#didn't know it was gonna end up like this but hey ho

[poisonedfate]

Hey there, I was thinking and I’m curious what you think of Gwen x Lancelot? And specifically how they rank for you compared to Gwen x Arthur?

oh hi!!! now this is a loaded question.

i'm sure everyone's aware i love myself some arwen, but i don't think i've talked about gwencelot nearly enough. you know how people sometimes refer to lancelot as gwen's first love (which i have a sort of an agree to disagree relationship with anyways)? yeah, that's almost what gwencelot is to me (not what their relationship is, but how i feel about them, if that makes sense)

it's hard for me to put one ahead of the other - much like everything else, it depends on the day. it's also difficult to compare, because, to me, they are two different types of love. not like romantic/platonic obviously, but just the very feeling of them is different. arwen is sweetness, they are devotion, kindness, trust. their love is deep-rooted and calm to me. it's big and all encompassing.

gwencelot, their love, is just as big, but in a quieter, though more feverish, kind of way, in a way that is more often than not just for the two of them alone. and as far as the main storyline goes, it is also a tragedy. it's a back and forth, a constant gain and loss. we saw arthur and gwen grow into their love, but gwen and lancelot were an instant, whirlwind of an attachment, and we saw them try and grow out of it instead.

as much as both of the pairings embody both of these feelings, arwen is the "live for me" to gwencelots "i'll die for you a 100 times" - which i think is a fair thing to say, considering these are words from the show. gwen and arthur fulfil each other, they make each other stronger. gwen and lanceot are like two puzzle pieces.

i also want to go back to the all encompassing/more intimate comparison. i'll often see people bring up the argument of camelot and arwen's love for it when talking about their relationship - mostly in a negative way. to me, it's not like that at all. yes, they are both devoted to camelot and its future, their future within it, but it's not the only reason for their love, nor is it a kind of stepback. it's what and who they are. their love is loud and it can (though doesn't have to) carry more than just themselves. i understand then, in a way, why it's so easy to see gwencelot and their commitment to the very being of each other as "better", as their relationship exists more outside the branches and reaches of camelot. perhaps a weird example, but to trust gwen to be queen, making her be the very heart of camelot vs the commitment to give your life, not for camelot, but for the very promise made to gwen to protect arthur (again, my thoughts on this aren't exactly alined with the original context given in the series, but that's not important right now). all you have vs all you are.

i want to point out once more that both of them can (and do) carry both sides of it, these are just one of many comparisons i could've made about the core themes of their portrayals/tones. they are equally important - to me, at least.

perhaps if i really had to choose, i would say gwencelot, but i'm a sucker for a tragedy (not saying that arwen is all sunshines and flowers all the time, but i'm sure you get my point here). arwen is beautiful in a way that lets them breathe when they are near and gwencelot is wonderful in a way that makes them lose their breath instead. from there it's just personal preference of characterisation.

[xxoxobree]

See You Again

Miles G. Morales x Black Fem Reader

WARNINGS: Angst , Sadness, Happy Ending.

A/n: Surprise Shawtayyy‼️ wrote this in like 20 mins 🫶🏽 I love it 🤣

A year has flown by since Miles' father and you, his girlfriend, passed away. Yet, the agony that gnawed at his soul showed no signs of leaving. His grief had descended into a deep depression, which soon morphed into a seething anger. His heartache only intensified as he struggled to make sense of why he had to suffer so much. Why were two of most important people in his life ripped away from him?

Sleep was now a distant memory, and he dreaded the thought of closing his eyes. Every time he did, he was transported back to a time when he was happy, a time when he shared precious moments with you, that only added to his already unbearable pain.

Miles found himself under the spell of his uncle, who had taken him under his wing, using his intelligence for nefarious purposes that he knew would have disappointed you. He was desperate to shake off the haunting memories that plagued him so he took up the mantle becoming The Prowler.

Tonight was like any other night. He slid open his window, using his metallic claws to pry it open, then climbed in, undressing before heading to bed. But as he headed towards his bed, something caught his eye - a glint of light that shone in the darkness. Curious, he approached the object and picked it up, examining it closely.

It was a necklace, one that belonged to you. The very one he had given you, the one that you had lost the day before you were taken from him. The necklace that he had promised you he would help you find the next day. Miles clutched it tight in his hand, feeling the weight of his grief pressing down on him. He slowly made his way to his bed, where he fell asleep, still holding onto the precious necklace.

As he drifted off, his breathing gradually steadied. He soon found himself in a dream, where you appeared before him once again, with your beautiful smile that quickly turned to a frown, your eyes filling with tears. He could hear your weak voice ringing in his ears.

"Miles....Miles, help...I don't want to......... " your voice trailed off the sentence unfinished forever. Miles jolted awake in his bed. His heart raced from the intensity of the nightmare that had just gripped him. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself down before reaching for his cellphone to check the time. It was already 8 am, and he had to get ready for school.

The rest of Miles' day went by relatively normally, until he was heading back home. His head was down, texting his mother about her picking up another shift when he heard it - his name being called. He looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

He heard it again – that voice he would recognize anywhere, the voice he longed to hear once more. And there you were, standing on the front steps of his apartment building, waving at him before running over. Miles stood frozen in shock, unable to grasp how you were there.

"Y/n," Miles said, his eyes beginning to well up with tears.

"Hey, Miles! What did you do to your hair? Did your mom do it? I kinda like it," you said, unaware of the whirlwind of emotions that Miles was experiencing in that moment.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he lost you, your hair styled just the way he liked, with your signature pink hair in two puffs. Your lips glistened from your lipgloss, and Miles couldn't help but stare in awe.

Without hesitation, Miles quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, knowing that if he didn't seize this moment, it would pass him by forever. He hugged you tightly, squeezing the life out of you.

"Whoa, Miles, you're gonna crush me!" you said, giggling. It was a sound that Miles had missed so much, and it filled him with a sense of warmth a feeling he never thought he'd feel again.

You tapped him gently, and Miles reluctantly let go of the embrace, still holding onto your shoulders.

"Someone missed me," you said, smiling as your eyes zeroed in on his neck. He was wearing a chain, one that looked exactly like yours, but you had yours on your neck. You gripped your chain, feeling a sense of confusion.

"I didn't know you got a matching one," you said, pointing at the chain.

"Oh, yeah," Miles chuckled. "I thought it was cute."

"That's so cute, Miles," you said, before reaching out and intertwining your fingers with his. Miles' heart skipped a beat, and he swore his head was spinning. You were here, in front of him.

He looked down at your entwined hands, still in disbelief that you were really here. "Miles, are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as your eyebrows knit together.

Miles took a deep breath before he spoke. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine," he said, trying to compose himself.

"Okay, well let's go. You promised me you'd carry me to the rooftop, remember? To see your new artwork." You reminded him, eager to see the artwork he had been working on.

You were right. He had promised to show you, but now, that artwork was different. It was a painful reminder that you had died, a reminder that you shouldn't be here with him right now. But he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. Not yet.

You snapped your fingers in front of Miles' face, trying to get his attention. "Miles, hello! You're acting strange today. What is it, my love?" you asked, your eyes searching his for answers.

"It's nothing, mi amor. Come on," Miles replied, his voice unconvincing as he grabbed your hand and led you upstairs. He dreaded taking you up there, too scared that you would leave him again. His heart raced with each step, and he couldn't shake off the sense of unease.

As you two arrived at the rooftop, Miles looked back one more time at you. Your face was radiating with happiness, just happy to be with him. The sight made his heart thump harder, if it was even possible.

He pushed open the door, the cool breeze hit his face. "Here it is," he said lowly, motioning his head to the mural of you and his late father.

Your smile instantly dropped, confused by the whole thing. "R.I.P? But I'm right here," you said, looking at Miles in disbelief.

"Miles, your dad," you whispered, your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your eyes filling with tears. Miles just continued to look down, staring at his Nikes.

You tried to speak, but nothing came out as you stood there, frozen, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"You died, Y/n. Right in front of me, in my arms," Miles said quietly, watching a single tear splat on his shoes. He looked up at you, seeing tears fall down your cheeks. How he hated to see you cry.

He walked over to you, wiping away your tears, a small smile on his face. "You're too beautiful to cry," he whispered, grabbing your hands. "And I don't know if you're a figment of my imagination, if I'm dreaming again, or if I'll ever see you again."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love and sadness. "So please," he said, closing the gap between your bodies, his hand on your waist. "Can I get a kiss?"

You nodded, and he tilted your chin upward, placing the most gentle, loving kiss on your lips. It was a kiss you wished could've lasted forever,

[ni-kiiiii]

PS•Debate\

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- you were forced into your debate team but it came with Sunghoon

[wc: 11k ] Got carried away since i wrote this on a computer.

A/n: I don't really like this since i kinda rushed it to finish it. But my stories are planned out now.

Your mom wanted you to go to debate so bad. But you always denied it. Since you had anxiety and you couldn't speak out loud in front of people. But one day your mom decided you had to go. Which was stupid to you since you were 18 and you could make your own decisions. You tried to make her forget about it but she insisted you go.

And that's how you ended up in a room with 20 people in your school doing debate. You were scared shitless. You did not wanna talk to anyone or introduce yourself since you were new. Everyone looked at you when you walked in to the room which make your stomach turn. You scanned the room really quickly only to see everybody with a partner except this guy. Sunghoon was his name, you didn't know he went to debate because he was rather quiet in class like you. HE was the only person who didn't look at you when you walked. He was to busy typing away at his computer screen.

" Ah Y/n you're here" your debate coach said out load.

You just nodded not wanted say anything.

"Attention everyone!" Your teacher called out. Everyone looked up but Sunghoon. " Sunghoon that means you too" your teacher joked. With that he looked up. Now everyone directed their eyes to you. And you just stood there not knowing what to do.

" This is Y/n L/n she is out new debate student. I hope welcomes her here joyfully. Now Y/n introduce yourself." He all says with a smile.

Your heart dropped for second. This is one the things you didn't want to do. But just to get it over with you said," Hi my name is Y/n and yeah nice to meet you I guess" but when you said no one could here you. You spoke to low.

" She speaks to low how is she gonna be debate."

" She's no good"

There was many more things said about you from the other students, even laughter.

" Alright final thing, Who wants to be Y/n partner." He said.

Absolute crickets when he asks that. You were embarrassed. You wanted to cry because you in this place that you didn't even want to be in and no one likes you already.

" Fine Sunghoon you will be y/n's partner and teacher since you are the best." He exclaims.

When Sunghoon heard he looked annoyed as hell. His there was no expression on his face. He just looked cold.

"Go over there next to Sunghoon please." He told you as he pointed with his hand.

Sunghoon was sitting in the back by the wall. That's a seat you would since since its not around anyone. You walked slowly to the seat next to him. You took off your bag and coat then placed it on the back of your chair. You forgot your computer at home so you had to use a school computer which meant you had to long into ever thing.

Its been about 10 minutes sitting with Sunghoon and he hasn't said a thing to you. You just sat there in silence. Until you finally decided to say something. " Hey, are you gonna teach me?" you say lowly. He looked at you and sigh. " Y/n i don't even wanna teach, you don't even know how to say a word loudly. All your gonna do is hold me back. You just clueless." he says harshly, but lowly since no one could hear him. Then turned his head back to his screen.

When he said that was your breaking point. You felt the tear building up in your eyes. You turned away from him since he was sitting next to you but always in the front of you. The tears fell from your eyes. So wiped them quickly and walked out the room.

When you walked out the teacher called out your name. You were already out the class so you just told him your going to the bathroom. He nodded and then you quickly went to the bathroom. You opened the door and immediately went to the stalls. You cried and cried and cried. You were pretty sensitive but you never in front of anyone. So when you cried it all just came out. You thought about how your mom doesn't listen to you and how you cant be like everyone else. You decided to check the time. You were in the bathroom for 10 minutes already. You've been crying for 10 minutes straight. You finally got out the bathroom and went to the mirror. Your eyes were red as hell. It looked like you've been crying for an hour straight. But you weren't surprised by this because every time you cry they turn red. You just knew you had to wait a bit for the redness to go away.

-20 minutes later

You looked in the mirror and the redness was slightly gone. You didn't want to go in the room with slightly red eyes but you had to since you didn't want to get in trouble or something. so you headed to your class for debate.

You made it too the doorway and saw the coach. He looked at you confused on why you took so damn long. You knew you had to explain your self so you just waved him to come over. He came and stood there.

" Sorry I took so long it was an emergency, sorry" you said im your normal low tone.

" That's okay, I was worried for a second. But I have a question if you wanna be in debate you have to speak louder." he said.

" I know its just gonna take a while, sorry" you said.

" Stop apologizing Y/n everything is ok." He smiles.

You nodded and went inside the room. You wouldn't believe it but Sunghoon looked at you. You didn't like him right now at the moment because why the hell would he say that to you. You looked away from him and just went to you eat next you.

" Y/n hey i'm sorry for saying that to you i was just in a bad mood because i don't like working with people and i normally rather work alone. But for you i'll work with you and help you. Also i didn't mean to talk about your speech it just slipped out." He said to you looking uneasy.

You were stunned that he apologized so quickly to you. As well as everyone in the room. You guessed he never spoke to anyone really. Since you heard someone say, "Sunghoon is finally talking to someone." He was looking at you waiting on your response to what he said. It low key gave you butterflies but you turned to him so you could face him in his eyes and said, " It's okay i'm just a little sensitive." you said quickly looking back since your confidence went away.

" its not okay, i'm really sorry" he stated.

You smiled a little and told him,"its really okay don't worry i wasn't just crying that. I have a lot on my plate right now."

He nodded and started typing away again. This conversation was really something you never thought would happen. A silence washed over you guys but he was quick to cut that off.

" Y/n check your gmail i sent you my essay and the topic that we are working on." He told you.

" Ah ok"

You went to your gmail and saw Sunghoon's email. What really caught your eye was his profile picture it was picture of hello kitty. You never took him as the type to like such things. But your nit supposed judge a book by its cover. You clicked on the google doc and saw a bunch of writing. The topic was if the government should invest into renewable energy. You sighed and looked down. You knew nothing about this.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you.

" Nothing." you say quickly.

At this time the coach finally said that it was time to go home. It was 6:10 pm. That was a bit for you. Everyone cheered and starting packing up. But then you heard the coach tell Sunghoon ton stay behind. You anted to be noisy so while everyone left you went with them but you said by the door.

Coach-" I thank you for being nice to her."

Sunghoon- " yeah im only doing for the deal so its no problem,"

Coach- " You should try to actually be friends with her."

Sunghoon - " Yeah no there isn't anything fun about her and i don't find her interesting."

Coach- " You're so bad"

Sunghoon - " i'll get going now bye"

You weren't entirely by the information that you just got. But it stung hearing what he had said about you. You were too slow to even run from the door fast enough so Sunghoon caught you, But you didn't care you just kept walking. You heard Sunghoon curse.

You were walking fast but that was cut short from Sunghoon going in front of you.

" What do you want?" you asked him in a normal tone not in a low since you were not around people.

"Oh so you can talk" He looks at you.

You rolled your eyes and tried to get around him but he just moved in front of you again.

"Hey what i said was just my act. i actually wanna be friends with you. I just keep a mysterious and nonchalant vibe a school. I promise you Y/n. Besides would I be talking to you if in didn't want to be friends with you. We aren't in school anyone." He said while moving out your way so you guys can walk home.

" I'll believe if you call off the deal and come over to my house ." you exclaim.

" Okay the deal was only to keep my captain spot anyway, so its ok. Also why do u want me to go home with you" he smirked while giving you a head tilt.

" It's not like that. I just want you to convince my mom that I've be doing well." You sigh.

" IS your mom making you do debate." He grabs his heartbeat while it broke.

" Yes, its not like i wanna talk to people and go against people." You replied.

" Now it all makes sense now." He laughs.

" Its funny i'll actually die from talking out loud its to much for me to handle hoon.

'Shit I gave him nickname, whats wrong with him' You thought.

"Y/ninne you have given a nickname already" he smiled, showing his fangs.

" Sorry, don't worry wont call you it again " you say , slightly embarrassed.

" Oh no its okay, in don't mind. That's my first time getting called a nickname from someone. So don't ever stop." he smiled.

" Ah ok" you nodded,

" Anyway what day do want me at your house?" He asks.

" Sunday, which is in days" You tell him.

" Babes i got you don't worry" He laughs.

'Why did he just call me babes? And why did i like it. I mean i did have a crush on him when saw for the first time, so the feelings are coming back." You thought.

Sunghoon noticed you were thinking and was probably thinking about what he said.

" Y/n did i cross the line with that?" he looks at you with his focused to examine any sigh of you lying.

" No hoon i just got caught off guard but you can call me anything, its really ok. " You reassured him.

" So if I called you baby, how would you feel about that" He joked with you.

You stopped and looked him. " I mean i would get used to it"

" So do you tell that to everybody, that they can call you anything. Because if you do i wont call you anything if you just have everyone calling baby, babes and many more." He tells you without a jokingly tone.

