn't work on the armor for three months simply because Tony wasn't able to do it for most of that time. He had to spend two months recovering from his injuries and surgeries, one week creating the reactor and the plans for the armor, and only about three weeks actually building the armor.

Page 19.

✔️ This confirms my conclusion that the reactor change did not occur on Tony's first day home, or even the next day. Tony came home on May 2 and Pepper changed the reactor on May 4.

The Incredible Hulk:

Page 38.

❌ As I determined in The Incredible Hulk timeline, Hulk couldn't have run from Rio to Guatemala in one day. It would take him 3-4 days to get there. Add those days as Hulk to the 17 "without incident" days. So it can't be the same 17 days, but rather 21.

Iron Man 2:

Page 53.

❌ This is what "not thinking" looks like. No, Marvel, there are more than 6 months between May 2008 and May 2010.

Page 57.

❌ It couldn't have been "the next day" because the day after Tony's birthday party was spent with Fury and Howard's treasure chest. That was May 31st (2 days after the party).

P.S. Someday I will look at the other statements (non-date related) in this book, because some of them are truly ridiculous.

Page 58.

✔️ This confirms my timeline, which states that the events of IM2 take place over several weeks, not just one.

Captain America: The First Avenger:

Page 101.

❌ "A year later", Marvel?! From June 14 to November 3, 1943 – only 4.5 months!

Page 108.

✔️ ❌ It's a tough question how long it's been since Rogers went behind the lines to rescue the 107th prisoners. Two options: one day (at least 12 hours of marching) or two days. Clues from the movie fit each of these.

Page 115.

❌ MCU movies are inconsistent on what year this train mission took place. The same movie, CA:TWS, says it was both 1944 and 1945. Tie-in comics Fury's Big Week, say it was no later than 1943 (another reason for me not to take it seriously). This book says March 1945. What we get is that all sources contradict each other. Given the original CA:TFA movie, and both 1944/1945, I can fix this error by saying it was December 31, 1944 - January 1, 1945. Everybody's happy.

Pages 124-125.

❌ A simple typo or the writer forgot the year of the Exposition, which is written on the previous page. It was 1943.

Page 127.

❌ Seriously, Mr. Writer? The guy looks like he's been a drill sergeant for 17 years? It's not even possible to be one that long. Plus he still wears Grade 4 Sergeant insignia, which means he's never been promoted in his "17 years" as a drill sergeant. He is either very bad at his job, which raises another question - why is he still there, or the statement makes no sense. Mr O'Sullivan, or whoever wrote this, Sergeant Duffy's phrase only means that "Nobody's got that flag in 17 years" in general, and does not mean that he was a drill sergeant there all that time!

Why I point this out: This is a good example of contractors taking something from the source material (movie) without using logic. Always use logic, please.

Thor - Thor: The Dark World:

Page 181.

✔️Further confirmation that it's only been two years since the events of the first Thor movie, not three as Fury's Big Week tells us: Thor (November 2011), The Avengers (May 2012), Thor: The Dark World (Fall 2013).

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once-a-traya · 5 months ago

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Sometimes getting a review code early is a blessing. Getting it a month before release, a miracle. Until you play the goddamn thing and realize it's something you've always wanted, and yet when the credits roll there's no one you can talk to about it because it'll be a week before anyone gets to know anything but leaks and speculation. You can't even yell "seriously don't worry" at people fretting about the quality of the ship. (and then when you write your piece, it has to be about all the other things you loved about it, and not the thing that spoke to you most of all)

I am an old. I was there when BioWare first started including queer relationship options, and it felt transcendant, a way to finally explore nuances of life and thought and emotion that often get swallowed up in mainstream story templates about romance. But that became commonplace, and it started to feel more like a template all itself - something to copy and repeat, instead of finding ways to make those romances work into the very fabric of the story told, to make them call and respond.

I feel this way about a lot of romantic media in my assigned domains (genre tv/film and games), mind you. Maybe it's my age. I find myself longing for stories about people who grow and face trials together, who weave into each other's lives, but that's rarely the focus. Romance is drama and big kisses.

I think in some ways the best BioWare romances have always been the ones interrupted: a Liara who goes to build her own life in between adventures, who can be an equal partner. A Kaidan who, because you played a man, didn't make awkward we-must-get-them-to-kiss advances on you in the first game and instead got to know you as a person. The timeskips and careful layering of Dragon Age 2. Building a relationship, not tacking it on. Hell, my favorite BioWare-adjacent ship will always be Atton and the Exile from KotOR 2: an unfinished game by a studio whose difficult questions never mixed well with BioWare romance structure, leaving us with two traumatized people who never got over their own limitations and pain enough to love each other openly.

So it's meaningful to me to trip over something that feels like it cares enough to really build and make the journey itself meaningful. (at least this relationship, as my poor Henry spent copious hours dodging people flinging him at Katherine) Though it means more waiting, since you're all still playing, and I'm serious when I say that the beauty of this particular romance sits in its context, the events and dialogues that have little to do with hearts, and the stuff the game forces you to think about as you play (do I want to take this risk? Hans begged me not to).

I am very glad it's out there, though. I crave meta and fic about all the gaps - what happens to Hans while he's angry at Henry, how Henry's feeling, the events at Von Berglow's stronghold after they get captured, Maleshov, Zizka-and-crew, adventures in Kuttenberg, but also all the stuff you guys probably haven't reached yet. Samuel. The siege. Boot soup. That quiet but important little conversation when both Henry and Hans get their first serious commands at the same time and struggle with the weight. And whatever the hell went through Hans's head in those thirty seconds before Henry reciprocated.

There is just so much here to talk about. I really hope we all will.

(though let's not talk about the solid five hours i thought i'd hallucinated the first romance dialogue check with Hans because i didn't know yet and I assumed they would never, ever actually do anything with the clear subtext)

(and now I slink away, feeling gratuitous, as always. Thank you for the nonfannish friends who got me through that terrible post-credits week, you are relieved of duty.)

#gratuitous #kingdom come deliverance #kcd 2 #kcd 2 spoilers

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sillywillygrahamcracker · 4 months ago

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I’m sorry for how long it’s taken me to do a Comic-con post, but I ended up spending my entire day yesterday on flights, and I only got back home at almost one in the morning, and I’ve spent today trying to catch up on sleep. I’m still super sleep deprived, so forgive me if I fuck up and say something wrong, but here’s my best retelling of the weekend:

I flew in on Friday and spent the day looking at all the stalls, and buying everything that was Hannibal-themed (which was only like 2 things; a poster, and some lovely artwork by samanthadoodles), before going to my hotel room. (But seriously, two floors for an entire building, and there was only like 3 Hannibal things, the other one being the $500 funko pop)

On Saturday, I made it to the second building for the Hannibal panel, and ending getting there way too early and sat for an hour, and it was totally worth it to get really close seats (like, 5 rows from VIP)

Hugh and Mads were amazing, it was clear how excited they were for this, and the crowd was very hyped up for this. They got asked a lot of the same questions as always, but my highlights were:

The interviewer asking what they like to collect, and Hugh immediately saying hands, and then spending the next 5+ minutes trying to not sound like an insane person, but as soon as he was done, Mads just said “feet” and nothing else

When the interviewer asked them what they did as a sort of catharsis after filming scenes, Hugh said they would go to this chicken wing shop, and Mads gave him a look and ask if he though it really was chicken (haha funny cannibal joke)

Mads saying that he (as in himself or as Hannibal, don’t quite remember) loves Will, and when the entire audience went “awww”, he said “not in [the awww] way”

Hugh’s facials expressions anytime a question was asked were pure gold

When asked about their ideal ending for the show, Mads said that there was none, and he wanted the show to keep on going forever

I don’t remember if it was a part of that question or a different one, but he also joked that he hoped there was a trampoline beyond the cliff, and talked a bit about what season 4 could be, not as a “if we get the chance to”, but almost like he was certain they would get to do it (crossing my fingers that this means it was already confirmed behind the scenes and I’m not being as nuts as always)

They also talked about working together on King Arthur, which was super sweet!

The panel was great to experience live, even if it ended way too quickly. After that, I was in second group to get photos, so I ended up eating a sandwich on the floor while I waiting. Then I spent a bit waiting in line, which moved ahead super fast, and before I knew it, me and my mom were hugging Hugh and Mads and smiling for the camera. It was really fast, probably less then 20 seconds before it was over, but they were both incredibly nice and when my mom mentioned it was my birthday, they both said happy birthday to me (and yes, I started bawling as soon as I left the room/curtain thingy). I also can confirm that Hugh Dancy is as small as they say, because I’M pretty damn short and he was just a touch taller than me.

We grabbed our copies of the picture, and while waiting in line to buy a protective case, I saw that we were right next to when the autographs were taking place, and Hugh and Mads’ were right next to us. Hugh’s was $110 for a photo and selfie, and I thinks Mads’ was closer to 200, give or take, and it could only be paid in cash. I didn’t think I had enough, until I looked in my wallet and saw I had EXACLTY 110 LEFT, so I ran over the where the line was forming for Hugh and sat there giggling like a little kid. I met two other guys there, who were both as insane about this as I was (and I would also like to mention one of them told Hugh he was the president of the prince Char fan club, which was the funniest thing I had heard)

I was at the front of the line, and when it was my turn, I grabbed one of the photos of him (because they had a table of photos of him in different movies/in Hannibal, and I just grabbed the first one I saw) and I honestly was just try not to cry in front of him and I just kept thanking him over and over made kinda made a fool of myself, but he even signed “Happy Birthday” on my autograph, and went around the table to give a hug for the selfie, and it was all just a blur for me. I didn’t even come back to my body until I had already left, and I just went back to my hotel to keep sobbing for the rest of the night.

