#anyway hopefully i can fix this.. i really don't want to do a whole wipe i dont want to delete my old art files 😭

[swordmaid]

managed to SUCCESSFULLY save my commission folder and transfer it over my work pc so at least i have that. rest of my art folder... good fucking luck ... 🫡

thoughts and prayers for my laptop bc there's something wrong with it and im trying to get it fixed but its not looking good 🙃🙃

[loves4ge]

like a moth to a flame

remus lupin x reader

sorry to my followers who thought i'd be uploading jjk content 😔😔

the sun was bright today, turning the pavement scorching and urging kids to try and cook eggs in the heat. you walk quickly down the road; your little sunhat providing meager protection but you're thankful for it regardless.

you glance at the watch fastened on your left wrist—it was the start of the afternoon shift for many service workers. including remus lupin. not that it mattered to you, of course.

of course.

you stop three paces from the quaint cafe, always bustling and a comforting sort of noisy. you fix your hair in the sideview mirror of a car parked near you, fluffing it up before smoothing it down again. pursing your lips, stuck between wanting to go in or touching up your lipstick. you decide on forgoing it.

ring!

the little bell attached to the door chimes when you step in, smiling. your gaze locks onto remus, dressed in the maroon uniform you see him in every weekend. he's only working here temporarily, while his friend who owns the cafe finds a permanent replacement for the weekend shift.

he turns, an easy grin on his face as he asks the next customer their order. his brown eyes twinkle. god really has favourites. you step into the queue. if people knew what you were doing, they'd call you a stalker. maybe you were one. you weren't sure. you'll have to search up the definition when you reach home.

after your coffee.

the line moves up quicker than you anticipated.

"hi, what can i get for you? our matcha iced tea is a new addition on the menu if you're interested." that low voice, raspy but warmed with honey. you could feel a dumb lovestruck smile sneak onto your face; you were a goner.

"oh, do you recommend it?" your voice comes out squeaky. red blooms in your cheeks out of embarrassment. hopefully he doesn't notice it.

"well, it does taste pretty good. but matcha isn't a match for everyone." the smile doesn't budge. you want to kiss him.

"er, i'll have one. in small."

"right away." he doesn't ask for your name; he asked for it all the previous times you came here. your grin stretches.

it doesn't take a long time for remus to hand you the matcha iced tea, your fingers brushing briefly. he felt warm in that small moment. you want to grab his wrist, not the cup.

"thank you," your murmur quietly, cooling your warm, and embarrassingly sweaty hands with the cup of iced tea. flavored in grass. why did you choose this anyway? oh, remus likes it.

he nods, his grin unwavering. "enjoy."

you move to the side, letting the next customer step up, and find a small table near the window. as you settle in, you watch him work, his movements efficient yet graceful.

the cafe is bustling, and you lose yourself in the comforting noise, the hum of conversations blending with the clinking of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. the taste of matcha swirls in your mouth. you want to spit it out.

after a while, you notice remus wiping down a recently vacated table nearby. he glances your way and catches your eye.

"busy day?" you ask, trying to sound casual.

"always is on weekends," he replies, moving closer. "mind if i sit for a moment?"

your mind whirs, engine working on overdrive. "not at all."

he slides into the seat opposite you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. "needed a minute. how's the tea? don't tell me it tastes like dirt." there's a lilt of humor at the end of his sentence

you snort, shaking your head slightly. "it's good. different, but i like it." it did taste like dirt, a little bit. a whole lot, if you're being honest.

"glad to hear that," he says, leaning back. "so, what brings you here every weekend?"

you bite your lip; if he knew, would he label you a stalker? you didn't want to risk it. "i like the atmosphere. it's... cozy. and the coffee's great, of course."

he chuckles, a warm, inviting sound. "that's good to know. you always seem to catch my shifts, though."

you could feel red rush to your cheeks, your heart pumping blood faster. "just a coincidence, i guess." yeah right.

before the conversation can continue, the door chimes again, and a group of noisy teenagers bursts in, filling the room with chatter. remus glances over his shoulder and sighs.

"break's over, i suppose," he says, standing up. "enjoy your drink."

"thanks, remus," you reply, watching him walk away. as he returns to the counter, you sag back into your chair, and set the iced tea—which you had death grip on to calm your nerves—onto the table. there's a little napkin there that wasn't before. presumably, remus left it when he sat here.

curiosity makes you pick it up, it's plain other than the logo of the cafe in the middle of it. and of course, the phone number scribbled in black at the edge of it.

along with i won't be here next weekend, maybe we can still meet? xx

god, he was going to be the death of you.

[meenah-chan]

Brothers and a Broken Bone

An OM! GN! MC fanfiction (OM! Brothers & Now-dateables + Luke)

2.42k words

Genre: flangst probably

Trigger Warning: blood, broken bone, violence (probably) Self depreciation? Still, read at your own discretion.

A chaotic family. A fight broke out and then... "Snap!"

They were on the way to the Demon Lord's Castle. Being like their usual selves, seven demons of varying personalities is chaotic.

"I'll definitely kill you Mammon if you're not able to get my platinum Seraphim figurine back!"

"Stop fussin' around already! It's just a figurine—"

"Just a figurine?! That's the last limited edition platinum Seraphim figurine released during the final episode of Seraphim of the End! There are only 5 of it ever produced in the whole three realms!" ...extremely chaotic.

"Shut it, you're so so damn loud."

"Loud?! Then let me rip that useless ears off you!" Whilst just a few blocks away from the castle, the purple demon suddenly transformed and spring towards his scummy brother.

"Stop it already. You're making a scene—" Before Satan could finish his sentence, the book he's holding was hit by Mammon's stray hand and flew, knocking Beelzebub's burger off his hands.

"My... Burger..." Losing concentration he lost grip of Belphegor, who is on his back.

On his fall, Belphegor squash Asmodeus to the ground, who then broke a nail.

"My book..."

"My beautiful nails..."

"Mngh... the hell..."

A burger splattered on the floor. A dented book coated with mayo and ketchup. A broken nail. An interrupted sleep.

... Extremely chaotic indeed.

Simultaneously the demon brothers transformed, ready to join the brawl.

"Stop this, you fools!" A riot is the last thing Lucifer wants a few blocks away from Diavolo's abode. Yet, his words falls on deaf ears, causing a set of horns and wings to sprout from him.

And the eldest joins the battle.

Then there's MC, a mere human. "Hey! No fighting guys!!" ...with no one who want to listen to.

"Don't hurt each other!!" Still nothing.

They move closer and took a deep breath, but this time, they're eager to use a bit of force through their pacts. "CUT IT—Aww." yet before they could, they fail miserably. Knocked by whoever the brother is, MC lost their balance.

They twist to hopefully resist their fall. Still, MC's footing failed and instead fall face first.

Snap!

As if a twig cracks, Leviathan and Mammon's attention was drawn to the unsettling sound. And as if on cue— Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor's eyes followed.

A few feet away from them sits MC, blood profusely dripping off their nose.

MC rose on their feet but in a second, "Ahh..." They glanced on their lower right and lift their arm, as if nothing is bleeding.

Following the human's line of vision, blood suddenly drained from everyone's face. Well, except for the human themself.

"AHHHH!!" A shriek from Mammon and Asmodeus.

"Y/N!?" A shocked yell from Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan.

"..." And a choked silence from Leviathan and Belphegor.

"...It broke." at the end of their arm limply dangles their forearm from the elbows. MC just looked at it as if nothing's out of place. They then glance to the stiff brothers a few feet away from them. "So, y'all cool down a bit?"

The brothers are anything but cooled down. They are so terrified they couldn't even move on their s spot.

And as if to trigger the demon brothers alot more, they swish their arm a little bit, the dangling forearm swinging like pendulum.

The first one to return to his composure is Lucifer, pulling out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding of Y/N's nose.

Satan followed, removing his blue jacket and sling their right arm around their neck. "I can't find anything hard to support your arm so please make do with this for now... damn, that fucking hardbound book's useless..." He mumbled the last phrase gritting his teeth.

"... Let's head to the Demon Lord's Castle first." Lucifer may looked he is composed outside but inside, he is a total mess. Everytime he loosens the pressure of his hand on their nose, blood will come dripping off with no sign of clotting at all. Just a bit more of ant stimuli and he will certainly be panicking like his brothers.

Noticing it, MC took the handkerchief from Lucifer and hold it in place themself.

Beel on the other hand towers over them and carry them.

"Does it hurt? Am I the one who hit you?" A crying Mammon hovers over them, hesitant of touching a single strand of his human.

"O-Of course it hurts, you idiot! We just broke MC's arms!" Leviathan is also a crying mess, standing beside Mammon.

"Not really. It is throbbing but numb." They reeled their arm once more, alerting everyone.

"DON'T DO THAT!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hahahahahaha!! Looked at that priceless faces. Are you in a choir?"

"Hey, no fooling around! You're injuries are serious!" Asmodeus snaps.

"What if you worsen it?! You want to lose your arm, huh?!" Belphegor added.

"Why would I listen to any of you?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Stop being childish and unreasonable. We're just thinking about you."

"Ohoh~? Did I heard it right? Childish and unreasonable? Aren't you describing yourselves awhile ago before injuring me with your bickering?" Condescending laugh. They received an insulting laugh from a mere human, yet no one utter a single word for defense.

Amidst the chaos, three forms appears opposite to their destination. "Hey guys, aren't you going to the Demon Lord's Castle too? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" As Simeon, Luke and Solomon approached the frozen brothers, MC jump off Beel's grasp and went to them.

"MC, what's with that jacket?" Luke held the hem of their shirt with a concerned look.

"It's nothing, just broke my arm. Come on, let's go to Diavolo and leave that matured and reasonable bunch." MC is smiling but the three could hear the spite in their voice.