" No Sunghoon I don't. I don't have any friends and i wouldn't have everyone calling me baby and etc." You tell him with a laugh.

" Okay thennnn, also why did you stop?" he said tilting his head.

' damn he looks like a puppy right now' You said to your said to your self.

" Oh because i'm home" you smiled.

" Oh ok then, But one more thing. Lets be friends". Sunghoon told you.

You wanted to tease him so you said, " It is just because a deal?."

His smiled dropped. " No Y/n its not."

" Okay hoon we can be friends" you tell him.

" Yayyyyyy Y/ninne is my friend" He yelled. Then pulled you into a hug. He smelled really good, like really good. He whispered to you and told you that you were his first friend.

" Aw hoonie i'm delighted, and i could say the same. You are my first friend too now unhug me." You smiled.

"Fine but i want another tomorrow." He pouted.

" Okay hoon you will get a hug tomorrow." You told him.

" Babes give me your phone." He told you.

You got your phone out your pocket and gave it to him. He put his number in and his contact name. You were surprised by the name he put in. It was " Baby/hoonie".

" Whats up with you and baby?" you asked him.

" I don't know but if you don't like it you can change it" he told you with no emotion.

" Jeez no need to get defensive, I like it its cute just like you" You teased grabbing his cheek.

" You think i'm cute?" He grinned

" Anyway time to go" You told him quickly and going into your house.

' She thinks i'm cute" Sunghoon in head while smiling and going home.

- In Y/n's house

" Mom i'm home" You said loudly but all you got was silence in return. But you didn't mind you liked being home alone anyway. You went to your room and changed to comfy clothes. The time was 6:40 pm. You would be going in the shower at 8:00.

You sat on your bed thinking about interaction with Sunghoon. You guys clicked really well. Probably you guys had no friends. But he seems like he would be a nice friend to have or something even more. Who knows. You were cut off from your thoughts from Sunghoon himself. He texted you.

Sunghoon

- "Hey Y/ninnie i'm home"

- "wyd?

Y/n

" im just thinking about today"

baby/hoon

- " Aww your thinking about me

- " How cute of you baby"

You literally couldn't take him calling you that. It made you go crazy inside but in a good way.

Y/n

- " oh please i wouldn't think about in a million years"

- " but anyway do you live far from me?"

baby/hoon

- " No i only walked one blocked down and i was home"

- that's good because now i could bother you any day"

Y/n

- "anyway hoonie as much as i would continue this conversation I gotta take a shower"

baby/hoon

- " if you wanted to leave the conversation just say that."

- " anyway bye"

Y/n

- It's not like that i promise

- How how we call after i'm done with the shower?

baby/hoon

- Sure.

You figured taking earlier would be smarter so you could relax and speak to hoon.

- After the shower

You got clothes and put them on. And went on the bed. You almost forgot about Sunghoon. So You called him with out texting him. But he didn't answer. You called again and he didn't answer. You were a little disappointed but you were fine Since that's you get alone time.

You decided to look at Sunghoon's essay. You opened up your laptop and went to the google docs. And read the whole essay. Which took a damn long ass time. He knows how to write for sure. But you weren't surprised he was a nerd. He was literally the top student in all classes. He was the "quiet" nerd. Suddenly you got a call from Sunghoon. You smiled and let it ring. you wanted to see if he would call again and he did. Then you answered.

" Hi y/n" sunghoon said with a sleepy voice

" Y/n Sunghoon" You said.

" Wyd" he asked you,

" i was looking at you essay. I wasn't suprised because your so smart in class. You are a quiet nerd, how cute"

" I'm honored for you to say that, Thank you"

" No problem its just the facts." You say.

" Well what took you so look to answer when I called first?." You questioned him.

" Oh yeah sorry i was in the shower" he replied.

" So?" you told him

He paused for a brief moment and then said, " I like to have me time in the shower you know"

" Mk, Well i would like me time and go to sleep goodnight" you said.

" Y/n wa-" this he was cut off from me hanging up on him. You felt bad immediately after. So you texted him telling him that you were sorry and that you would make it up to him tomorrow.

z- Time [5:00 am]

- "y/n are you up?"

- " i guess not and you better make it up to me tomorrow"

Those are the text that you woke up too from Sunghoon. You were actually happy about your day today because you had something to look forward which was talking to Sunghoon.

You decided to wear a skirt that was short but not too short. Then a shirt (of your choice) and all you had to was your hair to(However you wanna style it). you always put this much effort into your appearance. But you wanted Sunghoon to look at you. You put on a sweet perfume and put cute shoes on. It took you 1 hour and 45 minutes to get ready. So it was 6:45 am.

You decided to text Sunghoon.

-I will make up too you dw

-but do you have any suggestion on how.

-Wake up so i can meet you at your house.

You close your phone and thought. You guys talked only yesterday and it feels like a months. You thought how didn't like hugs but now You liked hugs but now you do.

-1 hour later

You got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-" good morning y/n"

-" I don't have any suggestions rn ;("

-" My address is ____"

-" You can come rn"

Y/n

-"okay Sunghoonie"

-At Sunghoon's house"

You pulled out your phone to call Sunghoon to tell him that you were in front of his house. But you got no answer. You called again but no answer again. You made a decision to knock on his door. It took a while but someone answered. It was a lady. She looked middle aged. Like she could be Sunghoon's mom.

" Who are you?" she asked softly.

".. I'm Sunghoon's friend Y/n" You told her.

"That's weird Sunghoon doesn't have friends" she told herself

" But that's nice that he finally made a new -" She said but was cut off by Sunghoon.

" Lacy who's at the door." He asked at the top off the steps.

'Lacy?, i guess that isn't his mom' You thought to yourself.

" Your new friend Y/n" She smiled.

" Oh tell I'll be right down, i just gotta get my bag" He said quickly before leaving.

" Did you hear him?" She asked you.

" Mhm" you nodded.

After a couple minutes he finally came down the stairs and went to he front door. He said bye to the woman and left with you.

You guys walked down the stoop and were finally heading to school.

" How was your sleep?" you asked him.

" It was okay i guess" he responded.

" Hey stop walking," you told and he stopped. Then you gave a hug on your tippy toes since you were ___ and he was 5'11. He hugged back and hugged back tighter.

' He must not get hugs at home or something. He might be touch starved.It's like i'm feeding him' You said in your head.

" come on lets get to school" You muffled in his clothes.

" sigh okay, but you still have to make up to me from last night" He reminded.

" But i still don't know what you want me to to" you told him.

" i have an idea but i have to wait until we get close" He said looking straight forward. " Okay then what ever it is i'll do it" you told him. He smiled but you didn't see.

-At school ( sorry for the time skips)

It didn't take to guys to walk to school. It only took 10 minutes to get to school but the time was cut short since Sunghoon's long ass legs. He were practically running to keep up with him. You were relieved when you made it to school because you could walk normal again.

You guys arrived at the gates and you saw some people staring at you like you were crazy.

" Sunghoon has anyone confessed to you?" You asked him straight up.

" Yeah, a lot actually but I always turn them down. Because they only do it because of my looks. No one has actually tried to be my friend." When he said the last part he looked at you and smiled.

" So i'm a target" you deadpanned.

" Babes you'll be fine trust me but you know we have to act like we aren't friends because of the image I maintain" he told you frowning.

" Oh... ok then, i'll see you at debate then" you say before attempting to run away. But Sunghoon grabbed you before you could.

" Y/n its not like I don't wanna talk to you. So don't think like that." He told you.

" But that's like then we are gonna be alone" you frown.

" We could meet up during lunch but in the gym closet, So we could be alone" he says.

" Okay then" you say defeated.

You liked having someone by your side. Someone to talk to regularly. Especially Sunghoon he made you smile and feel warm inside. But that all stopped when you guys departed . You went back to being the lonely Y/n. the quiet girl with no friends. It low key broke your heart but not for real. But you looked forward to the 3 classes you had with Sunghoon.

-

You walked into you first class. Which was ELA, You didn't hate ELA but you hates the time it took. It was Tuesday so that meant you had to give in your writing assignment. You didn't have to worry about that since you finished the day you got it.

The teacher went around the class to collect the paper and she got only half the classes papers back. The teacher sighed.

" You guys need to more like some people in the class. For example Y/n she always turns her work on time. She doesn't get in trouble or is disrespectful." The teacher told the class. The class laughed at what she said. at that point you wanted to dig yourself in a hole and disappear.

" She doesn't even talk so half of the things you said she isn't even capable of doing" someone said.

" You guys give me no choice but to show everyone's grades" She told the class. Everybody went quiet.

Your teacher went to the front class and sat at her desk. She see typed on her computer and then connected it on the Promethean board. It showed who had the best grades down to had the worst.

Sunghoon was 1st. you smiled seeing his name. You loves that he kept up with his grades.

The second person was me that had the highest score. You smiled to yourself being proud. As the list went down you saw that the one that the comment about you had the had the lowest score in the whole grade. Everybody looked at her and looked back. No one really cared since she was popular so no one would bad mouth her.

As the list finished it was time to pack up to go to the next class. You walked to the next class. But while you were walking into the next class you bumped into Sunghoon. You thought he would laugh are something but he kept his cold face and continued walking. It kinda made your mood go down. But you kinda understood why he was doing it. You followed behind him and went to the seat next to him.

It was single seats so no one would think anyone thing. When you sat there Sunghoon glanced at you but quickly turned back. But you didn't catch it.

-

The teacher said how you guys would be watching a movie called Hidden Figures. You watched that movie already there was no need to pay attention to it. As the teacher set the movie up, you got a text from Sunghoon. You sighed loudly so he could hear and when he did he looked at you. You didn't open the text when you got it because you wanted him to think you were made at him. Then you got another text from him. Then up opened it.

baby/hoon

-i'm sorry for bumping to you

-I hate acting like this with you

-i'm sorry y/n

y/n

-its okay.

You replied to him. You looked at him but he was already looking at you. You analyzed his faced and saw his moles which you thought were so cute.

He said," i'm sorry" out loud which surprised you a bit. You nodded and looked at the screen with the movie. After a while you saw Sunghoon looking a the screen. You looked at him and saw his sharp ass jaw line. His side profile was immaculate. You wanted to touch him. Just a simple touch from him.

You texted him and told him to move his desk over. It took him a while to take his phone out and look at the text but eventually he did it. He looked at confused but he did it.

You made a gesture for him to take his hand out and he did. When he did you made you guy's hand touch together. You put his hand in yours and placed it in his lap. You looked straight ahead so you didn't have to face Sunghoon. You looked forward the whole time you didn't you didn't see Sunghoon looking at you the whole time. He didn't complain since the lights were off and you guys were in the back of the room . And you guys were invisible since you guys never talked to anyone. You guys stayed in this position until class was over. It was very comfortable for you but you didn't know how Sunghoon felt about it since you guys never said anything this whole time. The only thing that came out was a small gasp when guys touched hands.

"Y/n" Sunghoon whispered to you.

You looked at him with confusion.

"Unhand me" he mocked you.

You looked down and saw that you were still holding on his hand.

"oh sorry" you said lowly. You let go and gathered your stuff to walk out. On your way out you heard Sunghoon whispered," don't forget about the gym."

-Lunch time

You walked to the gym and went to the gym closet. Surprisingly no one was there to see you. You opened the closet hoping that Sunghoon was already there. Luckily he was.

" Y/ninne you came" Sunghoon said joyfully. He ran to you and engulfed you into a hug.

" i missed you y/n and i know we only know each other from a day but i feel like we click" he told you as you guys were in the hug.

" I feel the same way hoonie" you told him as you pulled away.

" Also Y/n we have are gonna have practice debate today so you'll see me talk all day today and work my magic." He smiled.

" Do you go alone or you have a partner?" You asked him.

" I go alone, remember i told you i rather work alone." He told you.

You nodded your head. " But what about me, do you not wanna work with me?" you pouted.

" To be honest no, but that's only because your new" he said while putting his arm on your shoulder.

" Okayy then" you say.

" I have something to confess Y/n" Sunghoon says very low almost like he didn't want you to hear him.

" what is it?"

" I like feeling your touch" He spited out quickly.

You decided to mess with him and stay silent. He turned around in embarrassment and stood alone. You walked behind him and told him, " I feel the same way."

But he still stood in silence. You felt weird like you said something wrong. Until he turns around and looked at you.

" Why would you do that?" he said while coming close to you.

" Do what?"

" Take so long to answer?'" he said while backing you into a wall.

' what the hell is he doing. I'm going to die. My knees are getting weak and my heart is beating. Y/n get it together.' You told yourself.

" Because i wanted to mess with you" You said. At this point your back was against the gym wall and Sunghoon was up against you.

He close to your ear and said, " what If i wanted to mess with you?" He backed up a bit to look you in the eye.

you were loss for words. So you decided to play his game. This time you went close to him and told him, " you could mess with me anyway you want." Him hearing that he back up and looked at you in shock.

You could see his cheeks getting pink.

" Aw baby are flustered right now?" You teased him.

" Y/n t-time we gotta go. Lets go" Sunghoon said to change the subject. You laughed and went with him out the closet.

-Debate club

You entered the debate room and sat your seat from yesterday. The coach greeted you on your way in and then waited everyone else to answer.

After some time Sunghoon entered the room. when he came in he made eye contact with you then went to the debate coach.

They stepped out for a couple of minutes and then came back in. Sunghoon speed walked to his seat and took out his computer.

" Y/ninne i called of the deal" he said.

" You get to stay the captain right?" you asked him.

He nodded but that's when the coach called out for everyone's attention.

" Today will be a practice debate so i hope everyone is ready to see Sunghoon and Hana go against each other.

Everyone made some noise about that so you decided to ask Sunghoon what's up about that.

" why is everyone making noise about that?"

" Because Hana is one of the best in the class she's so good" He smiled.

' Why is he smiling while thinking about her. Damn maybe he likes her because of her debate skills. She isn't ugly either.' you thought to yourself. Your facials dropped for a second thinking and the went to a fake smile.

" Nice" you said while turning your head forward to your computer screen. You were jealous. You didn't like that you were but you couldn't help it.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you. He was analyzing your face again.

" Nothing" You told him.

" What ever you say babes"

After that no words were shared . Sunghoon was focusing on his essay and revising the essay that he has for the practice debate. You were looking at him focus and saw that he mouthed a curse. You died from that. Sunghoon cursing was your favorite thing to hear.

'-

" Everyone it is time for practice debate" the coach called out.

Sunghoon looked up from the coaches response and started packing his stuff up to go to the front

" Good luck hoonie" You told him.

" Thanks baby" He said.

He went over to the table and sat his stuff down. He met eyes with Hana and he smiled.

' Why did he smile at her. Omg she's gonna be the death of me' You thought in your head.

Hana had smiled back at him and then they took their seats.

" Sunghoon pro and Hana on con" the coach told them.

Sunghoon went first with his essay and said his case."Good afternoon judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Park Sunghoon and I will be debating on the pro side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change, enhance energy accessibility, and promote sustainable economic growth. Government investment in these technologies plays a key role in accelerating their adoption." (summary of this whole essay)

While all of this was happening Hana was looking at him intensely and taking down notes. You were gonna question why she was looking at him so hard but you guess was apart of the whole thing.

Then Hana went .

Good morning judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Lee Hana and I, will be debating on the con side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change but renewable energy comes with challenges such as taxpayer burden, reliability issues, and manufacturing. (summary of her essay)

Then while Hana spoke Sunghoon looked at her while taking notes. HE wrote them pretty fast.

' He looks so good right now. I want him to look at me like that.' you thought.

You were literally staring at Sunghoon so hard that he could feel it. He glanced at you and smiled a bit.

You had a plan that you wanted make it seem like you were mad at Sunghoon for looking at another girl.

But then Hana finished at her 4 minute mark. Now it was time for the crossfire. That's when they ask each other questions. Sunghoon went first and fired a question a her. Hana answered quickly looking confident. Then Sunghoon get asked a question by Hana. He answered very fastly. They definitely did research on the topic. Then Hana got tripped by Sunghoon's question;"How do renewable energy subsidies and incentives effect the economy and taxpayers, and are they sustainable in the long run?" she couldn't answer the question so he said,"How can you argue against me and don't know what the bad things are. You don't have any evidence right now" Then the timer went off. Hana looked defeated by getting tripped up by his question.

Sunghoon looked at you and smiled again. You smiled back at him and put your thumbs up.

Now it was the rebuttal. That's basically when they go against each others arguments on why they are wrong.

-That took about 8 minutes when they both went. They both had good points But Sunghoon shot had her like he knew what she was gonna say already.

-Now it was the summary. They wrapped up their important points

-Then it was the grand crossfire. They ask their final questions about the topic to trip someone up. Sunghoon had got tripped but bounced but from Hana's question. He looked so down from it, like he was disappointing in him self. His thick eye brows were rested as well as his eyes and mouth. But then he looked at you and his face went his another smile. You mouthed an it's okay to him. He nodded his head and gathered his things for the final focus.

-They talked about why they should win. But the only thing that was different was that Sunghoon had pointed out what Hana did wrong.

-Now they were done.

" Now everyone cast their votes" The coach said.

