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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years ago

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Crescent (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.3K Warning: None Premise: She returns from a trip with a mysterious tattoo. The significance of it is deeper than he ever thought.

Note: Ahhhh! I’ve been holding on to this idea for months. Finally, I got a chance to write it! Also, this takes place in book 2, post-attack/pre-gala

“Doctor Allende!” Lahela exclaimed, letting out a whistle that could probably be heard throughout the bar. “I’m in shock. Look at you all tatted up!”

Ethan glanced up at that, unsure if he heard Lahela correctly. He had been doing a commendable job of acting disinterested as Lilac entered Donahue's after a brief vacation. Though, truth be told, he longed for nothing more than to look at her— really drink her in after a few days of her absence.

A grinning Lilac stood surrounded by her friends, her wrist on full display to reactions of incredulity and amusement. Ethan took a moment to admire the beautiful tan she had acquired, no doubt a result of the bright California sun. Even from his place at the bar, he could see how much darker those freckles he loved so much glowed. Bright, pink patches colored her complexion as she humored her friends.

“It’s not a big deal,” she assured them dismissively.

“Not a big deal?” Trinh repeated in disbelief. “You came back from your trip with a secret tattoo! This is probably the biggest deal to happen to us.”

“Aside from you almost losing your license last year,” Varma added in monotone.

“Or Judas betraying you,” Greene added, narrowing his eyes with brief disgust.

“Or that Rolex Jackie found in your bedroom,” Aurora Emery contributed with a sly smirk.

Ethan shifted in his seat, feeling his neck flare up. That had been his watch in Lilac's bedroom. Too wrapped up in her warm body against his, he had forgotten it.

Greene and Trinh exchanged a knowing look.

“Allegedly,” Lilac corrected, effectively laughing it off.

“I know what I saw,” Varma muttered.

“Can we get back to this tattoo, please?” Trihn exclaimed. “How did it happen?”

Lilac shrugged.

“My little brother talked me into it. He has a whole sleeve so getting a new tattoo is like getting a haircut for him. My sister and I went with him while I was visiting.” Another shrug. “Once at the shop, he convinced us to get one too.”

“Badass,” Varma admitted.

“Why a crescent moon?”

Lilac turned brighter still, taking a long, hesitant pause.

“Spill,” Trinh persisted.

“It's…” she started, but trailed off, considering her words.

Ethan brought his drink to his lips, straining his ears for her reply.

“That was the moon in the sky on my first day at Edenbrook. I remember stumbling out of here with you guys, drunkenly talking about moving in together. Right before Sienna and I got on the train, I looked up at Edenbrook and behind the building that would soon be like a second home to me was a crescent moon. Now, it will always remind me of the day I met some of the most important people in my life.”

There was a tiny silence as her friends took the words in. Then—

“Awww!” Trinh exclaimed. With tears glistening in her eyes, she enveloped Lilac in a bone-crushing hug.

“Okay, I take it back. Not that badass,” Varma said, but even Ethan could tell she wasn't genuine.

“You met me that day, too,” Aurora commented quite casually, studying Lilac closely for her reaction.

“I know. And even though we got off to a bad start, I'm really glad I met you.”

Aurora allowed a rare smile. “I'm glad I met you too, Allende.”

“Do non-roomies count?” Lahela asked with a small frown. “Because I'm feeling a little left out.”

Lilac playfully bumped his shoulder with her own. “Yeah, of course non-roomies count.”

As she said this, her eyes moved a slow trail until they landed on Ethan. The sincerity in their green depths left him immobile and burning with the agony of not having her in his arms. They looked at one another like that, as though no one else existed, for a few more beats. The same debilitating longing he felt was clearly reflected in her expression, in the way her lips parted.

Then, she looked away, summoning a cheery smile for the benefit of her friends.

The biting, cold air carried a distant memory of the snow that had already melted. Still, it felt good against her blazing hot skin. Something about the way Ethan looked at her left her in shambles. In the desolate beer garden, Lilac could finally let out a deep, steadying breath.

“How was California?”

She wasn't surprised at Ethan's appearance yet her pulse picked up, beating wildly against her ribcage.

“Really good. It was nice to be home for a bit.”

Ethan nodded but added no further comment. Lilac took her opportunity and broke into a playful smile. She sidled closer to where he stood.

“Missed me?”

“Like crazy.”

The words were a low, earnest rumble that settled deep at the core of her belly. Unrestrained at last, they found each other, arms enveloping the other, lips meeting desperately. Ethan kissed her with fervor, his delicious mouth recounting the days they were apart with languid strokes. A moan escaped her and all she cared about was pinning him to her mattress.

Their kiss eventually simmered down to a string of measured little kisses that still drove her crazy.

“So,” he started conversationally. “A tattoo?”

“Yep,” Lilac replied proudly, lifting her wrist to his eye level. “Do you like it?”

Very delicately, he lifted her wrist to inspect it closely. He said nothing, his face a mask of neutrality that drove her insane. Then, his long fingers traced the outline of the small crescent moon on her wrist. The featherlight strokes sent chills up her spine.

“I like it,” he assured her in a murmur. “Though I enjoy the reasoning behind it even more.”

“Yeah? Well, I hope you know you're included in that group of important people I met that day.”

Ethan remained silent, taking her words in like the most precious of gifts.

“Why the wrist though?” he asked after a long pause.

Lilac felt herself blush again. Explaining the symbolism of the design to her friends was one thing. The placement was deeper and laden with much more significance, stemming from a raw, vulnerable part of herself. Lilac didn't enjoy the prospect of sharing that with anyone.

Except Ethan.

She'd give him every part of herself.

“Because…”

The words failed her when Ethan pinned her with a charged look. It was as though he read her mind, or perhaps he knew her that well, but there was no doubt that he knew.

Without detaching his eyes from hers, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her wrist, right above the crescent. Her breath fluttered, caught at her throat like a trapped butterfly.

Memories of their first night together flashed before her eyes. Ethan's strong arms holding her as her lids fluttered closed, heavy with sleep. His fingers lifting her hand to his lips and the tender kiss he placed on her wrist.

Ethan holding her many months later, this time with a plastic hazmat suit between them. Though he could not kiss her skin through the barrier, he still brought her wrist to where his lips would be.

Their night at Dagger Mountain… Ethan's body shielding her against a storm. His lips at her wrist, lovingly kissing her skin before sleep claimed her.

Many subsequent nights ending like that, with his lips gingerly kissing her wrist, claiming every part of her.

“That's why.”

Ethan nodded once before kissing his way up her arm, across her shoulder, up the column of her neck.

“It's beautiful,” he commented in a soft murmur.

His eyes darkened, a devilish smirk quivering at the corner of his mouth

“And downright sexy.”

“Ethan Ramsey,” she replied in mock surprise. “I didn't think you liked this kind of thing.”

“I like you,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Everything about you.”

Note: My baby has a tattoo now. She has for a while in my head, but it’s official now. I decided to go with ADA’s real-life tattoo but put my own twist into it. Hope you liked it!

I am getting ready to publish more requests in the next few weeks! Thank you for sending them in!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

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stevenbasic · 3 years ago

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GITJ Post 231: Scenes from a Party, p14

“Did you hear about the election results in Luxembourg today?” Abby - sales rep from the drug company that was paying for this little shindig - asked me, leaning in close from where she sat, on my right, “The new Parliament there is almost all women. mostly from the New Women’s Party.” She took a forkful of salad for herself from my plate, tucked a lock of medium-brown hair behind one ear.

“oh, uh, yeah? Really?” I replied, my own fork lolling lazily in my hand, my attention settled elsewhere, across the table, deep in- “huh…”

As my voice drifted away, Vida - on my left - spoke up, talking across me to Abby. She knew what was happening: I was distracted. “He doesn’t really follow politics,” she said, putting a hand on my left shoulder, “Do you, Dr. J?” Vida was one of my APRNs, a luscious Latina of long, thickly dark hair and a natural hourglass figure.

I…I really don’t follow politics. I was listening to Abby talk, listening to Vida engage and the other girls at the table chat - a lot of them were excited about something in the news, it seemed. But yeah I was focused on who’d just, within the last few minutes, sat down across the table from me. Melissa. I was - god help me, this whiskey, that vitamin shot I just got and if I’m not mistaken all this perfume in the room making me loopy - all but hypnotized by just the sight of her. I can’t help myself. It’s really bad!

“N-no, I , uh…”

“Oh you should,” Abby insisted, helping me pick up my fork, which I’d dropped aside my plate, “You should keep up with the news. Though I know it’s probably hard for guys to watch, these days…” Her lilac party dress was pretty revealing, as was Vida’s little deep-blue number.

“Yeah, is it?” Vida asked, “Is it a little emasculating?”

Wh-what does she mean by that?

Anyway, if my motor function had been down before, when Aubrey was feeding me, now it was a total mess. The booster injection which Vida had been nice enough (r-right?) to remember, bring here with her and jab into right in my left thigh just a few minutes ago had this weird haha somnolent effect, a milky warmth which flowed right through me and ahhhh…made everything just that bit more pleasant. And my fingers - there I go dropping my fork again - more clumsy. After the humiliating mama-hen feeding by Aubrey, I’d barely managed a bite.

“It’s so exciting!” Abby continued, indulging me with her voice as my eyes drifted back again over the beautiful, perfect woman seated across from me. Big, brunette Melissa. “Same thing happened this month in Switzerland and the Czech Republic. Portugal, too,” Abby continued, “in fact, Portugal’s working to move up their Presidential election so they can really move ahead. Get things changing...”

Melissa. She’d said hello to me, graced me and the rest of the table with a big warm smile, but then sat and immediately fell into conversation with Aubrey and Nadia, the two girls on her right. Good god. Down at the conference I’d seen Melissa dressed up, out of work clothes, but never glammed up as elegantly as this night - hair, makeup, the whole thing. She was in a long, black dress, strapless, with a bodice that presented her unbelievably enormous bosom in a mind-numbing display set against her bare, trimly athletic shoulders. As much as I could, I tried to focus on other details - her necklace, her glimmering earrings, the long waves of her thick, raven hair. But good god almighty her skin was so perfect and those tits were like magnets and from across the table my eyes kept sinking into them. This is Melissa! My Office Manager! I scolded myself, I’ve got to stop staring! I’ve got to stop this, I’ve got to stop staring straight into Melissa’s tits. I was already flushing in embarrassment. People will notice! She’ll notice! I’d spent the week at work trying to be strong, avoid much contact with her…but here we were. I was floundering.

Abby continued to speak to me, pressing on. “Excited to see what happens here in November?” she asked, as I was somehow able to tear my gaze away from Melissa’s soft, magnetic cleavage.

“Y-you mean the elections?” I managed, feeling a strange wave across my vision, the world swimming as I looked away, into Abby’s expectant face. It was uncomfortable, weird, and I just wanted to look back, let my eyes sink back between the tits, watch the jiggles. I saw Melissa giggling, tittering covertly to Aubrey next to her. I can't hear what she's saying, I thought, Is she laughing at me?