"Wait—You WHAT?!" The eyes of the three almost bulged out of their skulls in surprise.

"Don't worry, I can't feel it. Let's go before the numbness disappears."

Through Solomon's magic, they manage to stop the bleeding and hold the arm from swinging. The four arrived at the the Demon Lord's Castle safely, leaving the brothers behind.

"MC, what happened?" As soon as he sees their state, Diavolo react fast and guide them to the nearest sofa.

"It was an accident. Is it possible to fix this?" Barbatos entered the room from a door different from what they used. He is carrying with him a first aid. Their guess is either— he left the room as he saw them or, he already predicted this will happen and came prepared. Either way, he didn't questioned them and instead act calm and efficiently as ever. Though when MC look closely, they can see an ever subtle crease between his brows.

Shortly after Barbatos appeared, the seven brothers arrived to the room, silently stayed in the corner.

"Solomon, I believe you have knowledge of healing spells, don't you?" Barbatos asked, wrapping the injured arm carefully yet fast.

"Yes, but it will take a few days to completely heal a torn ligament."

"I also have some speeding-up spells under my sleeves. I think combining it will heal MC's arm by daybreak." After Barbatos patch them up, Luke approach MC, with Simeon a step behind him.

"Are you o–okay? Does it hurt?" Teary-eyed he hold their knee, looking into their eyes.

With their uninjured hand they caress Luke's cheek, wiping the tears off his eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all. I will be alright in no time. A sweet little angel is blessing me after all."

"That's right Luke. Solomon and Barbatos are also forming a spell to return MC's arm to normal."

"Now, listen everyone." Diavolo stood in the middle of the room, calling everyone's attention. "I believe MC and the brothers have something to discuss in private. While Barbatos and Solomon are constructing a spell in the next room, I hope Simeon and Luke to come with me to give them privacy."

"I bet they are the one who caused MC's injuries! I don't want to leave MC alone with them!"

"It'll be okay Luke. They will be careful and won't do it the second time. Am I right, guys?" Simeon spoke calmly to soothe Luke but a hint of distaste still managed to reach the ears of the brothers. "Now come, let's leave them for a while." A reassuring smile from MC to Luke, and a thankful nod from Lucifer, to Diavolo and Simeon are passed before the others left the room.

"MC..." Approaching them, the brothers line up in row a meter away from them, Lucifer speaking in the middle of the line. "We would like to apologize for our... foolishness. Won't you forgive us? We're ready to do anything to earn you again."

"... I'm not really angry with you guys. Just upset and disappointed, with myself. Well, maybe I'm also sad because of you."

"MC..."

"Quarrels are normal with siblings. But it hurts to see you guys on each other's neck, ready to kill each other any moment. I mean, we're family. I should be able to stop you guys from doing something you'll definitely regret later. Yet here I am, a mere weak human who couldn't even do anything about it."

"It was like you guys calling me a family is nothing but a title. That without the pact, I am but a useless design that would crumble at a slight flick. I'm so weak and useless it's so upsetting."

"You're not weak nor useless!!" Mammon yelled.

"Yes I am. Look at this arm that snapped like a flimsy twig." MC slightly raised the arm with broken bone, which is starting to throb in pain. Pain that will definitely cause their tears anytime soon. Yet despite the pain still not surfacing completely, a greater pain within their chest caused tears to fall anyways.

"Look at me MC," Lucifer knelt in front of them, wiping the tears away from their eyes, "You, by any means, are not a weak person."

"Staying by our side after everything that happened, shows that you're a strong person." Satan strokes their head, smiling.

"That's because I really love you all. Because I want to be with you."

"We love you too, MC." Asmodeus also knelt beside Lucifer, taking their hand to his lips for a kiss.

"You're the most precious person to us, MC. We don't want you sad so please smile."

"Y–You know you're the Henry of my life! I vow I won't cause you pain. No–I'll protect you from all the sufferings in this world the best that I can!" Standing behind Lucifer, Leviathan fist-pumped.

"You're the best cuddle partner for me. Get well soon so we can take a nap without any problems." hugged MC from behind, burrying his face on the crook of their neck.

Mammon had enough. "Let go, you pricks! No touching to my human! What if you worsen their injury, huh?!" He especially tried peeling the fifth and seventh born from their intimate touch with MC.

"You're just jealous you couldn't hug them."

"Or kiss their hand." Asmodeus planted another peck onto their palm.

"N–No, of c–course not!" Mammon blushed profusedly while he held his hands over Asmodeus to stop him the third time.

"Pfft—Hahahahahahaha!" Being able to lift the pain off themself and hearing the brothers cheer them up, MC laughed with light heart, also lifting the veil of sadness and guilt from the brothers' chests.

The room was filled with smiles and laugh, fortifying the bonds of the big family they have.

"I'm sorry for interrupting everyone,"

"GWAAAHHHH!!" Leviathan and Mammon screamed in surprise as Barbatos appeared in the room with neither warning nor sound. Not only the purple and whitehead was taken aback. Everyone went stiff for a second except MC who is facing the door directly and saw Barbatos enter.

"The spell is done in the other room. If you may allow me, I would like to take MC."

On the doorway stood Solomon, holding back his laughter from the scene, engraving the comical shocked faces of everyone to the back of his mind.

"You could've knocked before entering you know..." Satan sighed.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I would like to bring them as soon a possible." Barbatos slightly bowed with his usual formal smile.

"... I see. Please do." Lucifer held his temple for a second before rising on his feet and giving way to the butler. If he knew, the butler definitely did it intentionally as a payback.

"If you'll excuse me." Barbatos took MC's other hand and in a snap, sling it to his nape, carrying MC in his arms like a princess.

"Oi! Let go! I'll carry them myself!" Mammon yelled at Barbatos' action. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Yeah, you might drop MC from being too flustered." Asmodeus agreed, squealing at the thrilling sight before him.

"Beel, you carry MC." Belphegor nudged his twin. "Okay, I will."

"No, I don't think that's possible." Diavolo entered the room, interrupting any more attempt of the demon brothers of taking MC. Simeon is with him, while Luke made a beeline to his baking teacher and MC.

"Now that you settled everything with MC, we will now discuss your punishment for the incident."

"...What?" Belphegor and Satan raised an eyebrow from the Crown Prince's statement.

"Yes. Punishment. I entrusted MC in your care thinking you can protect them. Instead you caused them pain. I'll be lying if I said I'm not disappointed."

Although Lucifer thought of the possibility of punishment but to hear the word disappointed from Diavolo's lips, directed at him, his loyal prospect hits him hard.

"...Yes. I understand, Diavolo."

The stunned faces of the brothers, including Lucifer pulled the last string of composure within Solomon, freeing the dam of his loud laughter. Simeon also chuckled with him.

"Okay, let's start. Barbatos, Solomon, proceed to the other room to tend MC's injuries. Simeon will also help with the discussion."

"As you wish, Young Master." "Okay." Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon replied simultaneously.

"Will do. How about you, Luke?"

"I'll go with MC."

"W–Wait! Can't we just settle this without any punishment? MC did say they're fine already. Right, MC?" Mammon held Barbatos halfway to the exit.

"As much as I want that, I can't really oppose Diavolo's decision. And you did dig what you sow, so... Condolence, I guess?"

"You heard her." Diavolo added.

"B–But, BUT—"

"MAMMOOOON..."

"EEK—!"

And thus, the trial begins.

I dunno why I wrote this seriously 😂🤣 I just thought I want to write a comedy fanfic with all the characters but I just noticed my plot is a bit dark to make this a comedy at all. So I made it a fluffy angst instead sksksksk 😆😆✌️

Also posting A Smear of Blood soon after.

Masterlist

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Wiping his cup before drinking prank (TikTok)

Wiping his cup before drinking prank (TikTok)

Warning: kissing??

Pairing: Peter x fem!reader

Status: dating <3

Y/n POV

I was just scrolling through TikTok, sitting in peters bed waiting for him to come back from his patrolling.

*text from: lovey 🧸*

Lovey 🧸: hey y/n/n I'm getting Starbucks, want some? 🤓

Y/n: yess plssss 🥺

Lovey 🧸: okk what do you want? Ur hot drink order or cold one?

Y/n: ummm the cold one pls

Lovey 🧸: on it 😉

Y/n: thx bubs

Lovey 🧸: no problem, love

Ugh I don't deserve him, while I was waiting I organized his room a bit, he's been working really hard lately he can't even clean his room properly, so I decided to do it for him.

After cleaning up peters room I went back to his bed and kept scrolling on TikTok, until I found a video that caught my eye.

The video is about a girl wanting to try her boyfriends drink but instead of just drinking it she wipes his cup, and the boy looked hurt and confused, I really want to do this to Peter, it'll be hilarious!

So I set up my phone just below the desk, because I was sitting on the ground and waited.

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Peters POV

I just entered the elevator to my apartment with my girlfriend and i's drinks, I was so tired from patrolling and I couldn't wait to see y/n, she always makes me feel better after my morning patrols on the weekends.

DING

The elevator stopped at my floor, and I grabbed my keys walking to my door. I opened it and said:

"BABE?" while closing the door, looking for my beautiful girlfriend.

"IN UR ROOM!" She answered, I smiled gently and walked to my room

"Oh there you are" I smiled, "got your favorite drink" I said.

"Ugh you're the best!" She beams giving me grabby hands.

"uh uh uh, what's the magic word?" I ask grinning

"really?.." she says clearly annoyed (in a joking way), I gave her the 'you gotta say it I or I won't give it to you' look, "ugh...Spider-Man's the hottest avenger" she blurts out.

"actually it was "Spider-Man could beat any of the avengers ass, but that's a good one too" I say shrugging.