" People who votes for the pro side put your hand up" You put your hand as well as majority of the class.

" Well there is no need for the the con side since the pro side won already clearly form the number of hands." The coach joked.

Sunghoon gathered hia stuff and walked over to you confidently.

" You did a amazing job but of you are going to be looking at other girls like that don't call me any nick names." You said mocking him from yesterday.

HE scoffed and said, " sweets its apart of the debate i only look at her so intensely so i can know what she says clearly.

" Well is smiling apart of debate? " you argued back.

" It's not but i decided to do to look nice."

" sure" you deadpanned.

His next move shocked you. He hugged you in front of everyone. That was a big deal since Sunghoon was known for not talking to anyone. Everyone looked at you guys and started talking.

"Hoon what are you doing?" you queysion him.

" I'm showing you that giving her smile was nothing and that you are more bigger than her, now lets go" he told you.

You grabbed your stuff and walked out with him.

You guys were outside and it was already dark. Which was nice since you love the way it looked.

-You guys stopped at the park in front of your house to sit on the benches.

" So y/n I know we just started talk and all but i Can't wait any longer." Sunghoon said as he stopped walking.

" What's up hoonie?" you ask him not thinking about it except what can't he wait for.

HE let out a sigh before saying," I wanna take you out."

You froze. You were in shock. You didn't think he would ask you out since he's way outta your league. Not knowing how your face looked you just assumed it was normal. But Sunghoon thought different.

" I have always had my eyes on you even before talking to you actually. You were really the only thing that distracted me from working. Like in class I would look at you and get distracted from your face. So when I saw you were in debate and i had to work with you i was very anxious that you would mess with me focus. Thats the truth and you better respond within 10 seconds or i'll regret this whole confession."

You were very taken by this confession. But did you hate it no. You liked Sunghoon so this was a great thing. You were just surprised that he liked you. You Y/N, You never thought you great looking or anything just mid. Finally you answered him and told him that, " I would like to go with him and that I felt the same way. I have liked you before but I didn't think anything would anything would happen."

" Well i'm glad you feel the same way. I just want you to know the date is tomorrow." He smiled showing his fangs.

" Okay hoonie" you smiled back at him. " You have a really pretty smile." you told him.

" Aw thanks y/ninnie I appreciate that a lot, You are the reason i smile a lot" He said while looking at you intensly.

" R-really that's nice to hear" You reply back to him. "fuck" you muttered at yourself for stuttered. Sunghoon smirked still looking at you in the eyes. But it was to much for you so your broke eye contact.

" Y/n can I get a kiss?" Sunghoon asked you confidently. He was probably so confident since you liked him back.' But what about my mental health'. You thought. Your heartbeat was uneasy at this whole thing. You wanted to give him that kiss. and you were.

Since he didn't specify where he wanted the kiss you gave him on his neck. When you did it you smelt his scent. Which was a husky but sweet. You some how "accidentally" suck on his skin a bit. He let out a small sound but you didn't point it out when you backed away. He looked so usable. HE was looking at you like wanted more but was containing himself.

" Sunghoon are you all right" you teased.

" Yes i'm alright but i'm just embarrassed." He laughed of the embarrassment.

" From what.. that whimper?" You laughed.

" Y/n it's time for bed... look at the time" he blurted out.

" It's only 7 pm" you raised your eyebrow.

He stayed quiet. " I guess your not confident anymore." You smirked. And with that he kissed you on the same spot that you kissed him on. But the only difference was he made sure to suck on it longer than you. In the mist of you called out his name softly. He answered back to you but you didn't say anything. You were trying to stay quiet since he was still sucking on your neck. He called your name against your skin. "Y/n?" with concern. You had no choice but to answer.

" hmm?"

" You okay?"

" mhm"

" Use your words"

' USE MY WORDS WTF. HE's DRIVING ME CRAZY'You yelled in your head.

" I'm okay hoon" you said lowly.

" I'm almost done" he said breathing on your skin. Then he went back to suck on it.

Now it started hurting Since hes been doing for a while now. You gripped on his pants too signal that it started hurting. But Sunghoon didn't take the hint.

" It hurts" you say.

As soon as you said that he pulled away. He looked at your neck and smiled.

" sorry i got a little carried away" he said while touching that back of his neck.

" A little?" You question.

" Yes a little, i could've kissed you on the lips you know" he argument jokingly.

" Sure but that wouldn't be fair" You say back." But I liked it, i liked everything" You tell him.

" yeah me too" he agrees.

" I guess i really have to go to home now" you pout.

" yeah, but we have the tomorrow so we can use all of our feelings tomorrow"he says joyfully.

"Also we are so lucky no one was in the park today" you say with relief.

" Yeah, so lets go" he tells you.

You guys got up and walked to your house. You kissed good bye then you went into your house.

Your mom wasn't home again but you figured she went away for a business trip again and didn't tell you.

-You took a shower and went in the bed. When you looked in the mirror you saw a small but purple hickey on your neck. You liked it because Sunghoon gave it to you.

You wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen tomorrow so you decided to watch some porn videos to know what to do. You watch one about blow jobs.

-To you it looked enjoy to do with Sunghoon. The way he would look if he had his dick in your mouth.The way he would sound. You wondered if he would whimper or groan. You hoped he'd whimper like he did earlier.

Then you watched some on making out.

-You watched how the girl was on top and didn't forget to grind on the guys cock. You figured you'd learn how to kiss on your own Since that would just come naturally.

Your last video you watched was girls giving guys a handy.

-You saw how the the wrapped around the guys cock and how the guys felt. You nodded to pay attention to the tip sometimes. Or that you could use both hands.

Now you were done with your research. You were so ready to spend time with Sunghoon. You guys had all the time in the world since tomorrow was Saturday. You didn't know what he had in store for you guys. Which made you excited.

You sudennly you got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-do you like scary movies?

Y/n

-Yes i love them

baby/hoon

-Well good night sweets

-Can't wait for tomorrow!

Y/n

-Me neither

-good night hoonie

And with that you turned off your phone and went to bed.

Morning

You woke early in the morning to get ready. You went in the shower and shaved and exfoliated. Your skin was smooth like a baby's bottom. you moisturized your body with baby oil then a body milk that smells good.

You decided to go for an outfit that classy but also cute BUT also scandalous. So you decided A black skirt that stopped right under your butt. Technically it was short but the way it was put together it didn't short.To top the skirt off you put on black sheer tights on. Then for your top you put on black fitted long-sleeve shirt. For your shoes you chose some Mary Jane shoes so you could be comfortable.Lastly for jewelry you put (whatever you want as well as your hair)

Just as you finished your last topping of getting ready you got a text from Sunghoon himself.

baby/hoon

-Picking you up at 1

-Can't wait too see you pretty

Y/n

-Okay hoonie

-i can't wait to see you neither.

You looked at the time and saw that it was 12:45. Luckily for you you were done getting ready. You felt nervous for your first date.

' Hopefully i look well enough for him.' You thought on your coach wait for time to pass by. which it did pretty fast. Next thing you knew Sunghoon texted you and told you he was outside.

You walked outside and saw Sunghoons outfit. He was in Grey pants with and Timberland's for his bottom half and for the tap he had on black shirt on with a leather jacket. As well has his glasses that fit his face perfectly. You also saw him in front of a car. You didn't know he could drive.

You were stunned by his appearance. HE looked so yummy to the eyes. You saw that he had (favorite flower) in his hand and those were your favorite. He looked shocked from your outfit. You walked over to him and greeted him.

" Hi sunghoon, you look amazing"

" Baby i could say the for you. You look even better. Maybe i should change?" He questioned.

"No you look great and we are matching just fine." You told him.

" Here are your flowers" Sunghoon smiled showing his fangs.

"Aw thanks hoon, I love them"

He smiled and said," what do i get in return." he said pointing his cheek.

" Oh you must really want one" you tease as you want to his face and kissed his cheek.

" Okay let's go sweets" He told you as he held the car door open for you. You made your way in the car and Sunghoon put your seat belt on. Then he closed the door.

To be quite honest all you were thinking about was sucking his dick. You didn't even notice Sunghoon get back into the care until the closed shut. you snapped back to reality.

" Y/n Are you ready?" Sunghoon asked you.

" Yes baby I am" you told him. You put your hand on his thigh and started caressing it it as a joke.

" Sunghoon you know you are my baby girl?" You ask him raising your eyebrow.

" Yeah i know I am no need to remind me" He joked back.

" Now let your baby girl drive in peace because you hand is distracting me" he told you.

you pouted before removing your hand from his thigh. He started driving as soon as you did that. The GPA said 30 minutes.

" Sunghoon what type of music do you listen too?" you asked him.

" ooh i listen to k pop, i really like the group ENHYPEN" he answered.

" What's your favorite song by them?" you asked.

And that how the yap session started. You guys started talking about everything not even realizing that the time was going by.

-At the restaurant.

" We are here BabY" Sunghoon told you.

" Yayyy I'm so excited" you told him.

He smiled you before getting out the care and unbuckling your seat belt.

" Hoon you know you don't have to do that" You whined.

" I know but i want to" he said smiling.

" Now come one lets go" He told you.

You got out the car and closed the door as Sunghoon got Something from the back. You waited for him to finish getting whatever he was getting so you guys could walk into the building the together. He came to you and grabbed your hand then guided you to the front pf the building.

You guys made it to the front and what you saw was K pot. You have literally always wanted to try it. That must be why it took s long to get here.

" Y/n do you like what i have so far?" Sunghoon asked you observing your face to see if you were lying.

" I love it don't worry hoon, I've actually been wanting to try it. Are you sure you didn't stalk me before this?" You asked him.

He stayed quiet. The lady finally came to front desk for you guys.

" Reservation for 2:00 pm, Sunghoon Park" he said to her.

The lady was starting eyeing him down. She must've been blow away by his visuals but can you blame her. NO. But you did blame her for flirting with him when you were literally right there.

" Okay hoon just follow me over her." She said with a flirty tone.

' HOON who does this girl think she is?' You frowned. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning. During this whole interaction with the girl he kept a straight face. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning.

" Don't worry baby I'm yours" He told you in your ear.

" I know but like i'm right here and she called you by your nickname" You protested back.

" Don't I'll make it up to you later" He smiled. You didn't know what he meant by that since his smile was to nice to mean something dirty or bad. You nodded and continued following the girl. She sat you guys at a table in the back. Which was nice since people weren't there. You guys sat down and got comfortable. Then started looking at menu.

(sunghoon is pink)

" waaa everything sounds really good"

" I'll order the things I know what is good"

" Okayy I'll trust you with the food.

Sooner or later the girl came back to take you guys order.

" Have you made your choices?" She smiled while looking at sunghoon.

' Well just forget about me' You thought.

" Yeah I would like _____________ and she would like the same as well."

" Also there is a thing that couples get a discount.. so are you guys a couple." She questioned.

' I've never no shit like that. She just wants to be noisy.' You cursed in your head.

"Yes we are" you told her this time. Her whole attitude changed from hearing this. Her facial expressions dropped down. She rolled her eyes at you and then looked back at Sunghoon Like she was in shock we were dating/on a date.

" okay I'll be back." She said with an attitude

" Hoonie i don't even wanna call you Hoon anymore." You frowned.

" What why!?" He pouted.

" Because she called you it."

He turned his head and wiped his eyes. Was he really crying or was he just playing.

" Sunghoon turn around i was joking" you whined. You tugged on his shoulder to turn around but he didn't budge. You heard sniffles coming from him.

" Sung turn around please." You asked him softly.

He turnt around and started laughing. But his eyes were a little . You decided to ask him about later so you didn't ruin the mood. So you just kissed him on his cheek.

" Y/n did you really mean that?" he asked you.

" No silly i was just joking" you laughed.

" Oh ok good" he smiled.

-

The food came with the food and not the girl finally. You made memories. . Now it's the drive back home. I'm sorry for the time skip:(

-

" Y/n do you wanna go home or come with me?" Hoon asked you.

" Yours" you answered quickly.

" Someones excited." he teased. "Well what do you wanna do watch a scay movie?"

" Mhm I'd like that" you replied back. You wondered if Sunghoon would do something to you while the movie and you wanted him too. But you didn't bring it up. But you remembered what you were supposed to bring up.

" Hoonie were you really crying from earlier?"

" Mhm I was but only because i didn't want you to take away my first nickname. I like that you gave it to me. "

" Aw baby i didn't mean to make you cry, i can make it up you." You told him.

" How?' He raised an eyebrow.

" you'll see" You said.

" Well until i see can i sing for you?" He asked you shyly.

" You can sing!?, but Yes you can you can sing for me" You told him. you didn't known he could sing. His voice was probably heaven.

" I'll sing a song from ENHYPEN., It'll be in Korean though" he told you.

"it's like a Polaroid love 사랑 촌스런 그 감정 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나? (야)왜 사랑에 목 매는 건지? 어차피 뻔한 감정이잖아 분명 다 안다 믿었지 알고도 빠진 함정인가 봐....." He sung to you.

He sounded like an angel. Even tho you didn't know what he was saying.

" Sunghoon you sounded like you came from heaven" You told in surprise.

" Thanks baby, I appreciate it a lot" He smiled.

Some time later

You guys made it into the driveway of Sunghoon's house.

" Y/n we are here come on hurry I have to use the bathroom" he urgently said.

You unbuckled your seat belt and got out the car following Sunghoon. He opened the door to his house and welcome you in.

" Wait right here I'll use the the bathroom on the first floor to give you a proper tour." he hurried the last to and speed walked to the bathroom.

You on the other hand was freaking out about what could happen. After some time sunghoon came out the bathroom.

“Okay y/n are your ready for the tour?” He teased.

“Yes Hoonie”

“ I’ll take you up stairs come one” he gestured you to follow him. You walked up the stairs and then he stopped. “ Y/n this is the bathroom on the second floor okay” he dragged out the okay.

“ okay hoon”

“ Now let’s go to my room” he smiled.

You guys walked down a long hallway and the door opened. His room was very spacious. He had a king sized bed and he still had many space. It was clean and filled with colors like grey, navy blue and white.

“ your room is cute and clean ” you told him.

“ was it not supposed to be clean?” He looked offended.

“ no it’s just that my room is a bit messy” you laughed off.

“ Oh okay y/n because I am always clean. I hate messy things but for you I can tolerate messy things” he smirked.

“ Sit down y/ninne” he told you.

“ okayy”

“ put this on”

“ what is it?”

“ matching pjs”

“ That’s so cute”

“ I’ll post it on my instagram”

“ you have instagram?” You were surprised that he posted on insta.

“ Yeah I’m pretty famous on it but most of everybody on there is just people who I thought I was good looking.” He laughed.

“ So you have hoes” you muttered under your breath.

“ what did you say y/n” he questioned.

“ nothing” you said rather fast.

“ Wanna see it?”

“ of course I wanna see it”

He took out his phone and opened instagram. You put out your hand so he could give you the phone. And he did. You immediately looked too see his following. Sunghoon had 50k followers!

“ SUNGHOON HOW DO YOU HAVE 50K?”

“ Ugh I don’t know” he shrugged.

“ let’s see your posts” you said out loud.

“ Mhm and this is why. You look like a hot CEO. Like a wattpad character” you told him in aw. He blushed but remained his cool.

“ Thanks again, you always compliment me.” He says.

“ You deserve the praise baby” you said as you kissed him.

“ well I’m done looking at your phone. Can we change now?”

“ mhm you can go in my bathroom and I’ll change here” he told you.

You walked to his bathroom that you didn’t even spot in the beginning. You took off your shirt and skirt and replaced them with the pjs. You looked at your self in the mirror and gave yourself a thumbs up.

You opened the door to see Sunghoon taking off his shirt . He didn’t see you since his shirt was over his face. You quickly close the door not wanting to invade his privacy. You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and he was done.

You walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

“ Y/n you look so cute” he said with happiness. he hugged you but quick let go.

“ thanks Hoonie you do too” you game him a compliment back.

“ Do I’ll put the movie on and then we gotta do something.” He said.

“ Okay hoonie”

“ What do you wanna watch baby?”

“ You could just put Anna belle”

“ Are you sure?”

“ yes of course”

You did that because you have watched the horror movie a million of times. So if you guys got somehow got “distracted” you wouldn’t care about the movie.

“ okay so are you willing to take a picture with me for my story?” He asked you.

“ Yes of course what pose ?” you smiled.

“ Okay so basically you have to sit on my lap facing me and then I snap a picture” he said shyly.

“ Okay anything for Hoonie” you told him getting ready to get on his lap.

“ Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you to make sure you actually wanted this.

“ Yes Hoonie I do” you reassured him.

You went on his lap and sat comfortably on it. He snapped a picture with your face in it.

“ Y/n I’m just joking with you but this picture is for me and the next pose is for me.” He smiled at you.

“ Hoonie can I get a pic for me too?” You asked h.

“ Mhm”

You grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of you on his lap while kissing him on the neck.

“ Perfect” you said while looking at the picture.

“ Okay time for the real picture” he said.

“ what are you gonna have me on my knees with your thing in my mouth for it now?” You blurted out without thinking.