Abby, meanwhile, was weighing the moment. “Yeah, the elections,” she continued, “What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Uhhh…”

“Look at the polls. New ones come out tomorrow,” Vida, on my left, explained, “People are talking about a landslide.” Her hand had found its way intimately to my thigh, resting over where she’d stuck me with the syringe.

“That’s right. Women are getting ready to take the reins,” Abby said, “sort of like what’s happening here, to your practice…”

W-was that a joke? I laughed, lamely. “Oh I don’t know about that…”

”Yeah…though I hear women have sorta always been in charge here,” Abby commented, “but it’s been, like, more and more that way, though, recently. Hasn’t it?”

My eyes, I found, had already drifted back into Melissa’s big chest, and still she was talking to the girls to her right. If she noticed me ogling, she still gave no sign. I immediately felt transported again, like this was where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be doing. I noticed the little jewels at the end of her necklace, maybe pearls, how they hovered right above her cleavage…

Abby’s hand, also, had found a thigh, right above my right knee. “It’s just natural,” she said, “We’re more adaptable. We’ve had to be…” That’s weird, right? I barely know Abby. She’s a sales rep. Why is she touching me..? “I mean, look at Melissa…” she continued.

I was already - heavy-lidded but unblinking - staring. Of course Abby was seeing that…

“...I’ve only known her a year or so, but look at where she started. A Hooters waitress,” she extolled, “now she’s here.”

“Look how she’s grown…” Vida said.

“Mm hm…” Abby agreed.

“She is very adaptable,” Vida commented with a knowing smile, bringing a chuckle from Abby. Her hand was now slowly running up and down my left leg, casually. My cock was semi-hard, resting against my lower, inner thigh. Now it’s stiffening, and starting to slide up, so, uh…

“Haha yes very…adaptable,” Abby concurred, “Just look how she’s grown into this job.” Her voice had become lower, more husky, more intimate, and whatever portent she’d just fed me was lost, I realize now, in my drug- and pheromone-induced haze. “All the while as you start to fade, shrink away…”

Did she just say shrink away?? “H-heyyy….” protested, laughing weakly again. Too, uh, close to home…

“Awww c’mon you love it, right?” Abby laughed, squeezing my right knee, causing my cock to lurch up my left thigh. She smelled so good, and Vida smelled so good. There seemed, in fact, to be a fog of perfume surrounding all of us. The only thing clear through it was Melissa’s huge chest; all else was haze. “You love being able to give up responsibilities, finally?”

It…it had been nice…doing less…

“Y-yuh…” I mumbled, entranced by how huge but yet how firm Melissa’s breasts were, across the table. They jiggled, as she talked and laughed, ripples moving fluidly across her upper swells. But yet they seemed so softly solid, in their own way. I’d been gripped by a pleasant wave of lethargy, relaxation from the injection, and if there was a thought in my head that Melissa was at the moment ignoring me like I’d tried to do to her all week, it was a distant one at best.

“It is nice, right?” Abby the sales-rep continued, as Vida’s hand now came dangerously close to my stiffened cock, nine-plus inches of it rock-thick against my thin thigh. “The company wants to take good care of you. Just like Melissa wants to take good care of you…like Vida and I here want to take good care of you…”

“That’s right, Dr. J…” Vida purred, her thick latin hips pushing even more solidly into my left side.

“…Let us, let Evolution take care of you,” Abby spoke, her voice now closely whispering in my right ear, “this party - or the money for the study - is nothing. You wouldn’t believe the things we could do for you.” The palatable promise of it, the crack and hiss of her tongue and lips over her words, made me groan, my outer vision swim. Still I stared at Melissa’s tits; they were all I could see.

This drug was really getting to me.

“You should sign those papers…” Vida said, using her newly-manicured nails to scratch my thigh, tempting my still-swelling cock towards her hand. She too, had leaned in to put her lips near my ear, to whisper to me about the divorce papers my wife, Sheryl, had served me.

“Yeah, that way you can date her,” Abby continued, “We’d all love to see that.”

”You don’t need to go crawling back to your mean, skinny, barren wife…” Vida purred, “you want big, soft, nice Melissa.”

“Isn't she your type?” Abby asked. With her free right hand, she’d brought my whiskey glass up to my lips. I took a sip, at her urging, still gazing into Melissa’s flesh. Was no one watching me?? "Haven't you noticed her getting taller?”

“Her chest still growing?”

“Her hips getting wider?”

I groaned again. Feeling the burn of bourbon down my throat, and Vida’s hand finally settle on the outsized shaft of my now-solid boner, I was lost in fantasy but knew in the back of my mind I shouldn’t be allowing this, that I’d pay for it later in humiliation. My gut had tightened.

“Imagine the babies she could give you,” Abby proposed, furthering the fancy, “the big, healthy babies.”

“She’d look so good pregnant,” Vida cooed, gently squeezing me through my thin pants, causing me to lurch, “She’s strong…”

Abby’s left hand, now, had drifted over to join Vida’s. Under the table and through my slacks they both held my outsized monster of a cock against my thigh.

“oh my god…” I managed, under my breath, bringing the two women sandwiching me between them to giggle, to draw in closer. But, somehow, Melissa seemed still unaware, her inattention letting me still tit-gaze like a helpless lech.

“Look,” Abby began again, as her and Vida’s hands alternately began to squeeze me, rub me. Jolts of pleasure ran up through my belly, gripped me. My eyes fluttered but still stayed focused on Melissa, “You’ve hired all of them, a harem of young, pretty, tall girls working for you. It’s every man’s dream right?”

“All these busty girls..?” Vida asked, she and Abby slowly but straight-up stroking me, now, squashing their own breasts into my arms.

“Busty girls…with her in charge?” Abby purred.

I was breathing, now, breathing heavy. My mouth gaped, my eyes goggled, yet somehow we still hadn’t attracted the notice of anyone else around. How was that? I was getting a hand-job through my pants by two women and yet no one was even casting us an askance glance?? What was happening?? I groaned again, despite myself.

In my right ear, Abby chuckled. “Don’t you love her tits?” she asked, “Look at them. Aren't they so huge?”

God help me I felt myself nodding.

“You know what size bra she wears, now?” she continued, “She just told me. A Double-J cup.”

“J, Dr. J?” Vida asked, kissing my left ear, “Haha…just like you…”

“Ooooo…!” Abby cooed, into my right, giggling at the little revelation.

“But double you,” Vida laughed, “double-J hahaha..!”

“Haha imagine that,” Abby urged, she and Vida falling into a rhythm now, stroking me as I ogled Melissa’s enormous bosom, “With Missy growing, imagine what she’s going to look like in a year. Her breasts could be twice your size…”

“Wouldn't you love to just bury your face in between them?” Vida asked.

“”Tuck yourself right in?” Abby added.

“Get lost in there?”

“Wouldn’t that be so nice?”

“She loves you, she adores you.”

“Just sign those papers,” Abby posited, “and you could spend the rest of your life between them.”

oh fuck…those little pearls…me…the imagery that came to my mind was shocking, but nothing I hadn’t pictured before…

“Do it,” Vida urged, as my gut began to clench, “We understand your growing needs. That’s why we’re growing too. Let us all take care of you.”

“Your body is getting smaller, but there are things growing inside of you, too. Aren’t there?” Abby hissed, “These urges? Obsessions?”

“We think its best,” Vida cooed, “if you indulge them.”

“You want to sign those papers don’t you?” Abby asked, stroking me more firmly along with Vida.

“y-y-yes,” I groaned, blood rushing alongside the whispers in my ears

“Tomorrow?” Abby pushed, her hand insistent.

“yesss…” I agreed, my body tensing, shaking.

“With her?” Vida pressed.

“yeszzz…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt it, my climax so close. Wait, no. Here? In my pants??

“You can’t hold it in, can you?” came the voice from my left….then joined by the one on my right:

“That’s okay…come.”

Omigod no…

Nnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhh….

God help me I did it, I came. Right then and there, under the table, jerked off by my employee and a drug rep as I stared at my Office Manager’s huge breasts. Into my pants. They’d made me come in my pants.

“oh godddd…” I groaned, eyes drooping but seeing that I was now attracting the attention of a couple girls. My cock, my huge cock, had exploded, was dumping an enormous load into the leg of my khakis, onto my left thigh, hot and thick on my skin, down towards my knee, and the girls were now turning my way. I tore my eyes away from Melissa’s tits, in a panic.

“Are you okay, Dr. J?” asked Nadia, from across the table.

“Yeah, you look weird,” said Brittni, further down.

oh my god. oh my god. no. This was…nnngh…beyond humiliation. I was coming in front of half my staff. “nnnnnnhhhh….” I groaned, as Abby and Vida giggled into my ears. please…

Mercifully, they slowly backed away, Abby’s hand leaving me, Vida’s too after one last squeeze. Still I pulsed and throbbed down my leg, feeling the come puddle on my thigh and drool down my leg as my orgasm began to wane. I closed my eyes, an escape, and tried to settle my breath.

“Do you need some air?” I heard Aubrey ask.

“uhhhh….” I groaned, flushing now as both the reality of what had just happened and a thick, heavy wave of exhaustion settled onto me. I was going to pass out, I felt it now. I fought my eyes open.

Melissa was looking right at me, her shoulders set. She waited for my vision to clear before speaking:

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

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Thanks to Pervypagan for the render. Again, check out his Patreon and DeviantArt for more. Also thanks to TopographicSociety for his help with the dialogue, and CaptainAmbiguous for general inspiration.