"hey that was never a magic word! You just want me to say your the hottest because you saw me drool over Bucky" she playfully slaps me, I just laugh and give her, her drink.

Y/n POV

So I got my drink and it tasted sooo good! Like always, I wanted to start the prank before he notices the camera, but before I ask, Peter suddenly grabs me by my hips and puts me on his lap, I look at him confused but he just had this stupid grin on his face.

"wipe that grin off your face Parker" I say, shifting in his lap to be comfortable, I just ended up straddling him.

"I missed you" says softly, which literally made me melt, he knows I can't resist his face when he does that, "I missed you too" but before I could say anything else, he puts his hand behind my neck and kisses me, his kisses are soft and sweet, and makes you feel like you never want to stop.

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Suddenly, aunt may knocks on the door, and literally in a split second Peter lifts me up and puts me on his top bunk, I don't even know how he did it, but it happened so quick i couldn't process what happened.

"heyy! i just wanted to tell you guys that im ordering pizza- why are you guys out of breath?" she asks curiously

"oh uhh, he was chasing me, because i said that bucky was the hottest avenger" i say quickly trying to make an excuse.

"oh haha well he definitely has a reason, no ones hotter than my little boy" she says grabbing his cheeks

"mayyyy!" peter complains which makes me laugh.

"anyways peter can you help me with the groceries?" may asks and both of them leave the room, i took that chance to fix the camera because it had been recording for 10 minutes now and just wait for him, hopefully i can do the prank now.

"ok sorry about that" peter barges in and flops on his bed.

"no problem, what do you wanna do now?"

"OHHH CAN WE WATCH STARWARS!" "he beams the smile never leaving his face.

"sure! but can i try your drink first? it looks really good, what is it?"

"oh uhh its just a vanilla milkshake but here try it" ok go time

i took his drink, and took a napkin from my back pocket that was secretly meant for this prank and wiped the cup. peter looked at me intently, and tilted his head like a puppy.

"what are you doing?" he asks, he looked kinda hurt and reeeally confused, i was trying not to laugh coz that would ruin the whole thing!

"oh nothing just wiping the cup" i said nonchalantly like its not a big deal.

"b-but why?" oh he's definitely hurt now, aww i cant stand him sad! no y/n keep it together

"because of germs and everything" i try to play it cool

"germs?! GeRmS" he says making fun of me "we just made out 10 minutes ago!" he says not believing me, i couldn't contain my laughter so i was giggling a bit

"i don't know its just to be safe" i shrug my shoulders

"excuse me?? you know what, come here" oh no "wha-" then peter suddenly grabs me again and kisses me sloppily, i obviously didn't want to stop so i kissed back. After a couple of seconds he pulls away, "now what happened to the GeRmS" he asks, saying 'germs' in a weird way.

"'laughs' nothing!" i couldn't stop laughing now, his face was hilarious, "it was a prank babe, im not disgusted by drinking from the same cup" i say, clutching my stomach from laughing so hard

he was relieved and happy but still annoyed from what happened "baaaaaabbe." he grumbles "i really thought you were disgusted, not that you cant be its okay if you are, but it made no sense i literally hand my tongue all of over your throat like 10 minutes ago so i got so confused! and not gonna lie, a little hurt"

"eww peter! but no im not disgusted don't worry" i pout, sitting back down and hugging him. "from now on, your only drinking from my cup" he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"what? so i cant have my own cup?" i ask laughing.

"just for today, its payback for pranking me" he says grinning, "wait- is there a camera? WAIT THERES A CAMERA?" he says worriedly "DID IT JUST RECORD OUR WHOLE KISSING SESSION?" I laughed again, worried peter is just so funny.

"now everyone will know that nerdy shy boy peter knows how to kiss a girl" i say smirking.

"y/nnnnn" he grumbles hiding his face in my neck, at this point i couldn't even talk so i just pointed under the desk, when he saw it he looked at me like he's ready to attack.

"ugh you little-"

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[lousimusician]

Sex Pollen Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Peter decide to break into your dad's lab when Peter comes across an interesting plant.

A/N: This is me aggressively ignoring the events of endgame by writing something with Peter. Also I think that movie fixed my writers block because I've been writing nonstop this whole week.

Warning: Language, smuttyish(kinda)

[Peter and the Reader are both 18]

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Peter quietly observed you while you were hunched over your desk in the corner of your room, playing around with a piece of technology you stole from your dad.

Peter was currently on the ceiling, looking down at you. He was incredibly bored and as much as he loved to just admire you while you concentrated, he couldn't stand the silence that came with it.

He watched as you quietly got frustrated and leaned back in your chair, head back and eyes closed. Peter took this as his que and slowly lowered himself, upside down from the ceiling by a web. He stopped once his face was leveled to yours. He watched as you took in calming breaths, and the little furrow in your eyebrows form, telling him that you were thinking.

To say he was completely and utterly crazy for you was an understatement. Peter was head over heels for you and was pretty sure he'd die for you if it came down to it.

He felt his cheeks redden as he realized he may have been gazing for a little too long and realizing how creepy that was, decided to break the silence by saying, "I'm bored."

Your eyes shot open as you sat up quickly, banging your head against Peter's. "Oww." You whined. You pushed your chair back, putting some distance between the two of you so you could see him better. "Peter! Don't scare me like that."

Peter smiled sheepishly, rubbing the spot on his forehead that you bumped. "Sorry but, I'm bored." He said again.

You shook your head, fighting the smile that tugged on your lips. "Then go do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, be Spider-Man. I'm sure there's someone that needs to be saved." You said, maneuvering around him, to pick up the tech you were playing with. "How do you do that?" You said, referencing his position, "Doesn't all the blood rush to your head?"

"No." He said simply. "I don't wanna go out. I want to hang out with you."

"Aren't you literally doing that right now though." You smirked. As you admired the wiring you were staring at. 

"Ha ha ha." He said sarcastically. "I mean, I want to do something fun."

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and immediately found yourself giving in. "Fine," you sighed. "How 'bout a movie?"

"I dunno, we always watch movies."

"Okay then do you wanna go out or something?"

"No." He said shaking his head. "Whenever we go out together you get too much attention."

You paused. "...Well, my dad has been working on a new suit for you, if you wanna check it out."

"Wait really!?" Peter suddenly exclaimed, jumping up, which caused him to fall down on the ground, making you laugh loudly. "Shut up." He grumbled.

"Anyway, how does sneaking into Tony Stark's lab sound?"