“ Ah y/ninnie as much as I would like that no. Just do a hand pose and then that’s it.” He smirked.

“ can’t we make it happen ?” You asked him slightly rocking on his crotch area. He made a tiny groan sound from it but he remained calm.

“ Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you observing like he had all the the other times.

“ yes baby I want this, I want you,” you said coming close to his ear.

He grabbed your butt and started guiding it for his pleasure but also making sure you got yours. The pace was nice and slow. You were actually going crazy inside. From this touch and from the sounds coming from Sunghoons mouth. He was letting out whine from you kissing his neck and sucking on it. Then you felt it Sunghoons bulge from under you. You didn’t know what to do so you just kissed him. He kissed back lazily. He was so loose under you like you were in control. You had no problem with that.

You pulled back and looked at him. He looked fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked. You looked at him and then palmed him. Fuck he wasn’t expecting you to do that. He dropped his head and let out a Moan from his mouth.

“ Can I take care of this?” You asked him.

“ mhm “ he whined.

You pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His cock springed free. This was the first time you ever saw a cock before in real life. You weren’t scared or anything just nervous about how you would fit in into your mouth. It was long and just the nice size. It looked like a porno. Your thoughts spring wild you were wondering why you thought it looked like a porno.

This whole time think you were looking at Sunghoons cock. So that caused Sunghoon to call out for you?

“ baby are you okay?” He said sounding breathy.

“ mhm sorry” you reassured him.

Next thing you knew it you wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping it up and down.

“ Y/n fuck~” he moaned.

His sound made you wetter than you already were. You’ve been horny since the moment you got on his lap. But All you could worry about was giving Sunghoon pleasure.

You went started going to a slower pace to tease him and he whined at you. He even pouted at you when he did it. He was so weak under you. You replaced your hand with your mouth and that’s when Sunghoon really losed it. Not even a second later Sunghoon spoke to you.

“ Ah y/n it’s to much” Sunghoon told you.

You came up with a pop and asked him, “ Hoonie do you want me to stop?” Tilting your head to the side.

“ No please please continue.” He said weakly. You went back down and put his hard cock in your mouth. You went down slowly trying to adjust to having his length in his mouth.

You guessed Sunghoon had enough with your pace and wanted things to be his way. He grabbed your hair and started pushing your head up and down. Being careful not to hurt you. You decided that now that he was in control you could touch your self.

You dipped you hand into your underwear and started circling your clit. You have never been this wet before. Your pace was fast trying to get off as fast as possible so you let out moans which vibrated to sunghoons cock. Which made him moan even more.

“ c-cum y/n I’m” Sunghoon said brokenly. Poor guy couldn’t even say it right. After two more head bops he pulled your head off of his cock and came. You didn’t know what to look at, His face he made when he came or him cumming.” So you just chose the face he made since that would’ve been more memorable. You reached your orgasm the same time he which was perfect.

“ Y/n you are so perfect” he laughed.

“ I know I am, no I’m joking but Hoonie I never took you as a submissive type what’s up with that?” you teased him by playing with his cock head that still head cum on it. You didn’t stop until he said something.

“ y-y/n stop I’m s-sensitive” he whimpered.

“ Hoonie that’s not an answer”

“ u-um you are the r-reason I just want you to ruin me” he struggled to get out but eventually he did. Then you stopped playing with his tip.

“ Y/n I didn’t take as a dominant type either” he laughed.

“ it was very enjoyable I got to hear and give you pleasure” you told him.

“ Can I pleasure you now?”

“ No it’s all taken care of” you laughed.

“ what do you mean” Sunghoon whined.

“ I started touching myself when you took control” you spilled out.

“ I wanted to give you pleasure” he whined.

“ I’m sorry but I was so wet I just had to” you whined back.

“ don’t worry there will be a next time” he told you.

“ so what are we” you asked him.

“ y/n do you really need to ask that we are husband and wife” he joked.

“ but for real we are together now and by the at I got that picture of you sucking me off.” He laughed

" Well I guess going to debate has its reward" You joked.

- end

A/n: I JUST TYPED WHATEVER CAME TO MIND CONSIDER THIS MY FIRST STORY sorry if it sucked.

[ryanmarshallryan]

Another vore story inspired by a fun roleplay! Two bros, Jared and Porter, have dinner together, and Porter becomes part of the menu.

Jared and Porter met through a mutual friend who had invited them both over to watch a game a few weeks ago. The pair vibed well with each other and decided to hang out a few more times, which leads us to the main event, or should I say - feast.

Porter came over to Jared’s flat for another game. By the end of their little watch party, the pair of them were starving and Jared suggested Porter stay for dinner.

“I don’t wanna put you out, I can wait to make something when I get home,” Porter replied to him.

“Plenty of food right here, my guy,” Jared said, placing a rather large hand on Porter’s shoulder.

Porter shrugged. Why not stay? Jared got to work making enough fried rice, vegetables, and chicken, to feed a sizable commune.

“I haven’t gotten in meal prep, but I hear it can be super helpful during the week,” Porter said, assuming Jared was making lots of extra to freeze and have later on.

“Oh? Buddy, I don’t think I meal prep in the way you’re thinking. I could eat all this food and more,” Jared said, slapping his gut, and jiggling his 400 pound frame.

Porter lifted his eyebrows slightly, impressed by the big man’s hunger. He offered to help prepare the food, but Jared brushed him off.

“All you gotta do is relax. I got you,” Jared replied, patting Porter on the back. As Jared got close to Porter he could smell his natural scent, and his stomach began to rumble loudly.

A kitchen timer later, Jared and Porter were back on the couch eating huge portions of the dinner together out of oversized mixing bowls. In what seemed like only seconds, Jared tipped the bowl back into his mouth and swallowed the last of the food. Jared got up, and got another helping… and another… and another…

“Hey, should I fry up some sausages? I could do with something thicker sliding down my throat,” Jared suggested.

Porter, who was still working on his first bowl of fried rice and assorted veggies and such, replied, “I think I’m good, this bowl is great for now.” Porter watched Jared get up and get to work again, frying sausages and absent mindedly rubbing his gurgling belly, just barely beginning to distend. Jared didn't even stop to put the sausages on a plate, but just turned off the heat, and swallowed them each whole in succession, then chugged a large glass of water.

Jared came back and crashed onto the couch, rubbing his belly in a clockwise motion. It gurgled and groaned, beginning to digest the monster amount of food inside.

“Are you still hungry or is your belly just gurgling as it digests that big meal?” Porter asked, in awe of the belly in front of him, rising and falling with Jared’s breath.

“Bro, I’m always hungry, sure it’s digesting, but it could always welcome more,” Jared replied, “Hey you gonna finish that?” Jared said pointing at the half eaten bowl of food Porter had been holding. Porter shrugged again with a smirk and handed it over to Jared, who threw back the bowl into his mouth and swallowed the rest whole.

“Hey - I think there was a fork still in there,” Porter started, but Jared burped and chuckled at Porter.

“Caught it with my tongue,” Jared replied, placing down the fork.

A moment passed, filled with the sounds of belly gurgles and breathing. Porter broke the silence, “You know those intrusive thoughts - or is it impulsive - whatever it is,”

“I know what you’re saying.”

“Yeah those thoughts - I just had the random urge to put my ear to your belly and hear those gurgles up close,” Porter said with a nervous laugh, “Sorry, was that weird?”

“Yeah, it was weird,” Jared replied, “But why not, go ahead bro,” Jared slapped his gut and it let out a bigger gurgle.

Porter felt committed to the bit now, and leaned in close and put his ear to Jared’s gurgling belly. The stomach reverberated through him, making him shiver slightly. Porter considered the fascinating human stomach, and how it’s basically a big balloon inside us.

“I wonder how much more you could fit inside,” Porter said under his breath, rubbing Jared’s belly, “What else do you have in the kitchen? There’s bound to be something more in this house to satiate you.”

Jared took a deep breath, smelling Jared’s hair and neck, and realized his mouth was beginning to water again, Jared had an impulse himself and leaned forward a little to put his mouth close to Porter’s head, then shook himself out of it, “Food, in the kitchen, yeah, I have some grapes in the fridge I think.”

Porter got up, volunteering to grab the grapes, and glanced back to see Jared’s face looking after him with a hunger in his eyes. Porter thought to pluck some grapes off their vine, but then decided to just bring the entire container to Jared instead. He glanced over at Jared and saw him licking his lips, and was surprised to realize he could hear Jared’s stomach gurgles all the way in the kitchen.

“I’m curious, what’s the most you’ve eaten in one sitting?” Porter asks, as he hands the grapes to Jared, who slows down his intake by having just a few at a time, swallowing the clusters whole.

“One sitting? Hard to guage… probably that buffet…” Jared considered, swallowing another bunch of grapes with a slurping sound.

Porter watched as the lump in Jared’s throat traveled down and landed with a little plopping sound, barely audible over the gurgling. “How many plates did you eat at the buffet?”

“Plates?” Jared replied with a smirk, “Hmm if I had to count, maybe like 150?”

“150 Plates?!” Porter realized he was beginning to show a hard on through his pants, and shifted a bit to hide it. “Man you could probably swallow a whole cart of food and still have room to down a waiter!”

“How did you - what do you mean a waiter?” Jared looked puzzled.

Porter laughed, “Well, yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound like making fun of you, I think it’s cool how much capacity your stomach must have.” Porter realized his heart was racing, “Honestly you could eat me and barely noticed a dent in your gut.”

Jared looked at Porter with a serious expression that melted into a curious smile, “You - you want me to - eat you?” His mouths continued to water, and his heart began racing aswell.

Porter shivered, “No - like - I mean you could, but like - it’s a joke,” Porter replied with more unconvincing laughter. Porter wondered if this was some strange foreplay for sex. Jared wondered if Porter’s hesitation was foreplay for vore. To be safe, Jared shrugged it off.

“I’m just messing with you, bro,” he said, “I mean you do look pretty tasty, don’t get me wrong, but it’s chill, bro,” Jared said looking Porter up and down, rubbing his gut and thinking of the quickest way he could get him down into his gullet.

Porter took a deep breath, looking at Jared’s belly, mesmerized. “If you could, I mean like - do you really think you could eat me? Like swallow me whole?” Porter looked up to Jared’s hungry eyes. “That’s crazy, isn’t it?” Porter asked, beginning to hope it wasn’t crazy at all.

Without even realizing he was doing it, Porter got up and straddled Jared, putting both of his hands to the sides of Jared’s belly, rubbing it, and lifting his shirt up to get a better feel of it. It was a gorgeous belly. He wondered if he could fit in it.

Jared’s stomach gave a particularly loud rumble “Hey, I’m still hungry, those grapes didn’t hit the spot.”

Porter looked up at his eyes and spoke slowly “Well - maybe an extra 250 pounds - of man might do the trick.” He smiled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

“Only one way to find out,” Jared replied, taking his shirt off, and helping Porter begin to strip as well. Porter took a deep breath to slow his anticipatory shaking, leaned down and kissed Jared’s belly. Jared gets up and motions for Porter to sit back on the couch.

Jared took Porter’s feet up and opened his mouth wide, leaning forward over them and swallowing hard. Porter shivered, his feet being tickled by Jared’s tongue, uvula and then tightly squeezed down his throat. Jared swallowed hard again, leaning forward and Porter felt his body lift off the couch momentarily as Jared pulled him deeper.

Jared and Porter shared a look of shock, surprised how easily Porter was sliding down Jared’s gullet. Jared’s shock turned to determination as he grabbed Porter’s sides and shoved them deeper into his mouth. Porter felt Jared’s saliva coating his legs as they were tightly squeezed down his throat. It was like getting deepthroated in the most literal sense.

“Wow you're mouth can really stretch!” Porter said, inbetween heavy breaths and sensual moaning. Jared replied with some mumbled exclamations, and his stomach replied with another large gurgle. The pressure of Jared’s throat let up on Porter’s toes and feet, as they plunged into a mixture of the dinner and grapes they ate before.

“I'm beginning - to think - you might be able - to actually - eat me” Porter breathed out in amixture of sensual elation and panic. His hands grabbed hold of Jared’s belly from the outside, almost subconsciously looking for an anchor to the world outside, as he came to the realization that he was still getting eaten. Jared’s stomach growled in protestation.

“Man, that was so hot - but maybe we should slow down. My legs are already feeling a bit cramped inside, I don't wanna puncture your stomach!” Porter said, his legs squirming around inside Jared’s belly and pushing against the stomach walls, as his hands feel them from the outside.

Jared’s eyes close in pure contentment that you might see on someone breaking their fast. He moans and gulps once again, pulling Porter’s torso into his throat. Porter tried to take a deep breath but couldn't expand his chest with the growing pressure of Jared’s throat. Instead he let’s out a little air in the form of a submissive moan. Jared moaned aswell in some sort of meditative trance, as his gut filled out over his knees. Porter tried jerking his hips and torso to pull Jared to his senses, but that only managed to pull him deeper into Jared’s body faster. 

Jared finally opened his eyes and stared at Porter’s eyes, just inches away from his. They locked eyes for what seemed to be hours. Jared contemplated what to do next, whether to try and let Porter go, or swallow him down like the tasty food he could be. Porter felt mild relief at the pause, but also a bit of disappointment. Even though the prospect of digestion was scary… it was also kind of enticing. Jared still stayed frozen in though, so Porter wriggled a little more.

Jared’s eyes softened almost in a puppy dog fashion, begging for Porter to give in. Porter glared seriously for a moment, then almost smirked with his eyebrows. Why not keep going?

Porter relaxed his body again, allowing gravity to pull him down further. Jared took the opportunity and stood up, letting Porter’s body slump down into his gut with gravity taking over completely. Jared tilted his head back easily, just like he was throwing back a bowl of fried rice. The rest of Porter’s body slid easily down his gullet and filled out his belly. Jared fell back onto the couch with a heavy flop, letting out a roaring belch as he pat his stomach.

“Ooof man, you were delicious, thanks for filling this gut up,” Jared said after a well-deserved deep breath. Porter curled up into a ball, and smelled the mix of aromatic foods, mixed with stomach acid.

“Man this is hot - really hot - but does this mean I’m gonna get - you know - digested?” Porter asked?

Jared stretched out and replied with a yawn “Weeellll,” the word echoed all around Porter, “You are food now…” Jared felt the bumps around his belly where Porter’s body was distending it. Porter felt the stomach walls constrict and relax around him, kneading his body like all the food before him.

“Wow… so you really did eat 150 plates at the buffet,” Porter began, “I thought that was just hyperbole.

“Don’t forget the waiter!” Jared replied.

“Wait, you’ve eaten guys before?”

“Only like two times,” Jared began, “That guy at the buffet caught me in a moment of pure carnal hunger,” Jared continued, reminicing thoughtfully on the most full belly he had ever had, “And well - you know that guy who introduced us? That man covered himself in bean dip and literally asked me to devour him.”

“Wow… that’s kinda hot,” Porter replied.

“I know right? And now you, so that makes three. Willing food is the best. Wish I could eat you over again.” Jared enjoyed the thought of eating Porter again, along with ice cream, a tray of more rice, and began to consider driving to a buffet again and going for round two.

“Well if you let me out… I think I could be persuaded to get back in another time…” Porter said.

“Really?” Jared said curiously.

“Maybe next time, you could just put me in a tub of fried rice instead of eating one after the other…”

“I’m liking your creativity… But for now let’s just enjoy this moment. Let me know when my stomach acid becomes too much for you.”

“Will do,” Porter replied… excited for the prospect of having time to process getting eaten, and make it an even better experience.

[kapposuch]

You get in a fistfight

Bad Batch x reader (headcannons)

Warnings: Fighting, Alcohol, Slightly suggestive in some spots, nothing too spicy though

I'm super fucking ill rn and have been recovering from a medical procedure so here's some 100% self serving headcannons about my favourite group of boys because I'm itching for some sort of drama <3

apologies if this isn't great but I'm here to entertain myself for the long run

Scenario

It's an easy going night, and you're all in Cid's parlour, sitting in a booth and relaxing with drinks after a lovely payout from a very high-risk high-reward job. As the night went on, the rowdier you happened to get, as did the remainder of the group of people that had come into the parlour to bet on Omega's killer games of Dejarik, much to Hunters disdain.

An imposing zabrak seemed pretty intent on getting hefty winnings, so when things didn't go his way and he was beaten by the girl with the sunny smile, he too, got rowdy.

You were heading back from the bar with another round of drinks served by Cid, when he grumbled some obscenities towards Omega, to which, you were very much not impressed. Now, you're in no way a helicopter parent over this 5-parent child, but like hell were you letting that slide.

Can't have a Ho-down without a throw-down.

And so, you hit the fuck it button, my personal favourite, and take one of the drinks to pour down his face. A fist fight ensues. Naturally.