I heard they did photos and autographs again on Sunday, but I didn’t get to see, though I was seen a clip online of someone handing Mads Hannigram fanart to sign and him just smiling and calling it kinky, which I think happened on Sunday

At 6:20, I made it to the building where Hannibal fans were meeting up, and honestly, everyone was just so nice there, people had made charms and friendship bracelets, people were giving out their artwork, pins, and some had even printed out photos from both Hannibal and from other works like Nigel and Adam, and someone was even giving out free salted caramel chocolates, people were showing off some really good cosplays, including one terrifyingly accurate Mason-when-he-got-his-face-cut-off and it was just so sweet and welcoming, and I was so sad to leave :(

Tomorrow, one jet lag finally stops trying to put me in a comatose state, I’ll post everything I got on the second day, but for now, I’m going to go back to sleep. Comic-con was fucking unforgettable, and I’m already planning on showing up again ❤️

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannibal nbc #sillywillys insomia strikes again #murder husbands #eccc 2025 #comic con #it truly was a wonderful weekend #thank you everyone who had a part in it #and it was amazing to meet so many other fannibals

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universecorp · 1 year ago

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Hearbeat pt.2 Teaser

Summary: After starting a situationship with your best friend from high school, things start to become complicated. Especially when you start to catch feelings.

Jaehyun x Reader Haechan x Reader (In pt2 and 3 )

w.c.: 2.3k

Genre: Comedy, smut, and angst

Warnings: Sexual themes, small argument

PLAYLIST: ♡

Sitting in a Dennys at 2:00 AM is not how you expected your night to end. You and Donghyuck had spent the better part of an hour talking and getting to know each other. He was easy to talk to, and funny, you didn’t feel like you were forcing any of your reactions which made you feel a lot more at ease than usual.

“Wait, you're Haechan? The streamer?” Donghyuck nodded, shoveling a scoop of hash browns into his mouth. “That’s so fucking crazy, my best friend loves your streams. We used to fuck and I remember one time he got the notification for your stream and stopped mid fuck to watch you.” Donghyuck nearly choked on the strip of bacon he was munching on.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You shook your head. “That’s so sick, did he at least like pick up where he left off while watching?” Another shake.

“I had to push him on his back and ride him.” Donghyuck laughed loudly, catching the attention of most of the other late night eaters, but it was clear he didn’t care.

“Now that I think about it, there was this one time I read a comment and it deadass said ‘I was fucking my girl and stopped to watch.’ I thought it was probably a troll, but that might’ve been him.”

You scoffed, shaking your head once again. “There’s no way that was him, he would never refer to me as ‘his girl’ it would be kind of funny if that was him though.” Donghyuck hummed in agreement, it was all he could do since he didn’t even know Jaehyun.

There was a small awkward silence filled only with the sounds of plates clinking and light chatter from the other patrons. Donghyuck looked like he was having a debate with himself befofe hr finally opened his mouth. “Look, uhm, I don’t usually do this, I honestly don’t usually take my hookups to pre-breakfast either, but I was wondering if I could get your number?”

You were a bit shocked. You thought maybe this was normal and Donghyuck was just one of those nice guys who treated his fucks to post coiatal meals. Hearing otherwise brought a bit of heat to your cheeks.

“So uh… is that a no? Don’t leave me hanging here.”

“Oh no, wait no, I mean yes! Yes… you can have my number.”

“You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately. You and big head aren’t fucking again right?” Minjeong was doing your nails on the floor of your dorm, and you were definitely making it hard since you were texting Donghyuck with the hand she was trying to get you to dry.

“Of course not. I’m texting a new guy, I met him at that party me and Jae went to.” Minjeong perked up at the mention of a new guy. Talks like these reminded you of being a teenager, but they were always relaxing. You seriously owed Minjeong some girl time anyway with how far up Jaehyun’s ass you had been for the past year.

“So what’s his name?”

“Donghyuck, he goes here obviously, also get this, ” Minjeong leaned in “he’s that streamer that Jae likes a lot.”

“No way!?” Minjeong gasped, she accidentally swiped a little polish on your finger, but you didn’t mind.

You nodded, smiling basically ear to ear. “Yes way, and he’s so cute. He’s telling me how he wants to take me on a date this weekend!” You closed your phone to give Minjeong your undivided attention while she swiped acetone over her previous mistake.

“I’m happy for you, I know I was kind of an ass with all the ‘I told you so’, but I really just wanted you to be with someone who treats you for what you’re worth.” You knew that, but hearing it felt really good. You always knew Minjeong was just looking out for you, but she also knew that whatever you felt for Jaehyun wasn’t going away like magic. Even now you sometimes felt a twinge of what you used to when he did certain things, but it wasn’t as strong as it was a month ago.

“It’s ok Minnie, I know you only had my best interest.” You brought your nails hand up to blow on the wet polish. “Look on the bright side though, I went through all that and now I've learned my lesson. No more wasting time or energy on people who don’t deserve it.”

Minjeong jostled your shoulder, “That’s my girl.”

A week later you were with Donghyuck in his apartment, playing a co-op game called “it takes two” that he specifically bought for the date. He turned on his twitch to stream, but he left his mic off to enjoy the moment with you. He was ticking so many boxes and even Minjeong gave him the stamp of approval when he met her a couple hours ago. Everything today was perfect, he bought you flowers, ordered from your favorite takeout place and even surprised you with slippers for you to wear around the apartment. You had been seeing each other for about a month now so you figured he would be asking you to be his girlfriend soon, but you were in no rush. His gestures meant the world to you and even then just his presence was enough for you to feel satisfied.

Now the two of you were snuggled up side by side, controllers in hand and your head on his shoulder. Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing except your phone which had been buzzing on the nightstand for a good two minutes. “Hey babe, I can pause if you wanna get that?” You looked up at Donghyuck with a small pout before shaking your head. You felt bad that whoever was calling you clearly didn’t get the memo that you were busy.

“We can keep playing, I’ll talk and play, m’sorry.” Donghyuck waved it off as he waited for you to answer your phone. You rolled your eyes slightly when you saw Jaehyun’s photo, but still answered the facetime call. “What’s up loser?” You sounded less than enthused, but he should’ve expected that since you ignored his calls for two minutes.

“God what crawled up your ass and died weirdo and why aren’t you showing your face?” Jaehyun scoffed as if his facetime screen wasn’t paused.

“Just the fact that you’ve been calling me for two minutes. What the fuck did you want? I’m kinda busy.” You cursed under your breath since you and Donghyuck failed the game stage for the fifth time.

“First of all, I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner and come watch a movie, I’ll buy obviously. Second of all, if you’re gonna lie about being busy at least make it believable, I can hear you playing a game in the background.” Jaehyun had some fucking nerve assuming you would lie to him about being busy, but you weren’t gonna fight about it. You were gonna be civil. Even though Donghyuck had heard the way you and Jaehyun talked to each other before, he was a little annoyed that the other man was accusing you of lying.

“Jae, I’m on a date and we’re playing a game, so I actually am very busy.

“Wait… are you playing ‘it takes two’?” Jaehyun didn’t know about Donghyuck. He knew you had been on dates, but since he didn’t ask who with, you didn’t bother telling him it was Donghyuck A.K.A. his favorite streamer.

“Yeah, with my date.” You knew you sounded like a bitch, but you didn’t care. Jaehyun had barely been hanging out with you and even then it seemed like he only wanted to when he was bored. You were trying to follow Minjeong’s and your own advice and stop wasting time on people that don’t deserve it.

“If you’re actually playing a game with your date, show your face and his, then show the tv.” You were so close to hanging up on Jaehyun, but when you saw the screen pause and suddenly your phone was being held up by Donghyuck.

Donghyuck didn’t look happy. All of the irritation must have been building up to a point where even Jaehyun looked concerned. “Look, Jaehyun, I get it, you’re bored. I’m sure you miss having Y/N at your beck and call because you knew she would drop anything for you before.” Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak, but one glare from Donghyuck had him closing it immediately. “Those times are past and whatever sick game you’re playing at needs to stop. Got it?” The silence on the line was loud, Donghyuck knew he made his point. “Good. Now I’m going to go back to playing games with my girlfriend, enjoy the stream Jaehyun.” With that he pressed the end call button with a sigh and immediately after you were straddling the man.

“Girlfriend huh?”

Donghyuck set his controller down and placed his hands on your hips, it was all he could do to look cool despite the blush rushing his face. “Yeah uhm… I was going to ask you later during pillow talk after some earth shattering sex, but this is cool too I guess.”

You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “This is cool too, don’t worry. We can still have earth shattering sex but now as boyfriend and girlfriend.” It was Donghyuck’s turn to giggle now. “Do you want to keep playing, we could even turn on the mic?”

Haechan shook his head, “No I think it’s time for that earth shattering sex we were talking about.” You bit your lip trying to suppress a laugh, he was so goofy and hot at the same time, you didn’t understand how anyone could be capable of that.

“I think that can be arranged…boyfriend.”