"It sounds great, let's go!" He said, excitedly jumping up and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him.

~~~~~~

While the two of you were scheming on how to break in. Bruce Banner had currently been the only occupant of the lab.

He stood with a gas mask on his face as he studied a plant in front of him.

A week ago, the Avengers had gone on a mission after a few aliens landed on earth and claimed they wanted to "Take over the planet". It had been pathetic really, the aliens were wiped out in half an hour.

But while on this mission, after Hulk had finished "smashing" the last of the aliens, he had reverted back to himself. Finding that Hulk had taken him onto one of the alien ships.

Bruce looked around at the strange tech, while he stood up, already heading for the exit. That was until something had caught his eye and started to draw him in like a moth to a flame. 

It had been a plant.

It stood tall, about seven feet in height. It was absolutley beautiful. It had pink flowers that mimicked the shape of a heart and it was quite literally glowing.

Bruce touched the plant, his fingers coming back covered in a pink dust, which he naturally assumed was the flowers pollen. He leaned in, realizing it smelled familiar.

But the strangest thing happened after.

His heart started to practically beat out of his chest and before he knew it Hulk had come back.

Once he had calmed down and turned back into himself an idea struck him. He quickly plucked a flower off the plant and stuck it in a box that he found in the corner of the ship.

Not a single Avenger questioned why he now carried a box with him on the ride home.

And now a week later, Bruce stood in front of the plant which had grown two feet after it had been replanted, running tests on what exactly it could be.

"Ah Banner." Thor's booming voice sounded, as he stepped into the lab. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to-" Thor stopped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked at the plant that sat in front of Bruce. "Why do you have that plant?" He asked genuinely curious.

Bruce looked up at Thor, surprise written all over his face. "Wait, you know what this is?" He said, voice muffled by the mask. He stepped around the table to approach Thor.

"Of course." Thor said, mildly offended. "Where did you get this?"

"Found it after the mission last Friday. It made me turn into Hulk, so I figured it could be useful if Hulk ever chickens out on me again." Bruce quickly explained. "What kind of plant is it?"

"It's called a Sex Pollen Plant." Thor said, stepping around Bruce to approach the plant. "It belongs to that specific race of aliens we fought. The plant helps the aliens to breed since they find it very difficult on their own."

Bruce scrunched his face in shock. "What does it do?"

"The pollen arouses the alien that breathes in the pollen- that may be why you turned into the Hulk, it raised your heart rate. I'm immune to it of course."

"Wait- I brought a sex plant into the compound." Bruce asked in shock, utterly horrified of his own judgement on the situation.

"Yes and I suggest you get rid of it. I have heard the affects of the pollen on a human could be very severe."

"H-how do I get rid of it?"

"Hm, I suppose I'll do it then. How have you been able to contain it?"

"I had this box I took from the alien ship, but it's too big now, so I've been putting it in one of the quarantine rooms just in case."

"Alright, come with me. I may have something that can help dispose of it safely." 

"Okay, let me just lock up the lab." Bruce said.

The two of them stepped out of the room and Bruce pulled off his gas mask once the lab was locked.

Thor and Bruce headed towards the elevator, walking through the living room where the two spotted you and Peter sprawled out on the couches. They shot you two a greeting before leaving.

Peter's head snapped towards you. "I can't believe sending in Thor actually worked. Do you think either of them know what we're planning?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, I was too vague when I told Thor to get him out of the lab, and I love the guy but he isn't exactly the smartest person I've met. Now let's go, I don't know how long we've got." You said, trailing ahead of him.

You easily unlocked the lab, Peter following behind you.

As usual the lab was filled with tables with piles upon piles of weird tech, ranging from projects your dad or Bruce had been working on to discarded scraps that should've been tossed or moved out.

You immediately got distracted from the task at hand when you spotted one of your father's latest projects, "Alright, go find your suit." You muttered, walking towards the table.

Peter looked around the lab, trying to find some sign of the new suit he'd hopefully be getting soon. But to be honest, it was a bit of a wreck. With two scientsist's working there, the lab got a bit messy. So instead of Peter being able to locate the suit, which actually was placed nicely in the back of the room, his eye was drawn towards something else.

And it was beautiful, and definitely something he's never seen before.

Off to the side was a plant that had stood at two feet. Pink and glowing. And it was as if he couldn't control his movements while he walked towards the plant.

Now standing in front of it, his finger traced the petals of the glowing flowers, making his index finger come back with a pink dust on it, which he could only assume was its pollen.

He leaned in, breathing in it's scent.

He expected a normal flowery smell but, instead it smelled like you.

He pulled away for a second, and narrowed his eyes at the plant in confusion. But only for a few seconds, before being compelled to smell it once again.

Peter's eyes fell closed as he let the scent dance around him. There was no other way to describe it other than it being completely you.

Sweet and calming. It smelled like lavender and jasmine, with a hint of peaches, your perfume, your body wash, your shampoo, and that very specific scent that belonged to you and only you.

Peter was completely lost in it, breathing in deeply, treating it as if it was a drug he could never get enough of. The different layers of your scent completely engulfing him, making him feel warm and content.

His chest blossomed with warmth that spread down all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and to the very crown of his head, that made his whole body feel like it was buzzing.

But he snapped out of the trance he was in when he felt a rush of blood travelling south. He tensed up, quickly turning around to see if you were still distracted.

He turned back around and backed away from the plant. And that was when he had noticed his spider senses had been going haywire. The hair on his arms standing up straight as goose bumps rose.

And whatever the plant had did to him was getting worse.

He felt warm, too warm. Like he'd start to melt soon.  

He leaned on the table behind him, panting. A flood of arousal coursing through him. 

From the end of the lab you heard Peter's panting breaths, causing you to look up and see his hunched over form leaning on the table behind him, sliding onto the ground.

"Peter?" You asked in concern. "You okay?"

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his eyes shut tight, trying to gain control of himself. But it wasn't working, inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind immediately wandering to what you would sound like letting out high pitched whines and moans of his name with that same voice, while he bent you over one of the tables and pounded into you hard.

He moaned at the thought, your eyes widening in shock at the sound not quite sure if he was in pain.... or if it was something else.

You stared at what was in front of him on the table, and knew whatever it was was the cause of Peter's state right now.

You quickly ran over, crouching down next to him.

You gasped, "Oh my God." His face was bright red as a thin layer of sweat collected on his skin. He was out of breath, eyes screwed tightly shut. But what caused your own face to turn red was the very prominent buldge in his pants. You cleared your throat. "Peter can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes but immediately wished he hadn't, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you. Eyes trailing over every bit of exposed skin on your body, just picturing what it would feel like pressed against his own.

"(Y-Y/N)." He stuttered out a whine. "I-I-...S-something's...happening."

"Oh, shit." You cursed.

Peter wanted nothing more in that moment to pull you down into a kiss and pin you to the floor, grinding his hips into yours, but he still had enough mind to know how wrong that would be.

"Okay, alright, okay. This is what I'm gonna do." You said frantically. "I need to find Bruce-"

"No... d-don't go.." He didn't know why but he knew that if you left, it would only get worse. That even just your presence made him feel a little better and that he might just go insane if you left him. "Please... s-stay.."

It was too overwhelming, instead of his senses being dialled to 11 it felt like they were at a fucking 20 now. Hyperaware of you and only you, every movement, every breath, the beating of your heart, everything.

"What? B-but Pete-"

A gasp cut you off. Your head snapped towards the doorway, where Thor and Bruce stood.

"Thor, the kids got in." Bruce said in terror.

"B-Bruce!" You yelled in relief. "I- I don't know what's wrong with him- he just sorta collapsed, and he's acting really strange."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, this isn't good." Bruce said rushing over to Peter. "Thor how do we fix this."

Thor looked down at him in pity, standing next to Bruce who was crouching on the opposite side of where you were. "The only known cure for someone who has been contaminated by a sex pollen plant is, well..sex."

Your head snapped towards Thor. "W-What?" You shrieked. "Is that what that thing is?" You started yelling angrily.

"Yes, and it must be with whoever's scent he smelled on the plant."

"Oh for fuck's sake, who brought a sex plant into the tower!"

"F-fuck, (Y/N)." Peter moaned loudly, eyes training on your figure. Getting more aroused at just how fucking hot you looked when you were mad. 

"Ah," Thor said, coming to a conclusion. "And it would seem that it would be you Lady (Y/N)."

You cleared your throat, opting to ignore Thor's last comment. "Okay what are we gonna do?" 

Thor looked at you in surprise, "Lady (Y/N) do you not know what sex entail-"

"Shut up Thor. I know how it works- but there's gotta be another way to help him." You gulped, looking down at him.

Bruce sighed, "I think- I think I'm gonna have to tell your dad. I'm pretty sure this isn't something I can fix in an hour by myself."

You huffed. "Fine, but we can't leave him here. Let's take him to his room."

You reached out and grabbed his arm, but at the loud moan he made due to the skin to skin contact you let go.

"I probably should have mentioned." Thor started. "That you shouldn't touch him."

"W-what? Why?"

"(Y/N) Please." Peter whined, trying to grab your wrist but you quickly pulled it out of reach.

You looked up at Thor. "It'll make him," Thor paused searching for the right word. "Eager? And you don't want that if you plan on looking for another cure- see he's trying to touch you now." 

Thor was right, just that small bit of skin to skin contact seemed to have sent Peter into a frenzy. Your head snapped down at him, as you realized he was just about to put his hand up your skirt. You quickly grabbed his hand, holding it in a tight grip so he'd stop getting handsy. Your other hand quickly grabbing his free one too as it came nearer.

"Fine, then Thor take him to his room."

"N-no." Peter stuttered. "Please, I-I need you." He said as Thor picked him up, making you let go of the hold on his hands. "No! Let go!" He yelled at Thor. "(Y/N)!"

Thor headed for the door while Peter began struggling violently in his hold.