#growing into the job

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dadralt · 4 years ago

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so this has been one hell of a year! allow me to get a little introspective for a second. this time last year i was at a psychiatric hospital and I wasn’t doing very well. it had been a tough year. I still struggled a lot this year, especially in the first half. because a lot changed when i started watching a little show called the witcher in july. through this show i got to meet so many wonderful people who made my life so much better and nicer and funnier.

first of all, I got to meet @ahh-fxck who is my rock, my apple a day who keeps the gremlins away. you always take the time to listen to me and you’ve been there for me so many times. I’m incredibly grateful to have met you. idk how I got so lucky. you’re an incredible person and I hope we’ll get to be friends for a long long time ❤️ you’re such a fantastic writer, i can’t wait to read so many more of your stories in 2021. and I truly hope you know I’m always there for you too, if you need me.

then there’s the evil twins: @yennefxr & @vxngerberg you two brighten up my days with the group chat. I’m so glad I met you both and we all started talking. you’re the best kind of worst influence ❤️ melissa you’re hilarious and kind and funny and you have a galaxy brain, I can’t deal with you ever (I mean that in the best way). rj you’re the sweetest loveliest and you’re a super talented graphics maker, thank you for all the times you’ve listened to me whine about you know what. I won’t be exposing either of you cause I’m nice 😌 but here’s to 2021 and much more clowning! 🤡🥚 🦶

there’s also the adorablest and nicest @annablume I cannot deal with how sweet you are. it’s always a joy to talk to you, you radiate positivity. you deserve everything good in this world and more. and on top of being wonderful you also create gorgeous art. I’m so grateful to have you in my life hon ❤️

then we’ve got some super lovely people i got to talk to, or that I wish I talked to haha. you’re all wonderful and I hope we’ll get to share & talk more next year!!!! i love seeing you on my dash, you make me happy. the best moots: @eskelchopchop @its-onions @love-and-cubs-and-white-wolves @smuggsy @wanderlust-t @shortof-amarble @geraltbaby @cheeseydare @thiccgeralt @alwaysfoolsparsley @unbottledchaos @ciricintra @juniperjane @hobbart-art @arreloi @tristranthorne @vvitchering @fireflyxrebel-writes @jilyandbambi @ivydrift @eskelent @jaskier-wearing-dresses @untaintedtea @corvo-bianco-lilacs @gwynbleidd @purpurred

and a special shoutout to my boo @beautifulwhensarcastic miss you ju!!! I think about you often ❤️

ok I’m gonna go cry now cause this made me emotional. AHHHH I LOVE Y’ALL TONS 🥺🥺🥺

#follow forever #txt #moots stuff #kisses on y'alls faces #❤️❤️❤️#hope i didn't forget anyone ahlfkdjsflsdf

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chocolatemin · 4 years ago

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word count: 6.15k

contains: college!au, fantasy, fluff, angst, cursing, mutual pining, gn!reader, slightly suggestive remarks

synopsis: Does it really require pixie dust and magic to feel sparks, happiness, freedom, and comfort all at once?

ana’s note: ahhhh this is the first full-length fic i’ve ever written for jisung and i hope i did well for this one ;-; and this was inspired by the very obvious, just by looking at the title, taylor’s sparks fly and also peter pan. i hope you enjoy reading <33

Fairies, of course, it is no secret that fairies do exist and sometimes disguise themselves as humans to go out and mix themselves on night festivals during spring, even the one celebrated in your university during mid-spring. You cannot blame them though, the mid-spring festival was always the most anticipated by the people, everyone is welcome too but the biggest difference is that everybody is wearing a costume which makes things more enjoyable. You could dress up as a god or a mythical creature or even a fairy, but of course, no one dares to dress up as a god.

The first time you encountered such fairy was at 3 AM. You shouldn’t be awake at that particular time of the day, people say that it’s either you encounter a good one or a bad one. The elders say that meeting one could either bring you good fortune or bad luck, and in the worst case scenario, make your life miserable. Why? Because it will never leave you alone. In your defense, you were finishing a project due at 9 AM that day and you were barely thriving on the amount of workload. Just like the saying, ever since that day, the fairy hasn’t left your side. So far, the fairy hasn’t made your life miserable but rather made your day more tolerable, but as of now, you want to take that back.

“Minho, can you please stop whining like a kid? I have this due tomorrow at eight!” You sent a glare to the fairy sprawled out on your bed and he just rolled his eyes at you.

“Let’s go out please!” He raises his voice to a pitch similar to the annoying girls in your class whenever they talk to their crushes.

“You’re so annoying!” You give your temples a light massage and sigh deeply, “God, when the elders say meeting a fairy could bring bad luck, I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“That’s rude!” Minho suddenly transported himself beside you to slap your arm jokingly.

“I swear if you don’t shut up, I won’t take you to Changbin’s.” You shove your phone to his chest before pushing him away, “Go entertain yourself and remind me when it’s 9:30.��

“Not the texts and gallery!” You added.

You push the door open causing the bell to chime and garner the attention of the boy behind the counter as Minho trailed behind you. You flash the barista a soft smile before dragging Minho by the sleeve of his shirt.

“Hey,” The man in front of you returns the smile, “What would you like to order?”

Scanning the menu, you picked the first thing you saw, “Caramel Frappuccino, extra shot please,” nudging the boy beside you as the barista punched in your order, “What’s yours?”

“I’ll have the same.” Minho tenses beside you, you forgot that he always gets the same drink.

Before you could hand in the cash, the barista beat you to it, “Don’t worry, it’s on the house tonight.”

“Chan, I insist.” You shake your head, handing him the money.

“It’s because your bags look like they could beat me anytime.” Chan chuckles as he pushes back your hand and you let out a small huff.

“He’s not lying though,” Minho snorts beside you causing Chan to give him a fist bomb. As if they really knew each other.

“Yeah, sure.” You roll your eyes playfully, “Thanks grandpa, you’re the best.”

Chan shakes his head as you ushered Minho to a seat as you wait for your orders.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Chan?” Minho places his hands on his pockets and leans on his seat.

“Oh, are you interested in him?” You looked up from your phone.

“Yeah, maybe we could join forces and annoy you non-stop.” Minho smiles at you and you threw a napkin at him.

“Idiot,” You chuckle at his unexpected answer, “Well, he was a senior of mine in the university but we became close because Jisung’s from the same department, he introduced Chan and also Changbin, the owner of this café.”

“Ah yes, the crush.” Minho smirks upon the mention of Jisung’s name.

“Oh my god, stop,” sighing in annoyance, “Don’t.”

Before Minho could tease you more, you heard Chan yelling your names. This isn’t the first time you took Minho at Changbin’s so Chan didn’t have anymore the need to ask the name of your company tonight. The two of you headed over to the counter and grabbed your drinks, thanking the cute barista and slid an extra tip on the jar before leaving the café.

Just moments after you left the café, the bells chimed once more, indicating the entrance of another customer.

“Hey, Sung.” The older smiles, “What will you have for tonight?”

“The usual.” Jisung hands him the money and leaves a large tip upon receiving his change.

“Y/N just left,” He could see the teasing face of the older despite having his back turned from him as Chan made his order.

“And?” Jisung replies with a lazy voice contrary to his actions. His heart skipped a beat hearing your name.

“They’re with another guy.” Chan raises his brows and Jisung just coughed, “Someone’s jealous.” Jisung ignored Chan’s remark, earning a laugh from the older. “Aw, come on, they only like you,” Chan spoke as he handed him his order.

“As if they would.” Jisung frowns.

“Trust me. They only have their eyes on you.” Chan gives him a reassuring smile.

“Well, that’s creepy but that’s better than having their eyes on another guy.” Jisung jokes to lighten up the mood, taking a sip from his drink, “See you later.”

Chan nods and he watches the younger head to the exit, a huge grin etched on his face.

“They’re idiots.”

“Do you guys wanna hang out this weekend?” Felix glances up from his food and turns to look at you and Jisung.

“Sure, I’m free on Saturday,” You take another bite of your lunch, “Movie?”

“I can’t,” both eyes turn to Jisung, “I have to meet my old friend in middle school, she’s transferring to our university next semester.”

“Oh, we’re supposed to look for our costumes,” Felix nods, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, “I guess it’ll be only me and Y/N.”

“I’ll try to catch up with you,” Jisung grabbed his coffee and abruptly stood up from his seat beside you, “I should get going now, my class is in twenty.”

“See you later.” You wave at Jisung and he flashes you the smile that never fails to send the sparks bursting inside your chest before leaving you two in an awkward atmosphere.

“I can’t believe he chose his friend over us!” Felix dramatically places his hand over his chest, pretending to wipe his invisible tears.

“Spring break is within the next two weeks, Lix. It must be important.” You gave the boy across you a pat on his hair.

“But they could’ve scheduled it the other day! He knows that it is our costume-finding day!” Felix pouts, poking his food aggressively. You know that every second Saturday of February is special for you three since you became best of friends in high school and this is the first time Jisung declined.

“Don’t be sad, it’ll still be fun.” You smile at him assuringly.

After your last class, you received a text from Jisung saying your and Felix shouldn’t wait for him since he has to meet his friend. On your walk to the dorms, Felix couldn’t stop complaining on how Jisung chooses his other friend over you two. You feel sad but you understand that Jisung’s time and space does not revolve only within your friendship, what makes you upset is that it’s a girl, thoughts like “What if it is one of his past crushes?” lingered in your mind. Since finals are coming up, you decided to distract yourself from the heavy feeling in your chest by diverting your attention to studying and you are glad that you successfully got rid of the thoughts for a while. However, it’s been hours and you still kept on turning sides and shifting positions on your bed trying to fall asleep yet the feeling inside your chest doesn’t seem to go away.

“Minho, are you there?” Your voice cracked, making you cringe but there is no response. You tried calling a few times and Minho in his pyjamas with a grumpy look appeared beside your bed.

“What do you want?” He groans.

“Can’t sleep, do you have any magic that can make me fall asleep?” You drag the blanket up to your chin.

“Are you still upset?” Minho’s voice softens but you do not answer his question, making him sigh as he sits at the edge of your bed, “I have something cooler to show you, come on,” Minho extends his hand over you.

“Huh?” You ask, staring at his hand.

“Get up, I’ll show you something.” Minho drags you out of bed despite your protests. Snapping his fingers, you suddenly got transported to what seemed like Minho’s room. You know it is his because it smells just like him—cat, he does own three cats so it isn’t new to you. His room felt cozy yet mystical, the things in his room are made of wood, leaves, vines and flowers and the room erupted with fresh leaves and scent of lilacs, and let us not forget, cats.

“Why am I in your room?” You turn to Minho who is taking a small chest from his nightstand.

“Close your eyes,” you obey as he said and you feel something powder-like stick on your skin, “Don’t open your eyes yet,” you feel Minho’s fingers brush against your forehead, then your brows, your eyelashes, your nose, cheeks, lips and lastly, your chin; his fingers felt like cotton against your skin– gentle and light.

The thoughts were cut off by his voice, “You may open your eyes now.”

“Wow, what is this?” You inspect the shining dust on your skin and clothes.

“That’s pixie dust.” Minho confidently answered.

“Wait, it’s real?” Your eyes went wide from the excitement.

“Duh. Did you really think those were all made-up?” He scoffs at the bewildered look in your face.

“Where are we heading to?” You jump excitedly, making him laugh at your child-like behavior.

“It’s a secret.” With that, Minho snapped his fingers once more and you were transported outside his house, specifically on his roof, “Are you ready to soar the night?”

“Hell yeah!” You throw your fist in the air, laughing.

“Take a deep breath, think and believe that you can fly.” You do as he says, mumbling ‘I can fly’ to yourself repeatedly. “Now, take a step forward.”

“You could’ve just told me to jump off your roof.” You shake your head and jump off his roof, you feel your stomach drop as you fall but you are quick to remember that you have to think and believe that you can fly, feeling yourself stop mid-air and float.

“Cheesecakes, I did it!” You grin as you fly back up, stopping in front of Minho.

“Wow, didn’t think you were the hardcore type.” Minho chuckles as he spreads his pretty wings that sparkled against the moonlight and fly above you, “Come on! We’ve got an exciting adventure to do!”

You flew here and there, Minho holding your hand in the first few minutes until you got used to flying. His wings fluttered against the gentle night breeze and you suddenly had the urge of wanting to touch his wings, curious on how it would feel against your fingertips. You spent the time flying around the Land of Fae, Minho being your tour guide for the night. He felt happy seeing your eyes light up as he showed you the cool places in his hometown, compared to your dead-looking eyes while you tried to distract yourself from the pain by studying and he promised to bring you again next time for another adventure. By the time you transported back to your place, it was already three am, so you immediately dive on your bed, face first and thank Minho before dozing off, the pain definitely forgotten.