“He told you off?” Mark nearly yelled, catching the attention of several of the other students in the library.

“Dude keep it down, we’re in a library.” Johnny reminded before focusing back on his music theory assignment.

“Sorry, he told you off?” Mark asked again this time in a more suitable whisper.

“Yes, and she didn’t say shit bro, she just let him.” Jaehyun grumbled, taking a chip from the bag Johnny had managed to smuggle in.

Johnny was pretty unamused with the entire situation, given that he asked if the two men wanted to study in the library, but had basically been talking the whole time. “Have you ever thought that maybe she’s over how you treat her. I know you think you’re like bestie of the year, but you literally evaded her feelings for at least 6 months just so you would have an easy fuck.”

Jaehyun scoffed, “Remind me to stop telling you about my problems.” Johnny simply rolled his eyes before training them back on the score in front of him.

“I mean he has a point. You knew she caught feelings a while ago, and your agreement was to break it off, but you kept everything up. Plus you were the one who kept fucking with her and being all domestic, she’s probably traumatized.” Jaehyun shot a glare at Mark; he did not come here to be ganged up on.

“She can’t be but so traumatized since she spends all her time with Haechan, or Donghyuck, whatever the fuck his name is.” Mark and Johnny looked ready to hit their heads against the table, but clearly this was a delicate situation that needed to be nurtured and cared for so that Jaehyun would actually get some sense.

“Jae, buddy, pal, old friend if you will.”

“Get to the point Johnathan.”

Johnny sighed, “See the point is, she’s in a relationship now. You had your 15 minutes of fame where she basically avoided getting into something because she was holding out hope for you. Now, she’s tired of waiting. She wants something that makes her feel loved and worth it and frankly, your bare minimum effort of taking her back to your place to watch a movie and then fuck, isn’t cutting it.”

“Bars.” Mark fist bumped Johnny, adding an explosion sound effect at the end.

“You guys are losers. She didn’t seem to be complaining about the movie and fuck a couple months ago.” Mark cringed and Johnny simply shook his head at the way their friend could so shamelessly talk about you like that.

“Jaehyun, listen to yourself, you sound delusional. She may not have been complaining, but that’s also because if she did you would’ve had to break all of that off. You’re acting like she broke up with you when the two of you weren’t even together in the first place.” Johnny’s volume was starting to increase, but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t the closest to you, but he refused to let Jaehyun disrespect you like this. “Also you literally only text or call her now when we can’t hang out. Do you think that makes her feel good?” Jaehyun opened his mouth, but Johnny cut him off. “Don’t answer that because I know you’re about to say some bullshit. You need to get with the program and stop treating her like some play thing that you decide to pick up everytime your other toys are broken!” Johnny finished closing his laptop and packing up his belongings.

“Dude, where are you going?” Jaehyun groaned before looking at Mark who was following in Johnny’s actions. “You too? Come on!”

Mark just shook his head, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before speaking again. “Dude, you have some serious soul searching to do. We don’t mind if you vent, but the way you talk about and treat her is sick.” Jaehyun just clicked his teeth in response to the younger man.

“Whatever.” Jaehyun stood up from the table and stormed out of the library.

“He needs to get laid.”

“Totally.” Mark agreed.

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wonderfullyinlovewithlife · 7 months ago

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Of Monsters and Men (part 2)

Kai Parker x Reader

WARNING: THIS IS DARK!!! THE THREAT OF SA is at the for front of this work, please be aware of this. know this. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Burning bodies, dead children. It's wild in here. Pain. Gore. CANNON KAI. I REPEAT. CANNON KAI. I think we forget that this man is a SOCIOPATHic KILLER FIRST. Though part one and two are seriously more light than what is to come.

Happy New Year!! So proud of myself for posting on the first of the month! I hope that means that writing will be at the for front of my year!! Love you all.

Enjoy! Please comment your thoughts at the end, I love seeing what you guys thought. And with that, onto the story....

Before today, you hadn’t known there was an hour in the day when a forest could be silent. That such a space could tolerate silence. Though, in all fairness, you hadn’t noticed the absence of sound until the lonely chirping of a small bird broke up the stillness with its song. You held your breath. Hours had passed, but you still felt incredibly on edge, waiting patiently for whoever was out there to find you in the rabbit hole.

Your knees felt stuck into place, skin cold and numb. You worried this bird was giving you away, as illogical as you knew it was to think such a thing. The sun wasn’t entirely out yet. It was sunrise, you figured, or that moment before sunrise when everything seemed cast in blue. Cold light streaked into the mouth of the hole you were in. You tried to relax a little, wanting to close your eyes, not necessarily to sleep, but not to have to look, to stare into the dark mud wall in front of you. You hadn’t touched the girl again after she slumped against you, dead. Your white shirt was soaked entirely in her blood.

You looked at her then for a long time. Was this a dream? You wondered if she had gotten smaller in the hours you had hidden away together. She looked like even more of a child now. This small girl you were sure you could hold in both of your arms if you tried. You wanted to commit her face to memory, but with her eyes closed, her small features seemed too child-like and nondescript, safe for a button nose that curved up so deliciously it made her look like a doll.

In the dim light, you could finally see the scratches around her hairline. It was as if she had tried to claw off her own face. You imagined that someone must have grabbed her by the hair, and this was her trying to fight them off. But you didn’t know where to take this scenario. Who would hurt a child like this? What kind of monster?

When it felt sufficiently bright enough, you twisted around to get your feet behind you to crawl out head first. You gently pushed the girl to rest against the other wall, her head making a horrible clicking noise. You turned your face away so as not to breathe in the waft of rot she emitted. For a moment, you thought you saw her jot. You froze, terrified. Was she not dead? You didn’t wait to look, scrambling out of the hole quickly, wanting nothing more than to return to the surface world.

It hurt your knees to stand. You took a tentative step forward and almost fell to the side. You needed a moment to adjust. You leaned against the nearest tree, a slim birch that wasn’t very wide, though its bark pattern intrigued you. It twirled in on itself, making it seem like the tree was covered in eyes. It was warmer than the dirt wall you had just spent the night against. The muscles in your back felt tight. You figured it was a result of the dampness, but you couldn’t do anything about it now. Now was the time to plan. You looked around at the forest. The trees here weren’t necessarily dense, but there wasn’t anything thick enough for you to hide behind or climb. They were all thin and tall, these trees. Like massive pickets sticking out of the ground.

There were two probable threats that you knew of in the forest. Firstly, those men who chased you into the woods and then, whoever had stabbed that little girl. The former was probably long gone by now, and if not long gone, then certainly waiting for you by the front of the forest, where their truck was parked. But that seemed far enough away not to be an immediate threat. You didn’t know what to do. Part of you figured that since the girl was hiding in the hole facing the front, she might have come running from the same direction as you. Perhaps that was how she found the hole. Maybe she fell in it like you.

It made good sense then just to continue walking forward. To the other side of the forest, if you could.

It seemed like a good idea. You let yourself take slow steps, the light fooling you into a calmer state where you didn’t need to rush as much. But it was strange now. You wanted to believe it was just the terror of the night that had changed you and made you see the world with new eyes. But the world around you hadn’t developed a new sense of beauty and mystique. As you walked towards nothing, you had the keenest feeling that the trees around you were anything but trees. Perhaps, you thought to yourself, this is but a dream, and I am still inside that hole.

You pushed down this feeling, not knowing what to make of it, and kept walking until you found yourself in the middle of a clearing with a big, beautiful house. It was a warm shade of grey, but behind it, a column of smoke stretched out into the sky. You thought at first that the back of the house was burning. You wanted to run out and tell the people in the home. But something in your mind held you back. The more you watched the smoke build, the more you realised that whatever was burning was doing so, behind the house. It wasn’t the actual house itself.

You wanted to see what was causing the smoke. But cutting through the clearing, you knew, would leave you too exposed.

The more you looked at the house, the more it seemed to soften. Like it wasn’t altogether there but rather a mirage of a house. A sophisticated illusion.

Hide, you thought to yourself, something here is very wrong. Though what, you couldn’t be sure. You let your mind take over and stuck to the tree line, carefully manoeuvring between them as you walked around the house. This was odd, you thought, to place a home here, in the middle of nowhere, so far from everywhere else. Was this where the little girl lived? You felt your head shake, no. You didn’t think so. She and this house felt like they belonged to different worlds.

The smell of burning got stronger, though the column of smoke you were approaching didn’t seem to grow anymore. It quickly faded into the white of the sky. You wondered if it was the owners of the house burning their trash. That was a popular thing around here with the more isolated homes. Though you were sure that wasn’t the case because it didn’t smell terrible. If anything, it smelt like sausages or maybe fatty meat cooking.

You froze at that, taking only a few more steps to see if you could catch what was in the bonfire. There were a few birch in the way.

It was bodies. Piled up. One on top of the other. Maybe seven altogether. That’s what was causing the smoke. Beside the fire stood a dark-haired man. You watched him poke at the bodies with what looked to be a large stick. You couldn’t quite tell from where you stood. You watched the fire break down the people.

Without breathing, you walk backwards the way you came. Those men in the parking lot be damned. You took one step, then another, not wanting to alter the man you were here until you were around the front of the house again. You couldn’t run, your ankle was still tender, but you needed to escape. Since he was behind the home, you figured you could cut through the clearing diagonally and go another way, not back the way you came.