Bruce shook his head. "Tony is not gonna like this."

You scoffed. "Y' think?"

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You're perfect, no matter what he says about you. [x reader]

Headcanons of all my current fav characters from different fandoms. This was supposed to be something just to emotionally heal me. So this does kinda based off real life experience, except the part where the bois comfort me, man why can't i buy these guys in ebay as my legal husbands?

Characters involved: Alastor [Hazbin Hotel], Lafayette [Hamilton The Musical].

Would probabpy make part two with other characters uwu

Warnings: Cursing, Physical abuse, Parental abuse, The mention of Anxiety.

Summary: S/o never had a great relationship with their dad, and after another fight (which ended horribly wrong) someone decided to comfort them.

Alastor.

Hazbin Hotel.

You were in the Hotel, coolio. Basically you were chilling on the couch when suddenly you fell asleep, and after a few hours passed you woke up to find yourself in your room with blankets covering you, you were confused on how you get there.

You then get out of bed and noticed charlie calling you, probably a new demon that wanna check into the hotel.

You saw a demon that is kind of similar to you but wAy more big and looked kind of scary, he was holding a cigarette. At first you shrugged it off since having the same form of a demon can both mean you guys have made the same sin, or you are related.

You didn't really mind it at first until you asked him to sign in to the hotel, and he looked at you as if you're stupid. He laughed that everyone draws their attention to the both of you, you laughed with him to avoid being awkward.

"You do realize that i am nowhere wanting to go to this stupid ass hotel right? Pathetic, demons wanting to do some redemption just to go to heaven? They can't even take their own consequences of being a dick. Yeah no bitch, i ain't going to this hotel, especially if it filled with pussies"

You stumbled back, he was similar to you but is nothing like you. Yes you swore, a lot, but not this harsh. He basically scowls at you and you just gave him a light glare back. He didn't seem to notice it tho.

Then, it snapped inside your head. No wonder his voice was so familiar. You looked at him and took the chance to find out, if it is true, then you're probably double dead. But you convince yourself that even if he tries to hurt you, you were at the hotel, someone is bound to help you.

"Um, oh, i forgot to introduce myself.. I'm [Y/n] [L/n], nice to meet you.. Sir.."

And you were right. His eyes was wide for a second before it was replaced with disgust, he yanked your hand and you almost lost your balance.

"Of-fucking-course you are. Now wonder your voice reminds me of some bitch. No surprise seeing you here in hell tho, you were always nothing but a disappointment. Even god thinks so."

You basically trembled as eyes were sticking on both you and your "father". He then let's go of you harshly and you stumbled back before falling, demons around weren't helping either. Although some of them gave you pitiful looks, so you decided that maybe they just too scared to interfere. I mean, you would too.

"See? Pathetic. Even as a demon you're trash, and now you're trying to do this whole hotel thing? HahaA--"

Something pulled your dad back, and he was met by a pair of a sickeningly dark pair of eyes that you've known too well.

"Excuse me sir, but I'm pretty sure that that kind of behaviour is not allowed here."

Your "father" was surprised to see Hell's one of the most powerful demons defending you, he almost gives out a somewhat proud smirk, only for it to turn into a scoff. Thankfully, he was decent enough not to mess with Alastor, as he immediately got out the doors and hopefully not coming back.

"My dearest, are you alright?" oh and he comforts you throughout the day too, he almost swears to kill your dad (if that's even possible) but you immediately told him not to.

Either way, he is precious and would do anything for you. Would recommend getting yourself an Alastor, 10/10.

Marquis de Lafayette.

Hamilton: an American musical.

Hamiltime.

(I'm changing the writing style just becuz I'm in the mood)

You just got back from a long day hanging out with the Schuyler Sisters, and also the boys of course. Funnily enough, you and Peggy get along really well, and for the boys? Lafayette's definitely your favorite. Actually he's more than just your 'favorite', you're not even sure yourself, you just felt safe and nice inside when you're around him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A familiar deep voice that you've been scared for so long spoke up, you stopped dead on your tracks, trying to look calm. You then turned around to be met with a pair of deadly sharp and dark eyes piercing through you, in which you quietly gulped in response.

"I'm sorry i came back late, dad. I was with the Schuyler Sisters and-"

"You really think I'll believe that lying mouth of yours?"

Those words caught you off guard since you are, for a fact, not lying. You really were with Angelica and the others, and so you gave him your 'what are you talking about?' face, and he did not like that. He approached you, and you slowly but surely walked backwards, in hopes of getting away from him. When he was only a few inches from you, he spoke up again.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, who was that man with you? Who the fuck was he?" His voice low with growl as he fixed his sight to yours. You took another gulp of your own spit as he was starting to push you into a corner.

"I wasn't lying! I really was with The Sisters, that boy is just one of ou-"

Slapped

You could feel the hot print on your left cheek as it was burning with pain from the sudden hit, you hold it with your arm. This time you had enough, it was enough living in a world where girls don't have any rights, and you were absolutely not gonna let this man use that against you. Even if he is your blood.

"I'll ask you again, and this time i want an answer, not a rambling about some nonsense you pulled out of your ass."

You looked at him dead in the eye before finally giving an answer.

"Marquis de Lafayette. There, you have it. May i go now?" You said with disgust and anger lacing in every word. This made your so called dad shut up, before forcefully yanked you away. You ran to your room and find yourself falling asleep while crying, at this point all you wanna do was die. With all the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, you basically almost puked, and you still can't believe your mom left you with him. When you woke up, you checked the time. 11:36. At this rate, you could barely sleep again, and you didn't want to be in a house with that jerk anyways, so a brilliant-yet-kinda-dumb idea came to mind. You got out of the house quietly, you didn't want to even try spending the night there anymore, and to be honest, you didn't know where to go.

You could visit the Schuyler Sisters, yes, but going to the Schuyler Mansion at this time of night? Maybe not. You couldn't go to one of the boys' house either, that's just weird. And you didn't want to look like slut. So your thoughts just came to that one place, the place you and the rest of the gang met. The place where you and Lafayette met. The bar. Plus it's open twenty/four hours so it's not like you'll be trespassing.

And so you did what you thought you did. You go there, at first you thought that you would probably be alone in the bar considering how late it is, and that's a good thing considering the red burning mark on your cheek haven't left yet. But nope. The bar was actually kinda noisy, you looked inside to see Alex and his friends there getting drunk, and so you tried to avoid eye contact and go back outside. Well that was your plan until a certain drunk frenchman called you out.

"Mon amie, (Y/n)! Why are you here at this time of night? A beautiful mademoiselle like you shouldn't do that~" Lafayette slurred almost every word as he is drunk. You stopped dead on your tracks and turned around to smile at them, using your hair to cover the bruises left on your cheek. As you looked closely, you could see that Alexander is probably the only sober one out of the group, and not actually drunk.

"Yeah (Y/n), why are you here? Oh, you can come join us if you want to." Alex, the only stable one at the moment continued.

"That's a great idea Al! Come, mon amie! I'll buy you a drink."

Lord tell me how to say no to this-- But seriously, you wanted to go so badly but you barely even could walk out the moment you saw that smile. And so you just had to walk back, which all the boys cheered on.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)? You're awfully quiet,"

"Yeah, most of the time you're basically the one who can't shut up."

"Yo, talk if you want a free booze."

And yet you kept silent, although a silent chuckle can be heard only by yourself did rang through your ears. The boys were starting to get worried, especially with your new hairdo that covered half of your face.

"Huh, someone's actually denying free booze, something is wrong" Hercules said as he rubbed his nonexistent beard, Laurens just tried to swipe your hair away but you quickly slapped his hands away as soon as it was near your face.

"Sheesh, no touching your new hair, i get it. No need to slap me for it." He said with almost looks like a pout, this time the frenchman was asking you questions, and you didn't want to answer. But in the same time, you don't have the heart to ignore him.

"(Y/n), please, tell me what's wrong.. Why are you covering your face?" and now, you also wanted to die. That face, that damned face, god why can't you just ignore it like anyone else's? You let out a sigh as you finally lets all those emotions loose. Tears were pouring down your face almost as fast as Hercules chugging down a beer, and you could barely took any control of them. You buried your face in Laff's shoulder, him petting your head as you realease all your burdens and tears at the same time. The others were stunned, but is confused on what to do, so they just wait for you to stop crying before saying anything that could make you more emotional, if that's even possible.

You wiped your tears, and when you go to wipe the remaining liquid on your left eyes, you unconsciously exposed the big red mark on your left cheek. Boy, little did you know that they'll immediately turn into interrogators in less than a minute.

"(Y/n). What is this?" Hercules' voice rang first with what seems like anger, second came Alex, with his voice that sounded way more than just 'worried'.

"Who the fuck did this?" He said as he tried to put your hair behind your ear, you avoided his touch and just sinks more into Lafayette's embrace, who's weirdly being quiet through this, although his gaze didn't seem to left you at all.

"(Y/n), Let us take a look. I can't believe someone actually did that to you." It's true, you never told anyone about your 'daddy issues', you didn't want to gain any pitty. Time went on and it's almost One AM now, Laff's gaze didn't seem to have left you, in fact, they were stern, it didn't helped the fact that he haven't said anything in the past hour.

You ended up getting cornered and so you told them, about everything that was happened last night. They. Were. Furious. It didn't surprise you though, if your friend were going through the same thing, you'd probably ready to murder someone too.

"(Y/n), does zis 'ave something to do with me?" You immediately flinched. The reason you were slapped was because you didn't want to tell your dad about Lafayette, and he basically could see it through you. He immediately cursed himself, blaming everything that he thought he did wrong. With a little explanation and help from Alex and the others, you got him to calm down and kissed him in his cheek. In which he responds with a blush acrossed his face.

