#I’m probably gonna steal this from my subconscious

[unitedstates0fdakota]

Is there a trope like where a guy is seeing a vision/hologram/etc of someone, but they know all the lines so they play the part of themselves and the other person? Or like just mouth the words along? Cuz that just happened in a dream I had and I feel like it’s a thing?

Idk how to explain it well in the dream this guy was telling me about someone he knew and had fallen in love with, and he was in front of a mirror so I saw both sides of the remembered conversation with the person in the mirror, and he knew all the words to it so whenever the other person was talking he would whisper the words as they said them. Is this a thing?!? This has got to be a thing right? I can’t remember any media I’ve seen having this in it but it’s gotta be from somewhere 😭😭😭

[dmercer91]

perfect girl, ms25

in which mackie spends the day with the sophomores best girl (set last season, 18+!!)

i feel the need to apologize for this but alas i will not,

enjoy! (this is 2.4k words of porn with no plot. mackie samo the man that you are)

your legs were sprawled over marks lap when a knock on the door stole your attention, a small tap to your thigh the force that brought it back

“probably food for mackie. bring it to him for me, hm?” you nodded softly, sliding off him and standing up, heading towards the door.

you bent to grab the bag, nodding to mark to confirm it was food, and then heading upstairs towards mackie’s door.

you knocked softly, waiting for his hum of approval before opening the door and stepping in, but not moving towards the bed.

a movie played on his tv and he’d been laser focused on it before you’d come in.

“hi, mack. i brought you your food,” you murmured, his eyes scanning you before he sat up and patted his lap, grinning

“thank you, baby. c’mere,” he said, confirming he wanted you on him.

you closed the door gently, shuffling over to the side of his bed and setting down the food as you found your way to his side, not on his lap but your legs laid over his.

he opened his bag and pulled out his meal, getting a couple bites in before he moved his fork toward your mouth and you blushed

“i’m ok, thank you,” he tilted his head, fork remaining in place.

“have some, baby. s’ good,” he insisted, moving the fork closer and raising his eyebrow at you. you parted your lips, letting him feed you and nodding after you’d finished, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“good,” you confirmed, earning a satisfied chuckle from mackie.

“d’you wanna watch my movie with me, baby? or is mark wanting you back,” he asked, looking down at you while piling his last bite of food, cleaning up his takeout container and setting it on his bedside table.

“wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.

mackie had always taken good care of you. they all did, but mackie especially.

mark gave you the most attention, but he could get rough and distracted. ethan was a little all over the place, and you had a hard time reading what kind of mood he’d be in.

luke, despite often allowing you to steal his bed and clothes, only truly used you when he was having it really tough. dylan was sweet to you, but you found him quiet and a little too tame, though you loved him outside of your alone time

mackie took his time- he knew how to use his words and he controlled you in a way that meant you’d be sated. like he was telling you what he wanted, but it was only ever for your benefit

so if you had been given the option to spend a few hours with him, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

he laid down, pulling at your waist so you’d join him, wrapping his arm around you fully once you’d settled with your back against his chest.

the movie played quietly while you dozed off in his arms, his fingers eventually finding their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up around your hips and then moving to the band of your panties

your body shifted, subconsciously allowing him to slip them off you and throw them the the floor.

“you think i can just slip right in, baby? you’re fuckin’ made for me, won’t need to get you ready, hm?” his words went in one ear and out the other, your dazed hum confirmation enough for him.

so, he did as he said, gliding the head of his cock along your core a few times before pressing into you, a shocked gasp immediately slipping from your lips as you blinked tiredness from your eyes.

“mack- nh. mackie, you-“ your eyes fluttered shut again when he adjusted, but then kept still, a soft chuckle echoing in your ear.

“there’s a good girl,” he cooed, watching in awe as you squirmed to adjust to him. “just wanted you to warm me, baby. gonna stay right there with me inside you,”

a sweet moan tumbled from your lips as his hand ghosted over your stomach, barely grazing the bulge he was causing.

your head leaned back against his shoulder, eyes wide looking up at his with tears collecting on your waterline.

“shh, baby,” he soothed his hands along your hips gently, kissing your temple as you tried to relax into him now that you’d almost adjusted “feel full?”

you gulped, nodding to his question. “yeah? y’ can feel me stretchin’ you? feels good?” he smirked, tilting your jaw so you’d continue to look at him.

“so good, mack.. n’ deep- so, so deep,” you babbled, a small whine following your words. you’d wanted so badly for him to move- rock his hips a little. but he said he wanted you to warm him, so you listened.

“such a patient baby girl. so perfect f’ me,” he whispered, a little dazed and lost in his own control over you- but still maintaining it.

“watch the movie, baby,” he released your jaw, nodding to the tv screen and kissing your temple sweetly. you nodded, trying to keep your attention centred on the plot and not the aching wish that he’d move- just give you a little friction.

his phone buzzed with a text from the sophomore group chat, and a smirk found it’s way back to his lips.

from, estapa: princess still up with you, samo?

from, samo: watching a movie

from, eddie: fuckin hog

mackie chuckled to himself, kissing your temple again and mumbling your name into your ear sweetly. you hummed, sparing him a glance before letting your eyes drift to his phone that he’d set in front of you.

“you wanna give them a little show, baby?” you furrowed your eyebrows, not clueing in to what he meant until he opened his camera and adjusted your legs so your knees were up to your chest.

you moaned at the movement, watching his phone carefully as he angled it to snap a picture of him seethed inside you, your grown arousal drooling from your centre and leaving shining spots on your inner thigh

“fuck. prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. can i show them, baby? show them how good you take me?” you bit your lip, contemplating his request as he readied the picture to send and hovered over the blue arrow

“only the sophomores?” you looked up at him, lip still slid between your teeth, this time with question.

he nodded “only for us, baby,” you nodded gently, watching as the picture sent with the message he’d typed

from, samo: attachment, 1 image

from, samo: warming me like she’s made for it

from, estapa: jfc

from, estapa: she’s fucking perfect

from, lukey: how can u not be moving

from, lukey: i’d have broken as soon as i started

from, eddie: she’s always so good for you

from, duker: fuck me shes pretty

from, samo: show that to anyone and i cut your dicks off

mackie chuckled as you squeezed around him, flustered at the compliments and desperate for him to start moving

“please, mack, i’ve been so good,” you blurted, his head cocking to the side. “i know you have, baby. gotta be patient with me, though,”

you fought the urge to whine at his denial, instead nodding obediently and trying to focus once more on the movie that was playing. if you’d seen it before, you were too distracted to piece together what it actually was.

he smiled, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses and gently adjusting his hips, your walls immediately fluttering around him and a breathy whine of his name falling from your lips

“i love those pretty noises you make,” he murmured, his hips starting to rock back and forth, slowly but hard and deep. you reached for his hands, planted on your waist, and squeezed his wrist, crying out from pleasure

“mackie, mackie, it feels so good,” you squeezed both his hand and his cock, leaning your head back on his shoulder with your eyes fluttered shut

he hummed in appreciation, kissing your temple but keeping focused on his thrusts, moving his hand to your belly once more and adding a little pressure

you tried to squirm away, your eyes opening to look up at his and beg, to no avail. “you’re okay, baby, i’ve got you. bet that feels like heaven, hm?” he cooed, watching as your eyes watered again from the pressure building in the pit of your stomach

you only moaned in response, keeping eye contact with him for as long as he stayed looking down at you- his soft gaze a contrast from how harsh his thrusts were.

“you feel so good, baby girl. makin’ me feel so good. n’ you’re behaving like a pretty angel for me, such a good girl,” he praised, bringing his free hand up to cup your face and watch as you flushed, nodding

“jus’ wanna be perfect for you, mack. wan- nh, wanna be your good girl,” you cried, stuttering as his hand pressed harder on your stomach.

he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, pulling his head back when you leaned in to kiss his lips. you whimpered, moving your hands from his wrist to tangle into his hair and try again.

he obliged, the hand on your chin moving down to rub circles on your clit. you moaned into the kiss, tugging at his hair a little while your body started to writhe

you clamped your legs around his hand, pulling away from the kiss to moan, try and warn him how close you were. all you could get our way was stutters of his name or profanity

“shhh, baby. i know, i’ve got you. you can go ahead,” he whispered, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as you fell apart, thighs twitching and your walls suffocating him

he fucked you through it, getting ready to pull out as you caught your breath.

“no, no. stay, please stay inside” you begged, feeling him throb inside you and knowing he was close.

“i’ll come, baby. was gonna finish in your mouth,” you shook your head, choking on your lack of breath before finally finding your words and pleading with him

“want you to come inside. please? want you to fill me,” you begged, his pace having slowed down. both of your hands had moved to his lower back, trying to keep him seethed inside you

his hips twitched, a groan falling from his lips at your request.

“baby, you know i can’t. s’ against the rules,” he calmly explained, earning a sad look from you, leant on his shoulder. your hands made no effort to move and he kissed your forehead, trying to pull out of you.

“please, mack. please, s’ all i want. i’ve been so good. i won’t tell, i promise,” you knew he could’ve easily slipped out- he was stronger than you on any day, not to mention how fucked out you were

“you have been such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin’ perfect all the time, but-“ your walls fluttered around him at the praise, his breath hitching while he tried to shake his head of the image of himself dripping from you

to no avail.

“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll come inside you. i’ll stuff you full of me n’ i want you on your back the second i pull out of that pretty pussy, alright? wanna watch you leak w’ me,”

you nodded quickly, your hands moving to grab onto his while his thrusts got a little rougher, your walls clenching around him while you felt your second orgasm near

“mack.. mackie, i- fuck” you moaned, a sweet chuckle coming from his lips before he focused on nipping at your shoulders, giving a little more pressure on your stomach

“so big, mh. full, feel so full,” you mumbled, doing your best to praise him into speeding up, your second release teetering on the edge.

“yeah? you like bein’ stretched, don’t you baby,” he quickly replied, pressing kisses to the marks he left on your shoulders and neck

“do you wanna come together, baby? m’ so close. feel so good squeezing me.. like im on top of the world,” he cooed, feeling your head nod immediately, your walls fluttering at the compliment

“alright, baby. one,” he paused, speeding up his thrusts “two. there you go, baby, you’ve got it,” he praised, watching as you struggled to adjust to his newfound pace

he murmured three, your body tensing during your orgasm as you tried to savour the feeling of him spilling into you.

he bit back his moans, a few whines slipping from his pressed lips as your body shook in his arms. you were a mess- haphazard moans of swears and his name breathy and beautiful as they fell, his cock aching at the way you were squeezing him

as you both came down, he let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, a sweet whine indicating your oversensitivity.

as told, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him, watching carefully as he got up and kneeled in front of you.

he kissed the inside of your knee, watching in awe as his load drooled from you, mixed with your own arousal.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. look at you,” he reached over for his phone once more, taking a picture of the mess he’d made of you. he flipped the phone, watching as your cheeks heated

“that one’s just for me, yeah? a reminder of how good you are just for me,” he soothed his hands along your thighs, still dazed at the sight in front of him.

you nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering in and out of sleep due to your exhaustion.

“alright, pretty baby. let’s get you in the bath. staying with luke tonight?” you shook your head weakly, reaching out for him and being given his hand.

“wanna stay with you,” he grinned, nodding and squeezing your hand like you had his.

“then you’ll stay with me, angel,”

[kombuuuu]

gwen romantic hcs or scenario please? 🥺🤲

Spidery Romance.

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader

another bunch of headcanons (and snippets, ur favs) with my favourite girl 🤍

GWENNBBBBB MMMWMAH HHHNG WEBEWEBWEEEHHHH

Gwen: Blue

You: Pink

Dad Stacy: Black

A cat..: Purple

mom friend this, mom friend that

how about just mommy?

is a HUGEE comfort roll in the realtionship

will do little things for you that you wouldn’t even realise

like keeping random containers because she knows you like them

jars 🫙 🤍‼️

she loves taking care of you, loves being who you go to for things

it makes her feel needed, which we know she struggles with

so she loves a partner who’s more co-dependent, like she is

“Baby?”

“Help.”

“Honey, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Open it, please“ :(

“Oh, you sweet thing… What are you going to do with an empty pickle jar.”

“You’ve eaten all the pickles?”

“I’m… going to grow an ecosystem.”

ABSOLUTELY steals shit for you

she’s not rich, seeing as she doesn’t exacccctly live in her own universe

hey, star crossed lovers are multiversel..

so she steals

just nicks things from the mall she thinks you’ll like

little trinkets or anything small and shiny she can find

also cat figures

small, cute cats. she loves anything about them and will go out of her way to take em for you

(you think she just wants to deny the fact she loves the cats. or stealing)

your OWN little klepto cat

(you both love that game)

“Hey, Sweets.”

“Oh-! You’re home!”

“And I brought a cat.”

*gasp* “What breed !!”

“No clue, but look it’s tail moves.”

Will take you out to movie dates any time she can.

never really knew how to treat a lady so she takes notes from stupid eighties shows

will throw rocks at your window

or climb up the tree next to your house and break in even though she could just go thru the front door.

buys (steals) chocolates in heart shapes and roses to decorate your bed

it’s not even valentines she just wants too

don’t forget the candles and scented bath salts with a whole ass spa set up in your bathroom

“Baby? Wh—“

“[Name]! I missed you.”

“I missed you too, babe.”

“What are the flowers for?”

“Our anniversary’s not ‘til September.”

“Beautiful, we don’ need a reason. Just wanna appreciate you.”

smile and giggle like a little bitch? of course you will

Will eventually tell you about her spider woman endeavours

she’s guilty of hiding it from you

when you trust her so much

slipping out of your shared bed at night to go patrol feels

dirty.

She finally caved to her subconscious and spills it

you don’t freak out on her but she can tell you’re stressed

she tries to comfort you even when you have to opportunity to ruin her life

you could end it between the two of u right then and she’d forgive you

but not herself

“I’m spider-woman.”

“What?”

“The hero, [Name]. Well, vigilante I guess—“

“What the hell.”

“Baby, please. I know I should’ve told you sooner—“

“Do you know how much danger you’re in? Are you crazy? What happens if you get hurt and I’m not here? Fighting crime like that. Fighting villains.”

“I know, sweet girl, I know.”

she comforts you through it while you basically have an existential crisis in her name

you’re more scared she’s going to get hurt

or worse

than you are betrayed,

you can get why she kept this a secret

it takes you a couple week to hone down the worrying

gwen is hella patient with you 🫶

“I don’t like this. You’re putting yourself in harms way, and it’s careless,”

Guilty stare

“,But i’m not gonna stop you.”

“Thank you, [Name].”

“Please don’t die on me.”

“I won’t, baby.”

and when your finally calm you can kind of see the appeal in it

she convinces you to let her swing you around the city

and despite you both knowing you’re probably gonna pass the fuck out

you agree cause it’s cute

“Gwen.”

“Yeah baby?”

“I think—, maybe you don’t understand what I mean by ‘I don’t like heights’.”

“Wh— Oh.”

“What d’yu mean ‘Oh.’?!! You only just realised??”

“I come up here so often, it’s like a second thought!”

“It’s the fucking Empire state!”

“Ehh…”

She’ll take you nice places around brooklyn

mostly high up

to let you see the view

and to finally see you in it

she draws you any chance she gets

especially when she takes you to those places

shes been to em so often that she’s got muscle memory for the line to every building, but now she gets to trace the contour of your face around it too

will web you to the building if you ask

just so you won’t fall

“You know there’s not a single universe where I wouldn’t catch you, right.”

“There’s a first for everything,”

She snorts “Sugar—“

“I love you, Gwen. And trust you with my life. I do not, however trust wind.”

“Understandable, love you too.”

When you meet her dad he’s a little skeptical at first

only because you’re so nervous and he’s taught to be suspicious as a cop

but eventually he likes you, and you him

your both like old pals and it confuses gwen

he takes on a very fatherly position in your life

one you missed out on

gwen is ecstatic

the two people she loves the most in the world like each other

the stars aligned for her

she tells you about her struggles with him and is glad it doesn’t affect either of your relationships

“Do you treat my daughter well?”

“Dad, please.”

“Gwen, it’s okay. I’d like to think I am, sir.”

“Cause if you hurt my little girl, everything you do to her will feel a lot worse for you.”

“Dad!”

“I would never hurt your daughter Mr.Stacy, I love her. It’d be stupid of me to let her go.”

He smiled and clapped your back

*groan* “Why.”

she likes to keep you comfy

kinda has a thing for the housewife vibe

so she’s willing to do a lot for you

she’ll notice how empty it is in your house when she’s not there

it’s quiet and lonely

so totally for you (and not also her)

she’ll get you a cat

a small black american bobtail

she had found him while on patrol

saw a box left littered at the park and decided to pick it up

closer she got, more ‘mews’ she heard.

when she saw a short, stumpy looking kitten in the box

her heart melted

so obviously she took it

“For [Name].”

‘mew :3’

“Co-parenting practice.”

‘mmrp’

“God damn it.”

loves the cat with her whole heart

and so do you

you name it Peter

he’s adopted but he doesn’t need to know that

when he does something bad you threaten (emptily) to put him in back out in the street

“Go get a box, Peter. I’m gonna make your momma put you back where she found you.”

“He can’t understand you, baby.”

“Yes he can, look at how he’s looking at me!”

“See his face!? He’s so mocking me!”

:3

“Sure, baby.”

—

EEE 🤭🤭🤭

[bitterspoons]

Chapter One: "Family Reunion"

The Crystal Spirit Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!OC

Summary: In which two spirits try their luck at love in the middle of a hundred year war.

Warnings: none for this chapter?

chapter one/ chapter two coming soon

This was the closest thing to a family reunion she was gonna get—she had one chance. 

She kneaded the bread gently, pretending she wasn’t interested. “Oh, he’s been captured? That’s a shame.” She said nonchalantly. 

The baker shook his head in agreement. “Truly, I thought the Avatar could save us but I suppose people in this town have lost hope for a reason.” 

The baker folded some fruits into a small basket. “Are you sure this is all you want? You’ve truly been such a help.”

It was a quaint little town she was visiting. Bushels of leafy green plants laced themselves around buildings and covered rooftops

. Run down signs with letters peeling off yellowed and scratchy wood that practically beckoned splinters painted a rustic and abandoned appearance to the town. 

Since the war, it wasn’t uncommon to come across villages with similar aesthetics. 

Smiling, she took the fruit basket from him—waist chains swishing around, the crystals chiming.  “This is more than enough, thank you.” She gave a little bow. “Out of curiosity, have you heard who the Avatar was captured by?”

The bakerman shrugged. “I’ve heard rumors about Yuyan archers but beyond that, I’ve heard nothing.” 

“Yuyan archers huh…” She shrugged and subconsciously touched her tile necklace. “If that’s the case, he’s surely a goner.” 

“Surely.” The bakerman repeated, opening the front door for her. “Thank you, truly. The entire town thanks you for your assistance.” 

“It was my pleasure.” 

“Hey, what’s your name anyways?” The bakerman turned to ask but with a swish of her crystal jewelry, she was gone. 

The baker shook his head, smiling. “So that’s the crystal spirit…” 

Her eyes narrowed as she swiftly left the town, basket of fruit in hand as she ran. “Yuyan archers…” She mumbled, over and over again. 

“How does it feel to be the last airbender left?” Admiral Zhao taunted. A hurt expression fell over the Avatar’s face. “Don’t worry, you won’t be killed like they were.” 

Two faces watched from the rafters, unaware of each other’s presence. One masked in black and white, while the other in blue. 

“You see, if you die then you’ll just be reincarnated, and the Fire Nation will have to start it’s search for the Avatar all over again.” Zhao explained. “So I’ll keep you alive.” 

He turned his back to the avatar. “But just barely.” 

The Avatar sent a gust of air his way, knocking the Admiral to the floor. “Blow all the wind you want.” Zhao hissed, annoyed. “Your situation is futile.” 

“And nobody is coming to rescue you.” Admiral Zhao slammed the door on his way out. 

A figure dropped from the ceiling, a split mask covered her face. “Hi there, I’m here to rescue you!” 