Hunter

He wants to be surprised, he really does, but he saw this coming from a mile away

sort of just sits there and sighs, a lil shake of his head as he waits for you to finish this man and head back to them

he is in no way, shape, or form, worried about you. in the same way he'd let his brothers kick up a bar fight without stepping in to help, he'll do the same with you, because clearly, you can handle yourself.

and Christ, can you handle yourself

fists are flying, people are cheering, and Hunter feels a twinge of pride come barrelling towards him

a sort of 'hey, I taught them that' moment

you're honestly having the time of your life, which is valid, but also makes you some what of a target

if someone else steps in to help the zabrak who instigated, he's sure as shit gonna stand up and give them the coldest glare known to man.

you're definitely relying on hand to hand right now, keeping on your toes and being swift, all the while being at least a tad tipsy, which, props to you, Hunter is shocked by your tenacity

the fight doesn't take long to end, especially since you're hyped enough to take on a Rancor. last time he did that, it took Wrecker at least 10 minutes, and all of his own energy to do that

he'll settle you by his side once it's over, and have a sort of look that says 'you really shouldn't have' while he cuddles you tight to his side and takes a swig of his drink

if you're wounded in any way, expect some PDA. while it's not usually his go to, he's not particularly sober so wouldn't mind kissing your knuckles or grazing his fingers across your cheeks to check for cuts or scratches.

if there's anything bad, he'll scoop you into his lap and make sure to rub or kiss you better, and promises to administer first aid whenever you're ready to go

he knows alcohol works like a numbing agent, so either way, you'll be feeling it in the morning. so he may as well let you enjoy the rest of your fun as to not leave a sour taste in your mouth

he's proud as fuck, honestly.

depending on how much he's drank, he'll coo into your ear how much he'd love to 'spar' with you another time to help you out with some techniques.

all the while, snaking his arms around your waist, resting them on your thighs, and giving a light squeeze.

nothing better than some possessive squeezes to ignite the fire in your belly

Wrecker

now,

in most circumstances, this man would just stand up when this asshat throws, or even threatens, to punch you, and that would just about chase anyone away

but he's had some drinks, and wants to witness chaos as much as the next good Samaritan. and who are you to deny the sunshine rainbow boy a healthy dose of chaos

there is a lot of items being thrown, much to Cid's clear disdain, but you don't care. you have claimed a chair and it is no longer for sitting, it's an improvised projectile

you land plenty of hits on this poor sod of a man, before he eventually backs down, all the while Wrecker is experiencing the entertainment of his life

it's hilarious to see someone he'd consider relatively calm lose their shit and start swinging, and to have that person be his? he already knows you have his back no matter what, but you have sealed the deal

"Your hand, I need it. so I can marry you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

you're probably hurt. you threw a chair, hon, you're gonna be hurt, it probably ricocheted and bounced directly off your skull, which

I'm not saying is a good thing, but I'm so glad, it made him keel over laughing. he cares but Christ it was beautiful.

if you come back to him hurt, he'll start pestering Tech to take a look at you, all the while cradling you like a baby and providing you with kisses and compliments on your wild gremlin-like fighting skills

you fit perfectly in his lap, so that's where you're staying, where he can keep you safe and let you calm down from all the excitement.

he's proud. he shouldn't be, because you just about beat that man within an inch of his life, but he's proud.

"That's ma' pardner!"

sounds like a cowboy because since when does he pronounce words properly. we love him though, our big dumb cowboy

you're the chaotic duo no one asked for

if it happens again (it probably will), no holding back. he will start throwing things. including his food if necessary

Tech

he was waiting for this.

saw it coming a mile away

you're not the best at fighting but you're not the worst, so he wants to let it play out, but at the same time, he's calculating the chances of a tipsy, maybe even drunken you winning a fight with someone who's clearly more sober than you are

but he knows better than to underestimate the power of alcohol, and his love of course

most of the time is spent staring down at his holopad, with the occasional glance up to check that you're still physically standing

at some point, he gets bored of not having your presence next to him, so he'll stand and make himself known to your assailant

"I'd recommend sitting back down, y/n. It's clear someone so desperate for masculine validity isn't going to back down until you're giving in."

You look at him with the most confused eyes, having just about no idea what he said, but you know it was a roast as this zabrak has eyes on Tech

now, our sweet boy has no reason to prove himself. he's plenty good in battle, as you've seen, and it's naturally a mistake to try and take on a clone

your foe just about throws himself towards Tech with quite a lot of force, to which goggles simply steps to the side, takes his dance partner by the wrist and thigh, and tosses him over his head onto the floor

you're absolutely gobsmacked

Tech seems utterly unfazed and grabs you by the wrist this time, gently pulling you back to the table, all the while stepping over this poor bastard sprawled on the dirty floor

he sits you down, gives you a once over for bruises or wounds, before getting comfy and diving into his holopad

he shuts things out for a little while, though eventually, a free hand makes its way to lace fingers with yours between you

he'll lean over and whisper as to not interrupt his brothers conversation

"If you like, I'll teach you proper self defence. You're fine on your own, but it'd be smart to learn suitable techniques."

it's endearing, and the sort of compliment that doesn't sound like one, but you know it is, and you absolutely agree to it

anything to spend more time with him

Echo

he's stunned for the most part, considering how calm you often tend to be around him

but he's not seen a bar fight since he was last at 79's with the 501st

a blast from the past, but a welcome one all the same

he's close to getting up and joining you while you're throwing punches, but he decides against it. he'll step in if you need him, so he'll just sit back and watch

considering he's had quite a few, and despite being half machine, he's still got the guts and brain of a clone, he's happily tipsy

some of the patrons don't seem so happy to be dodging a fight between a complete gremlin and a man with a dick smaller than your pinky nail, and you get a few threats from others mid fight

you're already too focused on your swings, dodging here and there to notice the words

Echo noticed though

now, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved, but now that you're getting threats to be ganged up against?

no sir.

he's swearing like a sailor, honestly. throwing a few 'shit's and 'bastards' here and there as he grumbles his way over to you

the zabrak eventually notices he's got what looks like a tank of a man hounding up the way behind you, and gradually raises his hands, asking to drop the fight

you have no idea Echo is now behind you, and with a healthy swing, you get a nice crack to your foes jaw

and down he goes

everyone gets back to it and your opponent, slumped on the dirty floor where he belongs, is left to sit

by the time you realise Echo is behind you, he's already chuckling, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you to his chest

he's mighty proud of you for handling the situation, and tells you he came for moral support, or defence if anyone else got involved, leaving you giddy

"good job, mesh'la, maybe you could... show me some of your moves another time?"

leaves a rough kiss on your cheek, almost as if to say to the rest of the parlour, 'this ones mine'

confident drunk. change my mind. I dare you

he's a bit too whizzed to check you for injuries, but so are you. you're not feeling anything but a flame in your belly as you sit down with him, almost on his lap

he won't let you go for the rest of the night, always reaching around you to pick up his drink to take a sip. his arm will not unwrap from you. you're stuck with him

I don't think you mind, though ;)

Crosshair

he really wants to care

but Jesus Christ he's had enough of this shit from the good ol' days with the rest of the 99'ers when wrecker would throw his food tray

but honestly? entertainment factor just went up

watching his drunk little partner stumble around with a switch blade, god knows where you got it from, was so funny to him

he's doing his best to hide his grin, but considering his brothers are all far to drunk or unbothered to point it out, he lets go and simply gets comfortable

eventually, your swinging slows out of exhaustion, since you're pretty sleepy from the mission

cross notices pretty quick, and considers getting up

he waits a moment more to see what the zabrak does, until his grimy, dirty hand grabs your bicep

oh no. not a chance, buddy.

Cross still doesn't move from his seat, but simply pulls his own tactical knife from it's sheath and it absolutely flies across the room

in the zabrak's bicep

all's fair, right? he touches you, he gets punishment, yeah?

the zabrak just about screams and rips the blade from his arm, blabbering on about how the pair of you are crazy, before running off

you, still a tad weary, pluck his blade from the floor and look over to a very possessive looking Crosshair, whom is patting the space of the booth beside him, silently demanding you sit

you do as your told, snuggling into his side, and he simply leans down with a quiet whisper

"if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask, cyare."

his arm is snaked around you, and his hand comfortably glued to your thigh.

he's not letting you out of his sight

and god, he's glad he gave you a switch blade. maybe you need lessons

he'd happily oblige on the conditions that you... return favours for him

[swampstew]

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Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!

Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson

Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard

Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...

You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.

"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."

With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.

The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.

After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."

"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.

"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."

You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."

Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.

"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.

"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."

Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!

There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie

Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.

"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.

"Oh? What's going on later?"

"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.

You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.

"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."

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Thinking abt bf!Innie taking you to see a horror movie with his friends, but while watching the movie y/n gets rlly scared so Jeongin puts her on his lap and cuddles her. Then he fingers y/n in the car to make her happy💗🙁

oh ho ho nonnie... now you've put that idea in my head, and damn is it a good one.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, cussing, petnames (babe, baby, pretty, lovely, princess, jeonginnie, jeong, innie) dom!jeongin, semi-public fingering, idk that's probably it. let me know if I missed any!

You were supposed to meet the guys at Hyunjin's place for your weekly movie night. there was only one problem, it was a horror movie. Despite yours and felix's protesting, it had been decided. You disliked horror movies, you were easily scared. You tried to convince Jeongin to not go this week, but he said he'd be right next to you so you didn't have to worry. That didnt help though, you didn't want to be scared.

"Baby, you almost ready to get goin'?" Jeongin knocked on the door to get your attention, peering his head into the room. You were picking up your phone from the bed, looking visibly pissed off. "Mhm, we can leave." your voice was flat as you opened the door fully, walking right past Jeongin. "Princess, dont be upset, it's just a movie. It's not supposed to be all that scary, anyways. We've been doing these movie nights for a year." You knew you shouldn't be this upset, but you hated scary things, you've always been that way. Jeongin hugged you from behind, murmuring into your neck, "Promise i'll keep you safe, pretty. it'll be over before you know it." You hummed, "If i scream its your fault! Lets leave before they get on your ass for being late again."

He held the door open for you, both of you making your way to the car. The ride wasn't long, you had started to relax a bit. You heard Jeongin take the keys out of the car, before he was making his way to open your door, holding his hand out, "C'mon, I know they're waiting for us." You both made your way up to the door, knocking and it being answered quickly. "Hyun!! They're both here, you can get the movie started!" Chan yelled to Hyunjin before greeting you both, "Made it on time this week?" You playfully hit his arm, "Shut up it was one time!" "You were literally an hour late!" "It was one time, Chan!" You both started laughing.

Everyone was figuring out their seats across the couch and floor. Chan spoke to the group, grabbing their attention, "Alright make room, the loverbirds have arrived." Han and Minho looking at each other before saying "Ew..." "Boo, tomato, nasty." Both of them teasing you two. Jeongin spoke, "Yea whatever, talk when you can actually get a girlfriend." Han rushing to defend himself, "Hey! I've had girlfriends before!" Seungmin turned to him, "When? In like 7th grade, for a week?" "You're supposed to be on my side dude!" "Just saying the tru-" Hyunjin clapped his hands, "Alright shut up, movies gonna start!" Everyone began to quiet down.

You and Jeongin sat on the far end of the couch, his arm holding your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes every time a jumpscare occurred. You weren't happy, but the movie seemed pretty tame. At least, that's what you thought before it started to get real gruesome. A loud noise coming from the tv causing you to gasp, "Fuckin hell.." Jeongin leaned his head down, "You alright babe?" "No Innie, it's getting too scary." "Cmere, sit in my lap, i'll hold you till its finished." You moved yourself onto his lap, still watching the screen, his hands holding your waist and thigh. Each time you got scared, you would push yourself into his chest, an involuntary reaction. What you hadn't noticed was each time you did that, your ass would move right against jeongin's crotch.

You felt his hands push your hips down, "Stop moving like that, we're in front of all the guys." You could finally feel how hard he was under you, your clothed cunt sitting right against it, you moved your hips forward slightly. He squeezed your hips again, pushing you down against him, leaning in towards your ear, "Behave, or I'll fuck you right in front of everyone." You nodded, focusing on the movie again, attempting to not move when you got scared. You had been doing a half-decent job, he knew you were trying your best. You gasped again, the main character getting dragged into a basement before having some not-so-pg13-things happen to them, you shook your head, grabbing jeongin's hands. "Shh, shh I got you." "No jeonginnie, it's too scary, dont wanna watch it anymore." "Movie is almost over, hang in there and i'll make sure you feel better in the car." "But-" You looked up at the screen, another jumpscare, making you push yourself against him, a feeble attempt to get away from the tv. "Just close your eyes baby, innie's got you. It's almost over, nothings gonna get you." You listened to him, closing your eyes and turning your head away.

It wasn't all that long before you started to hear everyone begin to speak. changbin spoke, "Alright, it wasn't that bad, look even felix was able to watch it." "Yea, could've been a lot worse." Felix looked over at you two, "Did it scare her?" He had asked Jeongin, "Mhm, she made it through most of it, though." Han patted your shoulder, "That's progress! Maybe next time you'll get through the whole thing." Your eyes widened, fuck that. "I'll stay home the next time if you guys wanna watch horror, Innie can go by himself." Jeongin squeezed your hand, "I think we'll both pass, don't want her getting freaked out again." Hyunjin chimed in, "That's probably a good idea, sorry we scared her." Jeongin tapped your leg, "C'mon, time to go home." You stood up from his lap, grabbing your belongings off the couch. "We're gonna head home, text me later so we know what were gonna do next week." "Yea! we'll make sure its some cringey romcom or something." You waved at the guys, wishing them all a goodnight.

You got into the car, holding Jeongin's hand. "Don't make me do that again Jeong, freaked me out too much." He moved his hand onto your thigh, "I know baby, 'm sorry." He moved his other hand to grab your chin, giving you a kiss. "Didnt think it'd be that bad, lovey." His hand ran up your thigh a bit more, your breath hitching because of how close he was to your core. "Want me to make it up to you? Make you feel good?" You looked at him, "But- We're in the car, what if someone sees?" "The boys are gonna stay inside, and its dark out, nobody's gonna know."

You nodded your head. "Want you to make it better innie.. was so scared." His hand moving to unbutton and unzip your jeans. "Mhm, I know. Let innie make it better." He leaned over more, kissing you while he slipped his hand into your panties. He moved his fingers right over your clit, rubbing it slowly, taking all your moans into his mouth. you moved away, trying to catch your breath, "Jeongin please, need your fingers, dont tease me." He moved his lips along your neck, "Alright, princess. Whatever you want." He gathered your slick onto his fingers, "So wet for me.." You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. He pushed two fingers into your needy hole, causing you to gasp at the sudden stretch. "Gonna make sure you feel better," He curled his fingers, pressing against your sweet spot, slowly pumping the two digits into your pussy. "Fuck jeongin, there- need more, gimme more." "More what baby? What do you want?" "Innie~ Want you to go faster, need your fingers to make me cum." You threw your head back as he immediately fulfilled your request, fucking his fingers into you quicker, thumb making circles on your clit. "Can feel you clenching around me," "Fuck- Jeonginnie... mmm, please.." He curled his fingers again, grazing that gummy spot. Your back arched as he gripped your jaw, kissing you deeply before pushing his tongue past your lips. "Mmph.. mm-" You moaned into the kiss, moving your tongue against his. God you were so close, you were right there. He separated from your mouth, mumbling sweet nothings to you.He applied pressure to your clit, moving his thumb against it faster. "Innie.. baby wan' cum." "Go ahead, cum all over my fingers." "Shit.. ahh- cumming- innie~", gripping onto his wrist as you screwed your eyes shut, walls spasming around him.

"There you go, did so well for me." He removed his hand hand from between your legs, you whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He licked his fingers clean, "Always taste so good.." "Thank you, feel a lot better." He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, before turning the keys and starting the engine. He took your hand in his, "Lets get you home so I can properly fuck you." You squeezed his hand a little, giggling at his comment. He flashed you a cheesy grin before driving away from Hyunjin's house, eager to do just as he had said.

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ask, nonnie! i loved writing this and may have gotten just a bit too carried away 😅😅.. I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED PUTTING IT TOGETHER!! YOURE ALWAYS WELCOME BACK INTO MY ASK BOX... remember, let's play ♡.

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this land is your land

for @wincestwednesdays - americana

"Relax," Sam says, and Dean says back immediately "You relax," but that doesn't work because Sam, damn him, is so relaxed Dean's surprised he's still walking upright and not a puddle of dissolved bones, somewhere a few miles back on the sun-baked road. Where the car's sitting, steaming, the engine ticking as it cools, alone--

"You know what's wrong?" Sam says, and Dean gives him a look, and Sam says, "You know how to fix it?" and Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam says, "So what are you gonna do about it between here and that co-op in town?" and Dean says, "You know, this is how you talked when you didn't have a soul," and Sam laughs kinda soft, hitching his backpack higher.

Hot, humid, but not horrible. The fields growing up with something green. Maybe future wheat. Dean's not a farmer. The kind of summer day where you want to lay in thick grass and drink about twelve ice-cold beers and eat watermelon, or burgers off the grill, or a rainbow snowcone just dripping with every color, like remember, that time --

"Fairfield County Fair," Sam says, grinning. He drags his hair back from his forehead. Their jackets tied around their waists and Sam's sleeves rolled up to his elbows; if it gets much hotter out here he might strip that layer too and then, hey, free show. "Yeah. That was good. Other than the ghost."