In the end, Lafayette asked you to stay with him for a while and said it was "the least he could do." Basically you were treated like a princess, nothing major happened other than cuddles and venting, he would pat your head and hold you close when you started crying. Sometimes he would kiss your forehead and says sweet nothings to you. He insisted to sleep on the couch while you took the bed, and ever since, the guys would act like your brothers, especially Laurens and Mulligan, they would actually shower you with new dresses and act proud whenever you and Lafayette had "a step forward". (They became your personal wingmans too.)

Not long after, The schuylers took you in, or more like - dragged you in. Philip Schuyler had left the Mansion to his daughters, and so which give them the opportunity to make you their roommates. You four would just chill at night and trash talk your dad when wanted to. (courtesy of big sis Angie™).

Alex on the other hand, was determined to make your dad looked like a fool, even though you told him countless times that he didn't need to do that. He would write about your dad with headlines like "Man Treats Daughter Worse Than Slave" or something like that. In which you laughed about, somehow you still feel bad about the amount of hate your dad gives, but you also feel as if he deserves it for hitting you all those years.

The last but not least, Lafayette. The man asked you out after you moved with the Schuylers, he said he's lonely now that you're not with him and he missed you, he also said that was the time he realized he had feelings for you. You immediately said yes and have been courting with him ever since. Honestly he's just the embodiment of love and cuddles, and you love him for every support he gave you.

[deadbiwrites]

28, supercorp please! :D "i don't care that it's 2:00am, we need pie."

(excerpt from an upcoming Culinary School AU...)

“I don’t care that it’s two AM, we need pie!”

Lena groans, head thunking heavily onto the workbench. “We’ve made 11 pies. None of them have worked. I need you to just admit you were wrong and accept the D you’re getting on your baking exam. We’re not even supposed to be in here this late.”

Kara frowns at this. “I’m not taking a D in baking, Luthor. Only idiots get D’s in Bake Tech.”

“If the Crocs fit…”

Kara valiantly ignores her. “C’mon, teach me something!”

Lena huffs and stands, brushing off the flour she can feel on her face. “I don’t even know what else I can teach you, honestly. I mean, we’ve been at this for hours, now- you might just be bad at baking.”

And Kara is. Like, she really is.

There’ve been flat, too-dense baguettes, loaves of bread that are tough because she kneaded them overzealously, lumpy muffins, and let’s not bring up the time she’d mixed up the sugar and salt for her pastry cream and had made a smooth, gag-inducingly salty mixture that’d had both of them sprinting to the nearest trash can (and Lena’s still not entirely convinced that that hadn’t been Kara’s attempt at a prank).

And now tonight, she’s made pie after pie after pie, and they’re all just… fucked, somehow. All in different ways. A crust that’s crumbly instead of flaky, a massive crack down the center of the pumpkin pie, burnt edges, forgot to blind bake before putting in the filling… the list of crimes against baked goods goes ever on. It’d be impressive, if it weren’t so sad.

Lena’s always thought herself a good tutor- she’s always managed to help her students improve by at least a full letter grade, and that’s something she’s prided herself on. But it seems she never realized that much of her success hinged on having had good students.

Not that Kara is a bad student. No, if anything, she’s one of the better ones- driven, dedicated, enthusiastic… she’s had Lena reevaluating the entire concept of idiot Culinary jocks a few times. But then she forgets to use oven mitts or a towel and burns the shit out of her hand, or Lena looks down to see the obnoxious Crocs Kara loves so much (“Mario Batali is a bad dude, and the fact that Crocs are associated with him is a crime. I’m gonna fix it.”), and the need to rethink the order of things vanishes.

Kara’s pouting down at her with big, sad eyes. “Please? One more try?”

Lena sighs. “One. One more. But if you fuck up again, I’m going home.”

“So if I don’t fuck up, you’ll stay?” Kara asks hopefully.

Lena wipes a smear of blueberry filling from two pies ago off of Kara’s nose. “I’m going home either way.”

“Rats.”

Lena snorts. “Alright, c’mon. What other ones are on your list?”

Kara flips through her list. “Um…. lemon meringue! Oh, I like lemon meringue!”

“You like everything,” Lena chuckles, clearing her throat when she hears the fondness in her own voice. “And no, we’re not doing a lemon meringue.”

“Aw, why?”

“Because I seriously don’t have the mental or emotional fortitude to watch you destroy a hundred eggs tonight. Stick to easy stuff.”

Kara blows a raspberry at her, but she grins after, so it’s probably fine.

Two hours later, they sit, watching as the pie cools on the rack. Kara hovers anxiously in the background.

“It looks good, right?”

“It does,” Lena confirms, surprised herself.

“And the edges aren’t too brown?”

“Golden and perfect.”

“Pecans are, um… nutty?”

“Kara, it looks great, okay? Honest.”

Kara lets out a breath. “Okay, sorry, just… I’ve been, like, super nervous about this class… pretty much the whole time I’ve been at NICA, ‘cause I know I suck, and you’re being, like, so cool, helping me out and trying to help me get better and I just super appreciate all your time, and help, and, y’know, you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m not trying, or something, because I promise I am, I just suck, is all. And-”

“Kara,” Lena says, gripping the sleeve of her no-longer-white jacket and tugging her to a halt. “I know you’re trying. And you’re… getting better. A couple more months and you’ll be golden,” she assures her, setting up a joke that could possibly backfire but could also possibly cheer her up.

“My exam is in two days,” Kara says with that rare wry tone that Lena likes.

Lena puts on a showy grimace. “Oof, yeah, then you’re fucked.” Kara starts laughing, and Lena allows herself a grin. “Come on, if we leave the pastry lab looking like this you’re gonna get us both kicked out of the program.”

They clean the lab in companionable quiet, Kara no longer needing to ask where everything goes after several weeks of working in the lab with Lena. Once the dishes are washed and dried and stored away, the wooden tables are wiped, the floors swept, and the stainless appliances polished, they again approach the pie. It hasn’t fallen or started emitting a toxic gas as yet, so Lena is hopeful. They grab two plastic sporks that’ve been living in the student lounge for at least as long as they’ve been at the NICA.

Lena cuts into the pie, holding her breath and letting it out in a relieved woosh when it cuts clean and even. At Kara’s questioning look, she smiles. “Good so far.”

Lena ‘plates’ a slice on a napkin, and Kara watches anxiously as she takes a (very small) bite. “So?”

Lena chews thoughtfully. “Smooth, with a good crunch element from the candied pecans. Crust is light, flaky, but holds the filling… good flavor balance…” She grins over at Kara. “That is a B+ pie, Kara Danvers.”

Kara whoops, the sudden noise echoing in the empty kitchen lab. “Heck yeah!”

Lena watches with begrudging fondness as Kara leaps and dances around victoriously. “How’d you even think of chocolate pecan pie, anyway?”

“Oh! It’s my fo- eep!” She trips over seemingly nothing and crashes to the ground, taking a stack of stainless mixing bowls with her. 

Lena hurries over and finds Kara sprawled on her back and groaning (and what a sight that is), a large metal bowl over her face. She squats and lifts the edge hesitantly. “You okay?”

Kara’s flushed a brilliant red. “I’m dandy, just... very embarrassed.”

Lena laughs and flips the bowl off of her completely. “Why, are you trying to impress me? Because I have to say, you made good progress with the edible pie but lost it with the… this.”

“What? Impress- why would I wanna impress you?”

Lena grins, taking in Kara’s still-red face and how she avoids meeting Lena’s eyes. Huh. “No idea.” She looks around at the bowls. “You know you have to wash these again, right?”

Kara groans and drops her head back onto the floor. “I hate baking.”

[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Chocopies? Check. Hugs and cuddles? Check."

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"Hey baby?"

You hear your boyfriend call out from the kitchen. You were in the bathroom trying to get your hair into a suitable hairdo and fix your smudged makeup- you were way too tired last night to take it off and too lazy now to do a whole new face of makeup.

"Yes love?" You call back then grunt in annoyance when the mascara under your right eye stubbornly refuses to come off, resulting in looking like a black eye.

"Do you have any ch-.....-ies..?"

You missed the last part of what he said, you squint, trying to listen harder.

"I'm sorry love but I did not hear you at all! Can you say it again?" You call out to him.

"I said do you ha-....-ny......-ies?"

Oh for pete's sake.... you sigh heavily and drop your tired arm, then apologize again.

"Look, baby I'm sorry, I'll be out in a second ok? I just can't hear what you're saying."

You grab another Q-tip and put more makeup remover on it then successfully wipe the stubborn mascara off the under part of your right eye.

"Aha! finally....now I'll just..." You mutter under your breath while you pull out your mascara wand and start refreshing your eyelashes.

"Baby?"

You jump and poke yourself in the eye when your boyfriend suddenly appears in the open bathroom door right next to you.

"Ahh! Ouch! Ow, ow, gosh dang it."

Your boyfriend immediately looks regretful and apologizes profusely.

"Sorry baby! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, are you ok?"

You giggle and kiss him on the cheek to show him he doesn't have to worry. Then you try to keep your eye from twitching as you fan it slightly, it hadn't hurt that bad but it made your eyes water and you really didn't need that right now.

"What was it that you needed Honey?"

Your boyfriend scrunched his eyebrows together in thought for a moment, making you giggle, and then he snapped his fingers.

"Ah yes! I was wondering if you had any...uh....Chocopies...?" He draws out the words slowly and his eyes dart around, looking anywhere but your face.

You laugh at his adorable expression, the fact that he was embarrassed was so cute. Unfortunately, you didn't have the snack he was obsessed with recently.

"Aw, no love, I ran out a few days ago. I'm sorry."

His face fell, but a second later he smiled and waved it off, saying he didn't want one anyway.

"I mean, I should probably be careful of how many of those I eat....ya know?" He chuckled.

You booped his nose and turned back to keep fixing your makeup and as you did you said nonchalantly,

"Hmm, how about we go and get some from the store? I needed to get some groceries anyway, I have like, no food. And a Chocopie sounds amazing right now." You wink at him through the mirror and smile as his face lights up.

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"Careful baby, here." Your boyfriend grabs your hand and steadies you when an older man shoves past- jostling you on his way inside the subway.

You smile gratefully at him and squeeze his hand affectionately.

On a nice day, you two would walk all the way to the store; since it wasn't too far away. But it was hot outside and neither of you wanted to walk in the muggy heat, and standing on the sidewalk for who knows how long trying to get a taxi, wouldn't be much better. So the subway it is.

Subways were always cramped and uncomfortable; especially when rude people would knock into you without a second thought.

You feel a warm strong arm wrap around you protectively and pull you close. Leaning into your boyfriend's chest, you forget about the fact that you're crammed into a tiny space, standing uncomfortably. Your boyfriend kisses you on the top of your head and breathes in the scent of your new shampoo.