She shrieked as unthawed frogs started jumping out of the Avatar’s pockets. “Ew! Gross!” 

“Hey!” The Avatar complained. “Go back to being frozen!” He demanded the frogs to no avail. After a quick beat of silence, the Avatar spoke up again. “Wait, who are you?” 

Suddenly the door to the chamber opened, a figure masked in blue entered with two swords. 

“Well that was my dramatic entrance ruined.” She huffed, lifting her hands up—ready to fight the unwanted visitor. 

The blue masked figure raised his swords before throwing them—cutting the Avatar loose from his shackles. 

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed as she unlocked the remaining cuffs with a key. “That was unnecessarily dramatic.” 

“Thank you,” The Avatar smiled. “Who are you guys?” 

The two masked figures seemed to be in a stare off, trying to decipher each other's intentions before the girl stuck out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you, stranger.” She shook his hand. “Thanks for stealing my thunder.” 

If she could see his eyes, they were probably rolling as he sighed. In a gruff voice that she doubted was real he asked “Do you have a plan out of here?” 

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I barely had a plan to get in here.” 

The blue mask sighed again, before leading them out through the door to the chamber. 

Piles of Fire Nation soldiers littered the floors along with frogs. 

The monochromed girl shrugged. “That’s certainly one way to get in.” She suddenly grabbed the Avatar’s hands. “Ew—no— stop that—“ She scolded as the Avatar tried grabbing the frogs. 

“My friend’s need to suck on those frogs!” He called as they dragged him to an exit. 

They crawled underneath floorboards, peeking out from loose ones. 

The blue masked rescuer boosted the Avatar up to a rope—probably how he got in. 

When the Avatar tried climbing it—sirens started ringing from inside the facility. “The Avatar has escaped!” Someone yelled. “Close all the gates immediately!” 

The trio started running, the Avatar taking a lead. The Avatar blasted people out of the way of the closing gate and made a run for it. 

The blue and black masked individuals also bolted towards it but had slight issues with the soldiers. 

“Ugh!” The girl said disgustedly as they shoved spears in her face. She rolled her eyes and started breaking their weapons with her hands. 

The blue spirit also got held up by the soldiers, slashing around to stop the spears. 

The Avatar looked back at his saviors, making the split second decision to run back and help them. 

The three battled their way across until they got up to a rooftop. The Avatar clutched onto a broken spear and started twirling it—becoming a human helicopter for the other two. 

Spears came flying in their direction, the two at the bottom tried their best to kick and dodge them but they soon came tumbling down. 

She tucked and rolled to the ground as they fell—quickly catching the falling boys and helping them back on their feet. 

The three began their battle again—fighting off the hundreds of soldiers that came after them. 

She took them down with the flick of her wrist—soldiers falling to the floor in seizures or passing out. 

The Avatar flung people off their pedestals as they tried to climb up onto the rooftop they fell off of. He grabbed their bamboo ladders and handed them to the blue spirit. 

“Take this!” The three start maneuvering them together—creating the world’s largest pair of stilts. 

A fire begins to build at the end of their last stilt set by one of the soldiers. The girl attempted to snuff them out but they were soon forced to leap off from their makeshift stilts. 

But it was all in vain as they slid down the wall once more, still stuck in the base. 

The Blue Spirit took his swords and threatened them at the surrounding soldiers as the Avatar created a circle of wind around them—snuffing out the flames the soldiers were throwing at them. 

“Hold your fire!” Admiral Zhao demanded. “The Avatar must be captured alive!” He announced. 

Her head perked up with an idea, she stuck out her hand and the Blue Spirit tossed her his swords instantly. 

She quickly gripped the swords and laced them around the Avatar’s throat, staring Zhao in the eyes through her mask. 

Zhao stared back, gritting his teeth. “Open. The Gate.” He commanded. 

“Admiral—what are you doing?” 

“Let them out,” Zhao repeated. “Now!” 

The gates behind them opened and the girl inched backwards, holding the swords to the Avatar’s throat. The Blue Spirit helped guide her backwards. 

The trio slowly backed away, and the Blue and Crystal Spirits traded places after the girl promptly tripped over a rock—speedily switching roles and continuing to hold the Avatar at knife point. 

A sleek arrow pierced through the air with a small THUNK—the Blue Spirit was out cold. 

 He fell back, his head slamming against the floor and his swords drawn. 

A horn sounded back where the Soldier Base was and the girl panicked. 

She lifted up her arms and clouds of dust engulfed the area in front of them—creating a thick cover for them to hide under. 

The Avatar carefully lifted up the mask of the Blue Spirit—a gasp startled the girl as the Avatar raced back. 

“What’s wrong?” She hissed, grabbing the pass out Spirit and hurling him over her shoulder. 

“That's—he’s—” The Avatar stammered before quickly seeing the immense amount of soldiers coming right at them and the Avatar helped her carry the Blue Spirit. 

They ran into the forest before ducking behind a corner. “I think air travel seems a bit more efficient, yeah?” She said, creating a spinning ball of air and jumping on it. 

“You’re an airbender?” The Avatar had wide eyes as he created his own air ball.

“I’m Satori! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Avatar.” She smiled as they raced into the depths of the forest. 

The two airbenders waited in the forest until —who Satori discovered was the banished Prince of the Fire nation—woke up. 

“Aren’t you precious?” She squealed as she crouched down near a baby turtleduck. “Where’s your mama?” 

The two airbenders ran around the forest for an hour, searching for the turtle duck's mother with no luck. 

“Well…” Satori cradled the baby turtleduck. “I guess I’m your mama now, I guess I should give you a name huh?” 

Satori used her airbending to lift a cherry blossom, placing it on the turtleduck’s shell. “Your name is Sakura now, we’ll be best friends.” She told the little critter. “Satori and Sakura, the unstoppable duo…”

“I still can’t believe you’re an airbender!” The Avatar—or rather Aang said. “How did you survive the—”

“The genocide?” Satori asked, weaving a small purse out of leaves. “My family left the temples years before the fire nation invaded, it’s just luck that we were never caught or killed by nature.” She shrugged. 

“Why did you leave the temples, it was so peaceful there!” Aang replied. 

Collecting some small berries, she put the little turtleduck in the leafy purse. “My family has always had a lust for travel. We never stay in one place for too long.” 

“Are all your family airbenders?” Aang asked curiously. 

She smiled, shrugging again. “I wouldn’t know, I haven’t seen any of them in a long while. We all go our separate ways.” 

“That must be lonely.” 

“Hopefully not for much longer.” Satori gave him a cheeky smile. “I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” 

Aang brightened. “You can come with me to meet my friends!” 

“All in good time, I have things to take care of first.” Satori pet her new turtleduck. 

“Like what?”

“I saw a burned village on my way to rescue you, I want to help them first.” Satori grabbed a few extra leaves and tucked them in her bag. 

“I can help—”

“Your friends are sick Aang, you should help them first. I promise I can find you.” Satori took off one of her many bracelets. 

“How can you be so sure?” He asked, worried. 

Satori handed him the bracelet. “I’m the Crystal Spirit, I’m amazing and it’s honestly not that difficult—both me and scar-boy over there found you pretty easily.” 

Aang put the bracelet on. “I’m gonna wait until he wakes up, see you again Satori.” 

“See you soon, Avatar Aang!” Satori gave a wave but when Aang blinked, she was gone—just the chimes of her jewelry remained, lingering in the air. 

A/N: New Series! How are we liking it? Next chapter either comes out tomorrow or several months from now idk

[starrz-n-waffl3-fries]

Some head canons for The cruel game of life characters ⭐️

Hiro🧪

Doesn’t know his right from his left

Likes to pack lunches for Ian and zero sometimes, especially likes to put dumplings, kimchi, and sushi in there

Is way too much of a nut about eating healthy And will force at least some veggies in said lunches

He sounds like a fox when he cries

He also laughs like a fox

Look me in the eyes right now and tell me he takes showers every day, I’m sorry you can’t convince me that he does, every Saturday and Sunday for sure

Horrible at shaving, and the only reason why he even has facial hair

Wipes chemicals on his lab coat despite the many health risks that come with that, bro does not care

Favorite shape is a square, favorite color squares come in is Either green, yellow, or blue

Farsighted, his goggles have the prescription for that in them

VOICE CRACKS

Probably has Twitter

has several mental breakdowns a day trying to cope with what he sees on Twitter

Has a fear of public speaking

Ian🥪

Swears a lot, Almost to a surprising degree

Runs into things a lot And cries every time because he bumped his nose in the process

Sometimes bites himself out of curiosity if he’s grown poisonous to himself, Hiros very disturbed by this

Whiny bastard, almost as bad as a child

Five second rule doesn’t exist to him

Is physically repulsed by the fact that he sheds And cries out of overstimulation from how itchy his scales get when he does

Genuinely loves the packed lunches that Hiro gives him and zero

A little intimidated by hiro in a positive way

Favorite number is nine

Favorite shape is a trapezoid, His favorite color that it comes in is the same as his actual favorite color, green

Draws sometimes, horrible at it because he hasn’t figured out writing or doing anything with a pencil in this hand

Probably illiterate

Fidgets with the scales on his tail when he’s really bored

Has had a tendency to eat dandelions, gets scolded by both Canary and hiro, while Zero encourages to down a couple more

Zero🔫

Favorite genre is Dad rock, convince me otherwise

Sometimes traces his scars During PTSD flashbacks to ground himself

Refuses to cry if he can help it, but not because of toxic masculinity, but because that would mean he would have to clean the inside of his mask and he’s worried he will mess up the wiring in it

Cannot spell Mustard, cat, or cheese right, will write ‘[redacted]’ instead to avoid embarrassment

Likes his scars because he sees them as proof that he’s gone through something and he’s not being a dramatic whiny bitch, and will get irrationally anxious when Something doesn’t leave a scar or a Scar fades(definitely not self reflecting, shut up)

Dyed his hair in middle school, got his ass beat by his mom, never again

Surprisingly good at math!

HATES vegetables, especially celery. Will throw out Hiros packed lunches and pretend he ate it

Thought the confederate flag was the American flag until Hiro LOUDLY scolded him for it and explained it’s origins, never again

Sometimes forgets how old he is

Suicidal in the “I’m not gonna actually do it because it’s a stupid solution to my problem, but goddamn” way

Resents his mom, loves his dad

Favorite shape is a triangle, favorite color it comes in is red

Put his hair up in a man bun every so often

Kyete🩸

Probably dyslexic?

Sometimes steals things from hiro just to get him to come over and retrieve them so he can hang out with him

Has a tendency to scratch the back of his neck when he’s nervous, this is subconscious

Paints his nails on occasion

Favorite season is fall or winter

Had glasses at least some time in his life

Germaphobe probably, Extremely bothered by gunk and it impresses Hiro every time he comes over his house because of how spotless it is

Favorite shape is either a heart, circle, or a flower, and loves when they come in red or blue

Favorite flower is a spider lily

Attempted to be a gardener one time, immediately gave up as soon as his first plant died

HATES the texture of slime or anything similar, will cry

Loves water! Relaxing to him, despite him being a cat

Favorite Animal crossing villager is Jitters

Does the “making biscuits” thing that cats do and bites hiro as a form of affection

[pinkeoni]

Fuck it I’m posting about birthdaygate.

I’m just gonna jump right to my hypothesis:

I think something happened on Will’s birthday involving his powers, and Henry took this memory to try to control them.

If the Duffers are going through with birthdaygate, which I think they are based on how much attention they brought to it, then I think the method and reason for it has to be hinted at through things we’ve already seen, but especially through what we see in season 4.

Season 4 introduces the premise that reliving certain memories can even bring back certain abilities. El is able to gain her powers back through reliving traumatic memories with NINA, and also gains personal strength and independence.

I think it’s highly likely Will could experience something like this, but he wouldn’t go through the exact same thing El did. Not only would that just be repeating plotlines, but it’s also because Brenner and the lab doesn’t have Will’s memories, Henry does.

We know that Henry is able to enter peoples minds, and not to mention how long he was in Will’s mind during season 2. Chances are he probably gained access to subconscious memories that Will might not have even remembered. We have actually seen Henry steal memories before in season 2, which granted could just be a side effect of his possession, but could also be an ability that Henry is capable of outside of this.

Henry would likely have to take the memory from everyone close to Will as well. After all, if anyone can spark a recollection of this memory, this would make it harder for Henry to control it.

I made a post a while ago saying that Will has a Soteria in his neck, which I still believe is true, but it’s possible that gaining full control over his powers is a two-step process. The first part is getting the Soteria out, that’s the release, and the second part is getting back whatever this memory is. I don’t think this memory is the key to all of his powers, but maybe just one important ability. An ability that could be incredibly important to Henry’s plans.

We see from the way Henry curses people that he’s able to replay bad memories for his victims, albeit with some artistic liberties taken. What Henry could be planning to do is withhold this memory until he has Will on his side. Or, depending on what this memory is, he could use it to manipulate Will into joining him. After all, Henry is the one that wants this ability, and if Will gets to it before him it could give him an advantage.

I have some ideas for what this memory could be, but I don’t really have anything solid to claim in this post at the moment. Chances are there could be a puzzle piece the Duffers are purposefully withholding. Either way birthdaygate is the gate that has intrigued me the most, and I’ll be excited to see where it goes.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 26

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Time for y/n's first Dance of the Moonlight Jellies!!

Author’s Note: OOPS I MADE A PLAYLIST :3 I hope it doesn't suck!

Enjoy the super fluffy holiday chapter, take care <3 x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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After Seb finished de-stinking himself from sleep and Manual Labor™, we went to Pierre’s for some last-minute ingredients and supplies. The blueberry cream pie turned out to be a success, which shocked us both! I haven’t baked in years and Seb’s kitchen skills are typically limited to chopping up raw fish and microwaving frozen pizzas. 

The jammy bloobs came out decadently sweet. The equally sweet and tangy cream cheese concoction below them was the perfect balance between fluffy enough to melt in the mouth, and firm enough to hold the weight of the berries. The crust came out just a tad burnt, but the buttery crunch was a nice contrast to the rest of the dessert. We fuckin’ nailed it.

I split the pie in half, letting Seb take some home to share with Robin (and Maru and Demetrius, if he so desires). The rest is allll mine, baby. 

As soon as Seb leaves, I steal another slice. Once I’m full of enough sugar to give me palpitations, I begin divvying up some blueberries to gift to a few villagers around town. I found some cute, small, palm-sized straw baskets at Pierre’s, as well as some gift tags to tie to their handles. The baskets seem to be meant for decorative purposes, but I figured they’d be the perfect vessels to hand out these puppies with.

I’m gonna give Sam some, as well as Leah, Marnie, Willy, Gus, Magnus, and Abby. I try to set it up so everyone has an equal-ish amount, and work hard to make the plain gift tags look real cute with calligraphy and shit. I subconsciously wind up decorating Magnus’ tag a little more than the others, though. 

While I work, Cannoli gives me those big, needy eyes, like he wants some berries of his own. I give him a small one, but quickly realize my error, as he proceeds to try and eat some more directly from my gardening basket. 

“Get outta there,” I giggle, scooping him up in one arm. He meows in protest as I place him across the room, hoping he’ll take the hint.

Next, I rush around town with my basket full of… smaller baskets. I’m hoping to get my crops to everyone before the sun kisses the horizon. People will probably be preparing for tonight’s jellyfish migration once it’s dark, and I don’t wanna get in the way of that.

I’m too shy to greet Abby in her room, so I leave her portion of berries with her dad. Hopefully they’ll make it to her… I’ve heard Pierre sometimes sells other farmers’ produce, at a higher price than what he gave them, claiming he grew the crops himself. Loser. 

Sam tries to keep me to himself, after raving about how cool it is that I managed to grow so many blueberries on my first try, but I reject him with a big comfy hug in favor of doing my other deliveries. Gus and Willy both express pride in my hard work, making me feel all fuzzy inside. And Marnie and Leah both voice how grateful they are, but Leah adds a hug and a kiss to my cheek for emphasis. Spirits or Yoba or whoever, please help. Such a simple peck from her had me weak in the knees. I’m not sure my poor heart can take this.

Given my interaction with Magnus earlier, I’m a bit nervous for our next one, so I don’t give him his blueberries face-to-face either. I place them in front of his door in hopes that he’ll sense my presence, and come retrieve them sooner than later. Don’t want any squirrels (or that chunky tanuki) to get to ‘em first.

Swiftly, I scurry away, but am caught red-handed when Magnus telepathically invades me. “What are you doing?”

I stop in my tracks, stifling a giggle, but slowly begin walking again after a few breaths. Hoping that if I don’t respond, he’ll ignore me. Just as I pass the bottom of the cliff, the door to the tower swings open with a creak.

“(Y/n), I know you’re–” 

He cuts himself off, and I hear a faint chuckle as I try my best not to crunch any branches below my steps. I dare to look behind me, and see the elemental peering over the edge of his land. I squint playfully, fail to hide my devious smile, and begin jogging home to get ready for the festival. 

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When I arrive at the beach for the Moonlight Jellies, I’m intimidated by the amount of people on the docks, so I head to the side that’s covered in small tidepools. Seb’s family, minus Seb, are all standing along the shoreline, and I think I can make out that the shadowy figure on the dock nearest to me is Leah. As far as I can tell, nobody else is around. 

Just as I step off the makeshift wooden bridge and into the sand, Robin turns to me and waves. As I greet her back, I’m thankful that she didn’t call me over – as much as I love her, and think Maru’s pretty cool, Demetrius gives me the creeps.

I bypass everyone and head to the complete opposite end of the beach. Staring into the abyss. Wondering how many jellyfish will show up, how much they actually glow, and if I’ll be close enough to give one a little pat on the head. That last thought is probably dangerous, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. 

Exhaling deeply, and realizing how tired I am, I spin my upper half a bit to pop my back, then tilt my skull from side-to-side to do the same to my neck. Maybe the movement will help wake me up a bit. As I begin reaching my arms behind me and craning my back, a voice pops into my head.

“This is an awfully strange time for yoga, don’t you think?”

I nearly jump out of my fucking skin, holy shit. Deadpanning the sky, I think, “Where the fuck are you?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Magnus Rasmodius I swear to Yoba–”

A decadent chuckle floods my brain, warming up my cheeks. “To your left.” 

I follow his directions, and spot Magnus practically as blended in as he possibly can be with the trees that line the sand.

“Is that your usual Moonlight Jellies-lurking spot?”

“Indeed it is.” 

I peer around, making sure nobody’s watching me, before shuffling over to Magnus’ side. Don’t wanna draw attention to him, but my head hurts too much from sleepiness to try and think in responses only. 

Keeping my voice down, I continue our conversation. “I thought you were gonna be done creeping around, after learning you’re not actually Abby’s dad.” 

“Eh,” he shrugs, “It’s mere tradition.”

Eyeballing the ocean from where we stand, I ask, “Can you even see the jellies from all the way back here?”

“I’ve seen the migration more than enough in my lifetime. I suppose it’s the sense of community that draws me in, at this point.”

I feel a pang in my belly. “Yeah, a community that either doesn’t know you exist or shuns you when they do…” I grumble and roll my eyes, looking down as I fidget with my sleeves.

Words can’t describe how bitter I am that he has to constantly hide himself – despite single-handedly keeping the entire valley free of dangerous elementals – for the sake of a bunch of people who judge him based on what they perceive him to be like. Sure, they don’t know what he does, but those who do could be at least a little welcoming, no?

I squeak as a large hand places itself atop my head. “You’ve no need for concern.” Magnus removes his palm and places it underneath his black cloak. 

I feel my heart firmly thump in my chest at his softness. I push it aside, and mumble “Too bad,” under my breath. “It’s not fair…” 

A quiet laugh escapes the wizard, before he replies, “Really. There’s no need to dwell on it, my dear. I assure you.” He sighs, then practically purrs under his breath, “Although, I must admit, it’s quite adorable of you to be so protective over me.” 

…Did he just call me adorable? 

Does he know what that means? 

Do I know what that means?