“Y/N! You look like you didn’t get much sleep, what happened?” Felix grabs the sides of shoulders, leaning in to take a closer look at the dark circles under your eyes.

“It’s just, I didn’t see the time ��cause I was reviewing my notes on Hegel’s.” You lie, you cannot tell him you just flew all night.

“Morning,” You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, making your heart skip a beat. You knew whose arm belonged to, even if you didn’t hear his voice.

“Good morning, Sungie.” You turn to look at him but you are surprised that he was closer than you expected, you smile at him before turning your head away from his face, the tip of your ears getting red.

“What are you two discussing without me?” Jisung feigned a frown.

“You should tell Y/N not to stay up too late. Look at those eyes! It’s terrible!” Felix points at your face.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, you still look pretty though.”Jisung brushes a stray hair on your forehead making you flustered while Felix looks at you with an amused reaction.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t let that get in your head.” Felix laughs.

“You’re insufferable.” You push Felix before turning to Jisung, blowing a kiss to his direction, “Thanks, babe.”

Jisung feels like he could ascend anytime from the name you just called him, even if you two exchange flirty remarks on a daily basis, he’s getting used to it to the point that he doesn’t even know if it is still all jokes or means something else.

“I’m getting tired of you two! Ugh!” Felix walks away causing you two to erupt in fits of giggles before catching up to him.

The day was almost great, until Jisung had to leave first again to meet his friend, leaving you and Felix alone for the second time.

“Aww, Lix, come on, I’m here,” you playfully poke his side, “I bet I’m funnier than Jisung.”

“Oh my god, Y/N! You are never funny!” Felix pushes you away from him and starts walking faster, leaving you behind.

“Don’t you want to hear any of my jokes?” You elbow him, “What does the cell say whenever it takes a picture?”

“What?” The tone of Felix’s voice is flat, obviously unamused at your attempt.

“Cellfie!” You are literally howling at your pun, clutching your hand over your stomach and failing to notice the annoyed look on your best friend’s pretty face.

“That’s so bad, Y/N!” Felix runs away while you are dying of laughter from your terrible joke.

Weekdays had passed and the three of you became busier than ever with all the finals coming up, you could barely hang out with Jisung during lunch and vacant periods, but since you and Felix are taking the same course, you didn’t feel lonely with his presence, the only day you are looking forward to is Saturday, which is today.

You agreed to meet up with Felix at the mall without mentioning that you brought another company with you today, so you weren’t all surprised to see Felix with a panicked face as soon as he sees you.

“Hey, Felix, I hope you don’t mind bringing my friend with us today,” You smile looking over to the man beside you, “Minho, this is Felix, my best friend.”

Minho extends his hand in front of Felix for a handshake which he accepts despite his flustered state, “Felix, this is Minho, my fair– friend, yeah, friend.” You awkwardly chuckle, nodding to him.

Thankfully, Felix didn’t raise any suspicions on the two of you but he asked how you became friends, because as far as Felix knows, you really didn’t have any friends aside from him and Jisung, you barely even talk to your classmates. You decided to eat first before proceeding to your real agenda and surprisingly, it was Minho’s treat– which never happens when it’s only the two of you. What a two-faced fairy.

“Y/N, the truth is, I don’t have any ideas for our costume,” Felix scratches his nape, “All I know is we have to match.”

You are about to answer but Minho beat you to it, “Why don’t you all dress up as fairies?” He says with a proud look at his face, “You can even customize and add details if you’d like.”

“Impeccable.” You mocked, you can see Minho’s hidden intention.

“That’s perfect! We’ll dress up as fairies then!” Felix chirps, your eyes wide from the declaration.

“Huh?”

“Fairies are cool, Y/N.” Felix places a hand on your shoulder. What a great ego-boost to Minho.

You glance at Minho quickly and you see the tiny smirk planted across his lips, “They are not, besides, how do you know? You haven’t met one.”

“Neither do you,” Felix retorts before dragging you to the costume store, “Now, shut up, we’re gonna be the best fairy friends ever!”

To be honest, you did not expect searching for your outfits will still be fun without Jisung. Speaking of Jisung, he sure doesn’t know what costume you three are going to wear so you decided to send him a text.

You: hey, ji. we’re dressing up as fairies, should we choose for you?

Sliding the phone back to your pocket, you went over to the accessories and decorations to pick something to add on your costume that will definitely make you look more like a fairy. Your eyes dart toward a green headdress decorated with crystals and flowers.

“Wow, this is really pretty.” You are interrupted by the vibration from your pocket and you quickly fish out your phone to see a reply from Jisung that made your lips curve into a smile.

Quokka: can you pick my costume for me? i don’t trust felix geez

You: should you really trust me?

Quokka: baby, your choices are better

You: well then, i shall not hear any complains when you see it

Quokka: thanks, love. don’t have too much fun without me ;(

You feel your heart burst just from the way he addressed you but it was quickly replaced by a heavy feeling upon remembering that he’s with his friend right now. Sighing heavily, you grab the headdress before walking, tapping the shoulder of your best friend from behind.

“I’m picking Jisung’s clothes.” Felix turns to you with his brows furrowed.

“I already picked his!” He shows you a forest green tunic paired with grey braies, you admit Felix absolutely chose a great outfit this time.

“You picked a decent one for the first time!” You happily hum, “All that’s left is his accessories.”

The day wouldn’t be complete without games, so the three of you went all out on arcade. At first, Minho didn’t know how the buttons and joysticks worked and you had to teach him first before you three went into competitive mode. Felix was almost skeptical about Minho and it isn’t a surprise for him to come up with a believable lie, you were glad that Felix and Minho got along. You even saw them teaming up just to piss you off coming. By the time you parted ways with Felix, the sun was already setting and the skies were tinted with orange and pink hues.

Feeling lonely albeit the presence of your mystical fairy beside you as you typed your essays, you decided to text your friends.

You: do u guys wanna come over to study?

Sunshine: u r heaven sent y/n

Quokka: i’m really busy tonight

You: does that mean u cant join us?

Quokka: yeah…

Sunshine: don’t worry sweet cupcake y/n, i’ll bring over snacks

You: yuck, i’m not sweet and i’m not a cupcake

Sunshine: but u like it when sungie calls you pet names

You: just get ur ass here dumbass

Quokka: ofc, thats MY y/n ;)

Sunshine: i want to puke

You shake your head while smiling to yourself, despite Jisung being the busiest among the three of you, he never fails to lighten up the mood, and your overreacting friend, Felix, that is always there for you, you are really grateful for these two dorks.

You hear a loud knock and a yelling causing your eyes to dart over to the door. You immediately stood up from your seat, nearly dropping your laptop, and grabbed Minho’s arm, who is lying on the couch lazily beside you, “You have to hide!”

“Why? Can’t you just tell him that I came over?” Minho shakes your hand off his arm.

Deciding that you will not make up anymore lies to your best friend, you snake your arm and carry him with his back facing you, “Hide or you get out!”

“Y/N?” You turn your head to the door with shock and horror painted on your face, standing on your doorstep is Felix with a box of pizza and ice cream carrying on his hands, “Were you and Minho sleeping together?!”

You let go of Minho causing him to fall, butt first on the floor and earn a groan from the fairy.

“No, it’s not what you think!” You rush over to Felix but he takes a step back.

“What is this then?” Felix raised his brows.

“Y/N, just tell him the truth.” Minho says as he stands up from the floor, massaging the part where it hurts.

“What truth?” Felix narrows his eyes as he glances over you then Minho.

“You see, uh, how do I say this,” sighing, “Minho is my–”

“Your what?”

“Let me finish, brat,” you glare at him, “Minho is a fairy.”

“The fuck are you saying, Y/N?” Felix walks past you, placing the pizza on the table and putting the ice cream in the freezer.

“I’m not lying!” You argue as you close the door.

“He does not have wings!” Felix raises his hand in frustration.

“Of course, we’re not in the Land of Fae!”

“Quiet down! You don’t want them to know you have a fairy in your room, do you?” Minho shushed the both of you.

“Sorry,” you glare at your best friend, “Believe me.”

“You guys are making this up, right?” Felix’s eyes darted at the two of you, “Tell me you’re joking.”

“We’re not,” Minho answers for you, “Do you want to see me fly?”

“Sure, why not.” Felix jokes but as soon as he sees Minho floating with his legs crossed, his mouth fell agape, “You aren’t fucking kidding?!”

You slap his shoulder as a reminder to tone down his voice.

“I think I’m going to faint-” Felix places a hand over his forehead before dramatically falling down on your couch–on the top of your laptop. Wait, what?

Out of instinct, you pushed Felix before his body could crush your laptop, so he fell on the floor face first instead, “What the hell, Felix! You almost broke my laptop!” You glare at him.

“Do you really have to push me though?” Felix sits up as he rubs his forehead.

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes, “Are we gonna study or…?”

“Yeah, right, sweet cupcake Y/N.”

Monday. You loathed Mondays, take note on the emphasis. It was just the second period but you are already tired. You are about to open your locker when you hear footsteps coming towards you.

“Good morning, Felix. What do you want?” You lazily put your textbooks inside your locker before closing it shut, “By the way, did you see Jisung?”

“Wow, Y/N, I’m here yet you’re looking for another guy.” Felix scoffs.

“Stupid,” you shake your head lightly, “I just haven’t seen him this morning.”

“He didn’t tell you?” The question made turn your head to face him rather abrupt, your brow raised and Felix cannot help to notice how badly you are inlove with Jisung, “Nothing, I don’t know either, he didn’t even respond to my text.”

“Ugh, Felix, you’re so annoying!” Felix just laughs at your irritated reaction.

The walk towards the university cafe is too quiet and you didn’t mind, you wish Jisung could join you for lunch but it seems like he’s really busy and has no time for you, reasonable enough since he probably has lots of work to finish before the due date and it’s already the finals next week, his assessments are different than yours and Felix’s, having your majors in Philosophy. Majoring in Music Production sure is tough and that is one of the reasons why you admired Jisung, aside from his personality. He is hardworking and dedicated, you could see him just goofing around but his grades are always above the average. He tends to joke a lot but when he starts talking about his passion, you could see his determination in his eyes.

Your thoughts are cut off by Felix, sitting across you, “I think you should ask Minho to come with us more often.”

“Who’s Minho?” Jisung is standing beside your table, panting heavily as if he ran all the way here just to see you two.

“Y/N’s friend. He went with us on our shopping.” Felix hums.

You hand Jisung his costume inside the paper bag, your fingers brushing against his slender ones, causing you to stutter on your reply, “Y-yeah.”

“Too bad you didn’t meet him, he’s hilarious! Little did I know, our Y/N has a gorgeous friend.” Felix winks at you but Jisung stood unfazed. To you, Jisung is more gorgeous than Minho and you don’t really care about Felix’s stupid teasing.