"Ghost was easy," Dean says, "as was Miss Mindy the concessions girl. You remember, right? All that funnel cake?"

"I think I puked it all over the tilt-a-whirl," Sam says, dry, and Dean grins back at him so Sam rolls his eyes, but -- he remembers, and that's what matters to Dean now. When he's got this brother, stitched back together, remembering the snowcone and the tilt-a-whirl and also what it means, that they're walking side by side through this yellow afternoon, sweating their balls off.

A barn, past the next field of maybe-wheat. White-painted metal that's peeling bad as they get closer, but it's got a heavy fall of shadow in the driven-over silty dust and abandoned crates that don't collapse when Dean plants his ass on one, so it's good enough for now. "Could go for a snowcone," he says, and Sam snorts somewhere past his closed eyes and there's a thunk of his bag hitting the dirt and then scuffing away, through the silt, and Dean watches the world golden through closed lids and imagines. Sam sweating, long, his body moving sure through the shadow and then -- through the barn door, sliding on squeaky rollers -- and then into somewhere Dean can barely hear him except whatever he imagines might echo through the wall, but it's okay because he'll come back. He's promised that, now. Dean turns his head against the side of the barn anyway, his ear against the warm metal, in case there's some echo. Long night and a long day and a long night ahead and maybe it's lame but he's old now, or feels it, and he's tired. He'll take even an echo.

In the barn: dusty John Deeres, and tools Sam doesn't bother to describe, and a case of too-warm water of dubious age in cheap plastic bottles. "Thief," Dean says, but just to say it, and Sam shrugs and says, "Trespassing, too," but he cracks a bottle and hands it to Dean and Dean dumps it over his head, just to get off some of the sweat and dust. Long walk. Sam says dude and Dean says, "Bite me," but when he slicks his hand back over his head Sam ends up smiling at him, after all, and hands him another bottle to actually drink, and then -- bends at the waist and dumps water over the back of his own head, slicking his hair to black in the shade, dripping down and turning the dust to mud. Stripped down to his t-shirt after all and the water sopping the grey to dark. "See, I'm a genius," Dean says, and Sam scratches through his hair and groans like he does on other midnights and says, "Don't get ahead of yourself," but when he sits down next to Dean his hair's curling wet against his neck and he looks as relaxed as Dean's seen him in -- god, how long? Years anyway. Like Dean would see him sometimes in dreams, during that year that's pressed too close up against his back teeth, and he'd wake up on those mornings with his heart full in his chest and with a good mood, almost, that lasted until he opened his eyes and remembered what bed he was in and the mood pierced like a water balloon that hadn't popped right. Draining out slow until he was left pointless and limp.

Sun finally heading toward setting. Over the fields the air's golden, thick in that way of summer. Sky exactly the shade of a cherry '67 Mustang. Acapulco Blue. Sam's bootheels stretch out to full-length in the silt, past the mud-mess he made, and there's his legs long in denim. Dust on the hems. Dean leans forward, elbows on his knees, taking in one of those long deep breaths that when he blows it out feels like he's expelling air from decades ago. Lungs one hundred percent empty.

Big hand on the back of his neck. He closes his eyes. Sam strokes up over his head where the hair's gone spiky-wet and then smooths it back down, his thumb braced up behind Dean's ear. Heavy and hot.

"Gonna make it back to town tonight?" Sam asks. Like he doesn't know the distance just the same as Dean. Dean shrugs. Sam hums and squeezes Dean's neck, and then Dean opens his eyes and looks from where his head's held down like this to see Sam's heel draw up through the dust, and for his knee to press against Dean's, and then his hand dragging down Dean's back and then back up under his shirt, hot on damp skin, a big square heavy thing. Landing somewhere up between his shoulderblades. Dean wants it on his dick and on the side of his face thumbing his mouth and also just exactly where it is. Sam touching him. Over that last year, what he missed more than anything else. For Sam to touch him and for it to mean what it was supposed to, when Sam touched him.

"We've probably got the worst case of swamp ass this side of the Mississippi," Dean says.

"You remember that time in Tupelo?" Sam says, and of course Dean does. Of course, every single time, like some dorky glittery journal in his heart, he remembers -- Sam's face over his in Tupelo spattered with mud-and-blood and laughing at how disgusting it was, and doing it anyway; Sam's breath desperate at the back of his neck in Portland, both Maine and Oregon; Sam's fingers lacing with his in Colorado Springs, and Sam pressed chest-to-chest with him in Pittsburgh, and Sam's mouth blurring strange in the drunken dark in too many places to name. Dean remembers.

Sam lifts his hand, stretching Dean's shirt, and Dean feels the air gust up against his sweaty back before he follows it, unbending slowly, and then Sam's whole arm's shoved awkward up against his spine, his fingers and thumb bracketing Dean's neck, and when Dean tips his head back Sam's there to catch him.

"Gonna miss the show tonight," Dean says, slit-eyed. Salt in his eyelashes.

The county such-and-such. Volunteer firefighters put on the show, one of the witnesses told them. Not a big display but big enough to please the kids and the folk who hadn't got too cynical for it. He was kind of looking forward to catching it, just because. When was the last time they'd had a July 4th that wasn't some kind of miserable?

"Maybe," Sam says. His eyes on Dean's mouth. Which is so like the soulless version Dean's heels dig into the ground, some weird no instinct making him want to stand -- but then Sam's eyes flick up to meet Dean's, and he grins lopsided and dorky like Sam always used to, when he was okay enough to grin, and relief washes through Dean like stepping under a waterfall. "Could celebrate right here, though. Right?"

"You think that line actually works on anyone?" Dean says, chest blooming hot, and Sam says, "Guess we'll see," in a way that's frankly smug, and Dean rolls his eyes but he also swivels on his stolen crate-seat and presses his mouth against Sam's and gets salt-sweat and stale bottled water and also the good spit-flavor of his tongue, and so maybe Sam deserves the smug.

Birds calling in the trees by the barn, squawky-loud like they're making commentary. Sam's thigh hard and hot alongside his. At first Sam presses against him too hard and Dean grunts, and then Sam lays his other hand soft against Dean's cheek and kisses him sweet, instead, and then grips Dean's neck and kisses him just -- right, Goldilocks finding the right level of comfort. Dean lays his hand on Sam's chest and feels his heart go right out of himself, like a roman candle.

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I love your fic “When the cat's away...”! ♥️💙 Now I really wanna know how they got together after Spider man into the spider verse

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Here's the fic which you should probs read first When the cat's away...

Soooooooo.

In the comics Spiderman and the black cat have a very flirty relationship and always end up hanging out when they're both on duty, the difference being Cat is more of a vigilante and anti-hero. They also have an on/off relationship with Cat being the main instigator.

After him and MJ got divorced, he started using his Spiderman persona more because he felt his real self was too pathetic. So he starts going off on more jobs and stakeouts. He actually finds himself looking for Cat and following her to find out more about her (ik this sounds creepy but hey ho). And he finds himself falling for her.

*skip the portal opening up and him finding Miles*

When he's talking to Miles he finds himself asking about Cat...

"So in this universe, do you have a black cat?"

"There's one that lives on the roof I think--"

"no no. The Black Cat. The vigilante."

"No? Is that someone I should look out for? Am I gonna get my own?"

"Yeah, just when you meet them...have fun." (I'm using 'them' because Peter B. wouldn't know what gender Black Cat will show up as in Miles' universe.)

*Aunt May's house*

When Aunt May sees Peter B. she immediately goes to the door and brings out a letter addressed to this universe's Peter that he didn't get a chance to open before he died. The envelope has 3 distinct claw marks slightly scratched into it. He smirks knowing it was you, well this universe's you.

He opens the letter and reads...

"Hi Peter. I'm sorry it's been a while but I thought MJ wouldn't appreciate you always hanging out with me, so I took myself out of the equation. I'm truly happy you found someone and that you like your life with her. But because I don't plan on seeing you again I have to tell you. I love you. I'm in love with you. That's all. Have a great life. And remember, you promised to name your child my suggestion:............Y/n Y/l/n (meow) xoxo"

His eyes well up when reading. How did he never know? You'd always been flirty and you'd both kissed a little (more like a lot), but this was love. Maybe it was something about seeing your name for the first time or seeing you speak sincerely without the need for flirtatious teasing. But something changed inside of him.

*talking to the other spider-people*

"so do any of you guys know a y/n y/l/n?"

"The Black Cat?" "Black cat?" "The cat?" "cat?"

"Wow. So who are they to you?"

There's a pause whilst the spider-people consider.

"She's my partner in crime. I'd be lost without her on my side." Noir goes first.

"He's my best friend. I love that guy!" Porker chimes in.

"I never got to tell them how I felt." Peni solemnly whispers.

They all look to Gwen waiting for her. She takes a moment. Then she looks up at Peter B.

"She's the love of my life." Gwen begins to smile. "And I didn't realise that until I was here. And she wasn't."

*coming out of the Portal*

Peter B. is dumped unceremoniously back into his New York. Despite the free-fall and his sore limbs and ass (juicy) from when he fell, he feels good. And he smiles, genuinely for the first time in years.

He jumps back up and swings throughout New York city, trying to spot the familiar icy locks and black catsuit (God he's thought about her in that catsuit a lot).

He meets her on a rooftop, high above the city.

"Hey spidey! You've not been around a lot? Did you go grovelling back to MJ on your knees like a kicked puppy?"

"No, actually. Believe it or not I was in another universe. And do you know what I found out about those other universes."

"What? I'm all earssss." you hiss into his mask covered ear.

"That you love me." You panic and try to swing away. But he grabs you first and holds you in his arms.

He takes off his mask revealing his scruffy beard and salt and peppered locks.

"My name is Peter. But can you still call me spidey cause it makes me sound super-cool, like a super-cool biker." You giggle even though tears are streaming down your face. You'd dreamed of this and actually the face under the mask was more beautiful than you ever imagined.

He leans into your face. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"A leap of faith."

You join together in a passionate kiss. When you eventually pull away you hug him tight and bury your face in his chest whilst tears are still streaming down your face. He whispers in your ear "Honey, I'm home."

*after the birth of their first child*

"She's so beautiful."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything as perfect as her. I never want to let her go."

"Honey, you do have to let me hold her sometime." you hold out your waiting arms.

"No. Did not agree to that."

"Anyways what should we name her?"

"How about Mayday?"

"I love it! Where did that come from?"

"Just from this thing I once read." He winks at his baby Mayday. Knowing one day he'll tell her all about the letter, the multiverse, Miles, and how he realised her mum was the one.

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Souyo + coming out? If you're still taking requests

So, you're saying that it's been 7 months... Yep... Sounds about right. I did write it though! So there is good news now!

"Yu, I don't know about this," Yosuke said from where he was sitting on their bed. 

"You were the one who was all gung-ho about it yesterday."

He leaned back, sighing. "I know, but that was yesterday."

Yu came over, sitting down next to him, placing a hand on his leg. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

"We don't have to, but we probably should, right?"

"They're all people who care about us."

He nodded, sitting back up. "Yeah, it's just kinda terrifying."

"I know it is. Are you almost ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's do this."

The both of them stood up from the bed, heading to the door of the apartment. They were about to drive down to Inaba to go see their friends and family. It was summer break so they had time off of university classes. 

They had been talking about it a lot in the past month or so and had come to an agreement. 

They were going to tell everyone that they were dating. 

The mere thought of that terrified him to no end. A large part of him wanted to keep this as a secret for the rest of his life, but, at the same time, he knew that that wasn't what Yu wanted. He wanted the people close to them to know that they were together. He understood that to some extent, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still terrified. 

The two of them made it out to the car, getting in. They could have easily taken the train, but they were staying there for a week, so it would be nice to be able to have a way to get around the countryside if they wanted. 

Yosuke insisted on driving - it calmed him down to be able to focus on doing that - and then they were on their way. 

It was only about a two hour drive, but it was nice the entire time. He really loved just spending time with Yu, talking to him about whatever crossed his mind. It would be fun to go on a road trip with him at some point. Maybe to go a lot further than Inaba. 

Before long, they got to the small town. He really loved living in the city, but he had also missed Inaba. There were so many memories associated with it - some bad, but the majority good. He didn't think that he'd want to move back there anytime soon, but he was glad to have the opportunity to visit. 

The first place they went to was the Dojima residence. He was just going to drop Yu off there, then head to his parent's house. That was another reason why it would be nice to have everyone know they were a couple. It would be weird if they were to stay in the same room as just friends, especially when they both had a place to stay in town. 

He pulled up in front of the house. "All right. I'll see you in a bit then?"

Yu nodded, reaching over, and taking hold of his hand, squeezing it. "And if you decide that you don't want to do it, we don't have to."

He took a deep breath. "Right."

"Just let me know, okay?"

"Yeah."

He gave him a small smile. "Text me when you start heading over."

"Okay, I will."

With that, Yu got out of the car, grabbing his things, before heading to the door. He waited until he got inside before heading toward his parent's house. 

They were having a get-together with everyone at the Dojima Residence that evening, but he wanted to go drop off his things and get settled first. He was also going to be bringing Teddie with him and he was genuinely looking forward to seeing him. 

He quickly reached the house - it wasn't that far - and pulled into the driveway. 

As soon as he parked, the front door swung open, and Teddie came barreling out toward him.

"Yosuke!" His voice was muffled through the car.

He unbuckled his seat belt, then opened the door, quickly stepping out. "Hey, Ted."

Immediately, he crashed into him, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he hugged him back.

"You were gone for so long. I thought I was never gonna see you again."

"It's been like two months."

"That's basically an eternity."

"Whatever you say." He pushed on his shoulder. "C'mon. I wanna go put my stuff inside and then we can go to see Yu."

Teddie immediately pulled away, a glint in his eye as he went to open the car door, pulling out his bag. "Hurry up. I want to go see Sensei."

Yosuke went and grabbed the rest of his things and they went inside, greeting his parents. Right. He was going to have to tell them too. That wasn't going to be fun. He was going to save it until Yu was there with him though. 

He followed Teddie up to his old room - it was really Teddie's room now. He had told him to do what he wanted with it once he left for college. 

He set everything down and then Teddie was pulling on his arm, telling him that they needed to get going. 

He put up a small bit of resistance - going there meant everything was all the closer - but eventually let in, texting Yu that they were coming, then starting the walk over. 

It wasn't that long of a walk and Teddie was chatting to him the entire time, telling him about everything that had happened over the past few months. Despite everything, he really had missed him. 

It wasn't long before they were walking up to the Dojima Residence, knocking on the door. 

After a few seconds, it opened, Yu standing there, immediately getting leaped on by Teddie. 

"Sensei! You're here."

"Hey, Teddie."

"It's no fair that Yosuke gets to see you all the time."

Yu let out a small laugh. "Well, maybe you can come and visit us sometime."

Yosuke groaned. Why had he offered that? Now that the idea was in his head, he might decide to just come and show up unannounced like he had done on the school trip.

"What? You don't want him to come?"

Teddie let out an over dramatic gasp. "Yosuke?"

"You can come, you just have to let us know beforehand."

Teddie hummed. "All right."

With that, they headed inside. No one else was there yet except for Nanako and Dojima. They exchanged greetings before going over and sitting around the low table in the living room. 

There was a lot of talking as everyone got caught up with everyone else. Nanako, in particular, seemed excited to tell them all about everything she was doing.

Before long though, everyone else started filtering in until the room was full of their friends.

Now that everyone was here in the room, his stomach was turning. What was going to happen if they found out? Would they hate them? He hoped not, but part of him never wanted to actually find out. 

He was lost in those thoughts when, all of a sudden, Chie touched his shoulder, her brow furrowed in concern. “Hey, Yosuke? Are you okay?”

He blinked. “What? I’m fine. Never better.”

She frowned. “O-kay. You just seemed distracted.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’m just tired.”

She didn’t seem fully convinced, but luckily, she didn’t push him on it. 

He took a deep breath.

Yu caught his attention from across the room. He was giving him a questioning look, his head slightly tilted to the side.

He bit his lip. He really didn’t know if he wanted to do this or not. The anxiety was churning in his stomach, a sense of dread hanging over him. 

Yu stood. “Yosuke, can I talk to you?”

He took a sharp breath, standing as well. “Oh, yeah.”

Luckily, no one seemed too concerned as he followed him up the stairs and into his old room. It was slightly better in there. In the relative privacy where the thoughts of coming out to everyone seemed further away.

“Are you okay?” Yu asked, laying his hand on his cheek.

He looked down at the ground. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Yu gently ran his thumb beneath his cheekbone. “We don’t have to. I don’t want to do it if you’re not comfortable.”

He frowned, biting his lip. “But you want this, right? You want everyone to know.”

Yu hesitated. “I do, but-”

Yosuke turned away from him, taking a deep breath. Yu wanted this. He deserved to have it. He deserved to have something that he wanted. 

He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway.

“Yosuke? What are you doing?” Yu called from his room.