Because that sounds an awful lot like he’s saying he finds me attractive in some way or my personality attractive or– 

My eyes must be popping out of my fucking face as my brain short circuits. I squeak again, knowing damn well that if it were any lighter out, my ears and cheeks would be red enough for everyone within a 100-foot radius to see. 

I choke out, “Sorry,” clear my throat, and continue to ramble my way away from him. “I gotta go. Uh, I left something, um… over there.” I motion vaguely towards where the majority of Pelican Town is gathered.

“Did you, now?” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice. As if he knows exactly what he did.

“Yeah. Like, way over there.”

“Could you not simply retrieve it later?” 

“Bye Magnus!” I quietly sing, keeping my eyes on the other people gathered around the shore as I escape.

As I cross the bridge again, I lightly shake my hands. Stimming away the fluster to the best of my ability. It’s… not working very well. In another attempt to distract myself, I make way to Pierre’s booth to scope out today’s wares. Retail therapy, or whatever.

When nothing captures my attention, I awkwardly thank Pierre for his time, apologize for bothering him, and shuffle away. On the docks, I can vaguely make out the figures of a flock of emos, so I pad closer to them. Sam is the nearest, and none of them seem to notice me, so I opt to fuck with him.

Sneaking up behind the man, I tippy toe to gain some height, and flick the small, faux diamond piercing in his earlobe.

“Ack!” Evilly snickering to myself, I back away a little. “What the hell, little lady?!” Sam laughs when he realizes I’m the culprit. 

“Had to do it to ‘em.”

Seb joins in. “Haven’t you done enough to poor Samson?” 

“Whoa!” Sam and I answer in unison. I feel Abby looking at us from the corner of my eye, and Sam continues, “Low blow!” 

“Seriously,” I agree. “The fuck, dude?!”

Menacingly laughing, Seb blows his cigarette smoke towards me. I hurriedly swipe at the air, hoping to waft it away. Don’t want that stuff to make its way into the little baby nose of Vincent, who’s running along the wood behind us… or poor Penny, who’s babysitting, I guess. 

Where the fuck is Jodi? Does this poor girl ever get a day off from mothering other peoples’ kids?

Pushing those thoughts aside, I continue walking. “When does this start, usually?” I mutter, sitting down at the very end of the dock. Peering down at the dark water below me. Resisting the urge to hop in for a cheeky lil’ swim.

“Eh, Lewis usually sends off his little raft at, like, 11.” 

I turn to look up at Abby. She’s… sitting down next to me?! 

Did my plans the other night actually fucking work? Does she like me now? Did I gain her approval? What the fuck–

“Thanks for those berries, by the way.” Phew, I’m glad Pierre didn’t steal those! “Used ‘em in a smoothie.” O-oh. Ya know, I feel like you wouldn’t taste them over the flavor of other fruits that way, but hey! At least she used them! “Not bad, lady.”

“Yeah, no problem, Abby,” I grin at her. ”Glad you liked them!”

A silence falls between us. As Abby reaches to dip her fingers into the sea, I hear Sam and Seb chattering behind us. 

“U-uh,” I mutter, filling in the blank space, “Sorry last night wasn’t as, like, cool as you were expecting.” I look at the sky, and begin a mental count of all the shooting stars that zoom by. 

“It’s whatever. S’not like I expected much from it.” Theeere’s the sassy Abigail I’m used to. “I’m still creeped out by that dude living there, though. How have I never seen him before?” 

The corner of my mouth that she can’t see curls into a smirk, as I think of Magnus – Mark, in this case – standing against the flora not even a quarter of a mile away. I shrug. “Guess he’s a hermit or something, I dunno.”

“I mean, I guess,” she scoffs. More silence, but this time, Abby is the one to cut it short. “This your first Jellies festival?” 

I nod. “I… I think so? My memories from being here as a little kid are foggy.”

“I see…” 

This is the most Abby’s spoken to me since her interrogation my second night here. I inspect her, hoping she doesn’t notice that I’m staring a bit. I wonder if she was telling the truth, back when she said she doesn’t dye her hair. Or if she knows that her pale complextion glistens like a fucking Twilight-ass vampire’s skin under the moonlight… 

Looking lower, I admire her thigh tattoo. It’s big and intricate, with flowers and thorns, and there’s little easter eggs to various video games hidden within each bud and petal. A badge for Prairie King. A cowplant. A junimo in a minecart. A keyblade. Monokuma... It’s a real shame that she usually wears pants that hide it. 

Y’know, if she wasn’t a bit snooty, I’m sure Seb would be all over her still. I mean, he was once, way back when. But I wonder, had Abby not lost her marbles over him, if they would’ve been together now. Maybe even married.

Riding around Zuzu on the same bike he drove me to that cliff on. Getting matching tattoos and piercings. Buying each other fancy musical equipment, PC parts and video games, custom Solarian models and boards you can only get over in the city… Being fucking edgelord nerds together.

I feel something sink in my tummy. Mirroring her earlier actions, I try to ground myself; taking in the way the cool water grazes my fingertips, leaving a salty film behind. Focusing on the breeze kissing my cheeks, and the way the barely-there waves reflect all the twinkling shooters in the void above us.

Why am I getting fucked up over what could have been? I know Seb doesn’t have feelings for her anymore��� maybe I almost feel guilty about that? That after all her pining, she didn’t get him in the end? 

Maybe, despite that talk last night, I’m guilty that I have feelings for someone besides Seb, and I’m just projecting that now? 

Maybe I feel guilty that I have several people crushing on me, allegedly… and she might not have any, despite being a total stunner?

I dunno.

I hear Lewis announce something from behind me, but don’t pay it much mind as I zone out on the water’s surface. I’m snapped back when I feel a nudge at my butt. I look up and behind me, and smile at Seb smirking down at me.

He taps Abby’s butt with his foot too, and once he has both of our attention, he mutters, “Scoot over.” Our amethyst-haired companion moves a little bit, and I do too, until there’s just enough space for him to plop down at my right side. 

I look around and notice that The Dog Boy is nowhere in sight. “Where’s Sam?”

“Went to go stand with his mom and Vin.” 

I nod, leaning onto Seb’s shoulder afterward. He tangles his fingers into mine, and he, Abby, and I sit in silence as Lewis’ makeshift boat and candle float out into the distance. 

A few quiet minutes later, only filled with the sound of the sea breeze and whatever calming song Lewis has playing over the speakers near Willy’s shop, I see a bunch of glowing blobs making their way over to us.

“No fucking way,” I whisper, leaning off of Seb’s shoulder a bit. 

Are they really just… swimming on over to us? All because Lewis sent a candle out into the ocean?!

I must look like a freaking child, the way I’m smiling at the small creatures in the distance. I lean forward, hoping I can get a better look, in case they don’t get any closer – but they do get closer, and they keep on drifting our way with each passing second. 

I feel eyes on me, and turn to see Abby watching me. Grinning at me. Fondly, almost. 

It’s terrifying.

“W-what?” 

“...Fucking nerd.”

“What?!” I laugh. “It’s my first time, cut me some slack, lady.”

I hear a giggle from my opposite side, and turn to see Seb watching our banter. “Shut the fuck up, you two.”

“Make me.”

Abby fake-gags next to me. “Don’t make her.”

I think back to when Sam, Seb and I had this same interaction. Contrary to last time, I know exactly how he would make me shut up. Hehehehhh.

“You too, huh?” I ask Abby. She side-eyes me.

“What can I say, my dear,” Seb mumbles. I turn towards him, and hear a fake-gagging noise from my left in response to Seb’s pet name for me. “My friends know me well.” He fucking winks.

I squint at him and give him a playful shove. Noticing something light in the corner of my eye, I look back at the water. 

They’re here. 

There’s. There’s so many jellyfish. 

They’re so chunky. 

They’re so cute. 

Look… look at that form! They’re wiggling so much!

They’re so cute. 

I want one. 

I want one.

I’m gonna take one hom– Is that little guy green?

“Why is that one green?”

“Oh shit,” Seb mumbles. “Green ones are rare.”

“I want it.”

“...What?”

I deadpan him. “It’s chosen me. I need to take it home.”

“That’s not how this works.”

I squint, then mock him. I turn back towards the jellies and find that most of them are beginning to drift away. The green one is still big chilling though. 

I wonder if this has anything to do with ~magic~. Am I stretching logic too much, by hypothesizing that? Or is it an adequate stretch, given I’m now possibly capable of that sorta thing now?

Silently, I watch in awe as the jellyfish fully begin to leave. It takes all the restraint in my body to not pet the green one in front of me, but in respect to the little friend’s personal space, I opt out. It’s the last one to go, at least from our area. Makes me feel all fuzzy inside.

[ugh-yoongi]

keep driving | jjk

(the one where you and jeongguk go on a road trip to nowhere and finally say all the things you usually hold back, and then you just keep driving.)

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

genre: best friends to lovers | fluff, comedy

rating: mature

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual situations (nothing explicit/no smut), alcohol consumption, drug use (weed/edibles), my brand of violent affection, jk drives a very stupid car, one hint of social commentary on the exploitation of chinese laborers during the creation of the us railroad system, i make fun of the way taehyung dresses one (1) time, small cameos by joshua & jun from svt in order to set up a joke, this is just pretty soft idk what to say, happy almost summer y’all.

wordcount: 6.8k

listen to: “keep driving” by harry styles

a/n: i have had the most horrendous writer’s block since i posted love.fm, then i got possessed and wrote all of this in 24hrs. crazy how that works. as stated above, this is entirely inspired by “keep driving” by harry styles and probably makes the most sense if you listen to the song. thank you to my loves lauren (@effortandmore) and jess (@the-boy-meets-evil​) for beta’ing this for me. ❤

FRIDAY, 7:01am—There’s a very light, fluttering feeling against your skin that you can’t place. Warm, soft, tingling. A brush, something ghosting along your skin, heat left in its wake.

“Hey.” You hear the words, vaguely; they take a long time to register, like they’re coming from some far away, unreachable place. “Wake up, idiot.”

Ah, you know that voice. Makes sense it’d take something nice and turn it awful; infiltrate the nice dream you were having and turn it into a nightmare. “Get out of my apartment before I call the cops,” you say, not bothering to crack open your eyes. You know what you’ll see: Jeongguk staring down at you with those too-large eyes, crooked front teeth showing from his wide, beaming smile. It’ll still be dark out, Jeongguk will probably be covered in a light sheen of sweat, fresh from the gym at some ungodly hour, and you’ll feel fond and wish you didn’t.

Better to keep your eyes closed.

“You gave me a key, stupid.”

You try (and fail) to roll your eyes behind your eyelids. “So I’m revoking it. Give it back, since you clearly can’t be trusted with it.”

“No,” he says simply. “Get up or I’ll turn the light on and steal your comforter.”

Subconsciously, you fist the duvet tighter. “You do that and the first thing I’m doing when I get up is swinging on you.”

Jeongguk cackles wildly, flopping ungraciously onto your bed. Half of his body winds up on top of yours and it’s a familiar weight. Everything about Jeongguk is a familiar comfort. “I’m not scared of you. You can’t even fight.”

“I’ll learn, just so I can beat your ass the next time you show up at my apartment at—what time is it?”

“A little after seven.”

You groan. “Okay, so I’ll learn how to fight just so I can beat your ass the next time you show up at my apartment a little after seven.”

Jeongguk laughs again, but it’s softer this time, muffled by the way he’s nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It comes out in little puffs of breath that give you goosebumps. “Still not scared of you.”

You huff. “Well, you should be! You’ve been blowing me off for weeks. I’m mad at you and I’m not gonna hold back.” Jeongguk moves to say something foul, so you reach around wildly until you find his mouth and clamp your hand over it. “Shut up. I don’t wanna hear whatever gross shit is about to come out of your mouth. I already know you were blowing me off to get slapped around in bed because you like it.”

There’s a garbled reply. You remove your hand. “Jesus. I said I wasn’t, it was finals week.”

“Yeah, finals week, as in one singular week. You’ve been ignoring my texts for three.”

See, the thing about Jeongguk is that he’s hopelessly endearing. Even when you’ve got a legitimate reason, it’s damn near impossible to be mad at him, and he’s a bastard so he knows this. The two of you have been friends long enough that he knows every one of your exploitable weak points, so all he has to do is press in closer to you, drape an arm over your waist, and hook his head over your shoulder. “Baby,” he says with an exaggerated pout, “I’m sorry. Forgive me and come back to bed.”

You shriek, throwing his arm off of you. “You are so fucking weird, Jeongguk, I swear to god—”

“Baby,” he sing-songs again, “don’t be mad at me. Baby, baby, baby—”

You’re in hell, you’re certain of it, because hell is Jeongguk only being like this with you but never clarifying what that means. Around everyone else he’s shy, hesitant to reach out and touch, always looking like he’s ten steps behind. Turns red when anyone showers him in praise and attention. You still remember freshman year, the party you’d dragged him to so he could meet some of your friends and maybe make them his, too—you remember the way a girl from your astronomy elective had latched onto him. Made sure to keep a drink in his hand and invite him to dance, and you remember how he always tried to find you in the crowd, how badly he looked like he was going to throw up just because a hot girl was grinding her ass against his dick.

You know he’s had hookups since then. Loads of them, judging from the shit Taehyung says when he gets too stoned and starts crying because Jeongguk is his roommate and Taehyung misses him when he’s off getting laid and they can’t play Overwatch together. But in all the time you’ve known him, Jeongguk has never committed to anything except being your best friend and Taehyung’s roommate and his Overwatch character.

So, yeah. Hell is knowing all of that and still having to wonder.

“Wait,” he says, propping himself up on one elbow, “are you actually mad at me? Like, for real?”

“No,” you grumble, even though you mean kind of.

Jeongguk sighs. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Like, you said no but it sounded like you meant yes, so if you mean yes you should just say that so I can apologize and tell you why I’m dragging you out of bed at seven-thirty.”

Finally, you roll over to face him, and heave out a sigh. “Fine. I am actually a little mad at you.”

“Okay.” He smiles. “I’m sorry I neglected you and our friendship and made you feel bad. That was shitty of me and I won’t do it again—or, if I do, I will make sure to check in and let you know what’s going on.”

Hell is the way your chest grows tight. Hell is how warm your cheeks become under his gaze, all serious and pointed so you know he actually means it. Hell is how you try so hard to hold on to your glare, keep it cemented on your face, but the corners of your mouth twitch almost immediately. Hell is how you can’t help but smile, snorting as you laugh. “Fine,” you concede, “you’re forgiven.”

“Thank god. What would I do if you stayed mad at me forever?”

You pretend to mull it over. “Taehyung would replace me as your best friend, obviously. The two of you would never leave your apartment and just play Overwatch forever. You’d probably get married just for the tax write-offs—”

“Overwatch themed wedding, of course,” Jeongguk adds.

You nod. “Of course. Overwatch themed wedding. You’ll be a famous film director and they’ll ask you to do some low-budget video game movie that flops—”

“Hey!”

“—and twenty years from now, when it flops and almost ends your career, you’ll sit on your disgusting couch with Taehyung, your husband, and say, ‘Damn, I really shouldn’t have ignored her and made you my best friend instead. Worst mistake of my life.’ And Taehyung will get really mad, because sometimes you say really insensitive shit without meaning to, and Taehyung’s, like, tissue-paper-soft, and then he’ll divorce you—”

Jeongguk nuzzles back into your neck. “This is really fucked up,” he whines. “Why are you ruining my life like this?”

“For fun.”

“It’s not very fun for me.” He sits up, then, and a crooked little smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now get up. We have very important stuff to do.”

“Like what?”

12:46pm—Of all the harebrained schemes Jeongguk has thought up over the last five years, and there’s been countless, he’s really outdone himself this time.

“Are you insane?” you ask, sunglasses pulled down over your eyes so he can’t see how severe your scowl is. “I told you after what happened last time that I am never stepping foot in this piece of shit again.”

“Oh, come on,” he argues, “it wasn’t even that bad.”

You don’t respond, just plant your feet more firmly into the asphalt. “I said no.”

Scoffing, he mimes getting stabbed in the heart. “Et tu, Brutus?”

“Brute.”

“Brut-ever. Will you get in the car now?”

You eye the monstrosity that is Jeongguk’s car. Two years ago it’d been a typical piece of shit college kid’s car: held together by a hope and a prayer, more rust than functioning automobile, and the best Jeongguk could afford after working under the table for shit pay all through high school. All of that had been fine. Sure, you didn’t necessarily feel safe in it since there was never a non-zero chance of some necessary part falling off after Jeongguk took a turn too fast, but you hadn’t reached the point of embarrassed refusal until The Bet.

The long and short of it is this: Jeongguk, after watching Deadpool for the nth time, decided to name his scrap heap after Bea Arthur, to which Taehyung had replied, stoned out of his mind, that Bea Arthur was a Golden Girl and Jeongguk did not have a Golden Girls-worthy car. That part was factual. Jeongguk did not have a Golden Girls-worthy car; he had a piece of shit Jeep Wrangler that was only one year younger than him. Taehyung, because he was still stoned out of his mind, then proceeded to explain to Jeongguk, in great detail, that the only way his car would ever be worthy of her name would be to paint her pink. He bet him two trips to Taco Bell and one uninterrupted hour on the PS4 to do it.

So Jeongguk did. Went out the next day and bought all the cans of Barbie pink spray paint from the hardware store near campus and painted his car in the resident lot outside their shared apartment.

It looked—and still looks—absolutely terrible. Especially after Taehyung bought him those trashy car eyelashes as a gag gift.

“No.”

Jeongguk stomps his feet. “You’re so rude. Apologize to her.”

“Absolutely not,” you say. The left eyelash falls off a little more. “Look at it,” you say, pointing to the disgusting decoration, “it’s hanging on for dear life.”

The next thing you know, Jeongguk is wrenching your duffel bag out of your hands and tossing it in the backseat. He’s got the doors taken off the Jeep so it just stares back at you, taunting, and you have half a mind to grab it back and stomp your way back up to your apartment because he’s looking at you like you’re next, like you’re the next thing he’s going to toss over his shoulder and forcefully put into the car. “If you touch me I’ll scream.”

His eyes narrow. “Go ahead. Graduation was a week ago. Everyone’s already gone.”

You look across the empty parking lot. Point taken. Still: “You don’t know that,” you argue. “You’re discounting people who don’t drive. We live in a very walkable city with great public transportation.”

“Please get in the car,” he grumbles, clearly very over this conversation. “It’s fucking hot and I have an itinerary to stick to.”

You cock a disbelieving eyebrow. “There’s no way you made an itinerary.”

“I will actually murder you if you don’t get in the fucking car right now.”

“Did you physically feel the feminism leaving your body as you said that to me?” you snark, finally folding yourself in the passenger’s seat.

Jeongguk gets in beside you, lets out an extremely loud groan, and sticks the key in the ignition. “Please shut the entire fuck up. I’m begging.”

4:19pm—Jeongguk gets a speeding ticket roughly one hour into your little trip, which puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the drive.

You’d been able to coax out of him that the first stop on your itinerary is a house party. Taehyung had invited him. A friend of a friend of a friend from his hometown, all the way down the line until you’d stopped listening. Whoever it is has a pool, a very large and very heated one according to Jeongguk, so that was good enough for you. As it was, you didn’t turn down a good house party very often, but you’re a little surprised Jeongguk would drive nearly four hours out of his way for one.

Not that it matters. You meet Taehyung at his parents’ house, the picture of suburban monotony, and he hugs the two of you like he hasn’t seen you in years even though it’s been five days.

“My parents left this morning,” he explains, hiking your bag over his shoulder as he gives you a half-assed tour of the house. There’s a living room and a dining room and a kitchen that doesn’t look like it’s been updated since 2004. “Went on some bougie vacation to celebrate my college graduation.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one going on a trip to celebrate?”

Taehyung gestures for you and Jeongguk to climb the stairs ahead of him. “Nope,” he says. “They said they’re celebrating their quote-unquote financial independence since I have finally graduated college and am officially cut off from the family credit card. Ah, hook a right, the guest room is the last door on the left. I figured you two wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“That’s fine,” you say at the same time Jeongguk says, “I would literally rather eat a live tarantula.”