But the second your foot broke the barrier of safety found in the tree line, you felt the world tilt to the side a little bit. You kept hobbling along. Repeating in your head so that you wouldn’t stop: He’ll kill you. He’ll kill you. You were going to die if you didn’t keep moving.

‘Hey!’ A voice called out from the front of the house. You didn’t even turn around. ‘I said, hey!’ You could hear someone jogging up to you, but you kept walking, limping along as you did. You wouldn’t turn, you wanted to get out of here.

The stranger grabbed you by the arm, spinning you around.

It was him, him. You started to shake and cry. You couldn’t stop yourself. It was getting hard to breathe. The skin around your face felt too tight.

‘You need to let me go.’ You said.

‘Why should I?’

‘I have to go home. Please let me go home.’

‘Why’re you covered in blood?’ He said to you, a jovial quality in his voice making it seem like you were talking about something light-hearted.

‘It’s not mine.’

‘Hot. But not an answer to my question.’

You looked down at yourself and then up at him. There was a strangeness to his face, like the lower half of his face was trying to convey something different to the top half. His mouth was smiling now, friendly. It was a practiced expression of civility. You could tell by how the upturned corners of his mouth quivered like he was forcing himself to look at you nicely. But his eyes were impassive. He watched you like you were a rodent, something he needed to make away with.

‘There were these boys.’ You began…not wanting to bring up the girl.

‘Boys?’ He frowned,’ Where?’

‘I don’t know.’ You said. ‘I think that way.’ You pointed in the direction behind you. He was still holding on to you. His grip tight.

‘What did you do to them?’ He asked now, some of that ice in his eyes thawing.

You shrugged, realising then that he had misunderstood you. But you couldn’t correct him, not now. Not if it made him back down. You used this opportunity to pull your arm back.

‘I did what you would do.’

‘Oh, I doubt that.’

‘Doubt whatever you like.’

‘I’m Kai Parker.’ He said, cocking his head to the side. ‘What’s your name?’

You didn’t know what to say.

He extended his hand out and kept it between the two of you, waiting to see if you’d take it and touch him.

‘I have to go now Kai. I have to go home.’

‘What’s home?’

You didn’t know.

‘Is this your house? It’s mighty big. There must be a lot of people here.’

‘You could say that.’

You nodded. Turning away from him and walking off.

‘Hey. Hey.’ He pulled you back around. ‘What’s the rush? It’s only a little after seven in the morning. With all your moving around you’ll wake the dead.’

‘Hm.’ You swallowed bile, mouth suddenly very dry.

‘Where is everybody else?’ You whispered.

‘They’re around back. Let me introduce you. It’s not often we get guests. Well, that’s not true. We get a lot of guests. But they don’t look as good as you, usually.’

‘I’m good.’ You said, standing very still. It was the wrong thing to say though, the resolve in his face was beginning to shift.

‘Walk. Now.’ He grabbed you, and you let him. ‘I wanna show you around.’

#lexi.thinks #kai parker x reader #masterlist #tvd x you #tvd x reader #tvd #self insert #kai parker

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bakusquad-101 · 2 years ago

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Christmas with the Bakusquad (Headcanons!)

made it early because I might not be active during the holidays 😞!

• Mina is the one that cooks the food like ,,she makes the food that give Christmas vibes ..Cookies,Muffins,Cake,mainly sweets but Kirishima tells her to cook real food ,knowing if they ate all that they would end up with cavities 😓! .Mina gets the Christmas spirit and always takes it very seriously,she saves up a lot of money to get all her friends something,buttt in results she doesn’t have enough to get her anything 😥!(im pretty sure the guys got something ofc).

what did mina get the boys?

Kirishima -A bunch of Nike stuff,and a huge teddy bear…maybe a couple of love things in there because why not?

Kamanari-She would definitely get him shirts that’s his style and another teddy bear !! (Definitely got him a pikachu plush)

Sero- Definitely got his ass some headphones because he always playing his loud music ,OUT LOUD!! (and a bracelet)

Bakugou-She got him a bunch of all might posters and probably got him braclets as well ..maybe thru some Nike socks in there..

(Ofc they all loved it bcs it’s Mina how could they not appreciate the only girl in the group?)

•Sero plays the music of course,a bunch of Christmas songs and his own music (he listens to Lil Tecca you can tell me otherwise !!,,maybe Drake too 🤫!) but he plays the music and helps wash dishes and make the food..he also got a bunch of movies they can watch after they eat.Overral he’s just chilling and listening to his music 😎!

What did Sero get them?

Bakugou-Got him some shirts (his style)and maybe a all might poster 😭

Kirishima-A bunch of workout stuff and also maybe some Nike things?

Kamanari-Some hats and definitely got him a matching braclet that costed like 30 dollars ,,ykykykyky those expensive matching braclets🌝!

Mina-Maybe a doja cat poster ,and a necklace(she owns a tons of them already tho? 😭)

•Kirishima is the one that helps with groceries when Mina needed other things for the food ,,it took him like a hour too get back because it was a lot but he also helped with the food,,he maybe took like 2 naps,he was moving all day helping his family and buying his friends their gifts (he so sweet goodbye 😞😞!!)

What did he get them?

Bakugou-OMGOGMOMGOG ,definitely got him matching shirts,braclets,and most definitely got him a allmight figure that costed like 100 dollars or sum (daddy and bf material 😘!)

Sero-Maybe a beanie with and a jacket (those designer ones) and got him a bracelet that also costed like 30$

Denki-Got him a shirt and a sweater bcs it’s cold and his quirk doesn’t do right in the coldness 😞!(also got him a Childish Gambino shirt bcs uhm..HE LISTENS TO HIM????!!!)

Mina-Got her a lot of stuff …Definitely got her some shirts and got her boots!!,maybe threw a 50$ bill in there (daddy and bf material🌝also..)

Denki definitely decorated the tree ,,like he went the store and spent half of his money on decorations 🙃!,it probably took him 2-4hrs to actually get setup because the tree kept coming apart and bakugou wasn’t helping he was to busy on his phone 😞!!..but finally he got it put up and decorated it ,possibly putting some photos up there of all of them and taking a pic ..and posting it on instagram (he so cute bye)

What did he get them?

Mina-Got her a matching shirt and one of those pink jumpsuits that had “M” it 🌝🌝!

Sero-Also got him like 5 beanies with some of those baggy pants (u can’t tell me he don’t wear baggy clothes 😭!)

Bakugou-Got him all ,All might stuff including a shirt,pants,and a jacket 😭😭!

Kirishima-why is everyone giving him Nike stuff?,anyways he got him some Nike socks and some shorts ,,BRO GOT HIM A NIKE TECH JACKETS ,SO YOUR JUST RICH??

Bakugou just sleeps thru the whole thing..only wakes up when it’s time to eat ..and goes back to sleep during the times they watch all the movies ..reason why he was sleep?,he was up all yesterday getting his friends presents ,,even Deku!! (Awe)

What did he get them?

Kirishima-Nike stuff..again..and maybe got him some matching things 😘😘!,very much threw 30$ in there

Mina-Got her a bunch of Doja Cat and Sza stuff ,,he definitely got her like 2-4 jumpsuits and a necklace!!

Sero-got him a bunch of beanies bcs Sero..likes beanies?,and got him some jackets AND GOTT HIM THOSE EMO ONES 🌝🌝!

Denki-Got him some shirts and maybe threw some glasses or a pair of socks in there for him 🌝,,I’m pretty sure he got him more but I can’t really think what he would give him 😞!

Erm guys I ship Kirimina and Kiribaku ,,pretty sure you guys already knew from the get-go 😫

Hope you guys enjoyed,this took me atleast a hour 😭

#mha fluff #bakusquad headcanons #mha #kirishima fluff #denki fluff #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou #kirimina #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #sero fluff #sero hanta #sero headcanons #denki headcanons #bnha fluff #mina ashido headcanons #mina ashido #kirishima headcanon

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mins-fins · 1 year ago

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bring it back

&&. you tell donghyuck all the time, but his fists are always so bruised he doesn't listen.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: weird rejected hybrid thing

warnings: literally fighting, is this relationship safe? idk!!

word count: 1.3k

notes: this spawned while i was reading one of my old old things back from my wp era and i suddenly got inspired.. only reason i chose hyuck is bc hes the first member who came to mind when i thought about writing 😣 im also a little obsessed with him atm.. i sort of left you all with radio silence yesterday, was supposed to post a timestamp but didn't, my apologies isanator nation (like 2 ppl) anw! don't take this too seriously, i don't get into fights and don't know much about fighting, my google search history looks very concerning rn ☺️

"come on! is that really all you got? those hits were weak".

donghyuck sits up defeated, but he doesn't allow for such an expression to cross his face, the last thing he wants to do is look like a sore loser in front of you, though he clearly is with how he got knocked to the ground by a single punch.

he refuses to think about the fact.

you raise an eyebrow at the sight of him catching his breath on the floor, a taunting chuckle leaves your lips, a chuckle donghyuck narrows his eyes at. if you knew sparring meant you'd have to meet donghyuck's piercing glare more than once in the span of five minutes, you would've offered to be his sparring partner much earlier.

you think he looks adorable when he's mad.

"done verbally berating me now?"

"not sure i'll ever be done".

you extend your hand forward, and donghyuck takes it instantly. once you help him to his feet, he gives you a pout, one you press your finger to. "what the hell are you pouting about?" you inquire, and donghyuck's eyes roll.