He was right behind him as he walked down the stairs, stopping in the entrance to the living room.

He opened his mouth before he could think about it. “Yu and I are dating.”

The once upbeat din of conversation pittered out, everyone turning to look at him. 

His face was on fire. “Just wanted to tell everyone.”

Nanako was the first one to speak, a look of excitement on her face. “Does that mean that you’re going to get married?”

“That’s not fair!” Teddie said. “I wanna marry Sensei.”

Yu took a step forward, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. “No one’s getting married, but, like Yosuke said, we are dating. You’re all people that we care about so we decided that we wanted to let everyone know.”

“Congratulations, Senpai!” Rise said from her spot on the couch, a wide smile on her face.

There was a similar sentiment from everyone around the room. 

Everyone was being so supportive. Even though he had been kind of expecting it, relief swept through his body.

He didn’t even realize he had started crying until a teardrop dripped down off of his cheek.

He immediately brought his hand up, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve.

Teddie let out a concerned sounding noise. “Yosuke, why are you crying?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m not crying, stupid bear.”

Yu wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leading him over to the couch. 

As they were sitting down, Chie let out a wolf whistle, smiling.

His face felt hot. “Hey!”

She laughed.

The rest of the day passed by much the same. Talking and laughing without any fear and uncertainty hanging over them. 

He still had to tell his parents, but somehow, now, that idea didn’t seem so bad.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Time Is On My Side

Masterlist

The Demon began screaming and thrashing about in the chair, he was tied up to, after I threw Holy water at it. "You ready to talk?" Dean asked him. "I don't know. I don't know anything!" The demon shouts. "Oh, you hear that, guys? He doesn't know anything." Dean sneered and Sam and I smirked. "Yeah, we heard." Sam said.

"I'm telling you the truth." the demon said. "Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." Dean said as I hand him the holy water. Then he forces holy water into the Demon's mouth. "I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!" Dean asked, angrily.

The Demon goes quiet, head hanging, then he looks up his eyes are black and he is smiling. "Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over." The demon sneers and Dean leans in closer to the demon. "I want a name. Or else..." he growls.

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." the demon said and Dean stares at the Demon then looks at Sam, who nods and begins reciting an exorcism.

"How does that feel? Does that feel good?" Dean asked the demon as he starts to scream and squirm. "Go ahead. Send me back to hell...'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester." The demon said.

"Should I?" Sam asked Dean and Dean glares at the demons. "Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else." he said and Sam continues the exorcism. As the Demon begins screaming, I look over at Dean and noticed that he looked a bit nervous and fearful.  

After burying the body, Dean and I make our way back into the cabin and enter it just as Sam got off of his phone. "Bury the body?" He asked us. "Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks." Dean said as he opens and chugs on a beer then crashes tiredly onto a couch. 

"What was the phone call about?" I asked Sam as I grab a beer too and drink it. "Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" Sam asked us. "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" Dean asked. "Of course that would've caught your eye." I grumbled while Sam chuckles.

"The other thing." he said. "Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?" Dean said. "His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting." Sam said. "What?" I asked him. "The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's." Sam explained.

"Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it." said Dean. "Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981." Sam added and Dean and I sit there in silence. "Really. So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?" I asked. "Maybe." Sam said, shrugging. "Zombies do like the other other white meat. Huh." Dean said then he looks up at Sam. "Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?" Dean pointed out. "Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor." Sam said, offended.

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies." Dean said. "Okay, fine, whatever." Sam said, exasperated.

"Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing." the coroner said as we stand in his lab, listening to him. "Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any...ah...teeth marks?" Dean asked and Coroner gives us a look then asked. "Can I see your badges?"

"Of course, sure." Sam said and we show him out badges. "Fine. So you're cops and morons." He said as he leads us to the cabinet where they hold bodies. "Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart." Dean said. "The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?" The coroner asked us.

"Of course we did." Dean said and I nod. "Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful." I said giving a small smile to the man. "You done?" he asked me and Dean. "I think so." Dean and I said. "Please go away." The coroner said. "Okay." Dean said just as Sam and I said. "Sure."

As we walked down the hallway of the hospital, I noticed Sam smiling. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?" Sam said. "Yeah, zombie with skills, Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie." Dean jokes.

"Maybe we're on the wrong track, guys, looking for hacked-up corpses." Sam said. "What should we be looking for?" I asked Sam. "Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft." Sam said then we head towards a different part of the hospital. 

"I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore." the patient said, annoyed. "It's just a couple of questions, sir." Sam assures him. "Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired." The patient said. "We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?" Dean asked him. "Will it get me back my kidney?" The patient asked back with attitude.

"So what's the last thing you remember?" I asked him. "Feeding my meter. I got jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank God. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice." he replied to me with a bit of much calmer and better tone than he was giving the boys.

"Do you remember anything about the surgery – you know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?" I asked him, calmly. He looks me over then shakes his head. "No, the thing I only really remember was getting my kidney cut out of my body." He replied and I nod, giving him a sympathetic look.

Later, at the motel, the boys and I were sitting at the table, Sam was using the laptop and Dean was happily eating a burger while I flick through a book. "So, I got a theory." Sam said and I look up at him. "Yeah?" Dean and I said. "Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's Doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk." Sam said. "That's weird." Dean remarks.

"Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane." Sam explained. "Good times." I said, sarcastically.

"Right, so Doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots." Sam said and I give a disgusted look as Dean's face scrunches up. "Dude, I'm eating." He said but Sam continues. "It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots."

"Dude, I'm eating!" Dean yells as I try not to gag. "Alright, let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?" I asked Sam. "Yeah." He replied. "A little antiques roadshow surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?" Dean said.

"Because you heard it before. When you were a kid...from Dad. Doc Benton...real-life Doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and..." Sam said and Dean nods as it now started to ring a bell to me. "Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead." I said. 

"Dead or – or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part." Sam said. "Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out." Dean said. "Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one." Sam said.

"All right, where's he doing the deed?" I asked Sam. "According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater." Sam replied as Dean takes another huge bite of his burger.

"Why?" I asked, curiously. "Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter." Sam replied and I felt my stomach turn at this, and tried not to gag, while Dean looks disgusted and lowers his burger, gagging slightly.

"Lost your appetite yet?" Sam asked us. Dean considers this, looking at the burger and then at Sam, then back at the burger. "Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you." Dean said to the burger and takes a huge bite, staring at Sam as he chews. "I think I lost my appetite for the rest of the year." I remarked and Sam chuckles.

Later, Sam, Dean and I lean over a map on the bed then Sam points at map, where some areas are circled in red. "So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years." He said. "So what the hell are we waiting for?" I asked just as Dean's phone rings and he answers. "Bobby." He answered then he straightens up at this. 

"I'm listening. Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?" Dean asked and he listens into the phone. "And now?" He asked and there was a small moment of silence. "And he thinks it's Bela?" He asked and my ears perked up at this. "She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends." He said and Sam and I exchange looks.

"Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way. Okay." Dean said then he hangs up and looks over at us. "Come on. We're going after Bela." Dean said and I smiled. "Good, you don’t have to tell me twice." I said while Sam looks at us, confused.

"What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second." Sam said as Dean and I start to pack a bag. "Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking." Dean tells him. "Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case." Sam said and Dean turns to him. 'You insane?" He asked.

"Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it." Sam said. "Well, then we'll kill her. Win-win." I said and Dean nods. "Exactly." Dean said. 

"Guys..." Sam said, exasperated.

"Sam. We're going!" Dean yells.

"No!" Sam yelled back.

"Why the hell not?" Dean asked. "Dean, this, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you." Sam replied. "What? Chasing some Frankenstein?" I asked him. "Chasing immortality." Sam said and Dean and I stare at him, startled. 

"Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you, Dean." Sam said. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, shocked. "You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then..." Sam started to explain but then I raise my hand.

"Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Doc Benton from the jump?" I asked him. "No." Sam replied, quickly, but Dean and I stare at Sam, tilting our heads in a question.

"Look, I was hoping." Sam replied. "So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to us?" Dean asked him, angrily. "I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here." Sam said. "No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him." Dean said, getting even more angry. 

"I was just trying to help." Sam said. "You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, (y/n) dies. Guess what, living forever is welching." Dean yells. "Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, (y/n) and I'll take it too!" Sam said. "Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby's been saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot." Dean said.

"Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who are you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket." Sam said. "Well, I'll shoot the hellhounds then before they slash me up." Dean yells and there was a pause before I turn to Sam.

"Now, you coming or not?" I asked him. "I'm staying here." he replied, quietly. "No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak." Dean said.

"You're not gonna let me?" Sam asked. "No, I'm not gonna let you." said Dean, firmly. "How are you gonna stop me?" Sam asked and Dean again looks startled. "Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here." Sam said. "I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay." Dean said and we watch Sam but Sam continues to stare at the wall.

Dean shrugs, puts his bag on his shoulder and heads over to open the door but Sam doesn't move. I grab my bag then turn to Sam. "Sammy, be careful." I said, concerned, then Sam finally turns to face us. "You too." He said, quietly. We stare are each other for a long moment, then I turn and walk out of the room while Dean reaches out and closes the door behind us.

CANAAN, VERMONT

Dean and I climb the tall stairs onto the porch where we see a handwritten sign saying No solicitors, that means you! No asking for donations. No selling ANYTHING! ​​​​

"Sounds friendly." I muttered and Dean smirks before he rings the buzzer, then bangs on the security door. Then we hear a noise and look up to see a security camera moving to train on us.

"What?" a voice said through a speaker. "Hi, uh, Rufus?" Dean greets, cautiously. "Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?" Rufus said, annoyed. "Uh, I'm Dean Winchester and this is (y/n) (l/n). We're friends of Bobby Singer's." Dean said.

"So?" Rufus said. "You called him this morning." I said as I look towards the camera. "So?" Rufus said again. "Uh...you told Bobby about a British chick who made contact with you." Dean said. "And so?" Rufus said. "You know where she is?" I asked him. "Yeah." said Rufus.

"Great. Could you tell us where we could find her?" Dean asked. "No." Rufus said and Dean looks down. "Course not." I muttered then Dean looks back at the camera. "Look, Rufus, man..." he started to say but the door opens and Rufus steps out. 

"Look, let me point something out to you and your girlfriend. You two are knocking at my door, so don't Look, man me. I'm not your man." Rufus said. "Sorry, sir." Dean and I said. "All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end." He explains.

"Okay, yeah, if you could just tell me where she is, I mean, that would be great." I said and Rufus looks between us. "Dean Winchester and (y/n) (l/n), right?" Rufus asked. "Yeah." We replied. "Dean and (y/n), do I look like I'm here to help you two?" He asked. "I'm gonna say no?" Dean said and Rufus nods. "Then get the hell of my property." He said but I step in.

"All right, yeah, fair enough. We got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh, this bottle of scotch, and...uh, is this considered good?" I asked as I pulled out the bottle of this certain alcohol Bobby told Dean that we needed to pick up.

Rufus eyes the bottle, then eyes me and Dean before he starts smiling.

After downing a few glasses of the drink, we were sitting at the table with glasses in front of us. The bottle now is three quarters empty. "Bottoms up." Dean said and we click glasses and drink. "You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the Gods, I'm telling you." Rufus said. "Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey comes from a plastic jug." Dean said and the three of us laugh.

"So, Bela was here because..." I said, trying to ease into the subject. "She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up." Rufus replied as he takes a sip. "Where is she now?" Dean asked him a d Rufus watches us closely.

"Can I ask you two something?" he asked. "Sure." we replied. "You got three weeks left, Dean. Why are you and your girl wasting time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?" He asked and I raise an eyebrow. "How do you know about that?" I asked, suspiciously, then Rufus leans forward.

"Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people." Rufus replied. "Is that so?" Dean said, intrigued. "I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you." Rufus said.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked him. "Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming." Rufus explained. "Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?" Dean said, snarkily.

"I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive." Rufus said then he smirks then raised his glass again. "But you won't." He said then he downs his drink.

"So, Bela..." I said then Rufus begins to speak but I could tell that he was quite drunk. "Hotel Canaan. Room 39. But watch your back." He said. "I think we can handle Bela." Dean assures. "Oh, don't be so sure about that. There are things that you don't know about her." said Rufus. "Oh, and you do? Right. Because you know things." I said. "Yep." Rufus said in a superior tone.

"And let me guess...you lift her fingerprint?" Dean asked.

"Yep."

"And that got you jack."

"Yep. She burnt them off. Probably years ago." Rufus said. "Yeah, so you're right where we are." I said. "Nope." He said and we give him a funny look.

"You do her ear?" Rufus asked, which startles us. "Sorry?" We said, confused. "You do her ear?" Rufus asked again then Dean and I exchange looks before Dean looks back at him. "Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know. That sounds uncomfortable." He said. "And painful." I added as I scratch my ear.

"Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints." Rufus said. "No kidding." Dean said before Rufus continues. "Of course, that don't fly in the courts over here, but in England, they're all over it. A friend of a friend...of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day. All I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera." He said as he gets up and walks over to a desk.

"Right. One clean shot of her ear." I said and Rufus comes over and hands us a folder. "The so-called Bela Talbot." He said and Dean accepts it and the two of us began to read through it. And let's just say, I was shocked at what I read.

Bela enter her hotel room then turned to close the door behind her when Dean pushes her back against the door. He lays his arm across her throat and I point my gun at her face. "Where's the Colt?" Dean asked her. "Dean. (Y/n). She replied, calmly. "No extra words." I growled. "It's long gone, across the world by now." She replied. "You're lying." Dean said and he grabs her bag from her hand to look in it.

"I'll call the buyer. Speak Farsi?" she asked just as I grab her arm, pulling her against me. "What the hell are you..." she started to ask as I quickly frisks her and found her gun. And I hold it up to her. "Don't flatter yourself." I said as Dean snaps on the room's lights and I point my gun at her again.

"Don't move." I threatened as Dean begins searching the room. "I told you I don't have it." she said. "Oh, yeah, we're definitely gonna take your word for it." Dean said and turns his back and continues rifling through her draws. Bela tries to slink away but I cock my gun and aim the barrel of the gun closer to her head.

"Don't move." I growled. "It's gone. Get on a plane if you two must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually." Bela said as Dean finishes searching then returns to my side.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked me. "Oh, yeah." I said. "You're not the cold-blooded type." Bela said. "You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents." Dean said and Bela seemed shocked that we knew but she tried to regroup from the shock.

"I don't know what you're talking..." she started to say but I shook my head. "Yes, you do. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...Oh, I'm sorry, Abby...inheriting millions." I sneered and her eyes widen again.

"How did you even..."

"Doesn't matter." Dean interrupts her. Bela stares at us for a few moments then she swallows as she gives a small smile. "They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you, Dean." she said and I push her roughly against the door with my arm across her throat.

"You make me sick." I sneered at her. "Likewise." she spat at me and I felt her hand go into my pocket. I take a step back and again points my gun at her head, smirking. She stares back, then closes her eyes. I started to place my finger on the trigger when Dean places a hand on my shoulder. I look over at him and he nods towards the upper doorframe.

I look up and see some woven herbs hanging over the ledge. I stare at the herb then at Dean before he nods. Bela opens her eyes as I drop the gun. "You're not worth it." Dean said and I push her aside and we leave. 

"Guys." Sam said after he called us on my phone, which was on speaker. "Yeah." We replied. "Did you get the Colt?" Sam asked. "What do you think?" I said, annoyed. "So, does that mean Bela is, uh..." Sam started to ask but Dean speaks up. "No, no, she deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't let (y/n) do it."

"Dean..." Sam said, worried. "I'm really screwed, Sammy." Dean said. "No, you're just..." Sam said but I speak up.. But you were right. Bela was a goose chase." I said. "The Colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam." Dean added.

"Maybe not. Look, guys, I found Benton's cabin." Sam said. "You okay? Was he there?" I asked him. "Yeah." replied Sam. "Did you kill him?" Dean asked. "No." Sam replied. "What do you mean, no?" Dean asked, annoyed. 'Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula." Dam said.

"What, the live-forever formula?" I asked him. "Yeah." Sam said. "Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?" Dean asked. "No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but..." Sam said but Dean speaks up. 

"Wait, wait, wait. What are...What are you saying? You think..." Dean said. "Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you." Sam said.

"Okay, so, this formula..." I said. "Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get..." but Sam stops and it sounded like there was a struggle going on. "Sam? Sammy!" Dean and I called out but the phone ends the call. "Damn it." Dean growls and he puts his foot on the gas pedal.

We were able to track down Benton's cabin in the woods and made our way in. As we entered, we looked around and could hear Benton talking. Then Dean found a bottle of chloroform and dipped his knife in it. "Back up plan." He tells me after I gave him a confused look.

I nodded and we made our way down the stairs and we could see through the plastic curtains of Benton's lab. We see Benton standing over Sam, who was strapped down to the table. I pull out my gun and fire three shots at Benton.

He turns to us and I could see that he was basically an abomination. He had scars and stitches all over his face, like he had patches of different skins and sewed them together to make a face. "Shoot all you want." He said and he approaches us and I let loose two more bullets.