Taehyung plops your bag on the bed and nods sagely, like he was expecting this. “Lover’s spat, huh? I feel for you, bro. It’s hard out here for people like us.”

“What does that mean?” you ask. “Who are people like you?”

“Extremely good-looking,” Taehyung answers.

“Very desirable,” Jeongguk tacks on.

“People who have a fantastic sense of fashion.”

“Now I know you’re lying because he’s in a crop top and a pair of sweatpants he cut into shorts himself that still have a cum stain—”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops. “It’s pizza grease!” he argues.

“—and it’s ninety-three degrees outside and you’re in a three-piece suit. Who do you think you are, Andrew fucking Carnegie? You’re dressed like you’re about to monopolize the railroads. What are you going to this party to do, exploit some labor?”

10:37pm—Taehyung throws you in the pool for insulting his suit.

Jeongguk’s yelling at him when you surface. Something about a woman who got pushed in a pool and got paralyzed and it’s not fucking funny, Tae, what if she got hurt, you fucking dickhead, and you’re laughing. Taehyung snaps a picture of you with the film camera hanging around his neck, your smile so, so big even though there’s chlorine in your eyes and your outfit’s ruined and your sunglasses are at the bottom of the deep end.

“See?” Taehyung says. “She’s fine.”

Jeongguk punches him in the shoulder anyway.

He says something you can’t hear over the noise of the party, so he kneels down by the coping and leans in close. You could count every individual eyelash if you wanted, and the warmth of his breath is a dizzying contrast from your wet skin. You wonder what he thinks about when the two of you are this close. You wonder if it’s instinctual, like the unspoken, natural conclusion is the two of you always being drawn this close together. You wonder if he thinks about kissing you. You wonder if he thinks about you like that at all, the way you sometimes think about him.

“Are you really okay?” he asks again, voice so much softer than the one he’d used with Taehyung. You nod. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

He offers his hand to you, pulls you out of the pool like you’re weightless. Doesn’t take it back once you’re on solid ground again, just threads your fingers together. “Okay. Let’s get you into some warm clothes.”

“You want to go back to Tae’s?”

Jeongguk leads you through the house until he finds an empty bedroom. “Here,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. “It should be big enough to cover you.” All you can do is stare. “Lock the door behind me, okay? Just so no one barges in on you while you’re changing. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna see if I can find you a towel.”

Why do you feel like you’ve been hit by a train?

You nod again, mumbling a quiet thank you under your breath. You do as Jeongguk says and lock the door behind him, pull off your wet clothes, wince as the air conditioning bites at your skin. Still in your bra and underwear, because there’s no point in putting on Jeongguk’s dry shirt while you’re still wearing them, so you just hold it in your hands. Let the residual body heat warm your fingers. You know it smells like him; you’d watched him spritz on cologne before you left.

There’s a knock on the door. “It’s me. I got a towel.”

You’re pulling it open before you have time to think about how undressed you are. Not like Jeongguk’s never seen you in this state before—you’d started sleeping in shorts and tank tops at the very least after the third time he dropped by unannounced—just like you’ve seen him shirtless countless times. And it’s not necessarily that it feels different now, but it does, a little. He gasps when he takes you in, so quiet you’d miss it if the two of you weren’t so far away from the rest of the party, and it’s so hot outside and there’s so many fucking people around that there’s already a light sheen of sweat along his chest, down the arm that’s covered in tattoos, all the lines you’ve traced over a million times.

He swallows. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “What, um. D’you want me to see if I can put your clothes in the dryer?”

It’s so hard to pull your gaze away from him. “Nah,” you answer, “it’s okay. I’ll just find a bag or something and dry them once we get back to Tae’s.”

“What about your, uh. Your—you know.”

“My what? My underwear?”

A mortified whimper escapes him that even he looks surprised by. “Y-yeah.”

You laugh as you towel off your hair. “Well, I’ll probably ditch the bra. It’s not like most of these perverts have never seen hard nipples before, but I’m not giving them anymore of a free show, so I’ll have to deal with the wet underwear.”

“Do you want mine?”

That shuts you up. “Jeongguk, I know we’re, like, best friends or whatever, but most best friends don’t share underwear. Worn underwear, especially.”

He looks even more mortified now. Turns red from his cheeks all the way to his bellybutton. “Oh. Right, um. Dumb question.”

You snort. “Turn around,” you say, tone teasing. You wonder if he’s just as glad as you to have something else to look at.

The shirt feels just like being in Jeongguk’s arms, warm and familiar. Barely covers your entire ass, but most of the girls outside are wearing less, so you’ll be okay. And you’ll never admit it, but it feels nice to wear it, to feel a little possessive for once. Everyone back at school who knows you knows Jeongguk, just like everyone who knows Jeongguk knows you, but these people don’t know either of you, so you like that there’s not many conclusions they can draw from seeing Jeongguk shirtless, from seeing you wear it.

You’ll never, ever admit it.

“All good?” he asks. Mhmm, you answer. “I ran into Tae in the kitchen. He wanted me to tell you he’s sorry before he gets too drunk and forgets, but he gave me a joint as an olive branch if you wanna share it.”

You don’t want to leave this bedroom. Don’t want to pop this weird little bubble you’ve found yourself in. But Jeongguk’s got that green tint to his skin again, looks like he’s ready to come out of it any second, so you slide your feet back into your sandals and nod. “Yeah, sounds good.”

11:16pm—Jeongguk has never been a very good smoker. Never really got the hang of it, still coughs like an eighty-year-old man every time he takes a hit. It’d been endearing the first few times you and Taehyung had tried to teach him, but now it’s just really sad.

“Fu-fuck,” he chokes, “I missed it.”

You take the joint from his outstretched fingers. Inhale. Don’t cough. “Missed what?” Blow it out.

“Eleven-eleven,” he answers. “I was gonna make a wish.”

You take another hit. “What were you gonna wish for?”

Jeongguk lays back in the grass. Stares up at the sky and all the stars. “I dunno. A million dollars. A car you’re not embarrassed to be seen in. A PS5. An apartment I could afford without a roommate. One of those, like, really expensive Iron Man figurines from Japan.”

“You’re so full of shit. You know damn well if you bought any of those Japanese figurines it’d be one of those anime ones with the tits all out.”

You try to pass the joint back, but Jeongguk waves you away. “Finish it. And I am not full of shit. I want that Iron Man one real bad. They’re like three-hundred dollars on eBay.”

You’re not looking at him when you say, “Wow, you’ve really got a lot to wish for, huh?”

But he’s looking right at you when he answers, “You have no idea.”

SATURDAY, 1:27am—The kid whose house you’re at is named Joshua.

You meet him by accident in the living room, where he nearly spills three cups of beer down your front and still manages to rope you into a game of pong. He’s known Taehyung forever, he says. Tells you they have the same birthday, same year and everything, so Taehyung thinks they’re platonic soulmates or whatever.

(Joshua’s cheeks were pink when he said, “I didn’t have the heart to explain the birthday paradox to him.”

Your eyes widened. “So you just… put up with him? Like, voluntarily? For twenty years?”)

Even with Jeongguk as your teammate, the two of you lose the first game horrifically. You knew it was a bad idea to partner with him. Not only can he not smoke, he can’t really function after he does, either. Someone knocks into him, a stray elbow in his ribs, and he sends his next throw so off-center it hits Joshua’s partner square in the forehead. Doesn’t fall into the cup on the way down, either.

“Jesus,” you mutter. “You need to get your shit together, dude, I’ve already taken all of your drinks because you’re a lightweight and you start crying if you get too drunk and I’m about two more cups from puking in a bush outside, and you just hit…” You pause, looking at Joshua’s pong partner. “Sorry, what’s your name?”

The poor kid looks like a deer caught in headlights. Well, a deer with a very red, very circular mark on its forehead. “Um—”

“Shit, sorry, this is Jun,” Joshua cuts in. “He’s doing a study abroad year. He’s from China.”

Your jaw drops a little, drunken panic settling into your veins. “Oh my god. Holy shit. Tell him to stay away from Taehyung, he’s trying to monopolize the railroads and exploit labor—”

3:39am—You’ve shared beds with Jeongguk before.

Loads of times, actually, especially during those early days of college. Jeongguk had shown up at your dorm countless times back then, eyes rimmed red and limbs trembling, homesick. There wasn’t much you could do except tuck him into your twin bed and run your fingers through his hair. He’d spent so many nights like that, eyes closed, breath steadying as he told you all about his family, his friends, the town he’d grown up in. And it’d just… stayed like that. Became a thing. No matter the size of your bed, half of it always belonged to Jeongguk.

Now, though.

Now is an entirely different story.

“Why are people afraid of mummies?”

You drag your attention away from the ceiling to stare at him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards involuntarily. “What?”

“Why are people afraid of mummies,” Jeongguk repeats, tugging the thick duvet up to his chin. “Like, I watched that Brendan Fraser movie the other day and I don’t get it.”

You sigh. You’re in for a long night if The Mummy (1999) is what Jeongguk is going to wax philosophical about, but you indulge him. You always do. “Hm. Imhotep was never really mummified, though. Like, just because you’re buried alive with flesh-eating beetles and put in a sarcophagus doesn’t make you a legitimate mummy, you know?”

Jeongguk snaps his fingers in agreement. You can’t see his face too well in the dark, but you imagine the way his eyes light up. “See, that’s what I said! He’s not even a real mummy. They gotta wrap you with the stuff to be a real mummy. He’s a fraud.”

You laugh. “A fraud mummy?”

“Yeah, a frummy. I Googled it and there’s a whole process. He cheated.”

“A process, huh?” you ask, closing the space between you. He’s so warm. Still smells a little like smoke and sweat and the way he always does, and you wonder if it’ll stick to the pillow. If you’ll wake up in the morning half on his pillow and breathe in and think, yeah, that’s Jeongguk. “Tell me all about it.”

Jeongguk’s hand finds yours again. You expect him to lace your fingers together, again, but he doesn’t: he digs his thumb into your palm, draws lines into the muscle there. Just barely, you can see the ink on his knuckles, remember when he got it done. “I don’t remember,” he says, voice like spun sugar.

“This is why you should stop smoking. You’re terrible at it.”

He laughs through his nose. A snort of breath that rustles your hair. A snort of breath that wouldn’t have if you weren’t so close, but why wouldn’t you be. Why would you ever want to be far away from Jeongguk when you can be like this instead? “That’s not why.” An aborted sigh. “I mean, it is, but—I don’t know. It’s not why.”

There’s something about the early morning, the gray light that creeps in around the edges of the curtains, the stillness and the quiet. It makes you brave—maybe a little stupid, too, if you’re being honest. A little vulnerable. But this is how it’s always been between you and Jeongguk. Things you’re too scared to say in the daytime come out in the dark, where they’re safe. So you sit up. Prop yourself up on one elbow and stare down at him, his face still obscured by the comforter, large eyes just visible over the hem. “What are you not saying?” you ask, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face.

There’s a beat of silence. An unsteady inhale. And then he says, “A lot,” and doesn’t open his eyes again.

“You can tell me,” you say. His hair is so soft. “You know that. You can tell me anything.”

He looks pained. “I want to. I want to so bad, but it’s just, like—it’s so hard. Why is it so hard?”

“Hm. Why don’t I tell you something hard first, and we can trade?”

That gets him to crack an eye open. “No, I don’t trust you. You’re gonna say something stupid like diamonds are the hardest known material on earth to trick me. Fuck no.”

“I’m not gonna trick you,” you say around your laughter, “but it’s actually graphene. Two guys from the University of Manchester won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 2010 for it and everything.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Why do you even know that? You were a linguistics major.”

“Yeah, a linguistics major that graduated with honors. That means I’m, like, really smart.” You cross your eyes and make a funny face. His smile feels like the sun. “So? You wanna shake on it?”

“This feels like a crossroads deal.”

You scoff, still smiling. “You’re impossible. How ‘bout this: I’m just gonna say what I was planning on saying the whole time, and you can do whatever you want, no crossroads deals required.”

A raised eyebrow. “Then what’s the catch? There’s always a ca—”

“I wanted to kiss you so bad at that party.”

A whimper, and then there’s silence. It stretches on so long you wonder if the darkness has made you too brave. If you’ve said something you shouldn’t have and gave life to something that should’ve stayed hidden. Now it exists. Now it’s something that’s tangible and real; something Jeongguk can reach out and touch. Something he can take hold of gently and keep close to him, or something that singes his skin when he gets too close.

Something to shy away from.

And then—”Only at the party?”

He’s looking right at you. Maybe the darkness makes Jeongguk brave, too.

“All the time.”

Jeongguk rolls his lips. You can’t look away. “Right now, too?” You nod. “Fuck. Fuck, me too.”

“I’m still a little drunk,” you admit. “Not an excuse, I just—what if you never wanna kiss me again and this is the only time and I don’t remember it?”

He smiles. Leans in close and presses a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no rush. We can kiss in the morning, when we’re both stupidly hungover. Like a reward.”

“After we brush our teeth, though,” you tack on, starting to feel the exhaustion creep in. “We’ll wake up, brush our teeth, and then we’ll kiss.”

“Mhmm,” he agrees, pulling you down so your head’s on his chest. Presses another kiss to the top of your head. His heartbeat is so loud, so erratic. You’re so tired. “We’re gonna kiss so much.”

“So much. It’s gonna be gross, how much we’re gonna kiss.”

11:54am—The inside of your mouth tastes like something drowned in battery acid and died.

By the grace of all things holy, you’ve somehow escaped the worst of it. Your head’s mostly intact; you’re able to crack your eyes open and not immediately want to throw up at all the light in the room. Your stomach’s a little queasy but nothing a disgusting, greasy breakfast won’t cure.

All things considered, you’ve definitely had worse hangovers.

But you wake up alone. The half of Jeongguk’s pillow you’ve claimed does smell like him, you learn, and you smile to yourself in the privacy of the room. The shower is running in the en suite. Jeongguk’s quietly singing some pop song. Taehyung’s snoring so loudly down the hall you’re surprised the paint’s still on the walls. You want to wake up like this forever.

“Hi,” Jeongguk says, appearing in the doorway just in a towel. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you grumble. “How long have you been up?”

Jeongguk shrugs. Moves to his bag by the closet. “A few hours.”

“How?”

He very purposely turns away from you, then. Stumbles over his words as he says, “I couldn’t sleep. Too excited, I guess.” You can still see the way his neck turns red, anyway, and it’s not the flush from his shower.

“You got so excited to kiss me you couldn’t sleep?”

“Stooooop,” he whines. “Don’t tease me. I’m already fragile.”

You fling yourself back against the mattress, cackling wildly. “Should I go brush my teeth? Make your sleep deprivation worth it?”

“What, are you making a kiss schedule?” he chides, turning to you with a hand on his hip. “Don’t plan it, that’s weird.”

“You’re weird. If I leave it up to you I’ll be waiting until 2047.”

He clicks his tongue. “And what’s wrong with that? Fifty’s a great age for that kind of thing.” When all he gets in return is a loud groan, he throws his damp towel at you. “Get ready. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

Those butterflies you get when you finally brush your teeth don’t mean anything. Probably.

1:05pm—Every bad thing in life can be fixed with diner breakfast.

Except Jeongguk’s hangover, apparently.

“That shower deceived me,” he whines, head clunking onto the table. When he lifts it to pout at you, the paper placemat sticks to his forehead. “I felt fine,” he says, peeling it off his skin, “and now I feel bad. How does that work?”

You coo at him, ruffling his still-damp hair. It’s gotten longer, usually piled atop his head now or tied in a knot at the nape of his neck. Suits him, you think. “The food will help,” you assure him. “I can order for you if you need to go puke, just tell me what you want.”

“I want to die,” he moans. Faceplants back onto the table. You order two coffees when the waitress comes around to get your drink order.

You wave him off. It’s horribly endearing, the way he drags his feet to the bathroom. The way he reaches the door and turns back to look at you with the most pitiful look he can muster, just so you feel bad for him and order extra food because he can eat more than anyone you know and he knows it’ll work. And it does: you order two plates of the same thing, an extra side of hashbrowns for Jeongguk because they’re his favorite.

“I love you,” he says once he’s back at the table, staring down at the food in front of him. Pancakes and eggs, over medium. Two hashbrowns. Fresh coffee. “Like, for real.”

You roll your eyes. “Eat something before you throw up again and ruin the sanctity of this diner.”

He turns serious, then. “No, I—I mean I love you. The big one. Big-L. In love with you kind of love. And I didn’t throw up, I just gagged a little.”

You blink. Once then ten more times. “And you’re admitting that now?” you nearly shriek. “When you’re hungover and look like shit and you’re all sticky because you just tipped over your cup of syrup and aren’t paying attention?”

Jeongguk jerks, bangs his knee hard on the underside of the table. Curses. Tries to sop up the small pool of maple syrup that’s seeping its way across the tabletop. “Fuck! Fuck, give me your napkins!”

“No.”

“Hurry up!” he screeches. “It’s near the edge of the table! It’s gonna fucking—it’s dripping on my fucking pants, what the fuck, I won’t be able to get the smell out for months—”

God, you love him, too. Despite the scene before you, you really, really do.

1:52pm—Jeongguk kisses you in the parking lot.

It’s so humid you can barely breathe and there’s a pair of yellow sunglasses sitting on your head that Jeongguk may or may not have stole from next to the register, but he makes it three steps across the parking lot before he pivots, cradles your face in his sticky hands, and kisses the hell out of you.

Soft. His lips are impossibly soft and he tastes a little like coffee and a lot like the only person you want to kiss for the rest of your life.

1:58pm—”Where do you want to go?” Jeongguk asks. Sticks the key in the ignition and tries to turn the engine over but all he gets in return is a horrible cranking sound.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to sound like that.”

He rolls his eyes. Kind of stares at you like you’re an idiot. “No shit?”

You just lean over the center console and kiss him again, until the crease is gone from between his brows. Until the tension is gone and his lips are fluid against yours. “Let’s go wherever you want.”

3:14pm—Jeongguk drives you to the beach.

A pop song plays on the radio. The sun warms you from the inside out. The doors are off the Jeep so the wind blows through your hair and Jeongguk loves you and you love him and you haven’t got a care in the entire world. 

He parks near the sand but doesn’t move to get out. There’s just you and him and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. There are the seagulls and the kids laughing as they splash one another, parents yelling at them to not go out too far. The lifeguard’s whistle. The poor guy pushing the cooler up and down the beach, trying to sell popsicles.

And it’s… a lot. A lot to take in on top of everything that’s happened in the last twelve hours, all the ways your lives have changed. You feel a bit frayed, raw around the edges. Jeongguk loves you. Jeongguk knows you and sees you and loves you more for it, and you think it should feel like a lot of pressure, like too much to live up to, being a person worthy of being loved by him, but you know him too. Too much, sometimes, and that’s a thought that causes you to laugh so loud it nearly startles Jeongguk out of his skin.

“Wha—”

Tears prick at your eyes. It takes all the willpower you’ve got to say, “Oh my god, I can’t be-believe—fuck, am I gonna have to slap you around in bed, too?”

Jeongguk bypasses red entirely and flushes purple. “What? No, oh my god, shut up—what the fuck, why would you say that—”

“Do you like to be choked?”

Jeongguk swallows a moan. Whether it’s horny or embarrassed, you’re not sure. “Don’t do this right now. Look,” he says, pointing out towards the water, “we’re having a beautiful day at the beach. Don’t ruin it. Don’t tarnish it.”

This just makes you shriek louder. “You do!” you accuse, finger dipping into the dimple in his cheek. “Aw, Kookie, don’t get all shy, I’ll choke you if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” he grumbles, but he looks far less put out than he did ten seconds ago.

“Hey,” you say, cupping his cheek. “I do love you, you know? The big one. Big-L. In love with you kind of love, too. Always will, no matter what.”