"you beat me like— five times, y/n".

you scoff lightly, shoving your boyfriends shoulder. "and i'll continue beating you if you don't stop hesitating before every hit" you lean closer to press a kiss to his lips, trying to erase the pout with an act of affection, but he stays pouting.

you snicker as you pinch his cheek, turning on your heel and walking towards your duffel bag on the other side of the room. what can you say? throwing your boyfriend around the room makes a guy thirsty.

donghyuck stares at you for a moment, studying your figure, then groans. "y/n".

"hm?"

you turn back to look over at him, and donghyuck has to stifle his laugh. how is it that you look so harmless right now when you just spent up to almost an hour breaking every bone in his body? he finds it hilarious how quick you can switch tunes. "one more round".

shock gleams in your eyes. "you sure? i thought you were tired.."

donghyuck is quick to shake his head, suddenly filled with an abrupt surge of determination. "yeah, this'll be the last one".

you blink, but you don't seem to mind, because you shrug, dropping your bottle of water and beginning to stretch your arms. "i'm starting to think you like being thrown around, should i note this down as a kink of yours?"

your smile is tormenting,

the good kind though.

"do whatever you want y/n~" donghyuck muses, a sing songy tone of voice accompanying his words. you study his body language for a while, cracking your knuckles. "i'm not letting you win again".

"ah really? you think you're gonna beat me this time?"

"wanna bet?"

you seem to like the sound of that, if the way your eyes light up is any indication. donghyuck's got you, perfect. you scour your mind for ideas, tilting your head as you smile at your boyfriend. "fine then, if you manage to knock me to the ground i'm all yours next week".

donghyuck's eyes widen to a comically huge size. "you serious?"

"slow your roll, baby, i said if you manage to knock me to the ground".

donghyuck clicks his tongue, an acception of the bet you put down. "don't underestimate me so quickly".

"underestimating? i'm just saying what's true, how many times did the sim kid knock you out last week? ten? fifteen? if i didn't know any better, i would've assumed you were weak".

god you're so skilled at this, you know exactly how to hit donghyuck where it hurts, both literally and figuratively. you know exactly what to say, and know exactly how they'll affect him. trash talk is something your so good at, sometimes donghyuck forgets it's all an act.

you know donghyuck can fight better than he actually does, his attempts at punches right now are vastly different to the punches he throws during actual fights. you know he's much stronger than he thinks, but for some reason, he seems to.. soften around you.

it's cute in hindsight, but he's been slacking lately, and you have to get him back on track.

"weak huh?"

"yeah, you going easy on me?"

your posture is relaxed, you don't want to make the first move, your waiting for donghyuck to surge forward and try to hit you. he narrows his eyes, your feet tapping rhythmically onto the floor and your arms crossed. "not a chance".

you chuckle at donghyuck's statement, a chuckle that angers donghyuck. what the actual fuck are you being so cocky about? he wants to wipe that smirk off your face, no, scratch that, he wants to punch that smirk off your face, he's going to make you wish you never said anything.

without saying anything more, donghyuck surges forward, a move you weren't expecting, but one you knew how to deal with already. a right hook, simple, easy to dodge and easy to counteract.

"was that a punch? i bet renjun could throw a better one than that".

donghyuck grits his teeth.

"don't mention renjun".

"oh? am i striking a nerve?"

you are striking a nerve, and donghyuck is about to strike you in the face. he keeps throwing punches, a flurry of hooks left and right, he has to hit you, he will hit you.

you're completely unfazed, the hooks nothing you haven't seen before. you swing your right hand over to parry the hit donghyuck sends you, using your position to your advantage and delivering a punch to his side. it catches him off guard and he winces, reeling back in just the slightest.

you give him no time to adjust, taking his distraction into consideration and surging towards him, a left jab to the side of his stomach. he stumbles back, trying to gather himself as his head spins in dizziness from the hit you delivered.

you let out a small scoff. "come on, hyuck, you have to hit me".

donghyuck grunts, moving forward with a left hook this time. "i'm trying" he grits his teeth, an action that makes you smile. donghyuck gives a small tch at the sight of you smiling, he hates it (that's a lie, he loves it).

you don't even try to hit him back, just continue stepping backward as donghyuck sends hit after hit.

he narrows his eyes, but you just smile again, you're really starting to get annoying. it's then that donghyuck notices something, your legs, he can use that to an advantage of his.

so, without any prior warning, donghyuck punches your lower stomach, a punch you weren't expecting. when you reel back from the hit, he decides to take his chance. an uppercut, a right jab to your side, and a haymaker to the side of your face.

donghyuck doesn't know where all of that came from, but it seems to do the trick, because you have no more strength to continue fighting. you stumble for a moment before falling over, hitting the ground and rolling over as you clutch your stomach.

donghyuck immediately gasps as he sees your state. "holy shi— oh my god! are you okay!?"

you give a tired smile, sending a thumbs up to the air. "i'm alright, that was great, babe".

it's only then that it dawns on donghyuck. "i beat you".

you nod.

donghyuck breathes in and out, he truly can't believe this. "i beat you, holy shit i beat you!"

you chuckle at how excited he sounds, breathless from the blows he delivered to you. "yeah, you did, congrats champ".

donghyuck falls down beside you, flinging his arm over your stomach and moving closer to you. "i get to have you all to myself now".

you raise an eyebrow. "you've always had me all to yourself".

donghyuck giggles. "i know, but i knocked you to the ground this time".

"don't get used to it".

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x male reader #haechan x reader #haechan x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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blue-thief · 1 year ago

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do you perhaps have some headcanons about mr. isagi? <3

OFC!! <3333

on top of having 2.0 vision (and well, metavision) his VVIQ score is a perfect 5

this helps him a lot with art and he's actually pretty good at it even though he's not as passionate about it as he is with football/soccer

he started drawing through doodling his favourite manga characters and he's able to recreate art styles almost perfectly

he's actually pretty careless when it comes to his schoolwork (esp for STEM) so sometimes he'll hand in incomplete work bc it looks like he's already filled in certain questions

like no. you doodled an eye instead of solving for "x"

he canonically hates science, but if he had to choose one branch as his favourite, it would be chemistry (not boring & derivative memorization like bio but not absolutely insane like physics)

something might contradict this in canon but i hc his handwriting is pretty shitty lmao

since so many sports anime characters look like him (nanase haruka, kageyama tobio, etc) i like to pretend they're all cousins and they meet up at family reunions to compete to see who's better at their respective sport

so yeah despite having no siblings he has a shit ton of cousins who he's really close to

he was conceived by accident 💀 his parents love and coddle him despite this

despite showing the exact opposite of the typical symptoms (great spacial awareness, scarily good empathy, etc) i still say he's got autism lmao. he just has a really unique type yk

his hobby is canonically walking, but i wanna expand on this a little bit

he somehow doesn't listen to music on his walks

(in fact, he doesn't listen to much music at all. that's why his fav song is from a commercial 💀)

furthermore, he rarely ever brings his phone out on walks at all. he likes being at one with his surroundings and he doesn't want his phone to distract him

which is understandable. unless we're talking about how he'll sometimes walk 2+ hours to go to a friends house AND HE DOESN'T HAVE IT?? NO GPS??? NO MAP NOTHING

he's just spent so much time walking around saitama he has a map of most of it installed in his mind

he really doesn't use his phone much at all. he has a few accounts in case he wants to check something out, but he doesn't post anything + barely follows anyone + even has a blank pfp on everything

he apparently received 0 valentine's chocolates in the previous year, but a few ppl from school had a crush on him

he's not popular or anything but some ppl over the years thought he was a genuinely sweet guy and quietly observed him from a distance

he's completely oblivious to this

his school friends all have way more romantic experience than him and they all tease him for this

he gets really frustrated about this and tries to convince himself he likes certain ppl in hopes of something sticking

when he genuinely likes someone he's oblivious to this too lmaoo

he's the type of guy to take dodgeball in PE wayyy too seriously

the first time he swore was when he was eight and got mad at his teammates for slacking off

he got in trouble for this and never swore in front of an adult ever again

(the lack of any physical adults in blue lock made him fall back on his foul mouth)

his fav class is PE in canon but i think i remember something about isagi hating baseball? that might have just been someone else's hc but yeah

he enjoys basketball and badminton, but he thinks volleyball is mid

the one time his school tried floor hockey he enjoyed it well enough

american football is just way too confusing for him

he had no backup plans in case football/soccer didn't work out, but he'd be fantastic in psychology and/or politics

#i got more thoughts but i forgor 💀#blue lock #bllk #asks #isagi yoichi #yoichi isagi #bllk isagi #bllk isagi yoichi #bllk yoichi isagi

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enbypotat53 · 8 months ago

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OKAY so I just spent an hour collecting screenshots, time for the analysis!

(AS ALWAYS, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR INANIMATE INSANITY EPISODE 18 UNDER CUT!!!)

So I'll be tackling this like the episode 17 analysis, breaking it up into parts (except probably many, MANY more parts), but I'll start with Inanimate Island! (This won't be chronological, mostly just a by-area thing!)

And by god, do we start off strong. AN ANTHONY KOS SONG RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE?? HOLY SHIT.