“Whatever, I won’t be coming with you guys later, I’ll have to see Wendy.” With that, Jisung left you dumbfounded.

“He just came to get his costume?” Felix coughs in disbelief and you just nod.

Jisung can’t help the jealousy that’s why he left just like that, his insecurities are slowly eating him up again, leaving no parts behind. It would be impossible for you not to have another guy friend, you are attractive as hell and fun to be with, and Jisung thinks you’re out of his league. He just blurted those words as an excuse for him to leave early but he realized that if he leaves you and Felix alone again, you might actually invite Minho with you which isn’t good for the jealousy that is eating him inside.

“Oh, Jisung, I thought you’re with Wendy.” You stop on your tracks upon seeing Jisung leaning against the railings outside your classroom, probably waiting for the dismissal of your last period. His back facing the sky and the golden streaks of light casting from behind made him look strikingly unreal, with his hair parted and slicked back on the right, is absolutely taking your breath away. He looks up to meet your eyes and you feel the rapid thumping inside your chest intensify. Jisung is going to be the death of you.

“I told her I have important matters to do.” Jisung walks up to you, his bangs swaying along with his movements. You thought the slowing of time when your crush walks up to you only happens only in dramas, but you were wrong. You realize that they just dramatized it because in real life, time just passes rather quickly without you noticing it since your attention is completely taken by your loved one.

“S-sure.” You mentally slap yourself for making yourself look like a fool in front of Jisung.

“Wanna have dinner together?” He slings an arm around your shoulder while his other hand clutched around the strap of his bag. You almost forgot that Felix is still with you.

“Of course! We barely had time together the past week.” Felix walks beside Jisung.

“I won’t pass,” you flash him a shy smile, “I missed your loud voice.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or what.” Jisung snickers while Felix made gagging sounds.

You are surprised to see a familiar brown hair at the entrance of the university.

“Hey, Y/N. Isn’t that Minho?” Jisung feels his enthusiasm drop upon hearing the fairy’s name.

“Y/N!” Minho jogs over, stopping just in front of you, “Felix!”

“You must be Jisung,” Minho extends his hand for a handshake which Jisung unwillingly took, “Y/N never shuts up about you.”

You sucked in your bottom lip in annoyance, throwing Minho a death stare, “Why are you here?”

“I was heading home but I figured I could say hi.” Minho feigns a smile, he knows you knew his real intentions.

“You know their schedule?” Jisung finally breaks his silence.

“Not really, it just so happened that my timing is right.” Minho sends you a knowing look.

“Ah, is that so?” Jisung nods, “By the way, we still have to go somewhere else. See you later, man.” Jisung drags you and Felix away from the scene and you are confused by his sudden behavior.

“Wow, Jisung, didn’t know you’re that territorial.” Felix mused, surely liking the situation.

“I just didn’t like him,” Jisung turns to you and shrugs, “There’s just something I feel from his presence, y’know?”

“Ah, yes, jealousy,” Felix speaks in a mocking tone, “That’s something hard to ignore, y’know?”

“Someone wants to sleep outside tonight.” Jisung smirks, making Felix take back his words.

You are disappointed with the short amount of time you spent with Jisung, the day after you ate together, Jisung became busier, if that’s still possible, he rarely responds to your messages and if he did, it is short. His ‘meeting’ with Wendy became more frequent and you tried your best not to think of it and let jealousy consume the best of you. Despite the exams coming up, you found yourself flying around on your nightly trips with none other than Minho–but that is after you finish studying; it became some sort of reward to you. You did forget Jisung and Wendy during your adventures but the longing slowly became terribly agonizing. Even with the use of pixie dust and magic, your heart still feels empty at the end of the day.

It is the last day of finals and spring break is just over the corner yet you feel numb and drained already.

“I’m going to die,” a sigh escapes past your lips, “I want to sleep for a whole day.”

“Aww, Y/N, you can rest all you want but we have to take the remaining subjects.” Felix pats your hair gently.

“Thanks, Lixie, I know you’d do well!” You smile at him before taking your phone out of your pocket.

You: hey, love, good luck on your final assessments. <3

Quokka: thanks, y/n. good luck to you too, i know you studied well /(￣3￣ )/

Jisung’s short encouragement was enough for you to go through all your remaining tests and you were satisfied with your answers too. Just like you said on the last day of finals, you really did spend the succeeding day sleeping. You woke up the next day to see your notifications blown up from Felix and Jisung’s texts. It took you almost thirty minutes to read the entirety of the messages and reply to it.

You became all giddy and impatient with the fact that you’d be attending the festival next next week. You were excited, nonetheless you still spent the first week of spring break either by yourself or with Minho’s company. You tidied up your dorm since you basically live there even during the short breaks from school. You didn’t have a house to come home every spring break because your parents are working abroad and all busy with their work, plus they don’t have spring breaks at work, so it’s you travelling to another country every December just to be with them.

The day you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived and your heart has been pounding the moment you wake up.

“Where are you going?” You ask Minho who is heading for the door.

“Felix asked me for some help.” You nod at him and go back to making final adjustments on your costume. Over the few weeks, Minho became disgustingly close to Felix to the point where Minho knew everything about him too but that’s because Felix promised not to tell anyone your friend’s not-so-little secret and Minho trusted your ball-of-a-sunshine friend. What you didn’t expect is for Minho to become friends with Jisung, looking back on the way Jisung acted upon meeting Minho for the first time, it seemed impossible for him to trust your friend. You spent the remaining time watching cute cat videos and reading theories in Philosophy that made you curse a lot and almost regret taking Philosophy as your major during your freshman year.

Taking one last spin in front of the mirror, you excitedly head to the university gate to meet Jisung and the others but little did you know, your friends had other plans. They decided that they’ve had enough of your pining on each other albeit all the teasing and flat-out hints.

“Jisung, where are they?” You try to brush off the rowdy butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The pair of tunic and braies gave Jisung an extreme makeover, he looks just like a real fairy, which also coincidentally matches with your olive green fairy costume–to put it short, you look like a couple.

“Didn’t Felix come over to your dorm?” Jisung shrugs, fiddling with the hem of his forest tunic, you can sense his nervousness.

“Minho told me Felix asked him to lend a hand,” Your eyes widen in realization, “They left us!”

“I shouldn’t have trusted those two!” Jisung mutters under his breath.

“What are we going to do now?” You bite your lip, analyzing your surroundings; a fair amount of people have gathered outside the university and the others have already entered the gates.

“Just forget them,” Jisung grabs your hand, “Let’s just enjoy the festival even with just the two of us!”

Jisung and you went from stall to stall, spending a huge amount of money and eating an unhealthy amount of sweets. The two of you are now sitting beside each other on one of the benches, feet sore yet contented. You can see the diversity in everyone’s costume and everybody is having a great time, smiles plastered across their faces as they celebrate with their friends and loved ones; making your heart feel warm at the rare sight.

“Y/N,” Jisung snaps you out of your trance, “The fireworks are starting soon.”

“Really?” You unlocked your phone, showing the cute wallpaper you had set, which is you three on your first mid-spring festival, “So much time had passed already?”

“Yeah, are you tired?” Jisung places his hand over yours and it felt natural to Jisung.

“I mean look,” you raised your phone to his vision, “Three years had passed and we’re all still friends.”

“Isn’t it a great thing?” Jisung squeezes your hand lightly.

“Yeah…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, you cannot just straight-up tell him ‘And we’re still not together, so it’s not great’, your insecurities just don’t agree with you.

“Did you have fun today? You’re too silent.” Jisung’s eyes searched for yours.

“Of course!” You exclaim, averting your gaze within seconds.

“Good to know,” Jisung smiles as he thumb rubs circles on your knuckles, “I wish this day won’t end though.”

“What do you mean?” It is your turn to face him.

“We have to go home sooner right?” You nod at his words, “Can I ask for something before we leave?”

Ignoring the loud palpitating inside your chest, “Go ahead.”

“May I kiss you?” Jisung is too jittery to mind his choice of words, anxiousness consuming him as he anticipates for your answer.

“Of course,” Feeling slightly confident, you even smiled at him. His eyes marveled from your eyes to your lips and you felt the tiny hairs on your nape stood up when Jisung placed his free hand to cup your jaw while the other held your hand. Just as his lips touched yours, you heard the sound of fireworks spreading across the night sky and everything felt perfect and magical. Seconds passed and you feel Jisung’s lips parting away from yours and you wished it didn’t have to end.

“Hey, Y/N, I know I don’t have supernatural powers nor wings to take you on nightly escapades,” Jisung gazes oh-so-lovingly at your teary ones.

“How did you know?” Your ears perk up, waiting for his response.

“Minho told me,” Jisung smiles, taking a deep breath, “but I can love you with all my heart.”

“I love you too, Jisung.”

You don’t need any pixie dust and magic to feel sparks, happiness, freedom, and comfort all at once; all you need is Jisung and his love.

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imagibunny · 3 years ago

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*sends u camp camp for the fandom ask cutely*

ahhhh the nostalgia of it all, been a hot minute tho

Favorite Male Character - stupid cultist motherfucker, daniel u dumb bastard ily

Favorite Female Character - NIKKI APPRECIATION ZONE!!

Least Favorite Character - tie between quartermaster or art kid.

Favorite Ship - *holds danjen like simba*

Favorite Friendship - COMEDY TRIO MY BELOVED

Favorite Quote - "now for a healthy 8 hours of lying in bed, AWAKE! waiting for tomorrow"

Worst Character Death (if any) - jasper....

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment - I HAVE TO SAY LITERALLY ANY DADVID MOMENT.

Saddest Moment -i haven't seen it but the woods from what i saw people talking about it

Favorite Location - lake lilac my beloved,,,

#bunny.txt #ask meme

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linerwriter · 5 years ago

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The Language of Flowers

AHHHH I’M BACK

I’m so sorry I haven’t posted a fic in so long, but this is what happens when high school lets you (*cough* strongly encourages you to *cough*) take AP classes sophomore year. Word of advice: don’t take AP Economics unless you’re good at math ;-;

Anyway, I kinda hate how this turned out, but I love the idea too much to let it waste away in my docs, so here it is. I love flowers and their meanings, and after seeing some pictures of the gang with flower crowns, I was gone. Hope you enjoy!

Note: Wild is genderfluid in this fic! I am, however, not genderfluid, and as such, I don’t have an intimate understanding of how someone who is genderfluid feels. If there are people who are genderfluid and feel misrepresented, just leave a nice comment below and I’ll change it :) Additionally, there is a time where Wild is misgendered, so if that triggers you, just skip to the next section.

Wild’s collection of flowers was, quite frankly, astounding.

It was like he had a flower for every type of task. Hunting food, cooking dinner, doing chores. It puzzled everyone to no end, especially as they never saw him pick any of them. They did, however, notice the “patterns” of the flowers, and what they meant.

Sometimes, the flowers described happiness.

“Wild? Are you okay?”