"Ohhhh, what scent is that? I love it."

You giggle and kiss his cheek, "it's cherry blossom, I saw it and wanted to try it out. I'm glad you like it."

"I do!.....hmm, but you know what scent would be even better?"

"No, what?"

He bends down and whispers in your ear, his soft breath tickling you.

"Chocopie scent...."

You pull back and smack him on the chest lightly, laughing at him.

"Oh my gosh, you're insane!"

"Why?? It would smell delicious!"

You roll your eyes, "you're definitely addicted to those things.."

He just smiles and winks at you before pulling you back into his protective hug.

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Finally off the subway and heading into your favorite grocery store, you feel a blast of blissfully cool air hit you right when you walk through the automatic doors.

"Ahh, oh my gosh this feels so good...just wait a second.."

You stand under the air vent that is responsible for blowing welcome coldness onto your sweaty face; your eyes closed in content. You don't realize that your boyfriend is watching you, smiling like an idiot.

Eventually you sigh and walk further into the store, grabbing a hand basket.

He follows you and just giggles at the way you walk; bouncing up and down a little and swinging the basket.

I love that girl.

"Come on slow poke~" you motion him to come catch up with you.

He takes a few long strides and catches up quickly. Then slips his hand into your free hand, entwining your fingers.

You smile at him and squeeze his hand, then start swinging your joined hands between the two of you. He just plays along and tries to hold back his laughs.

"Y/n? Ya know something?"

"What is it?"

"You're the cutest thing in the world and I love you."

"wha- I, I mean, ah haha" you stutter and a blush starts creeping up your neck. He just smiles at you and continues swinging your linked hands.

"What's the matter? Embarrassed?~"

"No, I just, thank you..... Iloveyoutoo.."

You rush out the last sentence and lift your hand that's still holding his to cover your face.

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"I told you it was aisle fifteen...."

"You did not you little liar you said thirteen!"

"Uh uh, I distinctly said fifteen...you just didn't listen."

"Well I distinctly heard, thirteen."

You pout and cross your arms. He definitely said thirteen. He rolls his eyes playfully and pokes your cheek gently.

"Well either way, we're at fifteen now so let's go get that ramen you wanted. Sound good?"

You humph and walk into aisle fifteen, your boyfriend only a step behind you. You reach the end of the aisle and turn around again; confusion written all over your face. Then you turn around again, then again and start going back to the other side of the aisle that you started at.

"Baby what are you doing?"

Your boyfriend follows you and gently takes your arm. "Where are you going?"

"It's not here.."

"Huh?"

"The ramen, H/n....it isn't in this aisle."

"oh....they must've moved it..."

"Or you were wrong."

"Hey don't blame me!! You come here all the time, shouldn't you know where the stuff you get is?"

"Ugh, whatever. They must have switched everything around."

"That's what I said!"

"Shush, don't bother me, I need to concentrate."

The store did happen to switch a few things around, which you learned from the employee you asked for help.

Going around the store was difficult because they changed stuff, but also because the man-child that was attached at your hip; pulling stuff off the shelves to examine them and ask if you wanted "this too" or "this looks interesting, you want it?" He was obviously bored and trying not to think about his Chocopies that had yet to get a seat in the now stuffed hand basket.

You loved him to absolute pieces and you weren't bothered by it one bit, it just happened to make the trip last a bit longer.

It went on like this for a while, you picking out some rice, him asking if you wanted this weird looking rice because the container had a silly picture on it, you agreeing because it was too cute to say no.

Picking out vegetables, and seeing him come over with two handfuls of mushrooms for you to see if you wanted them. Needless to say, you got the mushrooms.

At one point you were grabbing another spatula and saw him looking over some weird cooking utensils; his eyes glued to a strange plastic thing....what even was that? A lemon juicer? Or a garlic peeler? Maybe it was a potato shredder.....

He started to reach out and grab it but you called to him before he could bring it to your attention.

"Hey, H/n! Let's go to the snacks now!"

He looked up quickly and nodded; coming over to you and completely forgetting the strange object.

You took his hand and started walking briskly, you had to get him to the snack aisle before he convinced you to buy the whole store because you just couldn't say no.

Finally in his favorite aisle, his face lit up and he started walking down; looking along the shelves for his new obsession.

While he scoured the shelves you look around for something salty to snack on along with the Chocopies. You settle on some chips that you both liked and a small bag of dried squid for whenever you crave it randomly.

When you look up again you see him hurrying toward you with a box of the special treat clutched in his arms.

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"Ok, we're checking out now...is there anything else you need Y/n?"

"Umm, I don't think so....let me check everything off. Pls tell me if there's something missing."

"Alright." He takes the basket and waits for you to start saying what you got.

"Rice?"

"Check."

"Vegetables?"

"Check."

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Eggs?"

"Check."

"Cheese?"

"Check."

"Seaweed?"

"Ok wait hold on..."

"What? Did I forget that? Dang it I thought I got it."

"No, no it's here. The word "check" is losing all meaning to me though." You laugh as your boyfriend shakes his head, trying to clear it. You guys finish listing out everything until you come to the snacks, but you had taken the basket back and were heading up to the cash register.

He follows closely behind and whispers in your ear,

"Chips?"

You laugh, "check!"

"Dried squid?"

"Check!"

"Chocopies?"

"Check!

"Hugs and cuddles?"

"Check!....wait what?"

He just laughs and hugs you from the back, walking with you to check out.

"I want hugs and cuddles too." You can hear the pout in his voice.

"You can have them when we get home, with your Chocopies too, hm?"

He nods happily.

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Back in the comfort of your apartment after the long day of shopping; you quickly put everything away while he helps you, then you flop onto the couch.

He comes into the living room carrying the box of Chocopies and the chips you got. He sits down next to you and offers you the snacks, you smile tiredly and grab a Chocopie and a handful of chips, putting them on your tummy so you didn't have to hold them while you ate.

He munches away happily and pulls you into his chest.

"Thank you baby."

You look over at him and wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth.

"What for? You paid for the snacks, so thank you, love."

He shrugs and laughs, "thank you for going with me and for dealing with me at the store."

You laugh and cuddle into his side. Breathing deeply you start to relax; hearing the steady thumping of his heartbeat.

"I love you, H/n."

You feel him kiss your temple. Then start stroking your hair softly.

"I love you too, little cutie."

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Beuh I just put two and two together.

I hate benadryl. I do

And for that.. I will be pouring water into the rest of the pills I have on me annd wiping my hands of that whole disaster. Jesus it's getting on my nerves. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

It's gross. The taste is nasty, the side effects fucking suck, and I withdraw HORRIBLY. My eyes get red and puffy, nose gets red, I'm just constantly hot, I risk throwing up just by having an empty stomach, I get so moody, I stress so hard about it I now dissociate when I take em, my memory is worse, its harder to form a sentence

I cant take it anymore. I'd rather look like a horrible, shitty person that does literally nothing and absolutely HATE myself for it too than ever go back. Im done

It was a long and hard journey and I find it a bit ironic that it took me smoking weed to stop afterall

Ever since my attempt I just.. cant. I'm so grateful that I finally found some strong shit to replace that feeling. I'm wondering if im starting a problem with constantly needing to smoke tbh. But seriously... not having to worry about my fucking liver health and ulcers has been a forgotten blessing

I still hate the people of the r/dph subreddit. I swear it is the most useless place in the world. Not only do you rarely get anything but people talking about the hallucinative aspect of the shit but you ALSOO get shamed and sneered at when you actively have a problem. It's the stupidest shit I've ever seen. I felt so lost throughout all this. Slowly learning the dos and donts of this stupid substance was a process I wish I didn't go through

Anyway yeah. Fuck dph I'm tired of dealing with the effects. I don't even like the high anymore everytime I get on it as of lately I've just get mad and hurt myself with it. That's fucking all. And I'm tired of hurting myself. Shit is old

Annnd I'm gonna keep my head straight from here on hopefully. I don't really want to kill myself now that I see it's really the leftover benadryl talking. I uh... don't really want to go back to my old job.. so I'll be applying to some irl places instead. Hopefully that'll encourage to stop smoking so damn much as well. I'm going to call into sallie Mae snd hopefully get another deferment and my uni debt I'll be able to skate by this month but from here on I'll keep up with that better

I'll upload proof this time since I'm finally giving up my strict anonymity thing. Probably tomorrow.. I'm exhausted.

God uh for one, I already semi knew I'd be okay THE DAY I QUIT and I put in so many applications. I even got a response back.. but my dumbass was so hellbent on ending my shit I not only didn't call em back, I blocked they number so they couldn't try to do any followup. Stupid shit 😭

I think I'm glad I did it though. I wanna do something completely different this time and I applied to all office jobs. I know I'd run into the same issue if I do some more work from home officey/customer service shit rn

And hopefully... if nothing else.. I can save the money to make the appointments to get diagnosed. If I can manage just keeping a job for longer than 2 weeks, I'll make enough money to pay off my debts with no problem.

I dont want to smoke, I don't want to play anything, I don't really wanna play or watch anything anymore, I just want to be sad and get some money to get myself fixed atp

Anyways L. I feel dumb ah. I'm ready to move on

[your-rose-highness]

Cherry Blossoms (ch.17)

CHAPTER 17

“What?”

“I don’t think we can carry this on anymore, coffee…”

“What wait! You can’t just… you can’t just end this!!”, I was feeling nauseous, and stammered to form words. Baekhyun… he can’t just leave…

“What does it look like to you?”, He didn’t seem like himself, his eyes weren’t warm, filled with a sheen of hatred.

“Sunbae! Please!” my voice stumbled as I struggled, “Let me explain?!”, I held on to his arm as he slowly descended the steps.

“What will you explain? You don’t care about this relationship… you don’t care about what I feel, you… coffee be honest, you.. do you really love me?”

“What kind of a question is that?? Ofcourse I do! I love you…..”

“… Then why the hell didn’t you tell me that you plan to leave me after a year?”, He cut in, his voice reflected the hurt.

“I never had to think about this before sunbae!”

“Fine”, his voice too stable, “Don’t think about it. If that’s how you want us to end anyway, let’s end it now.”