Jeongguk sighs. Closes his eyes and basks in your touch, your words. “I’m terrified I’m gonna fuck it up,” he admits. Something that’s hard to say. “I just—what would I even do if I did?”

“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, too, but I know you. I know when you’re careless with something you try your hardest to fix it.”

“This is different,” he insists. “I can’t be careless with you.”

You shrug. Press your lips against his temple. “Then don’t be.”

He still doesn’t look like he believes you, but he’s smiling nonetheless. “That simple, huh?”

“That simple.”

7:44pm—Back during your freshman year, one of those times Jeongguk had buried himself in your bed, wrung out from anxiety, you’d asked him what his favorite memory was.

He’d told you a story about going to the beach with his mom. Just the two of them, because his brother was off doing something with his dad that Jeongguk hadn’t wanted to do, so he’d begged his mom to take him to the beach. He wanted to go to the pier, wanted to eat junk food and get lost in the lights and the noise of all the rides, wanted to take off his sandals and scream when the cold water reached his toes. He was little, he’d said, around four or five. It was the last summer before he started school, so his tiny mind had made it into this massive, important event.

His mom had taken him. Let him eat junk food and go on a few rides and dip his toes in the sand, but they had to be home in time for dinner. Jeongguk had wanted to watch the sunset, but it was still his favorite memory.

As you stare out into the horizon, the sun just starting to dip below and turn the sky orange and pink, you wonder if this is close. If it means more. If this is the sunset Jeongguk had wanted to watch all those years ago when everything was horribly important and full of meaning. Your toes aren’t at the edge of the water, but they’re dug into the sand, cold just like Jeongguk’s had been, and the edible you two had split a few hours ago is finally starting to wear off.

It’ll be time to go soon, even though you wish it wasn’t.

He pulls you further back against him, lets you settle against his chest. His skin’s still warm from the sun and he shares that little bit of heat, makes it yours, too. There’s not much left to say, but he presses a kiss to your neck all the same. A little I love you, unspoken but still meaning just as much.

“Where to now?” you ask, because all the parents and their kids have long since packed up and left. Most everyone is gone. There’s just you and Jeongguk and the waves crashing against the shore.

“Dunno,” he answers. “Should we just keep driving?”

You nod.

He stands. Offers you his hand.

You take it.

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[yanderemommabean]

Could you do another yandere all smite purge one please?

“This is not a test “ Echoed through the empty streets as the final safety doors slammed shut, leaving poor souls who were too late in the open and in the vicious line of sight for those looking to hunt. “Your government is announcing the commencement of the lovesick purge. All participants must obey the rules given and indoctrinated-” the message drones on, turning to muffled booms as you rush through the alleyways and stomp through the puddles in your way.

God you hated this time of year. You were never prepared for it, never ready to handle the horrified screams and gunshots going off until morning rise. Praying never brought the sun up any faster but hey, it passed the time. This year you just wanted to hide away in your room like last time and blare music through your headphones, hiding in a cupboard or maybe that hallway closet. Last time it was kinda cozy.

You have to actually get home first, but why wouldn’t you? You knew your shortcuts, your danger zones, and how to fight dirty incase someone picked a fight. You’d like to think you could handle yourself.

You slide into another alley and catch your breath, watching as three people rush past and argue over where to go and what to do. You didn’t bother getting involved or helping, it was every man for himself and kindness could very well get you killed. You wait to see what happens to the three, and when nothing but silence follows, you try not to think about the outcome.

Cracking your neck, you take a breath and begin to run again, having just a few more blocks to “safety”. That being a building thats very easy to bust into and a door that could be broken by just a breath. But it was home, and home is where we subconsciously think no harm will come.

A large hand on your shoulder stops you dead in your tracks, yanking you back into the darkness of the alley. You begin to fight, kicking and biting while trying to escape the grip of your possible killer, your fists making little to no impact with every blow.

Well that’s embarrassing. You thought you were stronger than that.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you” the voice pacifies, a deep chuckle following as the male forces your arms behind your back. You recognized that voice, hearing it speak on the news and on social media constantly.

Not in a heroic manner, not in some savior like way. This man was the tormentor everyone feared. This was the infamous villain All Smite. The man who can kill without remorse and destroy with a smile on his face, has you in his grip for god knows what.

“Silent now? I pegged you as a screamer” he joked, watching you roll your eyes at the innuendo. “I don’t exactly know what to say. I know begging won’t do shit” you admit with a nervous swallow, trying to avoid pissing him off and making the situation worse. Panicking wouldn’t help, no matter how good of an idea your brain made it seem.

The bulking blond laughs, and presses his head against the nape of your neck as he tightens your bonds. “This is why I love you. You’re so calm and calculating yet shy and timid. Cute and sexy. Just my type”. Wait, wait, just his type? Wasn’t he tying you up to like, throw you in a river or something? Break your bones and take your money? No! No there’s no way in hell this man is your yandere! You weren’t even given a warning letter!

Then again you suppose he’s a villain, why would he go by the rules? You not knowing gave him a larger advantage on catching you. You shiver feeling his large hands roam over you, as if checking for weapons and hidden items, but also a cheap way to cop a feel. “P-Pervert” you bit out, knowing that no matter what you said, what you did, you’d only lose and be his entertainment. He loved it when his victims begged and sobbed.

You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

All Smite gently lifts you, cradling you as he begins walking down the street with bravado. Dude always has to put on a show. “You’re just going to kill me after this aren’t you? Hurt me, bruise me up, and slit my neck?” you asked bitterly, accepting your fate a bit faster than mentally healthy. Unless of course you were dead on the inside like the author.

All smite gave you an odd look. Brows furrowed in what you dare call concern, as if you were the one acting odd and dangerous. “I don’t think you fully grasp what’s occurring. You’re mine. Captured. My lover to be unless you escape the next purge. Bonded to me and me bonded to you”.

Yeah...ok you’re kidnapped. That should be sinking in, this shouldn’t be so casual, this shouldn't be so calm as it is. You just don't feel a fight in you. Almost like...like you wanted this to happen. Like you wanted to be caught and give up. You should be fighting more than this, tied up or not, but instead you’re empty and waiting for a fantasy that isn’t to come.

The villain gently brushes your hair away from your face, and sighs lovingly “You’ve been hurting for so long. You’ve been abandoned by those who are supposed to protect you, been cut by those who say they love you. You’re tired”.

“Shut up” you spit “You don’t know shit! You’re just playing mind games”.

He only gives a hum in response, opening the door to his hideout while you try to ignore the fact he hit some nerves. “I’ve watched you for a while, you know?” he plops you down on his couch, watching your eyes avert his gaze as he continues. “I’ve seen the hurt those people gave you. The condescending tones over your achievements, the scolding you when you finally come out of your shell, the audacity to belittle you when you’re doing your best and trying to survive and they only sit on their asses”.

You glare with tears in your eyes, spitting out bitterly “What’s your fucking point? What you-you wanna break me down and start from there?! See how deep those fucking scars go? Want me to tell you how they used to beat me-”

He hushes you softly, making you choke back a sob as he just holds your head in his large hands, wiping away your angry tears. “I want to be here for you. Help you heal yourself and show you that I can be the only person you need. A strong person like you deserves to be spoiled and worshipped. “ he kisses the top of your head, holding you as you shudder out more confused tears. Relief and grief, pain and soothing, it was so odd.

Could you really trust him? He’s probably just manipulating you for some sick game of his! “L-Like I can trust a single word from that snake like mouth” you meekly comment, fists clenching in their bindings as All Smite just continues to stroke your hair. “You can’t. Not yet. But I plan to prove that you can trust me, and plan to show you how devoted I am to you and our love”.

You squint in disbelief once again “I’m not in love with you”.

A wicked grin spreads on his face as he steals a quick kiss “You will be”

-Mommabean

[house-of-slayterr]

Wayne’s The Name

@howl-fantasies

Tw: mentions of assault

Maggie’s POV:

I sauntered back inside to find Butch and Tabitha laying on the couch. Butch was the first to look up at me.

“Was worried that cop tried to steal you away from us” he joked, knowing full well Oswald would throw a fit if I was gone when he came home.

I just looked at my shoes I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact. I heard Tabitha grown in annoyance.

“Where’s the confident girl who was just with us half an hour ago?” She asked.

I simply shrugged. I couldn’t keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes.

“Are you crying?” Butch asked.

“No.” I said, lamely and unconvincing.

“What wrong Kid?”

I didn’t want to tell them, I didn’t even know what to tell them. I don’t know what to believe or think right now. And I was over thinking.

“I’d just really like that aftercare now please” I stuttered out.

Butch opened his arms letting me crawl onto his lap. I laid my head down on his shoulder and cried. It was odd to be so vulnerable with someone I just met, but we did just have sex so really how much more vulnerable could I be? Tabitha sat next to us on the couch, leaning her head on his other shoulder. They knew I didn’t want to talk about it and they respected that boundary.

“Wanna watch something Bunny?” She asked, softly.

My head perked up at the new nickname. I stopped crying for a moment and nodded. I felt Butch chuckle from underneath me.

“You always this quiet after you sleep with someone?”

I shook my head.

“What do you wanna watch? Cause I’ll watch almost anything as long as it’s not a Disney film.”

“What do you have against Disney Tabs?” Butch asked.

“It’s stupid and childish and reminds me of Oswald.”

I laughed at this. Ozzy and I had watched a lot of old Disney films. His favourite was the Lion King because he was obsessed with Scar. I tried to get up to pick a movie but Butch held me closer to his chest.

“Uh uh, you’re not lifting a finger missy. You’re stuck with me.” He said.

I pouted but I didn’t really mind, sinking back into his touch. He was warm, like really warm. I felt like a cat sitting in the sun.

“Can we watch The Lost Boys?” I asked.

Tabitha gave me a weird look.

“Never heard of it.”

“Top of the pile on the left. I mad Ozzy watch it 3 days ago. It’s my favourite.”

She grabbed the movie and put it in the DVD player.

“Should we order food?” Butch asked.

“You hungry little Bunny?”

I shook my head no but they seemed to see right through me.

“There’s no way you aren’t starving baby girl. Anything you want we’ll order. We’re in charge until Oswald gets back remember?” He raised his eyebrow at me.

“chickennuggets” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“What was that?”

“Chicken nuggets” I said sheepishly.

“Really, you can have anything and you want chicken nuggets?” He teased.

“And wine, lots and lot of wine.” I concluded.

“Nuggets and wine it is.” Tabitha was out of the room in a second.

“So you wanna tell me what happened? Do I gotta beat up the old man?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No you don’t have to beat him up. He was just trying to be helpful. Just said some stuff I wasn’t ready to hear I guess.”

“Like what?”

I sighed. I suppose it was no harm if I talked to him. The more people I could trust in Gotham, the better.

“I’ve been losing time recently?”

“Like, blacking out.”

“I guess.”

“Used to happen to me right after Victor- you know what that’s probably not helping.”

“No, no. I wanna hear. What was it like. Maybe we’re going through the same thing?”

“I don’t know, I guess sometimes it’s like I’m not really here-“ he started.

I caught myself raking my hands through his hair, trying to calm his nerves subconsciously.

“Like the only time I feel real is when I’m with Tabitha. She makes me feel seen you know? She knows how hard it was for me to betray Fish, and I hate myself every day for it. And I’m sure you’ve seen how harsh Victor can be.”

“I’m so sorry Butch. I’m sorry they didn’t trust you, or even give you a chance. But I’m not gonna let Victor hurt you again if I have anything to say about it. I mean you would never betray Oswald, and he knows that. He trusts you with me doesn’t he?” I tried to make him feel better.

He gave me a half appointed smile.

“That’s sweet of you.”

“What can I say, you’re growing on me.”

He huffed out a playful laugh. I shifted in his lap to get more comfortable.

“So you go back there when you’re alone?” I asked.

He nodded.

“You?”

“I dont know. For me it’s like there’s nothing to go back to. I should remember it right? The torture. You’ve seen what I look like under this dress Butch. Christ I look like I’ve been mauled by a hoard of angry cats.” I joked.

But he seemed completely serious which through me off.

“Magnolia, under this dress you’re literally perfect. The only person I’ve ever seen as stunning as you is Tabs. We’ve all got our scars, but we have to be more than them. That’s what makes us real right?”

I felt myself staring to cry again.

“Hey hey, none of that. Look at me. Why are you crying?”

“Nobodies ever called me perfect before. I think you’re perfect too. You and Tabitha. The way you too look at each other. It’s the realness you’re talking about. If you two ever break up, love is dead.” I tried to joke once more.

This time he laughed with me.

“Look, I’m sorry you can’t remember much right now, and I’m sorry you’re feeling so confused. But if you ever need anything, the two of us are gonna here.”

“Thanks B.”

Tabitha came back with the food, and I swear I saw her face soften when she saw the two of us cuddling. It was hard to imagine this girl was a very feared assassin. But I guess I’d grown used to being in their company. Even my brother could be considered an assassin by some, that was before Felicities ‘no kill’ rule. I suddenly noticed she was covered in blood.

“What did you kill the delivery boy?” Butch asked.

I thought he was joking but I really shouldn’t have been surprised.

“He asked to grab my ass as part of his tip.” She explained nonchalantly.

“Gross.” I mumbled.

She handed me my food and I took it willingly, with a small thanks. I shimmied my way off Butch’s lap to sit next to him and he seemed to groan in protest at the lack of pressure. But Tabitha quickly took my place. I grabbed my nuggets and the French fries she had gotten me too and opened them up. I handed the bottle of wine to Butch to open.

“Pretty lady can’t open her own wine?”

“Why should I when there’s a perfectly good gentleman to do so?”

He opened it and Tabitha turned on the movie. We settled in for the evening, cuddling close to each other. Despite the movie being my favourite, I wasn’t really paying attention. Half a bottle down and I buried my head on Tabitha’s thigh. They seemed to notice my sleepiness and looked down at me.

“Hey B?” I asked.

“Hmmm?”

Tabitha was still looking at the screen but I knew she was listening.

“If you sleep with someone and you dont remember it…. does that make you a bad person?” I asked sleepily.

I could feel both their bodies shift, but I didn’t lift my head. It felt too heavy. Tabitha gently placed her hand on my face.

“Who did you sleep with?” She asked.

I yawned.

“Jim… Jim Gordon.” With that I drifted off to sleep.

Authors POV:

Tabitha had to stop herself from moving, not wanting to wake the poor girl. But she was livid. So was Butch. They didn’t have much context but they didn’t feel they needed any. In the short time that they’d known her, they could tell how damaged she was. But what they did with her was wanted, she consented, even begged them for it. And here she was, cuddling up to them for comfort. She wanted to be here.

“Did she just say what I think she just said?” Butch asked Tabitha.

“I Really, really hope not. God why does she have to be so adorable when she’s asleep. I really think we should wake her.”

“Don’t.” He stopped her. “She needs the rest.”

“And that fuck needs his dick cut off.”

Butch threw his hand over Tabitha’a mouth to keep her outburst from waking Maggie. She bit into his hand which he just shrugged off.

“I mean we just watched a girl who looks like she could conquer the world, a girl with confidence so strong that she just slept with two killers with no doubt it her mind that we wouldn’t harm her, go to this. She couldn’t even look at us Butch, she was sobbing and skittish and just down half a bottle of wine without hesitating. All over a man she can’t even remember sleeping with. That’s fucked up, even for me.”

“You’re right. What kinda of piece of shit sleeps with a girl who clearly wasn’t in the right state of mind? I mean we don’t know if she was drunk, but even if she wasn’t. She revealed to me she’s been blacking out Tabs.” He said sadly.

“What?”

“Since that Wendell guy tortured her. I only black out when I don’t feel safe, when I have to protect myself.”

“You think that’s what happened? I mean Gordon doesn’t scare me-“

“Nothing scares you.” Butch interrupted her.

“But, look at her Butch. He could easily overpower her. Do you think he? That doesn’t seem in character for Mr. Goody two shoes.” She huffed our frustrated. “Do you think she’ll remember today? Us?”

“Even with that hangover she’s gonna have; I don’t think she’ll forget. She seemed happy. Besides, we checked in with her the whole process, made sure she was ok. The only time she wasn’t with us was when she was orgasming, which is normal. Even you leave me sometimes.”

“You’re right, I just, I don’t want her to regret today Baby. We had a good time and I kinda like this one. She’s special. And I’m gonna kill that son of a Bitch for touching her.” Tabitha concluded.

“I’ll have a little chat with him tomorrow. For now, let’s get upstairs to an actual bed. You just keep our new Bunny safe alright?” She smiled.

“I like the sound of that… Ours.”

Maggie’s POV:

I awoke the next morning with a massive headache. Maybe only having a few chicken nuggets and downing a bottle of wine wasn’t the wisest choice. But clearly I’d made worse choices in my life. I felt around me to realise I was in bed, my bed. Well the one I had at Oswald’s place. I sighed, they must have carried me upstairs. I felt so embarrassed. Oswald still wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. I changed out of yesterdays clothes and showered, feeling fresh for the new day. I threw on a simple outfit, not wanting to get to dressed up today.

I walked down stairs to be greeted by the smell of pancakes. I scrunched my nose up a bit, the smell kind of overwhelming. But it was nice.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Butch greeted from the stove.

Tabitha was sat at the table with a newspaper in her hand, which rustled when she set it down to look at me.

“You don’t handle alcohol well do you?” She asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“I haven’t drank since college.” I offered lamely.

I walked up behind Butch and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then I walked around Tabitha and did the same before taking a seat. Tabitha silently raised a brow at me, and Butch turned his attention away from the pancakes.

“What was that for?”

“I had fun yesterday. Thank you.” I said plainly.

I offered the most genuine smile I could muster, despite my splitting headache.

“Here, take these”

Tabitha offered me some Advil which I gladly took.

“We had fun yesterday too.” Butch said.

He placed a plate of pancakes down in front of me.

“Hope you don’t mind, didn’t know what kind you liked but I went with blueberry.”

“They’re great, thank you.”

“Nice jacket, leather suits you.” Tabitha complimented.

I blushed, shoving a bite of pancake in my mouth. I don’t know how they managed to make me feel this way, but I didn’t mind. Things were so confusing with Jim, but with them, it was easy. They said what they wanted, they asked what I wanted. Nothing was out of place. Even if it was just a one time thing, I was glad it happened.

“Tabitha?”

“Yes?”

“May I ask you a favour? I know I’m not supposed to leave the mansion…”

“Ooo, a rule breaker, we have a rule breaker here!” Butch jeered.

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re missing something… or someone” she concluded.

“Harvey mentioned Bruce was worried about me. I just realised the last time he saw me I got shot. That can’t exactly be a comforting memory to have.”

“The Wayne kid?” Tabitha asked.

I nodded, sheepishly.

“I just wanna see him, maybe for an hour, get some fresh air. I’ve been cooped up inside for over a week now, it’s driving me mad. And I’ll be safe at Bruce’s house. Please?”

“God you sound like a teenager.” Tabitha mocked.

“Is that a yes?”

“I don’t see why not, our job was to watch you Maggie, not keep you inside. As long as we come with, then Oswald can’t really be mad.”

I shot up from my seat, tackling Butch in a hug. I peppered kisses all over his face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I squealed in between kisses. It was Tabitha’s turn to roll her eyes.

“You know, sometimes I swear you’re too innocent for your own good Bunny.”

To disprove her point, I flipped her off as I ran up to my room to grab bag. I made my way back downstairs with a smile on my face. I sat in the back of the car on Tabitha’s lap as Butch drove over to the Wayne Manor. We stopped outside the large gate and Butch buzzed the door.

“May I ask who it is?” A voice came through the speaker.

“Magnolia Blossom!” I shouted from the back.

We were buzzed in and drove up to the lavish house. Despite being used to Oswald’s taste by now, Bruce’s Mansion was much more extravagante. It was sort of overwhelming to look at, although it was stunning.

“We’ll just wait in the car.” Butch offered.

“We aren’t exactly welcome here” Tabitha finished.

“Please.” I scoffed. “We all know you two are just gonna fuck in the backseat before I get back.” I accused.