Mephone thinking back on everything, his regrets about how he treated the contestants, his fears.. just. Wow. STRONG opening. (Also his little infodump to Mepad whilst they're still asleep/booting up, me too bud. Me too.)

Gotta admit I got choked up as soon as we started, both from built-up emotions whilst waiting, and just.. how powerful this was?? He cares SO damn much about the contestants, and Cobs destroyed EVERYTHING. This was his life, his escape (and we'll get to that later). Jesus, dude.

SPEAKING OF.

FUCK THIS GUY.

Holy SHIT did Joshua Waters do a phenominal job voicing him. I don't know if I've said it before but the II crew did SO good when they recast Cobs. Genuinely I don't think I could've asked for anyone better - you KNOW a VA is great when they can make you feel PHYSICAL RAGE just by saying their lines, y'know? When I first saw the trailer I had to actually take a break because I felt sick to my stomach just HEARING how this fuckass corn cob speaks to Mephone. His frequent infantalisation (both of Mephone, the contestants, the creatorbots, AND the viewers), and his manipulation, just.. eugh. He's probably the most well-written villain I've seen in a WHILE. AND HE'S SO PATHETIC?? He's a disgusting manchild who abuses his creations because it's the only semblance of power he'll get, and IT'S GREAT. I HATE HIM (/POS).

And ngl the self aware "it's good, just don't watch S1" gag made me choke on my lucozade, so thanks AE.

AND HOLY SHIT?? MEPHONE ACTUALLY FINDS HIS VOICE AND REBELS?? I'M SO PROUD OF HIM 😭💙

Again, more of Cobs being an asshole, but bless the Shimmers - they were so damn naïve, I'm glad they were warned and managed to get away, they just wanted their child back, man :(

NOW ONTO THE SCENE THAT MADE ME AUDIBLY SCREAM AND PUNCH MY BEDROOM WALL.

THEY KILLED MY BOY. MY BABY BOY.

Fun fact: I sent this message to a friend 2 hours before the episode dropped

Yeah I'm not okay.

Not gonna lie, I had a feeling it might've gone this way but I was PRAYING it didn't. Fuck, man.. Mepad is one of my absolute favourites for a multitude of reasons - he loves the contestants with all his heart, he'd do ANYTHING to protect them, and even though we could see how angry he was at Mephone in episode 17, he still gave his life to save him (and by extension, everyone else). He's a goddamn hero, but I wish he didn't have to die (and yes, I will be drawing fanart to cope). Glad he had a moment to be a badass though, Mepad is the living equivalent of "when the calm one gets mad, you know shit's about to hit the fan" and I love him for that 💙

ALSO LOOK HOW DISTRAUGHT TACO LOOKS?? MY BABY GIRL NO 😭😭😭

You could tell how much she cared about Mepad, and their friendship was SO important to me. I'll touch on this later but end song hurt my soul, ngl

AND WE OF COURSE HAVE COBS' DEATH.

So 10 image per post limit on the app fucked me over yet again, but I wanted to also briefly talk about Toilet so no popcorn image :(

I honestly think this death was so damn fitting for Cobs. It simultaneously feels dramatic, yet so utterly pathetic. It doesn't take itself too seriously, yet it's so built up and suspenseful - this is the moment we've ALL been waiting for. Seeing this bastard get his comeuppance. And to see his demise be a consequence of his vanity? He believed himself to be above everyone - he placed himself on a golden pedestal, thinking himself to be untouchable; he never would've believed he'd fall for such a simple illusion from "feeble minds", yet he did. He's a washed up old hack, through and through. All that grandeur? Just a façade. And honestly? The popcorn scene was so damn funny. Suitcase just casually offering Mephone a part of his father's cooked corpse had me cackling like a madman, it makes Cobs seem even more pathetic than he already was; reduced to a soft, delicate, utterly flavourless food that (if we're thinking about real-life movie theatres and how much popcorn people leave on the floor) is commonly stepped all over by everyone around. He remains in death how he always was in life.

(As always this'll be part one of the analysis, so strap in, folks! This'll be a long one!)

#inanimate insanity #ii spoilers #inanimate insanity spoilers #ii 18 #ii 18 spoilers #ii 2 #ii2 spoilers #ii season 2 #inanimate insanity season 2 #ii movie spoilers #ii movie

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woneuntonzz · 1 year ago

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what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸

anton lee x afab!reader (part 4/5)

• part 1

• part 2

• part 3

• part 5

warnings: cussing!

genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love

word count: 5.3k words!!

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ description: student athlete!anton x studious class officer!reader | you swore to yourself, to you friends and even to your parents “I'm not one to easily fall.” and you thought you were that tough, not until him of course. [note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first ever post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]

[Day 14]

“You seriously aren't dating?”

It's been over an hour since you've set yourself to finish the very last thing that you needed to complete your grades in Economics.

You and a couple of your friends were in the library on an early Tuesday morning to finish schoolwork. You've spent the past week taking tests, conducting group presentations, finishing remaining school work, and preparing for the finals which were to be held the next day.

“No —shouldn't you be studying? I heard your class is getting a long test from Mr. Choi later.” you didn't bother drawing your eyes away from what you were doing hoping that they would stop pestering you with the unnecessary questions.

“That's not a problem to me, so stop changing the topic. Tell us what's going on between you and the swimmer guy, you two are always together nowadays 's so hard to miss now.” you stopped and stared at the paper you've been working on, giving Liz a quick glance.

“He likes me.” These words slip past your mouth like it's been resting at the back of your tongue.

”And?” you sighed at Liz's urges and pursed your lips, trying to find the words to explain everything.

“I haven't reciprocated.” your response was very subtle but your tone indicated hesitance.

“For real? Well, how do you feel about Anton?” Liz's question made everyone take a pause on what they were doing, they were all eyes and ears for you.

“Anton —he's very sweet, and he cares about me, like, a lot. And you know how I've been bothered by him ignoring me for like, months? I just suddenly became interested in befriending him, even just a little bit —but, yeah, that happened. I don't get why it bothered me so much that it got to a point of him confessing out of the blue, does this mean I like him too?” Your eyes lingered on the empty space on the table you occupied.

Your friends exchanged worried looks, unsure of how to help you.

“I mean, you were mainly worried that he hated you, right?” you weakly nodded at Danielle. “Normally you wouldn't really care about that stuff, at least since last year, so looking at it now it seems like your fixation on Anton must mean something.”

You sighed, averting your eyes from the table and staring on the floor below you as you started to think. Because of something that happened back then, I just stopped caring for anyone with a negative sentiment towards me. I didn't care when that girl I swore to the heavens I loved suddenly stopped caring about me just because of a stupid rumor, I didn't care when people started giving me glares, whispering to themselves when I passed by, I didn't care when I saw the screenshots from group chats that talked shit about me and my friends. I just didn't care, but what made me care for him? —you started to reflect on your feelings and actions for the past year.

“I'll be fine!” The sudden shift of tone and the smile that sprang forth your lips shocked your friends.

“You sure? We're really worried, you know.” Liz held your free hand and caressed it with her thumb.

“Yeah, I think I got it.” you heartily smiled at both Liz and Danielle to reassure them.

Danielle went to give you a warm embrace whilst Liz had her arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze.

In all honesty, even you didn't know what you meant by "I think I got it.”. What was the next move? Just go with the flow —you repeated in your mind, allowing yourself to be receptive as the next few hours flew by.

————— ୨୧ —————

Anton sat next to you in the classroom with a very few others, those including you who chose to stay back for lunch to finish the workload.

Both you and Anton were busy with something, with you assisting him every now and then since he had a lot more to work on.

Despite the very heavy atmosphere brought in by the stress from school, you and Anton appeared to be marveling in your own little world, sifting through paperwork with such radiant expressions embedded on your faces.

“How should I design this?” Anton held up his unfinished project.

You turned to face him, crossing your legs and holding your chin to imitate enthusiasm. “You know what it needs?”

“Please don't say Barney the Purple Dinosaur, that… thing… It terrifies me.” Anton shimmied his shoulders to express his supposed fear.

“WHAT? He's cute!” you pressed on him, making him breathe out a laugh.

“So you're saying Barney looks like you?” your eyebrows nearly touched from what he had just said.

“Excuse me? Do I look purple to you?” you jabbed at him with 'threatening' eyes.

“No, what I mean is, if he's really cute as you claim, he should at least resemble you.” Anton calmly explained.

His zealous explanation made you chortle. He was immersed in your laughter, your voice, your eyes that disappeared as you chortled on, and the corners of your lips that rose higher and higher, because of him.

“Oh, so I'm your basis for what you classify as cute?” you breathlessly spoke, still trying to recover from your disoriented state.

“Well, yeah! look at you…” he cupped your face in his hands, gently squishing your cheeks.

His eyes went from your lips to your eyes after you had gone completely quiet. Your eyes meet each other, stuck perfectly as if binded by glue. He delved into the pools of your eyes, trying to capture what it is you're trying to tell him with your stare.

“Anton.” Your serene voice made Anton blink.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“Can you give me a little more time?” he breathes in after hearing your question, but you spoke again before he could utter a response. “To think about… us.”

Your face was still in his hands. He started softly brushing his thumb against the skin of your cheeks. “Of course. I'm sorry, am I moving too fast?”

“No.” but I'm falling too fast —you were only able to finish your sentence in your mind, still afraid to admit your feelings.