He walked away, slowly. I saw his figure get lost in the darkness. What was happening? How can it end already? I almost didn’t want to believe it. The pain crawled in, and I found it hard to breathe. The one person who loved me, i pushed him away. Baekhyun was a good person, he really didn’t deserve this. Tears filled my eyes as i played our time together in my head. He was everything one could ask for and I gave him nothing. Now, he was gone. I lost him. It was so cold. Hardly finding the strength to get up, I walked towards my dorm, only now, I couldn’t stop my tears to come pouring down my cheeks. It felt so empty, the hole in my chest was back, burning to make it worse.

Reaching the dorm, I laid on my bed, numb with the pain I was experiencing. I should have never come here, I hurt him, I hurt myself.

“Oye what’s wrong? Why aren’t you…”, Hye Jin came in, spotting me, in the most miserable position, she could have possibly imagined. “ What.. why are you…?”, She approached me with caution.

“He left Hye Jin..  “, I broke down once again. Now it seemed to hurt more, as I said it out loud, making it concrete. I found her arms and clung to her to soothe the ache I felt within myself.

“Baekhyun?”

“He said it’s better if we broke up now, since I anyways planned to leave…”, I struggled to form a sentences between the continual sobbing.

“Didn’t you talk to him? Didn’t you explain?”

“I tried.. I didn’t know what else to say. You talk to him.”, I said, stopping to breathe.

“Me?”

“You always fix things, Hye Jin. I’m sure you can fix this too. Tell him I didn’t mean it! Please!” It hurt so much to even say it.

“Oh honey, I wish I could… I wish.”, Hye Jin sat by me and held me close.

I wanted the pain to stop. I can’t take it anymore.

“Wait. I’ll call.”, I thought calling him would help.

“Who you calling?”

“I’ll call him. And explain. He’ll listen to me, he always does.”, Wiping my tears, I struggled to find his contact, my vision blurry.

“No. Don’t. Not now.”

“Hye Jin, I should. He’ll think I really don’t care!”

“No y/n, please.”, Hye Jin said taking my phone from me.

“What are you doing?! Give me back my phone! I need to call him and apologise!” I yelled.

She dialled a number instead and held the phone to her ear. “Come quick. Emergency. Come, right now.”

I rested my head in Hye Jin’s lap. I had stopped crying now. The scorching pain hit me like waves, I craved for his touch. This could be a dream, possibly. Maybe he’ll walk in and hug me like he always did, making me whole again. I needed his smile, I needed him to look at me and say it wasn’t true.

“He just… out of the blue?”, Yong was prancing around the room.

“That’s what she said.”, Hye Jin looked at me. “This is a bit much. I agree what she said was wrong, but to break up over something so acute.”

“It’s not acute. If you told me this relationship was temporary. I’d throw a fit too.”, Yong Hwa explained.

“But she didn’t!”

“It meant that!”

“You’re being unreasonable! Why would she say that! She loves the man!”

“Yes! He does too! She broke up with him when she thought he wasn’t serious about this too!”

Yong and Hye Jin stayed quiet after a while. When they thought, I had fallen asleep, Hye Jin laid my head down and quietly left the room.

They were outside and I couldn’t hear anything except mumbles. I stacked up my courage and called him once. Switched off. It’s as if he knew I’d try to contact him. He didn’t want me.

Next morning, Hye Jin woke me up.

“Do you want to come outside?”

“No..”

“I think it’d be better if you came out for a bit.”

“No.”

She tried to convince me, but when I wouldn’t agree, she left to buy some groceries. I thought I’d become numb, but the pain came back. It choked me. Should I call him again? Or would he get angry if I did? Maybe he wouldn’t want to hear my voice. I was scared. Scared of seeing him, hearing his angry voice, looking at me with loathing.

I decided to leave. Go home. There was no one here I could go to. I felt so alone, so tired, so desperate to see my family, my friends. I wish I hadn’t done this. At least there would be no pain.

“What?! How will that help?”, Hye Jin yelled when I told her I was deciding to quit the program.

“I don’t want to stay.”

“Well, I won’t let you.”

“Please. I really don’t want to stay.”

“Kyungsoo sunbae called you. Go.”

“I don't…”

“I’m not giving you an option. I’m telling you. Go. He’s at his dorm. It’s okay.”, Hye Jin cut me off, her voice annoyed.

I did go to him. All the way thinking if this would upset Baekhyun. He’d get more mad at me. I was paranoid, and kept looking out if he was anywhere before I knocked at Kyungsoo sunbae’s door.

“Oh hey!”, Kyungsoo greeted me with a smile. He had an apron on, clearly he was cooking.

“Hello, Hye Jin said…”

“Yes come in.”, He said smiling at me.

The place was neat, very minimalist, maybe a little dull.

“I was baking a cake! Do you like them?”, He asked heading towards the kitchen.

“Hmm. Yeah..”

“Good! I’m very good at it.”, He flashed a smile.

I watched him whisk eggs, and make the batter with perfection. It was nice. A distraction. After popping the baking tray in the oven, he sat down at the table and gave me orange juice to drink.

“Baekhyun once told me you liked citrus stuff.”, He explained.

“Do you…?”

“Do I know? Yes. I do.”, He admitted.

“I didn’t mean it the way it came out….”

“Y/N, there’s something I have to tell you before I can explain what exactly went wrong. Baekhyun.. he’s broken. I know you’re damaged too. But, it’s just that, the same thing happened to him with Jess, his first girlfriend. She was of course not very serious about him and she was older. One day, she just stopped talking and left without a trace. She changed her number and he couldn’t contact her at all. Baekhyun broke down. He had really loved her. This brings back a lot of painful memories for him. I’m sure you meant something really casual. But for him, it’s huge. I can see how this has affected you too.” He said pointing at my swollen face and eyelids, “he’s a mess too. All I’m saying y/n, give it some time and talk to him. It seems absurd, to think that he might be hurt over something so trivial. Nevertheless, it’s something that rips him apart.”

I digested every little detail. It made perfect sense now. Of Course he would think that. He was afraid too, afraid of taking the wrong turn, just as I had been. Baekhyun had let me in. He had trusted me and i let him down. I won’t let go, I will fight for him.I love him and I want him back.

“There are complications though.”, Kyungsoo said while checking on his cake.

“What kind of complications?”

“Baekhyun is an adamant asshole. I’m sorry to say such crude things in front of a lady, but, it’s true. He won’t listen to anyone right now, let alone, you.”, He delivered, as he cleaned up the kitchen.

“Then, how can I….”

“You’ll have to show him.”

“Show him? Show him what?”

“I’ll tell you, actions are important y/n. Men are base creatures”, the kitchen filled with the aroma with a warm chocolate smell coming from the oven,as he continued, “we don’t really go for the higher entity, what really gets to us are the basest of things. You have a lot to learn.” He muttered, with a small smile.

Jongin, was Kyungsoo sunbae’s roommate, who came in right after a while, he finished baking the cake. Jongin’s personality matched Kyungsoo a lot. Both seemed at ease with each other. After packing me plenty of slices, I left, with hope in my heart. I would do whatever I can to get him back. I won’t be the one to hurt him. We belonged together.

KYUNGSOO’s P.O.V

“What was she doing here?”, Jongin asked, munching on a piece of cake.

“Just to hangout.”

“Are you going for it?”, Jongin hopefully inquired.

“No…”

“C'mon hyung! Baekhyun hyung lost his chance! Well… he kinda blew it himself. I really think you should go for it.”, Jongin expressed animatedly.

“They love each other.”, Kyungsoo bluntly stated.

“You love her too.”, Jongin softly inserted.

“I clearly remember saying, I liked her.”

“I’ve lived with you long enough what you mean when you say something, hyung. She’s nice, you should give it a go.”

“I can’t destroy something just because I feel something minutely. And Jongin-ah, I need your help with this. Baekhyun is a hard nut to crack”, Kyungsoo told Jongin as the latter helped himself to more cakes.

“Honestly, hyung, you don’t need my help at all. Do it yourself and I’m sure it’ll make Baekhyun hyung go absolutely crazy.”, Jongin said in a matter of fact way, not even looking up from his phone through which he scrolled mindlessly.

Jongin’s comment threw him into a thinking spree. He was right. What Baekhyun needed now was a taste of his own medicine.

“Things I do for that ass. He should get me a world tour ticket.”, Kyungsoo mumbled to himself, while savouring a slice of cake and nodding to himself in adoration of the recipe.

We had a meeting at the music club that following week. Reluctantly, i attended it, paranoid that Baekhyun would be there, probably wishing that I wouldn’t come. I decided that if he seemed too uncomfortable, I’d quit because it was his favourite place. He loved music and I wouldn’t want him to give up that because of me.

Entering the room, the air was heavy. Chanyeol and Baekhyun were looking over some papers. The others were already present.

“You’re late, Y/N.”, Kyungsoo sternly said.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”, I bowed in response.

Usually Baekhyun always saved a seat for me beside him, but today, it wasn’t empty and he didn’t look up to meet my eyes with a bright smile.

I scanned the room, when Kyungsoo sunbae signalled that I sit beside him.

It felt awkward, I was sitting opposite to him, and he did everything to make me invisible.

“It’s a musical.”, Chen chimed.

“Now we’re doing a musical?”, Sehun groaned.

“Sehun, behave, or you can leave.”, Kyungsoo replied.

“It’s next month, so we really have to work hard. We’re being sent to represent the University. The characters will be picked soon. And we’ll vote for them, so it’s going to be very fair.”, Kyungsoo added.

After the meeting, I waited till everyone left, well, till Baekhyun left, so that I could go later. Kyungsoo stayed writing something.

“Still here?”, Kyungsoo muttered finding me in a corner when he looked up.

“I’m waiting for Baekhyun sunbae to leave. I guess he doesn’t want to see me.”

Kyungsoo chuckled at that and replied, “oh believe me he does. He looks at you when you’re not.”

“Really?”, I said intrigued. I took the chair opposite to him and sat down, “did he look at me?”

“Yeah, I saw him. He didn’t notice that I saw him though.”

“So he still cares?”, I said softly, to myself.

“I’m absolutely positive he does.”, Kyungsoo smiled looking down at his papers.

I smiled a little thinking about him. I loved him so much, he was like oxygen to me. Kyungsoo sunbae’s words gave me hope that he would trust me again. This time I won’t break it.

Kyungsoo looked up when I didn’t speak for long. Finding me smiling, he laughed too, “You’re so happy. Haha. Instantly brightened up.”

My smile grew, “it’s just that, the thought of having him back makes me really elated.”

“I can see that.”, He replied still grinning, “keep smiling.”, He muttered after a quick glance at the door.

“Hmm?”

“I think I saw Baekhyun at the door, through the glass.”

My head immediately turned towards the door, to find a pair of small eyes, which instantly ducked.

“And you thought he’ll leave…”, Kyungsoo said still smiling, writing on his papers, “and.”, He paused to look at me, “ he’s already pissed.” He ended with a grin.

“Did he see you look at him?”, I curiously asked.

“No. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He only saw you turn towards him, because you’re so silly.”

“ I can’t see from the corner of my eye….. maybe because you have so much area to move your pupils around….”, I wondered.

“Excuse me?”, He chuckled.

“Sorry.”, I grinned.

“Forgiven only because you’re smiling.”, He murmured.