Butch raised his hands in surrender and I laughed.

“Try not to have too much fun without me.” I pouted.

I made my way to the front door, adjusting my hair before knocking. Alfred opened the door almost instantly, and it caught me off guard. He looked past me at the car and squinted.

“Drivers.” I offered lamely.

“Wasn’t aware you had driver money Miss Blossom.” he teased.

He stepped to the side, allowing me indoors. I followed him toward the kitchen and sat down at the counter.

“Master Bruce will be down in a moment. Can I offer you some Miss Blossom?”

My eyes lit up!

“Please just call me Maggie. And what kind y’a got?”

He chuckled.

“Camomille, bergamot, lemon, mint or lavender.”

“I can’t choose, lavender or camomille?”

“Lavender” a voice spoke up.

I spun round to see Bruce in the doorway.

“Lavender it is then!”

“It’s good to see you’re ok.” Bruce said.

“Same, that had to have been traumatic.”

“Jerome’s been trying to kill me for a while now, you grow used to it.”

I frowned.

“We’ll Jerome can eat my left shoe.”

I actually saw Bruce smile, which was nice.

“So, to what do I owe this visit. Did you need something?”

“Oh god no, Bruce it’s not like that I promise. I just wanted to come see you. Harvey said you were worried. Figured it would help to see me in the flesh.”

“That considerate of you Miss Blossom.”

Bruce mimicked Alfred’s Grace from earlier.

“Miss Blossom makes me sound like a little old lady who makes sweaters for cats.” I complained.

“You’re telling me you don’t make sweaters for cats?” Bruce joked.

“Umm no, I just make macrame hangers for my plants.” I corrected.

“Oh cause that’s so much better…”

I rolled my eyes.

“So how are things with you and this Selena girl?”

I suggestively wiggled my eyebrows.

“Miss Kyle?” Alfred butted in.

“Yes, if I remember correctly she looked quite pretty at the gala, don’t you think Bruce?”

I caught the blush that rose in his cheeks. I remembered feeling like he did when I had my first crush. It was on a girl much like Selena I supposed. Maybe that why I liked the two of them so much. They had potential to be better, to do better. Something I didn’t have a choice in.

“I suppose she did look nice…”

Alfred set the tea down in front of us and went to walk off.

“Are you not going to join us?” I asked.

He looked confused.

“I’m the butler Miss- Maggie. I don’t-“

“Nonsense, Bruce, tell Alfred to join us for tea. He deserves it after all the work he put into it.”

He hesitantly stood across the counter and made himself a cup. I smiled at him.

“That was kind of you Maggie.”

I waved him off, as if to say “don’t worry”

“So, what do billionaires do for fun?” I asked.

I mean my brothers family was rich, I’d grown used to the lavish parties, always having to be in the public eye. But I was the forgotten Queen, which I was eternally grateful for. I never liked to spend Moms money if I didn’t have to. I preferred to work for what I had. Bruce thought for a movement before I saw a twinkle in his eyes.

“Would you like to see the library?”

Before I could answer, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the vast library. My jaw dropped. We never really hung out in the library back home, but too busy doing “normal teenage bullshit” to have time to read. Balancing a double life with my siblings was tiring, which is why I ran in the first place. I stood there, slowly spinning, admiring every inch of mahogany and leather. The air smelt of fresh cut wood and rich ink. It was comforting.

I giggled before collapsing onto the couch in the centre of the room. Bruce came to sit next to me.

“Are you alright?”

“More than alright Bruce. Just- wow! How many books do you think are in here?”

“5,872!” He responded with no hesitation.

I blinked. Completely baffled.

“What?”

“There are 5,872 books in the room, as of right now. Well, 5,871, The Art of War is in my room.”

I rolled my eyes.

“How cliche of you Brucie.”

“We’ll what’s your poisson then?” He mocked.

“I prefer, Dracula, or Crime and Punishment… ooo… Alice in Wonderland!” I exclaimed.

I threw my feet over the edge of the house, not hanging upside down.

“Through the Looking Glass to be specific. Much better than the original, though that’s pretty tough to beat.”

“And you make fun of my taste?”

“Me, making fun of a Rich kid, I would never.” I feigned innocence, “besides, you’re talking to someone who arranges flowers for a living, a flower girl if you will. At least I didn’t say twilight.”

“I’m quite sure Selena would burst through the window to smite you for that one.”

“Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you” I quoted effortlessly.

“Oh, so you did read them?”

“It appears so have you young Padawan!” I pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“And you like Star Wars?”

“Christ Bruce, I’m not ancient. I’m only like 7 years older than you. Besides, I have a younger sister-“

Shit, I can’t believe I let that slip.

“I thought you lived alone here.”

“I do, she’s not in Gotham.” I answered quickly…maybe too quickly.

But it seemed Bruce was in the mood to be nice this evening.

“Do you miss her, I mean being apart this long… I don’t know, I’ve never had a sibling.” He relented

“I do. And I bet she misses me to. But it’s better this way. They’re better of without me.”

If he took note of my second slip up, he chose not to mention it.

“Don’t say that Magnolia. Im positive im better off having had met you.”

I smiled at the boy.

“Why thank you. Oh shit!” I swore.

He seemed startled.

“I lost track of time. I have to god. Christ Oswald’s gonna kill me!” I ranted frantically.

“Oswald?” It was small but I still heard it.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to calm my nerves.

“Let me walk you out at least.” He said.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll show myself out, I know the way.”

He nodded and watched as I left the room. I didn’t want to run into Alfred, in fear of him stoping me for a conversation. So I did the only logical thing a person can do in this situation. I opened the window and climbed down the Ivy clinging to the bricks.

I ran to meet Butch and Tabitha at the car. I threw myself into the passenger seat, panting from being out of breath.

“Oswald’s gonna be back soon!” I announced.

“Shit!” Butch quickly stepped on the gas.

The drive home was silent. We luckily made it back before Oswald made it home. I quickly changed into on oversized tshirt and I threw the covers over my head. Butch and Tabitha were somewhere downstairs, “acting natural”.

When Oswald came up to my room, I pretended to be sleeping. I slowed my breath as I’d expertly learned to do, despite the panic growing in my chest. I don’t know what he’d do if he found out I’d left, that I’d ‘betrayed’ him, or so he would say. I didn’t do it to hurt him, I just felt suffocated here. But I’m not sure he’d understand that. As much as I loved him, he wasn’t very good on the sides of empathy. I heard him hobble over to the bed.

“Maggie?” He called softly.

I pretended to stir slightly but didn’t wake, in fear that my eyes would give away my lie. I felt the edge of the bed dip. He carefully stroked my hair.

“I was worried, leaving you in the hands of those idiots. But it seems I have nothing to worry about. So many people will want to hurt you Maggie, and I simply can’t let that happen… I won’t. Nobody is gonna take you from me.”

I shuddered at the implications of his words. One things for sure about Oswald, when he loved, he loved deeply. I could see it with the way he spoke about Edward, and the way he talked about his Mother. But being loved by Oswald was far deadlier than it seemed. But despite the red flags, everything around me seemed pink. I’d rather someone love me, and be obsessed, then hate me. It was better to keep him close this way. So I’d play the role of innocent younger sister for as long as I had to, for his sake and for mine.

“Rest comfortably Little Maggie, tomorrow we have a lot planned My Dear. Sleep well.”

He pulled up my cover and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I kept my eyes closed until my body was forced to fall asleep. My mind drifted off past my nightmares and into pleasant dreams for the first time in a long time. I drempt of White Rabbits, and red roses and Jaberwockys. I dreamt of Alice, and how lovely it would be to be someone else, if only for a little while.

An: short chapter I know. 😭 but I’m excited to have Maggie meet Jervis soon! With her tendance to create new Alternate personalities, this should be fun 😈 poor girl isn’t even full away she dissociates. Also I can’t wait to read how her adventures with Bruce and the Court of Owls turn out! Hope you like it Howl!

[honeytae]

My heart is yours.

hi bubs! so basically this is just about the reader experiencing some jealousy, and jungkook is pretty confused lol. i’m gonna be honest i don’t know how good i feel about this bc angst just isn’t my thing but i hope you all think it’s okay! this is totally not based on real events enjoy! tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: angst, fluff word count: 3.0k

This was not how you wanted the night to go. 

Tonight had started off well; Jungkook had picked you up to arrive at Jimin’s birthday party together, and you had spent the first few hours dancing with him and his friends. You were having a really good time. Emphasis on were.

The fun had ended almost as soon as Jungkook left the table to get another round of drinks, leaving you to converse with some of Jimin’s friends you hadn’t met yet as he made his way to the bar.

In between conversations, you’d taken a brief glance over to the full bar, recognizing your boyfriend as the last one in line as he ruffled a hand through his hair. Smiling fondly at the sight, you’d turned back to one of Jimin’s friends from school, engaging in a conversation about how he knew the birthday boy. 

But the next time you looked over, your whole body seemed to set aflame in a blinding rage. 

Jungkook was no longer at the back of the line, in fact you had to boost yourself up taller in order to see the back of his head. But what you saw next to him was what really set you off; some pretty girl latched onto his arm as if she belonged there.

The chattering voices and pulsing music all seemed to fade into the background as you watched the woman continually push herself at your boyfriend. Clenching your fists, you caved into your seething anger, standing from your seat and stomping out of the room before you could think twice about it. 

He wanted to let that shit happen? Fine. But you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around and watch.

The rational part of you knew that you were acting ridiculous, much like a child throwing a tantrum with the way you’d just stormed off. But the rational part of you was not in control right now. The rational part of you had disappeared as soon as you saw her put her hands on your boyfriend.

Your heels clicked along the floorboards as you made your way toward the door, harsh breaths escaping your flared nostrils at the vision replaying over and over again in your head. 

You were so distracted that you didn’t even hear the footsteps coming toward you, nearly jumping out of your skin when you suddenly collided with a body. 

“Whoa, where are you going?” Jimin asked after steadying your body with his hands on your shoulders, seemingly walking back from the bathroom before you nearly trampled him on your fast paced trip down the hallway. 

A frown appeared on his face as he studied your reddened cheeks and overall shifted energy from only a few minutes ago, ducking his head as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, your mouth gaping for a second as you considered what to say, knowing you could not possibly state the actual reason you had attempted to storm out of the party without being seen as crazy by your friend.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” He lowered his voice, your eyes widening at the sudden excuse before you shook your head no.

You felt horrible lying to Jimin as he looked at you with a sympathetic frown, the back of his hand going to your forehead with a concerned furrow of his brows. But it was the only option you had; that or looking like the jealous maniac you were at the moment.

“I-I was just going to get some air.” You explained weakly, Jimin nodding before looking back at the flashing lights of the dance floor. 

Was that what you were trying to do? Honestly, you didn’t know. The only thing going through your mind while walking out through the hallway was simply getting as far as you could from what was going on at the bar.

“You want me to come with you?” He offered, making you smile slightly before shaking your head again. 

“No, Jimin, I’m fine. This is your party and I want you to go have fun. If I don’t see you again, happy birthday.” You faked a smile, the man nodding before pulling you in for a hug. 

It was then that you heard the quiet thumping of footsteps down the hall, pulling away from your friend’s embrace to find none other than your boyfriend approaching behind Jimin.

“Feel better, alright?” Jimin gently squeezed at your shoulder, you nodding in response before he walked away, leaving you alone with Jungkook in the otherwise empty hallway.

“You’re not feeling well, baby?” His brows knit pulled together, having overheard the last bit of the conversation in his stroll to find you after returning to your empty spot in the booth, drinks finally in hand. 

“Not really. Just need some air.” You sighed, your boyfriend stepping forward with a press of his palm to your spine to lead you outside, no hesitation in his actions as he concentrated on getting you out of the building. 

Despite the goosebumps pricking your arms, the cold air that met your skin when Jungkook shoved the door open felt nice. You didn’t even realize how overheated you’d gotten in your rage, only realizing then how sickly you’d probably looked to Jimin.

Well, at least that excuse would work out for you.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” Jungkook mumbled, interrupting your thoughts as he slipped his jacket off of his shoulders to drape over your own, taking a seat beside you on the sidewalk. 

You thanked him quietly at the polite gesture, sighing out as you placed your elbows on your knees, resting your forehead in your hands. Honestly, at this point, you did have a headache. But it wasn’t from alcohol or the pulsing music in the building behind you. 

It was entirely induced by the way the blood had rushed to your head when you’d seen that girl push herself at your boyfriend, shamelessly giggling at him in a high pitched tone that had you clenching your fists, the crescent moon imprints from your fingernails still dug into your palm.

It really wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t done anything in return. But at the sight, you couldn’t hold back the fiery monster inside of you, the feeling that you just wanted to slap whoever tried to steal this man from you.

You hated yourself for feeling this way, knowing that Jungkook deserved someone who didn’t make a fuss out of these silly little things. The anger had now almost completely faded, manifesting itself in frustration with yourself and your own insecurities.

Now you were just projecting, taking feelings that were in no way his fault out on him.

“What are you doing?” He spoke up, interrupting your thought process as you continued blinking down at the pavement beside your feet.

Jungkook had been sitting next to you this entire time, observing you with wide eyes as you seemed to completely dissociate; something not all too uncommon for you to do when you were upset about something. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly alert when he noticed your lower lip tremble a bit, big doe eyes staring back at you as he tried to figure out what was going on with you. 

“Nothing, Kook. I just want to go home, I think. I’ll get a cab so you can stay-” 

“Baby, if you want to leave, I’m coming with you. C’mon, let’s go home.” Jungkook said as he pushed himself up from the ground, reaching his palm out to you, a bit of relief washing through his body when you let him hold your hand and tug you up from the ground. 

Fuck, you wished he wasn’t so sweet. It made it even harder to be upset with him.

You didn’t let go of his hand once you were standing, Jungkook not taking the initiative of letting go either. The touch provided a bit of comfort to the both of you, his touch grounding your anger and your touch reassuring him that it was maybe not him that you were upset with. Maybe.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” He stopped you again, studying your expression with a slight pout. With a silent nod, you let him lead you down the sidewalk, footsteps in tune with his own as you made your way down the street.

Jungkook kept sneaking glances over at you, lost as he tried his best to navigate the clues your body language was giving him.

Your head was cast downward, eyes never meeting his even as he looked over at you. Your hand held his tightly, most likely subconsciously as you seemed completely in your own head at the moment. 

With a deep breath, he paused to interrupt your trudge along the sidewalk, his sudden stop causing you to pause as well, barely even registering the action as self deprivating thoughts continued to swirl around your head.

“Hey,” he softly called for your attention, your eyes meeting his at the sound, “what’s going on?” 

His question had you diverting your eyes again, instead focusing on a passing car as you bit the side of your cheek in angst. He was going to get it out of you sooner or later; he was persistent, always had been.

“I’m fine.” You responded, not knowing what else to say as the wind blew your hair back from your face. 

You watched as Jungkook’s face morphed from confusion to absolute sadness, his fingers gently soothing over your cheek to confirm what he’d thought he’d seen in the glow from the headlights of the car passing by seconds ago.

“Baby, you’re crying.” 

With a confused hum, you lifted your hand to your face, swiping your wet cheeks and cursing under your breath. You truly hadn’t felt it happen, but you supposed it was no wonder with the growing lump in your throat.

“I think it’s the wind.” You mumbled lamely, Jungkook scoffing before pulling you into a hug, guiding your head to the crook of his neck as you easily complied.

“If you think I’m buying that for a single second,” he sighed, “can you please tell me what’s wrong?” He asked sadly, awaiting an answer as you sniffled into his neck. 

“I don’t wanna say it. I already feel like an asshole.” You responded, feeling more tears prick your eyeballs at the mere thought of bringing up your doubts to him. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to take your own stupid insecurities and blame himself.

“What?” Jungkook asked, confusion lacing his tone as he slightly pulled away from you to glance at your face. 

“That girl fucking pissed me off. And then I stormed out like a child. I ignored you because I didn’t know how to approach the conversation like an adult. I hurt you, so now I’m crying.” You explained, sniffling as Jungkook swiped at your tears with his thumbs, confusion etched into his features at your scattered thoughts. 

“What girl pissed you off?” He cocked his head, making you widen your eyes in disbelief.

“At the party.” You stated obviously.

When his face still didn’t change, you sighed, biting your lip out of nerves before your boyfriend undid the action with his finger.  His eyebrows were still bunched in confusion, fumbling to figure out the cause of your emotions.

“At the bar, Kook. She was all over you.” You specified, the wheels slowly turning in Jungkook’s head as his mouth gaped open.

“Are you kidding?” He asked in disbelief, making you huff before crossing your arms over your chest, turning away from him with a plastered on smile.

“Yep, I guess I’m just a dumbass.” You shrugged, beginning to walk away before Jungkook caught you with an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him.

“No, no, no, stop. That’s not what I meant. I just, I can’t really believe you’re so upset about something like that.” He explained, you remaining silent as you adjusted your gaze down to the top button on his shirt.  

By now, the jealousy had almost fully faded, leaving you feeling ashamed and embarrassed of your previous actions influenced by your momentary rage.

“I can acknowledge that she wasn’t exactly being appropriate,” He spoke slowly, “but I wasn’t engaging with it, was I?” 

You shrugged at that, blinking at a nearby telephone pole as you nervously fiddled with your fingers tucked into Jungkook’s coat pocket.

“What does that mean?” He asked at the action, causing you to sigh as you looked back at him.

“It means I don’t know. You weren’t exactly pushing her off of you.” You explained, causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows at you in a deadpanned stare.

“No, I didn’t push her off of me. That’s a step too far, don’t you think?” He asked, inhaling deeply in an attempt to ground his building frustrations, grabbing your hand in his and soothing his thumb over the skin of your knuckles.

“You have to trust me, love. I would never do anything to hurt you.” He spoke softly, you nodding in reply as his eyes implored yours to believe him.

“I know that. I do trust you, Kook. I’m sorry.” You sniffled, Jungkook pulling you into his chest again and stroking his fingers through your hair at the back of your head. 

“I’m not upset with you, baby. Just a little confused, is all.” He pulled back slightly to look at your face, tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ears as his eyes studied your own puffy ones.

“Why did you get so upset?” He asked, making you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at the obvious answer to his question. 

“Because that girl was all over you an-”

“That’s not what I mean. Why did that girl bother you so much if you know I only want you?” He interrupted you, watching as you sighed knowingly, gulping the fresh lump in your throat down in an attempt to bury your emotions. 

“It’s not you. I trust you.” You assured him, the man nodding at you as he patiently waited for your elaboration. 

“It’s not you that’s the problem. It’s me.” You said shakily, face crumpling into tears once again making Jungkook step toward you to hug you once again. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay.” He soothed you, running his hand up and down your spine comfortingly before you pulled back slightly to look at him. 

“Me crying isn’t a reason to avoid this conversation, Jungkook. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears with the pads of your fingers, swiping them away in frustration that you couldn’t express your thoughts and feelings without bawling like a baby.

“I know it’s not, it is a conversation we need to have, I know that. But you’re upset, I’m upset, we’re tired, and it’s fucking cold out here.” He finished with a slight laugh, making you chuckle as well.

“Let’s just go home, change into some comfortable clothes, and then we’ll talk. Calmly. Okay?” He asked, you frowning as you looked back at the building you’d tried to leave in a huff.

“You don’t want to stay? I’m fine with staying.” You assured him, the man chuckling slightly as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I just want to go home with my favorite girl.” He mumbled against the skin, pulling back to raise his eyebrows at your skeptical expression.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded, smiling gently at you when you nodded in agreement, taking his hand in yours once again as you let him lead you to the car. 

“Hop on in, m’lady.” He gestured with a nod, holding the passenger side door open as you slipped past him to sit in the car. 

You expected him to close the door and round the vehicle to get into the drivers side, but you were surprised when he instead leaned over your body, placing his hand on your jaw to press his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

Taken aback at the way his lips hungrily captured yours, your hand instinctively came up to support the back of his head as you allowed his tongue to push its way past your lips. 