The young male shot a grin toward Twilight. “Never better!” He chirped enthusiastically.

Twilight stared. In all of the time he had known Wild, he had never seen him like this before. “Are you sure? You’re acting… different than usual.”

Wild blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Am I not allowed to act like this?”

Twilight waved his arms rapidly, “No, you are! I’ve just never seen it before.”

Wild’s gaze turned into one of amusement. “I’m happy today, is all. See my flowers?” He pointed toward the daffodils and gladioluses behind his ear, “Usually they’re apple blossoms and violets, but today, they’re daffodils, which means I’m happy!”

“Is that so?” Twilight spied a single daffodil nearby and leaned over to pick it up. “Then how about one more to add to your collection?”

Wild’s face showed one of surprise before it melted into laughs. Twilight’s brows scrunched up in confusion, which Wild noticed. “Everything matters with flowers, from color to the number of them,” he explained as he calmed down, “For example, if I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought you meant misfortune when you gave me this.” He plucked the daffodil out of Twilight’s hand, “Thank you!”

Twilight shook his head as Wild scampered off, “Hylia help us.”

Sometimes, the flowers described preference.

Today was going to be an odd day, Legend decided, and it was all because of a certain pyromaniac.

It had started with the missing flower. Well, not missing, exactly, since there was a calla lily in place of the regular gladiolus in his braid, but still. Strange.

For as long as any of them could remember, the gladiolus was a constant in any of Wild’s combinations, yet the flower always stood apart from them. It seemed to Wild’s eyes that it indicated a particular concept he knew about, but he never bothered to tell anyone else about it, so the meaning was unknown.

The second weird part of the day was the way Wild was acting. Usually, he was quiet and thoughtful as they walked, yet today, he seemed to walk taller and chatted with everyone. His usual violets were still in place, so what was causing this change in behavior? After thinking and frowning to himself to the point Twilight was concerned for his sanity, he decided to ask Wild.

“How are you today, Wild?” He smoothly walked up to his friend.

Wild giggled sweetly, “Never better, Legend!”

Legend stared. Okay, that was the last straw. “Are you good?”

Wild tilted his head curiously, “What do you mean?”

“The way you’re acting! Your flowers! It’s not normal!”

“My flowers…?”

“The gladiolus isn’t there!” He searched Wild’s eyes desperately, “I don’t what that means!”

“Oh, that.” Wild laughed again, “That just means I’m feeling female today.”

Legend’s mind screeched to a halt. “Feeling… female?”

“Yeah, did no one ever tell you? I’m genderfluid. The gladiolus means I’m feeling masculine.”

Legend stared again. He did this for so long Wild started to get worried, “Legend?”

Legend snapped back, “Yeah?”

Wild nervously played with her fingers, “Are you mad?”

Legend’s brows scrunched together, “Not particularly, no. Why?”

“It’s just that not everyone approves of me being genderfluid, so I didn’t know if you had a problem with it or not…”

Did he have a problem with it? Legend thought for a moment and decided, “Nah, I don’t have a problem with it.”

Wild looked at him hopefully, “You don’t?”

“Nope. I was more concerned with how much you were talking, to be honest.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So, what do other flowers mean?”

“Other flowers?” Wild looked startled at the sudden topic change, “Well, peonies mean…”

Today was going to be an odd day, Legend decided as he looked at her, but that doesn’t mean it had to be a bad day.

Sometimes, the flowers described pain.

It was raining when Time found them, dead leaves and purple hyacinths scattered in their loose hair. Their somber mood gave Time everything he needed to guess the meaning behind them.

They spoke softly at the unasked question, their thumb delicately tracing the purple hyacinth. “I had a hard time expressing myself back then—still do, in fact.” They chuckled lightly, “Combined with my poker face, it was hard for anyone to tell what I was thinking, and after an incident with a visiting lord, Zelda suggested I put flowers in my hair to describe what I was feeling that day. Nobody beyond Zelda and the others knew what it meant, they thought it was just decoration, but they were enough for me.”

“I’m guessing you brought that to us, huh, cub?” Time said just as quietly. Wild nodded, bowing their head as tears came down their face and sobs wracked their body.

“I miss them,” they said through the cries, “I miss them so much!”

Time held their body tightly, eyes squeezed shut to prevent tears from escaping him. “I know, lovely,” he whispered, “I know.”

Their tears joined the ones from the heavens.

Sometimes, the flowers described love.

Sky tilted his head in confusion. “That’s a new combination,” he muttered to himself distantly. “Wonder what that means.”

“Wonder what what means?” Wind asked curiously as him and Hyrule came up behind the farmer. Twilight jerked his head toward Wild.

“Wild’s flowers. The grouping, it’s new.”

Wind and Hyrule both looked toward Wild’s new flower crown, made up of lilacs, hyacinths, and gardenias. Hyrule frowned thoughtfully, “Maybe he’s happy?”

“No, he uses daffodils for that,” Wind disagreed. “Maybe he’s content?”

“Nah, that’s violets and apple blossoms.”

“Then what’s it describing?”

“Uh, maybe if you asked him, he’d tell you,” Four piped up from where he was carrying wood for a fire. “You know he’s always welcome to tell us.”

“That’s true, but I want to figure it out, you know?” Sky smiled, “It’s kinda like a game!”

Four huffed and rolled his eyes, “If you say so.” He walked back towards Warriors.

“Think we should ask him?” Hyrule proposed a few minutes later. “I have a feeling we’re not gonna figure it out.”

Wind sighed in defeat, “I think you’re right. Hey, Wild!”

Wild looked up from where he was conversing with Time, “Yes?”

“What do your flowers mean?”

Wild looked at them in surprise and hesitantly touched the flower crown. “My flowers?” At their nods, he smiled widely, “They describe my love!”

“Your… love?” Sky asked in confusion.

“Yeah! My love for you guys!”

Silence.

“My heart.” Wind clutched his chest while Hyrule’s eyes welled up.

Wild blinked. “Are you guys okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“They’re fine, don’t worry.” Everyone looked up at Warriors’ voice, “They’re just feeling the love.”

Time side-eyed the captain, “And you’re not?”

“No, I am. It just isn’t as prominent.”

Time shook his head ruefully, “If you say so. Anyway, why’d you pick that combo today, cub?”

Wild shrunk a little in embarrassment, “W-well, we’ve been together for a little while now… and you guys have been really accepting of me and my flowers, so I guess I just wanted to say thank you?” He looked down, “This collection means family, which is the closest thing that could describe how I felt with you guys.”

Wild looked up when he felt Wind crash into his back. “Group hug!” He cheered.

That was a good day.

While yes, it is weird for Wild to have as many flowers as he does (and they never die too, which is even weirder), they all got used to it, so much so everyone eventually started doing it themself. All they had to do was ask Wild for a few flowers that described their feelings, and suddenly, they had a flower crown made up of their thoughts and emotions.

Goddesses, the language of flowers was helpful.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #hero of the wild #and everyone else at some point #flowers!!!#and their meanings!!!#yay #im back #after like five months #and ive forgotten how to tag things #:)#genderfluid wild

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vventure · 5 years ago

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Helloo ~ Idk if you take requests but your nozel fluff tugged on my heart bad ! Could you write some more nozel fluff but with a slightly overweight fem reader that is hating on herself! And if you don’t want to that’s okay too 💕

Word Count: 1k

Pairing: Nozel Silva x fem!reader

Warnings: Solid being an absolute asshat

A/N: Ahhhh thank you for sending this in, Silvana! I had fun writing this little (lmao I got carried away and it’s 1,000 words) piece for you, and I really hope you like it. I happen to be on the fluffier side, so this writing was therapeutic. It was a little hard for me to write Solid insulting the reader as I would NEVER. If you’re reading this and struggle with self-image, just know that you are beautiful, wonderful, and worthy of love.

Nozel is tooth-rottingly sweet in this. I could see him being completely different from his rough exterior when he’s in private with his s/o.

The Silver Eagles hideout was peacefully quiet as you made your way down to the overly-grand dining hall for dinner. The main hallway of the base was illuminated by lanterns along the walls, and a cool breeze blew through it carrying the scent of lilac . Opening the door to the dining hall, you noted that most of the members of the squad were already there eating in silence, including your boyfriend Nozel Silva and his siblings Solid and Nebra. Nozel sent you a small smile as you took your seat next to him.

“Good evening,” you greeted the lot as you transferred delectable dinner foods from the communal plates to your own. You’d been working hard in training lately, and a larger appetite had come along with that. Suddenly you froze, hand pie midair, as you locked eyes with Solid; he looked disgusted.

“Don’t you think you’ve got enough food already,” Solid asked with a sneer before adding under his breath so only you could hear: “Fatty.”

You let out a small gasp and let the pie drop back onto its serving dish with a soft thunk, the tongs you’d been using following it with a clatter. Several of the Magic Knights at the table jumped a little at the loud noise before resuming their meal.

“Solid, that’s enough,” Nozel commanded sharply. You could feel your partner’s eyes on your heated face, but didn’t dare look at him lest the tears pricking at the backs of your eyes come crashing down.

With a tight throat, you forced down a few pieces of fruit before excusing yourself from the table and retreating to your quarters, tears rolling down your face as you rushed through corridors.

Taking deep breaths, you approached the full-length mirror in your room and examined yourself.

Sure, you were larger than a lot of the other members of the Magic Knights, but that didn’t diminish your magical abilities. And, Nozel didn’t seem to mind what weight you were. But did you really deserve his love with the way that you looked?

Why did Solid have to remind you of the thoughts that constantly ran through your mind during your darkest moments? Could you ever move past beating yourself up over your weight?

A soft knock sounded on the door just as you were lifting your shirt to prod at your soft stomach and love-handles. Nozel slipped in quickly, closing the door behind him with a quiet snick.

You turned to face him, your hands gripping the soft flesh surrounding your belly button like you were about to make it talk; he probably thought you looked insane. But, he surprised you with what he said.

“What did Solid whisper to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied as you tried to turn away from his gaze before realizing there was a mirror behind you. Nozel strode over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, replacing your hands with his own and rubbing small circles into the soft skin there.

“You don’t need to have your guards up around me,” his hot breath fanned over your neck. It smelled lightly of the strawberries from dinner.

“He called me–” you started before a lump wedged itself into your throat, stopping you. Taking another deep breath, you continued. “He called me fatty. I don’t know why I’m so upset, he isn’t wrong.”

“Is that really what you think of yourself?”

“Of course, what else am I supposed to think, Nozel? Just look at me,” you replied with a gesture to the mirror you two were standing in front of; a fire was burning in his eyes as they roved along your body.

“I haven’t made this clear enough to you, evidently, and for that I am sorry, [y/n],” he stated. “I think you’re strong, quick-witted, intelligent, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“But–”

“I’m not done yet.” His hands moved to your arms. “These arms direct some of the strongest magic I’ve seen in a long time.” Moving his hands to rest on the tops of your thighs, he continued. “These legs are always the first ones into battle and the first to make sure people are safe.”