You were still quite unsure. You were still afraid that things would end up the same way it did for you past 'relationships', you were already thinking about the plausible downfall before anything had even started.

————— ୨୧ —————

The bell rang, students scurried out of the building, being chased by the obligation to study for the exams tomorrow day.

“Don't message me tonight okay? Both you and I have A LOT to study.” you iterate to the guy walking beside you.

“Yep. I'll be crying over chemistry… if you even cared.” you playfully rolled your eyes at his humorous cry.

When you stepped out of the school gates, you were expecting him to wave goodbye and walk the other way, but then after being about a meter away from school, you stopped in your tracks.

“Why are you still with me? isn't your house the other way?” you furrowed your brows as you looked at him.

“You're crazy for real, my house is literally in the same direction as yours, keep walking luv.” Anton placed his hand on the area below the back of your neck, lightly pushing you to continue your steps.

“Wait, really? you've always walked the other way…” at this point you were just questioning everything and you already had a lot on your mind considering the exams.

“I visit the record store nearby before going home.” you simply nodded at Anton for his clarification.

“Why?” you asked to which he shrugged.

“I like it there. It's peaceful, it's vintage, the music is fire, and the owner is very nice.” it was true that he often visited that place before he went home, but not everyday, what wasn't a fact is that his home is actually in the same direction as yours. “I can take you there some time when you're free.”

“I'd love that.” you utter, smiling to yourself, keeping your eyes on the vamp of your shoes.

You two kept walking till you reached the gates to your house and the sun was just about to fall.

“I never knew you lived just right ahead.” you were unlocking the gate when the words fell off your lips.

“Are there no people inside to open the gate for you?” you swung the gate open and looked at Anton whose eyes lingered on your bedroom window on the second storey of the house.

“My dad's abroad, my mom's at work.” you shake your head away from the gloomy thoughts, smiling up at Anton.

He smiled back, subtly biting down on his bottom lip.

“Get home safely Tonii.” there was a glint in Anton's eyes when they enlarged in a modicum.

“Uh —Oh, yeah, you too.” Your laughter filled his ears and soon enough he cracked up as well.

“What do you mean 'you too'?” At this point, you're just breathing out your words. “I'm literally at home right now!”

“You never know, Barney might be right behind the door to kidnap you…” Anton eyed the door of your house, his actions gave you the creeps and the thought that an intruder might actually be inside your house waiting for you flashes in your mind.

“Ow!” you hit Anton's chest, but still, he laughed.

“Go home! you didn't have to give me anxiety you know!” Anton chuckled once again looking down on you who was looking up at him and pointing at his face, acting menacing in jest.

“Go inside your house first, what will happen then if I left and Barney ends up kidnapping and eating you alive huh?” you both had pursed lips in an attempt to suppress a laugh.

“Okay, okay. I'll go in.” When the two of you finally calmed yourselves down, you walked to the doorstep of your house.

You had the door wide open, just enough for Anton to catch a glimpse of your humble home. You stood by the door, already inside the house. “Message me when you get home, will you?” you asked eagerly, just loud enough for Anton to hear you despite the distance.

“I will.” Anton replied, matching your volume.

He waved at you as a smile crept up to his face.

His smile somehow caused you to feel some kind of current coursing through your entire body. You had to defy the urge to just walk right back to Anton to make him feel what you felt as your eyes traced the curve that gradually formed on his lips.

He kept his smile as he started to slowly disappear from your sight. You were so smitten that you failed to notice that he walked back to the direction where you came from.

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About an hour has passed, and the message you'd been waiting for since you've had yourself settled at your study table is yet to come.

You've been flipping over your notes, sequentially staring at every word delineated with different color variations of highlights.

Maybe he forgot, he must've gotten really tired… —you began to think of a thousand reasons why he hasn't messaged you yet. You exhaled heavily, laying your head on your forearm resting on your study table. You shifted your head to the side and eyed your phone. You were pondering on just grabbing it and asking him where he was and why hasn't he messaged you yet.

You sat up with both hands at the sides of your head. After a few minutes of resisting and a long blink, you finally gave in.

Anton just got off the bus when he felt his phone vibrating in his hands. His eyes went bulging out of its socket when he saw your name.

Anton couldn't help but beam at the little nickname you gave him but he quickly gathered his thoughts and gulped, glancing at the quiet street of their neighborhood. He couldn't stand making up a nonsensical excuse that you'll eventually dissect within seconds, he didn't want you to think that he doesn't really care or that he forgot, that he got too tired. It wouldn't make sense for him not to speak or be with you even if he's exhausted to the core, he could only be in repose with you after all.

A downturned smile formed on Anton's lips. He made great effort every time he intended to flirt with you, and he was aware when you flirted back, he just wasn't certain if you meant any of them. He surely meant every endearment, often masking them with his little quips. He didn't want to think you were just frivolling with him and he's quite abashed with even having to take a second to think about it.

He felt his phone vibrate in his hands again, this time you were calling. He picked up almost immediately, and you were met with the ceiling of his room.

“Nice wall.” you uttered.

“It's the ceiling.” he was chuckling out of frame

He had his phone set up on his desk and you could see his medals and trophies at the background, and his cello. You were eager to ask him about his cello, ask him to play you something, and maybe even teach you. You cleared your throat as you cleared out your thoughts.

Anton sat down on his desk chair facing his phone —facing you.

“Where are the others?” Anton asked as he watched you blurt down what you were studying.

“Oh, they backed out.” your tone was nonchalant and your head hung low, pouring all your attention to blurting, or at least you were trying to.

“Really?” he was almost laughing and you heard it, making your left brow rise.

“Mhmm~” you hummed back.

“You sure it's not because you wanted to talk to me?” Anton's tone sent shivers down your spine.

He sounded calmer, and a lot more alluding, so much so that you had to stop and stare at your notebook for a while to calm your mind and give it some space to process what to reply.

“Maybe —Well, yeah, I guess, but I called you to study.” your voice took after his making him feel assured.

Despite the soporific air in his room which he inhaled, he was wide awake, wanting to just hear you talk on and on and on again. His yearnings were answered not long after.

“And I guess I wanted to… hear your voice —again.” your figure remained placid in his eyes, but deep inside, your heart pounded like a whole planet of people marching together.

“Really?” somehow his voice became a lot lower, while still having a comforting and peaceful cadence.

“Mhmm~” your hum, this time, was a lot more mellow. It filled his ears and it got stuck in his head like a song that he almost hummed too.

“Everything about you is so, so beautiful.” your heartbeat persisted.

You looked up to your phone to see him, and there he was, giving you the same smile he left you as he stood by the gates of your home. How could you not smile back? in a matter of seconds, you shied away from his stare, looking back down on the paper that you've almost forsaken.

“Hey —uh —let's have this talk some other time. There's still a lot to study, especially for you.” Anton could hear the frailty trying to break out of your voice.

He chuckled spurring your attempts to calm your heart down to fall short. “Okay, lovely.”

Your head fell right onto your desk, producing a loud thud.

“Y/n? you okay?” your sudden action stunned him.

“Yeah, yeah, i'm fine! let's just study, please!” you pleaded as you lifted your head back up.

You just had no idea that his heartbeat was in sync with yours. He just wanted to be by your side again. He didn't want the call to end just yet, he loved hearing your voice, but at the same time he couldn't wait for the next day to come so he could admire you closely and marvel in your presence.

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[Day 17]

Finals have come to an end. Some tests were easier than others, but you were confident, you were gonna be in the Top 5 of the ranks. You felt particularly good during those 3 days of absolute mind torture. Within those 3 nights, you and Anton have been having your study calls. You would both study the whole time, while also fighting to make the other blush more than yourselves.

It's a cloudy Sunday morning, you could tell it was cloudy since the sun has yet to peek at you at the time it normally would. You had just woken up from a good night's sleep and felt very relaxed that you had nothing to worry about anymore. No pending schoolworks, no group projects and presentations, no more quizzes and exams, and most importantly, no more school for a few short months.

Once that long awaited break greets you and pats you on the back, all you'll have to do is brace yourself for your senior year, your final year. You've been thinking really hard on what course to take and all you've ever been is nothing but unsure even with the pressure of having only a year left to figure it out.

You got your phone from your bedside table, and without checking it, you headed downstairs.

“Hey, hun', your grandpa asked if you wanted to come over and visit, we'll only be there till dinner.” your mom asked as she eyed your figure that slowly descended from the stairs. “Your grandpa is having some visitors if you don't mind.”

You lightly smiled at your mom and nodded.

It's been a while since you've paid a visit to your grandfather's haven —as you'd like to call it. He owned a huge flower field, filled with flowers that he and his family adored. Your grandfather loved seeing people with mouths hang open, admiring the beauty, the work, and the thought put into this field. He could've capitalized on it, but he didn't. He made a gateway and a stone path through the field, and anyone could go in and out. He always watched, to make sure that no one would ruin his beloved flowers, but for the most part he just wanted to see the appreciative nature of mankind towards such beautiful beings.

In the car ride to your grandpa's, your mom would ask you about everything that's been happening for the past few months. It's been quite a while since the two of you had an actual conversation. It was a great relief that your mom missed you as much as you missed her, where every night when you hear the sound of her parking the car in the garage, you couldn't bring yourself to get up anymore and greet her. It would be too late in the night for you to be up and it would worry her, so you would just lay there and you would see her with only the moonlight shining down on her, and she would caress your hair and leave once she's assured that you've been sleeping well.