The pads of your fingers soothed over the hair on his nape as his soft lips melded with yours, tiny puffs of air escaping from his nostrils and hitting your skin as he continued his dizzying ministrations.

Pulling back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, looking down at you with fluttered eyelids as he stroked his thumb across your cheek.

“My heart is yours. I‘m in love with you. And that will never change.” He reminded you, your eyes glued to his pretty features in awe as you soaked in his words. 

“I know that, Kookie. I do.” You responded quietly, the man nodding in satisfaction before leaning in to peck your lips one last time, pulling back and withdrawing himself from the car.

When he shut the door, you were surrounded in silence once again, but this time your mind wasn’t making it so loud.

It was eased even just the slightest bit at the man’s reassurances, comforted by the way his hand held your own, resting upon your thigh as he started the car.

Your insecurities would not vanish overnight, that was for sure. But with the tender patience Jungkook never failed to provide you with, you had no doubt that it was an issue that could be worked through.

Leaning over to press your lips to Jungkook’s cheek, a smile quirked his lips at the action, turning to you with a shy grin as your eyes traced his features in the dark.

“What was that for?” He asked, smile widening when you shrugged your shoulders.

“I just love you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my crazy bullshit.” You said, Jungkook scoffing in response, lifting your joint hands to kiss at your knuckles.

“I love you. Along with all your crazy bullshit.”

[marvelingstardust]

Stolen Jacket - Peter Maximoff (Wandavision) x reader

Request - Hi!! I reallyyy love your writing, you write Peter so well!!!💕 I was just wondering if I could request something where reader steals Peter's leather jacket and then he teases reader about it and gets them flustered😏 please and thank you, babe💕

A/N - ahhhh 🥺💞 thank you so much! I really loved this request so so so much!! I hope you enjoy the fic!

TW: one swear word 🌝

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Picking up the third bag of gummy worms you had found on the floor, you sighed as you threw it into the big garbage bag that already almost filled to the brim with junk wrappers and pizza boxes that had been tossed around the room.

How much food could we had possibly gone through last night?

You had currently been cleaning up Peter’s room for him, as the night before he had invited you over to binge watch some movies together and the both of you created quite a mess.

The stomping from upstairs that shook the ceiling made you chuckled, knowing Peter upstairs with the twins, probably planning some sort of scheme with them.

Closing up the garbage bag and putting it to the side, you picked up the last blanket from the floor, surprised to find what was underneath it.

Peter’s leather jacket.

A light blush spread across your face as you pictured him in it, looking handsome as always, with his hair just the right amount of messy. God, you were so in love with that man.

You bent down and picked up the jacket, pulling it toward your face, taking in his scent. Just the smell of him made you feel safe and calm, like everything was going to be okay.

I’m sure he wouldn’t notice if I borrowed it for a day or two...

Quickly, you took the jacket and placed it into your bag and zipped it up. Then, folded the last blanket and placed it on his bed, then proceeded to take your bag and head upstairs to see what the three boys had been up to all this time.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you saw Peter zipping around chasing the twins as they laughed, running away from him. The scene brought a smile to your face, making your heart flutter seeing how good he was with the twins. Maybe one day in the future he would be doing the same but it would be your kids...

Shaking the thought out of your head, you yelled out to him, “Pete! I’m heading back to my house now!” Hoping to gain his attention.

In a flash he was standing directly in front of you, a small pout on his face.

“Awww but babe, can’t you stay just a while longeeer”

You shook your head, softly giggling at how cute he looked.

“Noooooo because I have work to get doneeee” You said mocking his whiny tone and placed a quick kiss on his nose.

Peter sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Can I atleast come over to see you tonight?” He asked as he placed a few soft kisses along your neck.

“Well I would never deny having your lovely presence in my home.” You said teasingly and he chuckled.

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Once you made it back to your house, you went straight into your living room and unzipped the bag that contained Peter’s jacket. You put the jacket on, it having the most perfect oversized fit, with the smell of him filling the air around you.

Walking over towards the couch, you grabbed your laptop and sat down comfortably. You opened up the laptop, and started working on the paper that your job needed you to finish. You were halfway through getting the paper done, when your eyelids started to become heavy, and you subconsciously snuggled yourself closer into Peter’s jacket. Eventually sleep overcame you, the warmth of the jacket keeping you nice and toasty.

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Peter arrived on your doorstep at about 7 pm, filled with excitement to see you again. Even though he had only seen you just hours earlier, he could never get enough of you, wanting to be by your side every minute he got the chance to. He rang the door bell, waiting for you to swing the door open and greet him like you always would, but after a minute of waiting, he was still facing a closed door.

He rang the doorbell for a second time, becoming more impatient as the seconds ticked by. Had you forgotten about him? No, that didn’t seem like something you would do. Maybe the doorbell was broken? How do doorbells even brake? He shook his head and sighed, thinking of what to do next.

In seconds, he ran back to Wanda’s house and into his room, grabbing a spare key to your house that he had snatched from you when you hadn’t been looking a while back. He ran back to your doorstep, and opened the door with the stolen key, and let himself inside.

“Ahem Miss L/N~” He called out in a sing-songy voice. “Have you gone deaf or do you need-“ He stopped his sentence when he reached the living room where he found you curled up in his leather jacket, sleeping peacefully.

His heart fluttered, his face warming at the sight before him. It was a wonderful feeling, seeing that you needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, wondering how he had become so lucky to have you in his life. He started to doubt that he would ever be good enough for you...you were smart, beautiful, caring-

His thoughts came to a hault when you slowly had started to stirred awake, letting out a small yawn, before glancing across the room to see Peter standing there. You let out a yelp, as he scared the shit out of you.

“Wha- When did you get here? How did you even get in?” Your groaned out tiredly. You were so caught up in trying to figure out what was going on that you had completely forgotten that you were currently wearing his jacket you taken from him.

“I took a spare key I found lying around your house. You know, you should really keep better track of your stuff.” Peter said raising his pointer finger, the spare key dangling around it.

“Mph, Peter you can’t just take peoples things without asking.” You said getting up as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, your brain slowly starting to register what was going on.

“Uh, I don’t think you should be the one talking” Peter snickered, and you furrowed your brow, confused by what he meant. Finally, you came to the realization that you had been wearing his jacket. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, already knowing that he would never let you live this down.

“Peter I can explain-“

“So you just can’t get enough of me huh?”

“Well I was gonna bring it back eventually-“

“Tsk tsk, Y/N you shouldn’t take things without asking, I’m so disappointed in you” He said teasingly, waving his finger in a disapproving manner. You rolled your eyes and huffed, your face reddening from all the teasing.

He smiled, thinking you looked adorable in such a flustered state. He moved towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I will admit if I knew you would look so exquisite in my jacket I would have let you steal it a looooong time ago.” Peter muttered to you, looking into your eyes lovingly. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, and you smiled.

“I love you Peter.”

Peter’s eyes lit up with delight at the sentence, his grin widening. All his worries and doubts disappeared, and his heart filled with joy.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

[skeetusmcyeetus]

I’ve making headcanons about all of my hyper fixations for a while now and just dumping them on my friends so I’m gonna also dump them here.

If you’re into All For the Game , My Hero Academia, ATLA, The Raven Cycle stay fuckn tuned my doods bc I have a loooot of stuff rattling around my empty skull.

Not all of these are 100% mine some of them are already pretty popular and I’m expanding on them or I heard something similar and edited it to my own tastes

I’ll separate them by series,,,

Theres like one canon that’s mildly nsfw

TW: drug abuse

Mha/Bnha

pro hero kirishima’s Red Riot™️ merch is insanely size inclusive bc he wants fatgum to be able to wear the hoodie that kiri’s pr team sent him but that’s not all,,

If he wasn’t super gay and in love with Bakugou he’d be very Into BBWs so again his merch is super size inclusive bc he wants everyone to be able to wear it

The company that makes the merch also takes requests for special made merch for people who’s quirks interfere with a “normal” size or dimension

ALSO ,,,,this man(kiri) is built like a fuckn MACK TRUCK OKAY he is 6’7” and cannot fit through doorways without ducking and turning a little to the side ,,, he is broad And still wears no shirt™️ ,,, this being said ,, bakugou is still around 5’8” and pretty slim don’t get me wrong he’s extremely strong and toned but he’s not huge,, it makes flying easier if he stays a little lighter ,,,,,,, the point is,, sometimes kiri will pick up bakugou with one arm and bakugou can’t even pretend to hate it anymore

Also,,,, fatgum has to use special pens and keyboards because of how big his hands are,,, he’s literally 8’2” I won’t take criticism on this

Fatgum actually loves wearing red riot and sun eater merch

Allmight and Inko start dating and one day when they’re out someone comments on how much all might “looks like a skeleton” and she absolutley lets loose on them for being so vapid and shallow and how “he’s risked his life to save people like you more times than you have ever even thought about being helpful in your life and it would serve you well to treat someone who’d die for you without even knowing you with more respect”

All might had to gently pull her away bc the guy was crying and she wasn’t anywhere near finished with him

Midnight is Asexual and aggressively pretends to be horny on main™️ because for one, it works with her quirk and two, nothing sells better than sex especially when you’re a woman.

Bakugou and kirishima use sign language to talk shit at Public events

Dabi is addicted to painkillers because he’s been on them his entire life,, he wakes up with the shakes and sometimes toga has to help him take his meds in the morning because he’s already in withdrawal

Tensei was the first one to realize that iida was autistic and immediately did copious amounts of research on ASD and how to be a good brother to him

ATLA

sokka grows his hair as long as Zuko’s (except the sides obvi) and sometimes he’ll wear his hair in the fire nation top knot and zuko loses it every time

Azula gets help and now sometimes when she wakes up with the sun after a night of fitful sleep she goes to the courtyard to have tea with iroh. They never talk, but then again they never need to.

Sometimes after a hard day sokka falls asleep in the bathtub and wakes up to zuko warming the water back up and washing his hair for him

Suki lounges in zukos throne while zuko gets worked up about stuff and paces all around the room

Mai is on the ace spectrum

When sokka and zuko visit the southern water tribe zuko will firebend for the all of the kids in the village,,, they love him so much and sometimes sokka gets a little teary eyed watching him

Sokka braids zukos hair water tribe style and it’s the hottest thing maybe ever

Zuko takes sokka on shopping sprees pretty frequently and sokka fuckn loves it

One time someone has the nerve to call sokka “the fire lords sugar baby” and sokka just flips his ponytail over his shoulder Ariana style and says “and what about it?”

The Raven cycle

Ronan has 100% killed Robert Parrish in his dreams and when he wakes up to see Adam next to him he almost immediately wants to go back to sleep and do it again for all the pain he’s caused Adam

Gansey is oblivious to the fact that he is indeed shredded,, when he gets really worked up he moves his arms a l o t like rolls up his sleeves, crosses and uncrosses his arms and The gang’s favorite is when he puts his hands on his head and subconsciously flexes,,,, literally entire gangsey will group swoon at him and he genuinely thinks they are marvelling at his passion for whatever he’s worked up about

Ronan watched broke back mountain once when he was like 16 and now all he can think about is being a gay cowboy ,,,

Adam will read people’s tarot wrong if theyre douchebags

Don’t you think it’s funny that the ganseys don’t have any straight children?

Blue has a T-shirt from each member of the gangsey (except Noah,, rip Noah) and shes created a terrible Franken-T-shirt by ripping them up and sewing them all back together in an extremely ugly patch work thing

Adam talks in Latin in his sleep and it really freaks his roommate out,, like a lot,, not to mention the fact that Adam already creeps him out to begin with bc he’s got that other vibe that comes from being tied to cabeswater and lindenmere ,, 6 out of 7 days his roommate is convinced that he’s a witch or a fairy or something

Ronan teaches opal how to bake and opal burns everything on purpose

aftg

Neil has definitely killed multiple people to survive

Neil’s mom definitely made him kill someone at least twice to make sure he could kill to survive on his own if they got separated

he probably definitely still has nightmares about each one

Matt and Dan both had a crush on Neil for like 30 seconds and absolutely talked to each other about him

Ppl always talk about how hot it is to crush a watermelon with your thighs,,,, Andrew could do it with his arms

Aarons ass is so flat and Andrew has an absolute dumptruck

Kevin started out as one of those annoying “obsessed with WWII” history guys and now he’s actually very into queer history and will rant about the lavender scare for an hour if you let him

The foxes lounge room(?) has a dart board with riko’s face on it to this day,, they literally have a drawer full of copies the same image of riko and every time one gets worn out they put a new one up. It’s more of an inside joke now but wymack still hates that little puke even though he’s dead so it stays up

Post-canon Neil gets drunk and teaches the team how to steal a car by hot wiring Matt’s truck

Matt does drag for halloween one year and Dan liked it a little too much *cough cough* she pegged him while he was still in drag

Someone once asked Renee if she was “saving herself for marriage like a good Christian girl should” and Allison knocked them out cold and stepped over the body

Neil calls Aaron ugly to his face literally any chance he gets (I feel like this one might be canon but I actually don’t know What’s real anymore)

Andrew Unironically wears a pink apron that says “kiss the cook” that Nicky got him for Christmas when he bakes

Okay I think that’s it ? For now?? Let me know if y’all want more,,,,, I’ll separate them next time I just really had to dump these and I didn’t want to make multiple posts.

I made this at 5:30 in the morning sorry if it’s riddled with typos and errors.

[breeeliss]

i heard some people don’t know about the Taang/Kummi theory

So this was originally supposed to be a response to an ask I had gotten about this ATLA theory, but because Read More links on Tumblr asks seem to break once you edit them, I’m reposting so that people can actually see the post lol 

For anyone who wasn’t a part of the Toph x Aang LiveJournal fandom in the early 2000s, buckle up, because this bugged me out as a 13 year old. 

Remember the end of “The Swamp” (Book 2, Episode 4)? We find out the swamp isn’t haunted, Huu was just protecting it the whole time, and then he explains to Katara, Sokka, and Aang why the swamp is so mystical and sacred.

The swamp is just one big banyan grove tree that’s grown out over miles and miles. All the branches and trees they see are connected because they’re one big breathing organism. And that extends to life as well. We’re all living beings. We all share the same roots. We all are from the same tree, even if we don’t act like it. Everything is connected! Cool stuff.

But when Katara asks what her seeing her mother and what Sokka seeing Yue meant, Huu explains that “in the swamp, we see visions of people we lost, people we’ve loved, folks we think are gone, but the swamp tells us they’re not. We’re still connected to them. Time is an illusion, and so is death.” So Katara never really lost her mother and Sokka never really lost Yue because the connections we make in life transcend death and time. They’re not gone. They’re still a part of us. The swamp reminds us of this.

Now, to keep in theme with this, we probably would’ve expected Aang to also see visions of people he’s lost and loved before (Gyatso, the other Airbenders, his culture, etc.)

But for some reason, Aang sees...Toph. Someone he doesn’t know.

Huu doesn’t really give Aang an explanation for this, he sort of just lets Aang figure it out for himself. And what we’re left is “okay well if time is an illusion and this isn’t someone I’ve made a connection with yet, it’s someone I will make a connection with.” We’re made to accept that as viewers, but why was Aang’s vision so different? Was it really just to lead him in the direction of his Earthbending Master so that he can continue on with his destiny?

Or was it because, unbeknownst to Aang, Toph actually was someone that he had loved and lost before? Just not in this life. In another life. A past life. When he wasn’t Aang, but rather Avatar Kuruk, the Southern Water Tribe Avatar that came before Avatar Kyoshi.

✨Basically the theory is that Toph is one of the reincarnations of Ummi, the southern water tribe woman that fell in love with Avatar Kuruk and had her face tragically stolen by Koh, the Face Stealer.✨

Stay with me, because it gets way deeper.

Who are Kuruk and Ummi you ask?

We formally meet Kuruk during “Sozin’s Comet Part 2: The Old Masters” (Book 3, Episode 19) when Aang is appealing to his past lives for wisdom with regard to what to do with Ozai. Kuruk was a “go with the flow” (lmao) Avatar and sort of just let things play out and it seemed to work for him. He met a girl named Ummi, they fell in love, they were gonna get married, cool.  

According to the comic books, Koh I guess was kinda off-put by Kuruk’s arrogance? So as punishment this spirit straight up abducts Ummi on their wedding night and steals her face (ultimately killing her). He blames himself, saying if he’d been more attentive and active he could’ve saved her. He tried to kill Koh out of revenge over it, but could never do so. Koh alludes to this when Aang visits him in “The Siege of the North Part 2″ (Book 1, Episode 20) and shows Aang Ummi’s face. All in all, super tragic.

The Avatar never really “dies.” He’s constantly being reborn. The reason Aang is able to consult his past lives for wisdom is because all of his past lives are him. If the point of the swamp is to get you to understand that death is an illusion, then the swamp understands that the separation between Aang and Kuruk is also an illusion. They’re different people but also the same person all at once. They’re still connected.

So, assuming that Aang was no different from Katara and Sokka and was also seeing people that he’s loved and lost in the past while in the swamp, maybe Toph really is someone he’s met and known before. He just lost and loved her in a past life that neither of them remembers back when they were both completely different people.

But wait, what’s the proof that Ummi is one of Toph’s past lives?

This theory hinges on the assumption that the Avatar isn’t the only one who is capable of being reincarnated. So if you keep with that assumption, there are a few moments highlighted by the theory that connect Toph and Ummi.

The most obvious of which is that Toph is blind. Seeing as how Ummi lost her face when she was a human (and Koh still has it), it would make sense that her future reincarnations would potentially have some kind of loss of their senses attributed to, you know, getting your face ripped off. BUT, another detail that is, in my opinion, a little more interesting is one of Aang’s anxiety nightmares from “Nightmares and Daydreams” (Book 3, Episode 9). Specifically the part of the nightmare where Toph is featured looking like this:

(so creepy ;A;) But why does Toph manifest in Aang’s dream this way, devoid of life and devoid of a face of all things?

This dream that Aang is having is over his anxieties/fears over losing his friends. Sokka, Toph, and Katara all succumb to some sort of horrific end in this dream and Aang is unable to save them. It seems like his anxieties over losing Toph manifested through showing us Toph as a lifeless husk with...no face. Maybe when Aang was having this nightmare, some of the fears and anxieties felt by his previous lives were bleeding in. It would make sense that Kuruk’s greatest anxiety/fear would be losing his loved ones as well, after he failed to protect Ummi from having her face stolen.

And if we assume that Toph actually is Ummi (i.e. a reincarnation that Aang subconsciously remembers), it would make sense that Aang would see Toph standing there in the darkness. Her face stolen. Helpless to save her.

And then in “The Avatar and the Firelord” (Book 3, Episode 6), after learning about Zuko’s lineage and Avatar Roku’s relationship with Sozin, it’s Toph who remarks, “do you really think friendships can last more than one lifetime?”

It’s interesting that Toph would be the one to ask this. And it’s interesting that Aang is the one that reaches out to hold her hand first and tell him that he doesn’t see why that can’t be possible. Because these connections that transcend lifetimes aren’t limited to just the Avatar. They’re apparent in everyone’s lives, no matter who you are. And the fact that Toph and Aang were able to share that brief moment and give each other that reassurance makes sense if you consider that, several lifetimes ago for them both, they were a lot closer than just mere friends.

And are there other connections between Taang and Kummi?

The theory supports some interesting parallels between Kuruk and Ummi’s relationship and Toph and Aang’s relationship. Kuruk and Aang are very similar in that they both avoided their Avatar duties. Kuruk because of his lackadaisical nature and Aang because he was afraid.

Ummi ultimately ended up being Kuruk’s punishment for not being able break from this passivity and actively pursue his responsibilities as the Avatar. But, by contrast, Toph ended up being Aang’s greatest asset with regard to helping him break from his passivity and learn to face things head on no matter how impossible they may seem.

The Earthbending portion of “Bitter Work” (Book 2, Episode 9) is exclusively about this. Aang is passive by nature, hence why Earthbending is such a hard element for him to master. As Toph so eloquently put: “You had a perform stance, and a perfect form, but when it came right down to it you didn’t have the guts.” The whole episode she’s goading him into being strong and firm. She mercilessly lays into him for not being direct. For being a pushover. For not facing his problems. For not standing up for himself. For being passive. The very thing that was Kuruk’s downfall.