He moved his hands back to your stomach with a devious smile. “And this stomach makes for the best pillow in the Clover Kingdom.”

You hiccupped out a laugh and swatted at his hands, watching his smile grow in the mirror. “I love everything about you, and you should too.”

Turning around in his arms, you placed a sweet kiss to his lips, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love everything about you too.”

Bonus

Bright morning light was beaming onto your face from your open window when you woke. Nozel was not in bed with you, much to your disappointment. He’d cuddled you to sleep and his warmth was comforting as you rebuilt your self esteem with his words.

Staring up at the canopy, you allowed his statements to wash over you again, a smile curling the corners of your lips. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear the door open. Nozel walked in with a tray piled high with breakfast foods.

“Oh good, I’m glad you’re awake,” he said, sinking onto his side of the bed and extending the small legs on the bottom of the tray before placing it between you both. “I almost missed breakfast while watching you sleep, luckily there was still plenty of food for us.”

“You brought me breakfast in bed?” A broad smile was plastered on your face as you watched the typically stoic man blush. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I could ask the same,” he said, leaning over the tray to give you a peck on the lips. “You should know that I spoke with Solid.”

“You didn’t,” you said with a groan. What kind of retaliation would Solid plan?

“He won’t speak to you in such a way again, I ensured that.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me,” you said with a strained smile. Gods you loved the man, but he was sometimes too straight forward for his, or your, own good.

“No one is allowed to hurt you while I’m around. Now, let’s eat, my love.”

#Nozel Silva #Black Clover #Black Clover Imagine #Black Clover Scenario #Nozel Silva Imagine #Nozel Silva scenario #Nozel Silva x reader #Black Clover x reader #Nozel Silva fluff #Black Clover fluff #Nozel Silva x y/n #Black Clover x y/n

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lveclouds · 5 years ago

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neighbor (park jimin x reader)

word count: idek anymore

genre: fluff, just tooth rotting fluff, a bit cliche/cheesy

a/n: my first jimin drabble!!! this is the typical au where park jimin is your gorgeous next door neighbor and you have a huge crush on him hehe this prompt is very cliche and cheesy but i wanted to write something like this! hope you all like it!

it was a warm autumn afternoon when he arrived. you were standing in your cluttered but somewhat cozy kitchen, standing by one of the massive windows that took up one side of the room, coffee mug in hand, admiring how the sun’s bright rays peaked through the soft white clouds, bathing the world in golden beams of light, when you noticed a van pull into the driveway next door. almost instantaneously, men clad in blue uniforms jumped out of the vehicle and began moving boxes to the house, one by one. you felt a bit creepy for watching them, but you were curious as to who was moving in. then, he jumped out of the van and you swore your heart nearly stopped when you saw him. your new neighbor was handsome. well, maybe that’s a bit of an understatement, you had thought. he was gorgeous, too much so for his own good,and possessed the kind of beauty that even aphrodite herself would be envious of. his hair was soft and the color of lilacs; the strands soft and seemed to be constantly falling into his eyes. his features were nothing short of flawless, a strong jawline, perfect eyebrows and nose, and perhaps your favorite feature: his lips. they were soft and pillow-like, plusher and fuller than most guys you knew. he was wearing dainty silver earrings, along with a few rings on his hands, which were small but so beautifully crafted. needless to say, your next door neighbor was incredibly stunning, and you wondered how you were ever going to muster up the courage to talk to him.

it’d only been less than five months since he moved in and you had barely spoken a word to him. you didn’t even know his name. finally, after contemplating for what seemed like days, you mustered up the courage to go over and talk to him instead of hiding in your house like a coward.

you clutched the freshly made plate of chocolate chip cookies tightly as you nervously made your way up the driveway. your heart was beating furiously in your chest, and you felt as if you could pass out at any second.

you exhaled slowly before raising your hand to slowly knock on the door. after a few agonizing seconds, the door opened, and you immediately felt your cheeks warm at the radiant smile he was giving you. he looked devastatingly gorgeous in an oversized white hoodie and black sweatpants, hair messy and unruly, almost if he had just woken up from a long nap. “hi.” “hi, i just wanted to come by and give you these cookies as a little welcome gift to the neighborhood! i know it’s kinda late and all, but i just wanted to introduce myself.” your neighbor’s smile only seemed to brighten as he gently took the plate of cookies from your hands. “let me put this in the kitchen, i’ll be right back.” when he was gone, you let out a sigh of relief. that was a lot easier than i thought it was going to be, you thought. your neighbor practically exuded kindness and you were grateful that he didn’t turn out to be an asshole.

he returned a few seconds later, practically beaming. “i don’t think we’ve met, have we?” you shook your head. “i’m y/n.” “nice to meet you, i’m jimin.” jimin. the name suited him well. “i apologize for my appearance. i’ve been cleaning all day.” you dismissed his apology with a wave. “it’s ok, don’t worry about it.” jimin chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “so, what brings you to the neighborhood?” you asked, mentally cringing at how awkward and old-fashioned you sounded. however, jimin didn’t seem to mind, as he told you how he had moved here because of a close friend from his high school, and that he was now working at the local cafe downtown. you asked him which one, and when jimin told you the name, you had smiled and told him that that was the cafe you went to everyday after work. “that’s great! so maybe we’ll see each other there?” you nodded. “yes, hopefully.”

then, the conversation seemed to flow from there. you learned that jimin was also an aspiring dancer, and he often attended dance lessons at a studio that was owned by one of his closest friends, jung hoseok. he even invited you to come and watch him dance sometime, which you eagerly agreed to. jimin was such a comfortable person to talk to, and you already felt as if you could tell him just about anything and everything. then, just as you were about to leave, jimin slipped a piece of paper into your hand. “call or text me anytime. i’d love to talk to you more, if that’s ok with you.” “of course!” you then gave him yours, and shyly waved goodbye to him as you tried not to happily skip down the driveway.

you felt your heart warm at the thought of becoming friends with jimin. what if we become something more? you then shook that thought away. you just met and you’re already thinking about dating him? calm down y/n, you thought.

there was one thing you were sure of, however. you knew that whatever relationship you and jimin had, you were grateful that you now had him in your life.

a/n: ahhhh this was really bad but i hope you guys liked it!!!

@ughkive @jiminsremedy @pkjms @parksjms @jmtual @jiminsmagicshop @chimchimsmochi @ghibliu @sketchguk @softguks @btsrespect @rosytteok @minlattes @lantanajm @babechimmy @pjmsmyg @blumiin @jiminluvclub @pjmsgalaxy @jiminestamour @yoonsgiggle @penicillinjimin

#mine #my first jimin drabble!!!#hope you guys liked this!!!

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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years ago

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Okay, an anon just asked me these questions and now I'm asking you.

I'm bugging you a lot lately, I know.

Does Lilac and her siblings have cousins? How many?

Do you think Ethan has grandparents? Does he talk to them? Or like is Alan is his family?

Also, what are Lilac's grandparents' names?

I promise I'll ease up on the spamming of your inbox

SARA YOU CAN NEVER BOTHER ME OKAY!! I FEEL LIKE THE BURDEN SOMEHOW BECAUSE YOU'RE TAKING THE TIME TO SEND ME THESE AND I CAN'T EVER BE GRATEFUL ENOUGH!

Sorry for the caps attack!

Does Lilac and her siblings have cousins? How many?

Like many Mexican American families, Lilac has many cousins. On her father's side, she has 20+ (her dad has six siblings who each had 3-4 kids). However, they are messy and dramatic, just like any paternal side of the family. She's closer to her mom's side of the family and those cousins. On that side, she has 10 (her mom has four siblings). So, over 30 cousins. Sounds about right. Girl, her family reunions are lit. And fucking packed with family drama.

Do you think Ethan has grandparents? Does he talk to them? Or like is Alan is his family?

I think his grandparents are still alive, for sure. I don't think he speaks to Louise's parents because of what happened and also because he resented them his whole life. I think they knew where Louise had ran off to but never told Alan and Ethan. Of course, Ethan harbored hard feelings but I believe the grandparents did this to protect them from the pain of knowing where she was but also knowing she wouldn't come back.

As for Alan's parents, I envision his mother still being alive. Ethan communicates with her as much as he does with his father. Growing up, she's the closest to a maternal figure he's ever had.

Also, what are Lilac's grandparents' names?

Ahhhh! I love this so much. Her abuelitos are Valentina and Ignacio Valdés on her mother's side. Natalia and Eduardo Allende on her father's side!

I love you so much for these!

#Lilac Allende #Ethan x Lilac #Girl the question about the cousins is basically me and my family except with wayyyyy more cousins #my dad's side is so fucking messy and i don't speak to most of them #bro i would definitely throw hands with half of them on sight for all the shit they've talked

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years ago

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Day One - Hidden Connections

AN: You guys!!! Spideychelle week is finally here!! Ahhhh I’m so excited to see what everyone else as written and to share my stuff! Here is my contribution to day one! It’s a little short and quick, and there’s a fair amount of non-romantic stuff in it, but I just thought this idea was really funny and had to write it down! A huge thank you to @spideychelleweek for putting this together!

Prompt: Secret Relationship AU/College AU

Pls enjoy some 2.4k of humor, fluff, and a dash of angst.

“To whom it may concern,”

“Dear Sir or Madam,”

“Dear Mr. Bugle,”

“Hello,

I hope your day is going well.

My name is Peter Parker, and I happened to film the altercation between the criminal known as Rhino and the heroes Luke Cage and Spider-Man on the intersection of 42nd Street and 11th Avenue. I have some screencaps of it attached, if you are interested in the video for a blog post, let me know. I am willing to sell said footage for a discounted quick-sale price.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly,

Love,

Thanks,

Peter Parker

Releasing a puff of air through his lips, Peter hits send.

The clickable ad he’d seen while scrolling through Facebook said: SEND VIDEOS OF SPIDER-MAN. $1 PER SECOND*. It was only after he’d clicked did he notice the fine print: Spider-Man must be within the frame for the whole second, otherwise the dollar is void.

But that doesn’t matter. Peter has a full five minutes that Dronie had so graciously recorded for him of Luke Cage and him kicking Rhino’s ass.

And he really needs the money.

MJ’s birthday is four days away, a day which also coincides with his rent being due, so in other words: he’s essentially broke. While he does have money in his bank account, he only has enough for one of those things, not both, and he can’t really afford to be evicted at this point. He knows MJ won’t leave him if he doesn’t get her anything…

But she at least deserves something nice.

This video should net him roughly $300; he can take her out to a nice dinner, maybe buy her something actually decent for a change. Not another scarf.

And who knows? She might not even want to go out to a fancy restaurant, seeing as she’s turned down every offer he’s given to take her out in the six months they’ve been dating. Every date night, it’s either been take-out, a quick slice, or some kind of fast food. Not that he’s complaining about hanging out with his girlfriend; every minute spent with her was more than enough. And he’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t a little easier on the wallet.