After some catching up with your mom, you finally arrived at your grandpa's. He welcomed the two of you with a warm and wide smile spread across his face. He smelled like a pie of mixed fruits, which could only mean one thing.

“These visitors, they want to buy my field.” both you and your mom went wide-eyed from his words.

“You said yes?” your mom's hand reached for her dad's forearm, keeping it there.

“Well, not yet.” your grandfather scratched the back of his neck when your mom let out a loud sigh.

“Well, grandpa, if you can refuse it, you definitely should. That's your gift for grandma for her last birthday, and she's looking over it from the heavens. Who knows what these visitors would do with these fields. They might clear out all the flowers and build a factory for all we know!” your grandpa looked at you with contrite eyes.

“I know, I know, but they've really been pushing me for almost 8 months now! I was hoping we could talk it out through dinner.” you had so much trust in your grandfather, and you knew he could resolve this, you knew he would never give up the field, even for his own life. “And maybe you'd like their son too.”

The worry painted on your face was diminished within seconds.

“Dad!” your mom lightly hit his shoulder with the hand that used to rest on his forearm.

“What?” your grandpa seemed to be a little too indifferent with the situation he'd put you in and it made you a bit upset.

“Did you set her up with the son!?” your mom had a firm grip on his shoulder now, slightly shaking him as she spoke.

“I guess so.” your mom sighed even heavier than earlier. “Their son is a good guy! He's a bit timid, but he was tall! really tall… and I believe he plays basketball —or was it football? I can't really remember, but—”

“It's fine.” you blurted out, arms crossed and gloomy eyes pinned to the floor.

“I'm sorry my little tulip. I shouldn't have. You don't have to, okay? I'll try my best to convince them with my words and cooking alone, and if it doesn't work, then, I don't really know what to do —but you can just settle, okay?” your grandpa placed a hand on top of your head and gave it a gentle pat.

You could only nod and give him a weak smile. You loved the field, it's the only fragment of your grandmother that you'll be able to keep till your last breath. When you were born, it's been over a decade since your grandmother had passed. You had never been in her presence, but in the fields, you could catch a glimpse of her amidst the clouds, smiling down at you.

Before you knew it, the night would fall. You made sure you looked proper, still staying true to your words that you were not there to impress anybody.

You helped your mom with setting up the dining table. When the bottom of the glass pitcher you held touched the table, you heard your grandpa say “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Lee! —oh, and hello to you too young man!”.

You sighed, but then you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head and was met with your mom's reassuring smile. “Nothing's going to be sold, and no one's going to be forced into anything, okay?” she says softly, before making her way into the living room to greet the guests as well.

Her words made you feel at ease, the heavy feelings that slowly weighed down on you started to dwindle.

Put away the cloth you used to handle the pitcher, and you could hear your mom, grandpa and the guests coming into the kitchen.

“Oh, and that's my granddaughter Y/n. She's very smart, and she can sing too!” you suppress a laugh from hearing your grandpa's proud tone.

You turned around, and your mind went spiraling. It seemed out of the blue, a very peculiar instance. Perhaps this was entirely by chance as this was never a part of your wishes and prayers.

“Y/n y/s/n?” you tensely nod at who you could only guess as the mother of the family.

“You know my granddaughter?” your grandfather tilted himself to the side out of curiosity.

“Hmm, yes. We know her very well. She's known for being one of the top students in their school, in fact, she's helped our son a lot with his schoolworks since he had a lot to catch up on.” the mom gave you a warm smile after her sentence.

“Our son is very thankful. We hear your name quite a lot and we've really been wanting to meet you.” This time, it was the dad who spoke.

Your lips quivered. You're just simply at a loss for words.

Everyone was sitting on the dining table, and there he was, sitting across from you.

“Oh, I thought you were a basketball player because of how tall you are! good for you! I feel like being a swimmer is a lot cooler!” your grandfather would excitedly exclaim somewhere in the adults' conversation.

You and him never bothered to join in unless you were asked.

Once again, being in your own little world, when the adults had gone to the living room to talk, the two of you went to the flower fields.

“This place is surreal.” you barely believe that you were hearing the same mellow voice that you could never seem to get off your head again after a while.

“Yeah? just imagine how it would look under the light of day.” you crouched down to touch one of zinnias.

You felt his lofty figure crouch down next to you.

“I missed you, you know. My parents tricked me into coming here. I just said I wanted to see this field, but when we got close they told me they wanted me to meet the field owner's daughter. It was like they were implying that I get no bitches.” you couldn't help but laugh at him.

You turned yourself around and carefully sat yourself on the stone path with your knees bent towards your body. You could feel some of the flowers tickling your back making you giggle softly as you looked into his eyes.

“I missed you too Tonii.” he gave you a smile as bright as the moon above.

You both looked up to the sky and admired the stars, and the crescent moon.

“It was so cloudy this morning. I can't believe this sight would be possible.” your voice was very gentle, still admiring the night sky.

Anton looked into your shimmering eyes. He could see the reflection of the moon greeting him. It was telling him something. He was so mesmerized by you that he wouldn't even realize that you were already staring back at him.

“It's kind of funny, you know? it's like the universe was taunting us, telling us we're gonna meet another romance that was not each other, but in the end it's still us.” you tilted your head, trying to see through Anton's entrancing gaze.

“I like you too Anton.”

Despite the cold air of the night, heat traveled throughout your entire body as you watched his eyes grow larger.

“Am I hearing things? Y/n? Y/n are you there?” you released a hearty laugh and hit his chest playfully.

You allowed your hand to rest there, and you could feel his rapid heartbeat that went at the same pace as yours. It wouldn't take long until you were both staring into each other again, and at the same time, at the same speed, your eyes would shift to each other's lips, and they would meet eventually. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he had placed a hand to support your back as he leaned in closer, and closer.

“Y/n? Anton? Where are you?” you two would hurriedly stand up from where you were when you heard your grandpa's calls.

You glanced at each other's flushed faces before a flashlight shone right onto your faces.

“Oh, there you are. Well, Anton and his parents will be leaving now.” Your grandpa gave Anton a big smile, signaling with his hands for Anton to come back to the house.

You walked back side by side with your hands latched onto one another.

You two were met with silent stares when you entered the house with linked hands. You two would let go from each other and Anton would go stand next to his parents.

“We'd like to thank you for the wonderful meal, we really do appreciate it.” Anton's mom shook hands with your grandfather, and would give your mom a hug.

She went up to you and hugged you as well, a little bit longer than you expected.

————— ୨୧ —————

When you got home, you had asked Anton if you could give him a call since your time earlier was cut short. He immediately said yes and you two would be on facetime again, this time with no books or notebooks, not seated at your desks. You were both just lying on your beds with your phones in hand.

“Wait, you like me too?” Anton had been asking the same question for the past 6 minutes

“Yes!” you laughed.

He just couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe him either. You've been thinking about it ever since day 1, it was just now when you realized that you did feel the same.

“Are we like g-f and b-f now?” he places a hand over his mouth acting like a shy toddler.

“Ew, don't say it like that!” He ended up laughing too.

“Okay!” his laughter would fall to an abrupt stop and it would go silent for a while that you almost asked him if he was still there. “But seriously, what are we?”

“Well, we feel the same. Couples become couples because of reciprocated feelings. Now put two and two together.” you made little hand gestures as you spoke, and he just smiled, but deep inside he was awestruck, still finding everything unbelievable.

“We're… we're together now holy shit.” you couldn't help a gasp from escaping your mouth. You've never heard him cuss so heavily before, it sounded harmless —well of course, he's Anton— but it was so foreign to you that you just bursted out laughing.

The two of you talked and laughed throughout the night, and when the clock ticked at 12, you two had to say goodbye.

“Good night Tonii.” you yawned, making Anton expel a chuckle. “Can't you stop laughing at everything?”

“I should be the one saying that to you, but anyways, I just think you're so adorable, leave me alone.” his last words were muffled as he hid the bottom half of his face under the covers. “Good night lovely. See you again tomorrow.”

Tomorrow was another day, and a very great one as it turns out. Suddenly you two weren't hiding the fact that you two would hold hands and were always just centimeters away from touching noses. Your friends and Anton's alike didn't seem to be surprised at all, they were more likely relieved that the two of you finally came to a conclusion to what they thought shouldn't take too long. After all, the painfully obvious mutual feelings you shared were so strong that your friends and he would have distorted faces by the end of observing you two. But now, the clock is finally set.

“So you're saying, your grandfather spent almost a half of his life on that flower field, and it would be his final and greatest gift to your grandma?” you hummed an affirmation at Anton's query. “Woah.”

“The commitment made me believe that there is indeed true love.” you said in a very dramatic tone, looking off into the distance.

“I can do that for you too.” he took great offense from you laughing at his face. “I'm not kidding!”

“I mean, it,'s not that I don't think you can or would, you don't really have to. There's a lot more ways you can express your feelings, my grandpa just happens to be a very hard-working man who appreciates the smallest of the small things in life.” Anton just loved it when you got so immersed with explaining.

“It's love.” he blurts out.

“Yeah. Love.”

Love drives us to do the unthinkable, the perceptively impossible. Love is complex, but you would know it when you feel it, you would know when you've found it. And it is when love is exchanged unconditionally that life begins to finally be as fulfilling as they claim it to be in books and movies.

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