But the pushing works because Toph unlocks something very powerful in him. Toph taught him how to be active. To face his struggles head on. To not flinch before responsibility or danger. That moment where Aang stands up to the moose lion and promises Sokka that he won’t leave him alone (that he will be there to protect him, and he’ll stand staunch in the face of danger) is a really important emotional milestone. It’s a role that’s very different from the one that Katara plays in Aang’s life, but it’s no less important.

Katara has always been someone who cared deeply for Aang’s emotional needs, who understood the reasons why he was afraid, why he wanted to run away, why he wanted to avoid responsibility. But Toph was very much someone who took a much rougher approach to Aang. Because Aang needed it. Because Aang’s inactivity also threatened to be his downfall in this life because it got in the way of him mastering the Earth element. Toph and Aang became a victory instead of a tragedy. Toph wasn’t used as a way to hurt Aang, like Ummi was used to hurt Kuruk. Toph was one of Aang’s greatest sources of strength.

And it was their connection to each other -- their connection that transcended lifetimes -- that brought them back together as friends.

And maybe more if you feel like adding a ship to your repertoire.

[quirrrky]

CHOOSE YOUR YANDERE ●_● HAIKYUU BOYS EDITION  (Part 1) ✧

PART 2 ✧ PART 3

Here’s your new round of yandere selection featuring some of our hq boys! Reminder: I love ‘em boys and this is just for fun!

Rating: T+ Warning: Mild psychological triggers (mentions of kinks and stuff) Selected characters only ~(⊕⌢⊕)~

HINATA SHOYO aka THE ANNOYING TANGERINE (but still loveable tho)

This fella’ follows you all the time!

Asks you tons of questions and invites you to a lot things

Pretty persistent about getting your heart and making him a part of your life

Very chatty and energetic…Will never leave your side

If it’s possible, he’ll tie himself around you (please don’t inform him of this idea, he might actually do this)

Calls you when you finally gets home, he’ll climb your window if you won’t answer

Attempts of avoiding him is close to impossible

He’s like…everywhere

Literally threatens and challenges all the other guys who come near you (they better not!)

He’d do anything and everything in his power to win

He’s pretty delusional too thinking that you might actually like him back if he keeps on “trying his best” to win you

Tbh, he thinks you’re actually liking him back O_O

When you’re being hard to “talk to”, he has that look on his face like he’s so in it for the kill

Despite it all, he can never bring himself to hurt you

“Oh, Y/N. Why haven’t you answered my calls? I’ve been calling you for like…78 times already! I got so worried that I sneak into your bedroom. Hehehe~ I’ll talk to you ’til you fall asleep. Then…I’ll watch you.” Eyes wide staring into you.

Danger level: 40% Pet peeve: You avoiding or ignoring him

KAGEYAMA TOBIO aka THE CRUEL KING

He’s not called ‘The King’ for nothing, y’know

When he’s set his eyes on you, no one’s stopping this guy

At first, he was in awe of you and puts you in a pedestal like some kind of an idol or sum’n

You liked that about him add that he knows you like it’s natural

You thought it was a soulmate connection but think again!

Little did you know that he followed you and studied your every movement

Also knew your daily schedule and routine and imitated your way of life

Once he finally got you, the King shows up

He saw many errors in your way thus he wanted to bring out the “best” in you

Doesn’t hurt you tho, but he lacks consideration 

Or he may actually hurt you at times when he got totally irritated

Loves pushing you to the limit…more than your body can bear (and it’s not volleyball we’re talking about here)

Will rile you up until you lose consciousness (doesn’t matter if you’re hurting or what)

You’re wondering where that stamina was coming from and…

Don’t think it sexy cuz you’re basically a slave here who just does what he orders you to do (unless you really like it, yknow)

Worst part of it all, you’re starting to like it and before you even know it, he got you all wrapped around his finger

“I’m doing you so good so keep up with my pace! Too slow! You’re too slow! Are you even moving?” He lashed out on you then followed up through his gritted teeth. “What are you saying you can’t feel your legs anymore? We’re not even getting there yet.”

Danger level: 50% Pet peeve: Your sheer incompetence

TSUKISHIMA KEI aka THE SCHEMING BLOCKER

This guy’s smart, so he’s probably planning an effective course of action to monopolize you without you even noticing it

No, he won’t eliminate anyone (not that we are aware of??? srsly, this guy could stage his innocence for a murder)

But he’s so good at setting you up that you can only see him

You will not know what makes you follow him around and he’s even acting so nonchalantly about it

You don’t know why but he has you begging for his attention

It’s all part of his intricate plan as he carefully analyzed  your behavior

And telling your mind creeping into your subconscious what you should believe in

When he has you all under his control, he’ll waste no time to tease and deny you

This guy’s degrading kink gaming is strong

Will call you names, literally belittles you for his amusement (just bc he’s tall lololol)

Yet you kept liking it more and more

Until he’s seriously the only one on your mind and on your sight clearly blocking any aspect of this universe in your perspective BUT HIM

Loves playing you around

Secretly turned on when you talk back (it makes him want tease you even more)

“Oh, I never thought you like me that much, huh, midget.“ He evilly chuckled (it’s sexy don’t @ me) and grinned at you looking down. “What if I say I’m not convinced enough? What would you do? Ahh, don’t talk back to me with that stupid little mouth of yours. You might not like what’s gonna happen next…”

Danger level: 70% Pet peeve: Your stupid ass (but he kinda’ likes that too)

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI aka YOUR HUMBLE SERVER

Like Hinata, this guy will follow you around but…

He possesses a beyond normal amount of servitude (which will only show when you get to be with him for longer)

Worships you and offers to be your servant

For him, there’s nothing more beautiful and wonderful but you

It’s not difficult to like him back, he’s really adorable and gentle and normal (?)

Until, he’s gradually getting overboard with lowering himself before you

Very obsessed with you like everything he does is for you in an extremely overrated manner

Like if you’re a girl, he’s even more aware of your period more than you are

Even this sweet being can have a possessive side tho he seemed like can’t hurt anybody

You wouldn’t know it but people who try to cross you are shivering in their legs under his rather stealth intimidation

Will lie for you, steal for you and kill for you

Loves you that much he showers you with affection in a way you can never let go of him even if his moments of self-deprecation is disturbing

Adores you even more when you talk down on him

Even if you want out, you can’t cuz you’re scaredt of what he’ll do to himself if you leave (TT-TT he’s such a bean)

“It’s raining, you can use my umbrella if you don’t have one. I’m perfectly fine under the rain, it’s just a little drizzle. Oh there’s a puddle! Here, you can step on my-“ NO PLEASE DON’T! TT-TT

Danger level: 30% Pet peeve: Things and people that makes you uncomfortable

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[spacedikut]

“would you please put your tongue away” ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: spencer can’t handle how good you look in your dress. he also can’t handle another guy asking you to dance. 2760 words

a/n: taken from this prompt list :)

“…It’s highly inappropriate.”

Someone waves a hand in front of Spencer’s face and he’s brought back to reality – surrounded by people from every FBI department in a far too bright room with champagne that is certainly not worth the amount it costs and in a suit that is a little too tight.

“What?” He asks.

“I said,” Derek grins, “Would you please put your tongue away.”

Spencer raises an eyebrow at that, “My tongue is firmly in my mouth, Morgan.”

Derek gives a scoff. He wishes Emily was with them to attest, but she’s across the room, beside you, stuck in a conversation with some “important” person that Hotch made a point to tell the team to suck up to.

“If Y/N can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you drooling she’s sure to know you’re obsessed with her.”

In panic, Spencer wipes his mouth just in case he is in fact drooling. That gets a hearty laugh from Derek, and Spencer huffs indignantly, “I am not obsessed-“

“When you saw her all dressed up earlier you had to leave the room, Reid. That isn’t a platonic reaction.”

“Well,” He stutters, glancing over to you and scanning your bare back, “She looks- she-“

“She took your breath away, man. It’s okay.” Derek gives him a pat on the back and smirks at him, coughing to cover a chuckle when Spencer glares at him.

“And who is this majestic being that took Doctor Reid’s breath away?” It’s you, Prentiss and JJ trailing behind, delicately holding a champagne flute in your left hand and a business card in your right.

Spencer flounders, taken off-guard by your approach and the close-up view of you in your dress. He doesn’t know much about fashion, let alone dresses, but God do you look like something straight out of a movie. To him, you’re the embodiment of all the love poems and romantic monologues that his mother used to read him. He always wondered what the beauty all those writers saw looked like, and if he’d ever see something so celestial, and then you walked into his life.

He’ll never recover. Especially when you keep reminding him how perfect you are.

“Someone’s been networking,” Derek nods to the business card, noticing Spencer’s struggle and swooping in to save him. Derek loves to tease Spencer, it’s his favourite thing to do, but there’s always a time and a place, you know?

You fiddle with the card, “A little pretentious, but he mentioned having some paperwork trouble and I offered to help. I thought if I got in his good graces he’d help us keep the jet.”

Just then, the band at the back of the charity event plays a slow tune, everyone coupling up to head to the dancefloor. Before you or Spencer can react, Derek is dragging Emily away and JJ goes to find Will, but not before all three of them send some kind of subtle gesture to Spencer – Derek winks, Emily raises her eyebrows and looks between you and Spence, and JJ nudges him as she passes.

Spencer’s entire body locks up. He can’t do this. Whatever this is.

When he doesn’t move, you offer him your hand, “Would you care to dance, Doctor Reid?”

His body eases and he can’t help but smile because you’re you, “It would be an honour, Miss Y/N,” He laughs, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You tug him onto the outskirts of the floor – being in the centre is both of your worst nightmares – and Spencer’s other hand falls to the small of your back, pulling you close. You’re chest to chest, your arm falling in place around his shoulders, but even with heels on he’s still got some height on you. You sway to the music in perfect sync, like you’ve done this a million times, and your eyes subconsciously close from the comfort of being in Spencer’s arms and the feel of him against you.

You concentrate on your feet for a few beats, too shy to look him in his clear, brown eyes. When you finally look up to meet his gaze, you can’t help the soft smile that appears. He’s already looking at you.

Spencer returns it, smile equally as fond.

The lights of the room reflect in his eyes – it’s as if they’re twinkling, like stars, and it’s utterly mesmerising. For a second, you forget you’re at a fundraiser event, on business, surrounded by your team and people from all departments and all positions. You feel like you’ve been whisked away to some faraway land, maybe somewhere that isn’t filled with killers and evil, and you and Spencer are lovers simply enjoying the night and eachother’s company.

“You look beautiful,” Spencer whispers, as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you. You wonder if he feels the same way you do.

“Thank you. I was waiting for you to compliment me.” You tease.

“Oh? Does my compliment mean that much?”

You giggle nervously. You love when he teases you back, when he has this confidence that always surprises you.

“More than I’d like to admit,” You say, “But I did also spend all day getting ready, so I want my hard work appreciated.”

“Well,” Spencer swallows, eyes flickering to your collarbones and neck and everywhere on you, “Consider your hard work appreciated. Not just by me, either. I think I’ve got a lot of glares being shot at me right now.”

You break eye contact to survey the room. There’s definitely a good number of people staring at you, but you refuse to believe they’re all jealous of him. He looks dashing in his suit, hand-picked by Rossi himself, and you know you’re not the only one to notice. You see the beauties dotted around that keep checking him out.

Another ballad begins so Spencer keeps you close. He scans the side of your face, how your nose peaks and the makeup you’re wearing illuminates all of your features. He’s hopeless at makeup, too, but the colour of your eyeshadow(?) suits you perfectly. You always look perfect, he realises. Being ethereal comes naturally to you.

“Excuse me,” A voice interrupts.

Both of you snap towards him. Travis.

Travis works in.. a department. A stupid one, probably. Spencer thinks Travis sucks.

“Hi, Trav,” You smile. You like Travis – of course you do. You’ve known him longer than you’ve known Spencer, so how does Spencer stand a chance?

“Evening, Y/N. Evening, Spencer.” He gives a polite smile.

Spencer returns it with his jaw set.

“Could I steal you for a dance, Y/N? Just like during our graduation ball?” His eyes are hopeful, and Spencer looks at in you confusion. What graduation ball?

You agree shyly, “Sure, Trav. Is that okay, Spence?”

He doesn’t know why you’re asking him – you both know Spencer’s too socially awkward to say no. So he nods, gives a tight lipped smile, and sharply turns to walk straight towards the bar. He doesn’t want to see Travis gently grasp your hand and pull you close, just like he had done.

But he’s not jealous.

“Water, please.” Spencer says to the bartender.

Someone slides up beside him. He glances at the shoes – Italian leather – and he knows it’s Rossi. He’s standing with a whiskey in his hand and a pitying gaze.

Spencer takes a big gulp from his glass of water like it’s a shot of straight vodka.

“You know he’s gonna make a move on her.” Rossi announces. Spencer takes another gulp.

“What?”

“I overheard him and his friends. They were in the academy together, and after seeing her tonight he’s decided now it’s time to make a move. Even stopped me to ask if she was single because he saw how close you two were out there.” Rossi shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink, gaze burning into Spencer as he does it.

Spencer knows what he’s doing. He’s trying to rile him up, get his feathers ruffled, for him to, what? Fight Travis on the dancefloor? Run up and steal you?

“I’m sure…” He starts, slowly, “If someone, say, Emily, who disappeared outside, had a sudden emergency… Y/N would drop Travis in a second.”

Spencer looks at him. Rossi raises his eyebrows.

“Excuse me.” Spencer says.

Rossi grins as he watches Spencer almost charge towards you.

There’s a hand on your shoulder and you know it’s Spencer, and when you turn he’s out of breath.

“Emily-“ He pants, “I think she’s- she’s sick. She’s outside and asking for you.”

“Oh, God,” You gasp, hands immediately leaving Travis completely to instinctively grasp Spencer by his arms, something you’ve always done.

Spencer’s heart warms at your concern – of course you’re so genuinely concerned for one of your best friends. Could you be anymore perfect?

“Let’s go, Spence.” You glance at Travis, feet already moving, “Sorry, Travis, it was lovely to dance with you!”

Travis watches you flutter away, knowing very well that that was his once chance and he lost it. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that Spencer is lying – at least a little.

Travis could tell Spencer wasn’t happy when he asked if he could dance with you. The unimpressed look in Spencer’s eyes whenever they made eye contact solidified that.

Travis can’t blame him, if he’s honest.

Outside, the cold is starting to set in, but you’re too panicked to notice or care. Your head darts left to right, searching for Emily. You spot her, in her stunning red dress, and go to call for her. But then she laughs, head thrown back, and takes another sip of her drink.

She’s fine.

You turn to Spencer, confused, “I thought she was sick?”

He looks sheepish and you laugh as he says, “I may have told a little lie.”

“Spencer!”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look sorry.

“Well why-“

“Since we’re here, why don’t we go look at the fountain? I saw you eyeing it when we arrived.”

You want to ask why he interrupted you and Travis, but you’re not given the chance. Spencer’s large hand holds the tip of your fingers and he gently pulls you towards the stone fountain, where it stands with several tiers and the soothing sound of running water. There’s a statute in the centre – a woman wrapped in some kind of shawl.

“My guess,” You say, arms crossing, causing Spencer to take a sharp intake of breath, “Is the statue is based on the forlorn sculptor’s lover.”

Spencer’s body deflates as releases a deep breath. He thought you were onto him and why he ruined your dance.

“Actually,” His hands move to emphasise his point, “One of the most common purposes of sculpture is in some form of association with religion-“

“Why did you interrupt Travis and I?”

Uh oh.

“Did I look uncomfortable?” You wonder, “Because I can handle myself, Spence.”

You tried to resist asking again. But something about what he did bothers you – if you didn’t want to dance with Travis, you would’ve said no or made an excuse to not have to. If you didn’t want to be around Travis, you would’ve walked away from him. No matter what, you could’ve dealt with it yourself. Does Spencer disagree?

He licks his lips out of nervousness, shakes his head and mumbles a, “No, that’s not it.”

You turn to face him. His hands are in his pockets and he’s staring at the ground as he shuffles his feet. Rossi will have a fit when he sees the shoes he hand-picked have marks on them.

“I needed to get you alone. I’m sorry.” Spencer squirms. He can’t make eye contact.

“What?” You ask, brows furrowed, “Why? Is something wrong?”

“He was..” He trails off and clears his throat, “He was gonna ask you out. I couldn’t- didn’t want to let that happen.”

Your confusion increases. So he does think you can’t handle yourself?

There’s a spark of frustration in you, then. You’ve dealt with being underestimated and babied basically your whole life and Spencer knows that. He also knows you’re a trained FBI agent that has saved his skin more times than you care to count – he knows better than anyone that you can handle yourself.

So what the fuck.

“I appreciate the concern,”

Spencer winces at your tone. This is… not going well. Not going how Spencer wanted it to, or planned. Not that he had a plan beyond getting you and Travis as far away from one another as possible.

“But I can guarantee I do not need you to loom over me and scare boys away, Spencer. You’re not my father.”

Your tone is biting and Spencer moves closer to placate you.

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N, I’m sorry that’s- I know you can handle yourself. Very well. I still have the scar from when you thought I was a robber in your house-“

“You shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me, Spencer Reid-“

“Rossi overheard Travis saying he was gonna make a move on you and it was like I went on auto-pilot and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears and-“

“I can take care of myself, Spence.”

“I couldn’t let it happen because I want to date you.”

He looks at you then, gaze so intense you feel frozen where you stand. He continues.

“But I’m sorry if you were planning to say yes to Travis and I… came in and ruined it. Maybe you’re into him and I just… delayed the inevitable for no reason other than to humiliate myself.” He gives a tight lipped smile, rolling onto the tips of his feet and then back on the heel.

You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. “I wasn’t going to say yes to Travis, Spence. It’d be pretty damn rude for me to date him when I very much like and want to date you.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he gives a toothy, hesitant smile, “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” You step closer. Spencer can’t take his eyes off you, not that he’s been able to at any point tonight, but now you can tell he can’t help but ogle at you.

It makes you feel fuzzy inside, that mix of excitement and nerves that you always get around Spencer.

“Well, what should we do about that?” He teases, but some anxiety shines through. He’s genuinely asking.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” You ask.

He sputters, “Uh- yes. That would be completely okay.”

“Well then,” You smile, “Come here.”

As if you’ve done it a million times, Spencer’s hands cup your face as he tugs you towards his lips. Your hands find his waist, softly gripping him as your eyes flutter shut and you feel Spencer’s lips for the first time.

Why does it feel so natural? So right?

Spencer has to pull back a couple of seconds later because he’s smiling so wide. You can’t resist and kiss his nose, and he giggles. He giggles.

God, you’re so in love with him.

Spencer glances at the statue standing at the top of the fountain.

“You think she’s angry that we’re kissing in front of her?”

You hum in consideration, “Definitely jealous. I mean, not everyone gets to kiss the most handsome guy at the ball.”

He can’t help but blush, and although you have a teasing tone you both know you genuinely mean it.

From where you’re standing you can still slightly hear the sound of the band inside – some kind of smooth jazz is being played now, nice and slow.

You turn and offer your hand to Spencer, just like before, “Another dance, kind sir?”

Spencer gives you a cheeky smile, “As long as you promise no Travis-like interruptions this time.”

He pulls you close, definitely closer than before as your lips nearly touch and you can feel his breath, and you rub the tip of your nose against his. “No Travis, no one, just us.”

“And the voyeur statue,” He gestures with his head towards the fountain.

You both look, and your hand leaves his shoulder to flip her off.

“Back off, hag.” You joke, and Spencer laughs at your absurdity.

Then you dance, for the second time, to the music that flows out from inside. Under the moonlight, with the twinkling stars, Spencer is convinced this is the closest to Heaven on Earth. With you, in his arms, dopey grins and loving stares.

God, he’s so in love with you.