But there was still that seed of doubt. Why did she never want to leave Queens? Why was it always such a rush to get back home? Why hadn’t she introduced him to her parents? The intrusive, relentless thought that her being embarrassed of him might have been a factor whispered darkly in the back of his mind. He knows he can be immature at times, both with his sense of humor and overall behavior, so, albeit shamefully, he could understand where she was coming from.

Maybe a nice present accompanied by a fancy dinner could help to prove that he can act like a grown-up.

Maybe.

The next morning, while happily munching on a bowl of Hulk O’s, he’s genuinely surprised to see a reply in his notification bar from none other than J. Jonah Jameson himself.

“I want to see that video. Will talk about your payment after I have it analyzed by my team.

Your appointment is today at 9am. Don't be late.

J.J. Jameson

Editor for the Daily Bugle Heralding Your Daily News │Tel [212] 555-7109│Fax [877] 555-0971

Sent from my iPhone.”

Peter only allows himself a moment to be put off by the the informality of Jameson’s response, brows crinkled as he turns to check the time.

8:30 AM.

He drops his spoon into the bowl, milk and soggy cereal splashing.

Well, shit.

He stuffs whatever clothes he can find into a backpack before roughly yanking his suit on; he flings himself out of his fifth story window, cereal bowl abandoned on the kitchen counter. Phone in hand, following along on Google Maps, he wonders how super heroes were able to find their way around big cities before GPS.

The next thirty minutes fly by in a blur, and Peter honestly doesn’t know how he’s able to put enough brain cells together to find a place to change into his civilian “interview” clothes. It’s a wonder he made it there in one piece.

The lobby doesn’t have any kind of directory, or any indication of where J. Jonah Jameson is supposed to be. In fact, Peter isn’t even sure where he’s supposed to meet the guy, unable to recall if there’d been anything like that in the email.

He gingerly approaches the front desk, ducking his head down slightly as he offers a smile to the receptionist. “Uhm, hello! I’m here to see Mr. Jameson?”

The woman gives him the the quick once over, visibly unimpressed. “You got a delivery, kid?”

“Uh, n-no.” Peter shifts awkwardly, smile fading. “He, uh, he sent me an email. To meet him at nine? Today? Right… Right now?”

“Hold on,” she says, her voice monotone, turning to the phone on the desk and dialing a four digit number with freshly manicured nails.

Peter starts to say, “Thanks,” but is cut off by the woman holding a finger up.

“Hey Ted, I’ve got a kid down here. Says he’s supposed to meet with Jameson. Do you know anything about it?”

She listens for a moment, nodding. “Okay, thanks.”

Click.

“Okay, kid, go over to that elevator. 17th floor. Someone will meet you.”

Peter smiles again, throwing a quick, but polite, “Thank you,” over his shoulder as he moves.

He’s met by who he assumes to be Ted, a slight middle-aged man with tired eyes. “Peter Parker?” He asks.

Peter nods.

“Alright, follow me.”

Peter isn’t taken directly to the office at first, only being seated in the waiting area just outside.

For thirty minutes.

9 AM, he said. Don’t be late, he said.

The door to the office is ajar, the sound of Jameson yelling at and berating some poor unfortunate soul over the phone almost as loud as the clacking of Ted’s typing on his keyboard.

“I don’t care what that weasel said, I want it done right this time! And if you had done what I’d told you to, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” There’s a pause as Jameson presumably listens to the person on the other line begging for mercy. “Fine. Go with the lilac. It’ll clash with your comforter, you’ll see. Don’t come crying to me when you have to buy a whole new bed set.”

Another beat of just Ted’s typing passes.

“Okay. Love you, Mom. Buh-bye.” Jameson hangs up, before yelling out the door. “HOFFMAN!”

“Yes, sir?” Ted answers quickly.

“MY 9:00 IS LATE. IT’S 9:30!”

“No, sir, he’s here sir. He’s been here since 9.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I COULD’VE HAVE ENDED THIS CONVERSATION SOONER. MAKE A NOTE OF THAT, HOFFMAN.”

“Yes, sir. Will do, sir.”

“NEXT TIME, INTERRUPT MY PHONE CALL. STICK YOUR HEAD IN HERE. GIVE ME A SIGNAL.” He sighs. “Okay. Send him in.”

Ted looks over. “You can go on in. Good luck.”

Peter falters for a moment, wondering if he’s really willing to go through with this.

No. He is. MJ was more than worth it.

He says a quick, “Thank you,” before walking in to the lion’s den.

Jameson sits at his desk, looking up briefly, chewing on an unlit cigar. “Well, quit your dawdling, get in here.”

Peter picks up the pace.

The man glares at him for an uncomfortable few moments, sizing him up, before extending his hand. “You got the video?” He asks, skipping introductions entirely.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” Peter swallows, handing him the drive.

Jameson hums. “I was expecting someone… More… professional.”

It’s then that Peter realizes he’d left his apartment without even combing his hair or brushing his teeth. He hadn’t even bothered put on deodorant or to change out of his The Mighty Thorgi t-shirt. He’s wearing a pair of the day before yesterday’s and yesterday’s jeans, and to make matters worse, he’s wearing two different shoes; one grey converse and one blue.

“You homeless or something? Because there’s a soup kitchen around here.” Jameson spends the next few moments trying to plug in the USB to his computer, flipping it over and over. “Damn thing. HOFFMAN!”

Ted practically sprints in. “Yes, sir?”

Peter tries to speak. “I can do it if you—”

“—Don’t patronize me, kid,” Jameson snaps. “Hoffman. Plug this in.”

Peter watches in silence as Jameson’s expression never changes as the video plays out on his computer. Peter knows what’s on the video, he knows it by heart, in fact. He fought in it. When the video ends, Jameson leans back, his blank expression now seems thoughtful.

“I’m gonna give it to you straight kid,” He says. “It’s a good video. Now I can send this down to my lab nerds. They can calculate the exact amount of time that Spider-Man’s in a full frame. I’m guessing it’s gonna be around $120 to $150. But, that’s if we give you credit, of course. If you wanna sign the rights of this video over to us, we’re looking at, say, $350 upfront. You won’t be credited, though.”

To Peter, that actually sounds pretty good; he gets a good amount of money, more than he thought, and his name won’t be tied to his alter-ego. It’s a win-win. “Oh, yeah! That sounds great!”

Jameson’s smile is shark-like. “Great. HOFFMAN! GET ME CONTRACT A27!”

“Do you mean A63, sir?” Ted asks from the door, contract already in hand, placing it on the desk.

“Yes, yes of course. A63.” Jameson shakes his head. “Can’t get decent help around here,” he mutters.

Peter signs where Ted indicates. Jameson signs the last page and hands back the contract.

“I’ll be back with your copy,” Hoffman says as he exits the room.

Jameson then opens his drawer, retrieving a thick check book and grabbing a pen. “Parker Peterson, right?”

“No, no. Just… Peter… Parker.”

As Jameson writes the check, Peter takes the time to take in the office around him, his eyes drawn immediately to the portrait on the desk. His stomach drops as he realizes who it is.

No doubt about it.

That’s a picture of his girlfriend.

Why is there a picture of MJ… on Jameson’s desk?

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

Jameson’s voice startles Peter, and he looks over, the older man glaring right into him. “Huh?” Peter asks.

“She’s pretty, right? It’s okay. You can say she’s pretty. Beautiful even.”

Peter nods, voice soft. “Yeah. Really beautiful.” And he means it, more than anything, nervous as he is; MJ is the most beautiful person he’s ever known.

With the flick of his wrist, Jameson deliberately flips the portrait away from Peter.

In the amount of time Peter’s been in the office, Jameson has had two volumes: Loud and VERY LOUD. There seems to be a third setting, however. In a hushed, threatening tone, Jameson seethes. “Listen here, kid. I don’t need no smelly, grubby, unemployed jackass drooling all over my daughter.”

Wait, what?!

Fuck.

“I don’t know what thoughts were going through your sick little mind, but that’s my little girl, and I will be damned if she fuels your pervy little spank bank! Do I make myself clear?”

Oh, if only he knew...

Even though Peter could easily take down the older man, he still finds himself shrinking back slightly.

He nods profusely. “Yes, sir, of course sir.”

“Good.” Jameson roughly shoves the check at Peter. “Now get the hell out of my office.”

Peter doesn’t need to be told twice as he dashes through the door, nearly running past Hoffman who expertly passes him the contract copy.

“Have a nice day!” Hoffman calls as Peter disappears down the hallway.

Omw, the text read from MJ.

Luckily, Peter had already planned for arrival; the apartment’s clean, the floors vacuumed, Febreez has been sprayed. Conditions were perfect. All he needed to do now was sit and wait, mindlessly tapping his fingers against his thigh, the events from earlier replaying in his head on some kind of torturous loop.

The sound of the key turning the lock fifteen minutes later had his pulse quickening. She was here. “I brought Chinese!” She called as she set the bags down on the dining room table.

Peter cuts right to the chase, barely lasting a second. “So. I met your dad today.”

MJ nearly drops the lo mein, her eyes blown wide. “Oh my God.”

Peter shrugs.

“I am so. So. Sorry.”

He tilts his head a fraction, brows wrinkling in confusion. “Why?”

“I don’t know how he find out,” She says, almost to herself. “I tried to keep this— us— hidden from him. He chases away any guy who comes close to me; friend, colleague… One time a teacher said I was a remarkable student and he— It doesn’t matter. I’ve tried explaining this hetero-normative, misogynistic bullshit to him, but it just goes right over his head. He’s always had this… toxic paternity complex. Like, I know that he loves me, I guess, but that’s no excuse.” She folds her arms across her chest, glancing away, her eyes welling in frustration. “And I just didn’t want him to scare you away.”

Peter puts his hands on her arms. “Woahwoahwoahwoah. Hey. It’s okay.” She looks up at him. “He doesn’t know about us. I just went to the Bugle today to sell a video of Spider-Man… and I saw your picture on his desk.”

Relief washes over her, and she puts a hand on her chest. “Oh, thank God.”

“Nothing to worry about.” Peter grins, before growing confused again, expression crinkling. “I thought your last name was Jones?”

“It is.”

“Then…?”

“So’s my Mom’s,” she elaborates. “They just never got married. Or stayed together, really.”

“Ah, gotcha,” Peter nods.

A comfortable silence fills the room, the food on the table surely getting colder by the minute. But MJ finds that her curiosity is growing too strong. She has to know.

“What did he say?”

Peter snorts, face scrunching as he scratches the back of his neck. “A lot. He totally freaked out when I said you were pretty.”

“He yelled at you for saying I was pretty?”

“Well… It wasn’t really yelling. Just angry whispering. And...” Peter turns bashful. “I said you were beautiful.”

A small smile cracks MJ’s expression, and she looks back down at their now intertwined hands. “Gross.”

“I know.” He cups her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin there as he stares deeply into her eyes. He leans in, placing a loving, lingering kiss against her lips. As he pulls away, they both sigh. “Just so you know…” He starts, voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes gaze adoringly into his; she’s not even trying to hide how mushy she feels at this moment.

“You’re always the star of my spank bank.”

“Wait, What?”

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