Benton throws me into the wall and I fall to the ground. Dean plunges a knife into Benton's chest and Benton knocks him down then starts to laugh. "A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one." Benton said. "Good. It should be pumping nice and strong..." Dean said and hd holds up a bottle of chloroform. "Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it." He said and Benton collapses.

Later, we freed Sam and then tied up the unconscious Benton to his operatiing table. Eventually, he wakes up and sees his predicament. "Oh, hiya, Doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y." Dean greets. "Please." Benton bega. "Please what? You've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request? Shut up." Dean sneers.

"No, you don't understand. I can help you. I know what you need." Benton said. "We might have to cut him up into little bits. You know, this immortality thing is a bitch." Dean said. "I can read the formula for you. You know...immortality...Forever young, never die." Benton said and Sam comes up to Dean. "Dean." Sam said. "Sam." Dean said and Sam walks out of the room, indicating me and Dean should follow.

"What?" Dean asked as we go to the other side of the room. "I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks. Or needing a new pancreas in like half a century." Sam said. "Yeah, well, you can't exactly get those at a Kwik-E-Mart." Dean said.

"It's not perfect, but it buys us more time to think of something better. We just need time, Dean. I mean, please, just...just think about it." Sam said to him. "No." Dean said. "Dean, don't you want to live?" Sam asked him. "What he is, isn't living. Look, this is simple." Dean said, firmly.

"Simple?" Sam asked, confused. "To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human." Dean said and he walks back to stand in front of Benton. "See, what the Doc is is a freakin' monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell." Dean said. "You don't understand. I can help you!" Benton calls out but then Dean covers a rag with more chloroform and places it over Benton's mouth.

Then he turns to us. "Now, I'm gonna take care of him. You guys can either help me or not. It's up to you." He said and I step forward towards him while Sam looked upset.

Sometime later, we put Benton inside refrigerator and put a chain around it. Then we dug up a grave for him then place the fridge in the large hole. We also placed some heavy stuff on top of the fridge, including Benton's book. 

As we got out of the grave, we heard Benton waking up and he tried to get the door open but of course he couldn't. "No! No! Don't! Stop it! I can help you! No!" We hear Benton scream out but Dean shakes his head. "Enjoy forever in there, Doc." Dean growls and we began shovelling in the hole while Benton yells. "Let me out! I can save you! No. Don't."

*3rd Person POV*

Bela slowly walks down the hallway and picks the lock on a door. She removes a gun from her jacket and quietly enters. She raises the gun and puts three bullets into the bodies lying under the covers on each bed, then moves closer, turning on a bedside lamp.

Bela pulls back the covers to find two sex dolls slowly deflating. She checks the other bed, another sex doll. The phone rings and she quickly picks it up. "Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know. (y/n) felt your hand in her pocket, when you swiped that motel receipt." Dean said. "You don't understand." Bela said, her voice shaking.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door. An herb. Devil's shoestring? There's only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did, I went back and I took another look at your folks' obit. Turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due." Dean said and Bela sits there in shocked silence.

"Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul?" Dean asked her. "Yes." She said, her voice full of tears. "But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing." Dean said. "They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam and (y/n)." Bela said.

"Really! Wow, demons untrustworthy. Shocker." Dean said, sarcastically. "That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too – what time is it? Well, look at that, almost midnight." Dean said as he looks at the clock on his car. "Dean, listen, I need help." Bela cries.

"Sweetheart, we are weeks past help." Dean said, angrily. "I know I don't deserve it." Bela said. "You know what, you're right, you don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you." Dean yells at her.

"I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean." Bela said. "And who told you that?" Dean asked her. "The Demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She said she holds every deal." replied Bela. "She?" Dean asked.

"Her name's Lilith." Bela said and Dean's eyes widen a bit. "Lilith? Why should I believe you?" He asked while Sam and (y/n) share a scared and worried look upon hearing the name Lilith. "You shouldn't but it's the truth." Bela replied.

"This can't help you, Bela, not now. Why you telling me this?" Dean asked. "Because just maybe you can kill the bitch." Bela said and Dean smirks a bit. "I'll see you in hell." Dean said and he hangs up.

Bela sits on the bed, listening to the dial tone. She hangs up and takes a deep breath just as the clock clicks over to midnight. A deep howling starts in the distance, then closer vicious growls begin.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[rubykgrant]

(Sharing my short Grimmons Proposal story again, I had fun writing it, and I still like reading it~)

Grif knew EXACTLY what his boyfriend was up to.

It was obvious.

Well, maybe he didn't know each little detail, but Grif definitely knew Simmons was planning something, and there was really only one thing it could be.

The 20 year anniversary of the day Simmons asked him what they had jokingly come to call "the big question" was happening soon. In just a few months, actually. Grif hadn't kept track of that date, because it was just another day in Blood Gulch; it wasn't the first day they arrived, it also wasn't even the day they met (which had happened earlier in training). “The big question” day only became special later, after that stupid conversation turned into a repeating theme when they talked, and eventually turned into something important between the two of them during the whole evil-look-alikes incident. Grif remembered the conversation very well, but not the date.

Simmons had tipped his hand earlier this year by bringing it up himself. He tried to sound casual, like ho-hum, it has just been two whole decades since "the big question", isn't that funny, hahaha...

Yeah, pretty damn funny. Just like it was funny that the two of them had been dating for a few years now, even moving into their own apartment together, and while some people might not think it was a long time, the fact was Grif and Simmons had actually "been together" for... a while. An expansive while. They had also shared several experiences in their time together that were certainly unconventional in terms of typical romance, but had none the less bonded them together in undeniably deep ways. You don't have to spend time awkwardly trying to get to know somebody when they've been stuck to you like glue for YEARS. No more wasting time with a slow-burn, they were in a relationship speed-run (well, not really; they were just finally having fun doing all kinds of couple-things). It was absolutely hilarious that here they were, boyfriends at last, and had a specific anniversary coming up... one they called "the big question". What ELSE did people call "the big question"? Amusing, indeed.

Grif might not be a genius, but he isn't stupid. He knows what Simmons is planning.

Now he just has to beat him to the punch.

In fact... tonight wasn't particularly important. As far as he knew, nothing significant or sentimental had happened with them in their past on this date. Oh, this was gonna be perfect... Simmons wouldn't see it coming.

"Hey, darling..." Grif poked his head into the bedroom. Simmons was sitting in the chair by his desk, typing away on his computer. "You busy?"

"Not especially, sweet-heart..." somehow the two of them had both decided to start using extra-cute lovey-dovey pet-names for each other, in tones that were both sarcastic and yet still genuine. It was the little thrill of knowing how stupid they sounded, but also knowing they really meant it, that made it so fun. "Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking about going out and getting a pizza... " nobody eats pizza as a proposal meal. This was going to be the ultimate fake-out.

"Pizza sounds good... you want to eat at the place, or bring it back here?"

"Maybe we pick it up, but then go eat it somewhere... how about the picnic spot, near the beach?" it was casual, but also just a little bit romantic... because yes, Grif was a softy. As much as he wanted to trick Simmons, he also wanted it to be something nice that would turn into a pleasant memory later. Their first real date together had ended with a walk on the beach, an important moment for both of them. It would be even MORE important after tonight. "We could get ice cream on the way back,"

"Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. OK, you go call the pizza place, let me save what I'm doing and get ready. I'll be out in a minute..." Simmons smiled at him before turning back to the computer.

Grif waited until he was out of the room to start grinning, doing a little victory fist-pump. Maybe he really WAS a genius!

After calling ahead to get a medium pizza with pepperoni/mushrooms/olives, two sodas, some cheesy garlic bread, and even a salad (because he knows what his boyfriend will want), Grif grabs the keys and waits by the door. Simmons comes out of the bedroom, pulling a jacket on, and the two of them leave- holding hands.

For an impulsive decision, this was working out even better than Grif had hoped; it isn't dark out yet, but the sun was starting to dip. By the time they got the food and made it through the city to the picnic area, they'd be right in the middle of a picture-perfect sunset. For once luck is on his side, because one of their favorite songs comes on the radio as they drive, putting them both in a good mood as they sing along. Everything was going smoothly... but it wasn't "special", nothing to make Simmons suspect what was coming his way. Just a regular evening...

Once they have the food in the car and start going toward the beach, Simmons automatically breaks off little bits of cheesy bread to pop into Grif's mouth (so he doesn't take his hands off the wheel as he drives). This is just routine for them any time Grif is driving and they have food in the car, but Grif is sometimes overtaken by how touching this is... so casual, but also very intimate... Simmons does a lot of little things like that for him. Actually, Grif does a lot of little things for Simmons, too... maybe even a few things he doesn't notice, but just come naturally when they're together. God DAMN, Grif loves him.

Nobody else is here; just a large empty parking lot on top of a cliff, several picnic tables, and a guardrail that overlooks the beach. The air outside was still warm, but the ocean below was sending out a rush of coolness. It felt good here. It smelled good, too. Thanks to that sunset, it also looked good.

Grif had to be careful now, if he let himself get all caught up in the romantic atmosphere, he wouldn't be able to surprise Simmons properly. This was just a casual evening, no big deal. Keep it together, Grif…

They took the food over to the railing. They ate, sipped their sodas, and talked... there came a moment when they both watched the sun on the horizon of the sea blink out, golden streaks vanishing from the waves, but the sky still filled with soft light. Grif glances at Simmons then, sees how peaceful he looks, and Grif knows; right now.

"Hey... I've got a question for you," this was going to be amazing. This was going to be incredible. Simmons was probably going to be a little upset with him at first for ruining whatever surprise that had been planned for the anniversary, but oh well. What was he going to do? Say "no"? Grif can’t even picture that as an option.

"That's a funny coincidence, I've got a question for you too," Simmons says, leaning away from the railing and digging around for something in his jacket pocket. "Will you marry me, Dexter Grif?"

WHAT.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.

Grif looks down, and sees that Simmons is holding up a little box in his hand. The kind of little box you keep jewelry in. Jewelry like rings.

"Simmons... what the f- how did you... why do you have that!?"

"Open it," Simmons tells him in a happy little squeak.

"No wait, how do you already- it isn't the anniversary yet! I thought that you were waiting- I thought you were planning something for-" Grif keeps sputtering, caught between anger and shock and delight.

"Open it," Simmons repeats, practically shaking with excitement.

Grif finally does, slowly and carefully...

There are two rings in the box. On looks like gold with a stripe of dark red running through the length of the band. The other is dark red with a stripe of gold.

"I knew you'd probably figure out what I was up to..." Simmons smirks at Grif, very satisfied with how sneaky and crafty he's been. "And besides, once I had the rings made, I was too excited to keep waiting... so I decided, I would hold on to them and let YOU try to ask ME... this was a double-bluff! I expected you to try and fake me out by popping the question on a casual, regular date, and I've been bringing these with me every time we did anything for the last few months!"

Simmons reaches out with his other hand, placing it gently on the side of Grif's face (the side that has the patch of skin that came from Simmons), and gently tilts Grif's chin up to look him in the eyes.

"So, do you have an answer for me? Or is this going to be another one of life's great mysteries?"

Grif tries to think of a come-back, a clever one-liner, something that could qualify as witty banter... and he can't. It was like he had fireworks going off in his brain. Little bursts of joy and sparks of happiness that have destroyed his ability to be a sarcastic smart-mouth. He's even starting to cry. This was all Simmons' fault...

Simmons, who always had to get one-up on Grif. Simmons, who was such an arrogant attention-seeker he had to turn a marriage proposal into a game of psychological warfare. Simmons, who couldn't let anybody else have the spot-light. Simmons, who was so annoying, and bossy, and anxious, and cute, and considerate, and sweet, and adorable, and funny, and entertaining, and clever, and smart and dozens of other lovey-dovey words.

Simmons, the man Grif loved.

What was Grif going to do? Say “no”? That isn’t even an option.

"Yes... I want to marry you, Dick Simmons,"

Grif keeps one hand over the box with the rings as Simmons pulls him close, bringing them together for a kiss. At this point, he's crying too... and as it goes on, they have to pause to gasp for air because they're also laughing; kissing, and crying, and laughing. Once it seems like they can finally breathe, Grif looks at the rings again.

He knows which one is for him; the gold with the dark red stripe. He puts it on, and then slips the dark red one with the gold band onto Simmons’ finger. Gold and dark red... orange and maroon~

[mazeinthemiroh]

snow stained with blood.

genre: anti-hero au, jongho x reader, action, violence, romance

word count: 0.9k

warnings: violence, mentions of blood and guns, reader is attracted ti massive red flags but hey-ho ig

a/n: this is jongho as the winter solider, so if you're a marvel fan, you're gonna love this. so this was sent in by my dear 🧸 anon who if you guys didn't know is obsessed with jongho and that's totally valid. so anon, i hope you enjoy this! i haven't written an action/superhero piece before so i hope it's up to scratch! lemme know what you think hehe <33

It was not clear why you were drawn to him in the first place. And the very idea of being attracted to what people called a monster... well, that disturbed you more than anything else.

"I didn't want you to have to see me like this."

That would've been your cue to run away. Run as fast as you possibly could and never look back.

But you didn't. Of course you didn't. Your feet felt like they were frozen to the spot. You couldn't move, couldn't look away. There was an inexplicable conviction to keep watching, despite knowing in your gut that only bad things would ensue.

The man you knew as Jongho was not like other men. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, you weren't too sure on your first encounter. He was charming and polite, but there was a cold and calculative look in his eyes which made you feel there was much more to him than meets the eye.

Now you watching him single-handedly take on a mob, with what you now could see, shining in the persistent moonlight, was a metal arm. Underneath the brown suit and blazer he had on earlier, he looked like a gentleman, well-built and daring. Now, who was he? Was he the one they called 'the Winter Solider'?

Your heart was in your throat as you watched the men in full black surround him with various weapons. But you could see in Jongho's confident glare that he knew he had a chance. He always did. They were no match for him.

It was almost fascinating to watch his calculated moves. A fist to the ribs, a knife to the leg, and all of this while dodging the attacks of the others. He knew what he was doing. He's done this before.

That thought chilled you to the bone. That, and the fact that your bare arms made contact with the freezing air.

Before you really knew what you had got yourself into, an arm gripped your throat from behind. You tried to let out a shriek, but your sounds were stifled by the intensity of the person's grip on your neck.

Next thing you knew, something was held against the side of your head. It would take an idiot to not know what it was.

Jongho noticed your breathless whimpers and lashed around, glaring at the man in black pointing a gun to your head.

"Surrender now or I shoot!" The man screamed in your ear, causing you to twice. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, kicking and thrashing as much as you could. But his grip was too strong on your body, it was almost suffocating you.

Jongho said nothing. He tried to hide the anger that bubbled up inside of him, but you could see the aggression in his cold glare. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before. But as chilling and deadly as his aura was, there was something very much attracted to him.

And when, in one swift movement, he took out his own gun and fired, his cruelly trained arm locked in place as he perfectly shot into the man's head, the bullet mere inches from your face. You could've sworn you felt the vibrations of the bullet in the air as it passed you, before entering the man's skull.

What did you feel now? Relief? Or mortification? You turned around to stare at the dead man's corpse. How did you end up here, in this situation? Your mind started to swirl.

Jongho's had finished with the rest of them. His breath was steady and slow, as if he hadn't just been combating the psychos that attacked him. Blood stained the side of his face like red paint adorning a painting. In some hideous way, it looked beautiful.

You stared at him. You should've run away. As fast as you could. Now, here, you had a chance again to do so. And yet you stayed.

"Thank you," your voice whispered; your breath could be seen in the cool air.

"I didn't want you to have to see me like this."

You felt like it wouldn't have made a difference. Because even with his previous gentlemanly nature, you could've sworn you were attracted to something much deeper. Perhaps you sensed the danger in him all along. Perhaps you smelt the blood that would appear on his hands before you even saw it. Perhaps you craved what he had to offer. A thrilling life. a life of adventure. Bloodshed. Terror. Hope.

"Well," you stepped closer to him, feet crunching through the snow, "we can't go on our date with you all covered in blood now, can we?"

Jongho scanned your face, perplexed. Your nonchalance was surprising to him. Your indifference... baffling. How could someone go through such a shocking incident and move on so quickly?

And he started to realise that you, too, were different. Different, just like he was. Intrigue sparkled in his eyes as you reached out to link his metal arm with yours. The same metal arm that just took on a mob.

As you walked away, arm in arm, the snow poured in a gentle cascade. It was sickeningly beautiful, really. But the disturbingly romantic scene is what you bonded over. You felt a twist in your stomach when you realised that actually, yes, you were attracted to danger. You were attracted to him.

There was a carelessness of the two of you, not giving a second glance to the bodies that lay on the snow stained with blood. There were more important things to focus on.

ateez taglist: @a-wandering-stay, @xlovehwa, @yeosangsbiceps, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @hawaiian-angel, @chammak-challokys (let me know if you want to be added/taken off)

[suspendingtime]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I've been tagged by @stars-of-kyber and @andthebubbles. 😁 So although I feel barely qualified, I guess I best do this...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

7. 🤗

I started about 2 months ago, so... and yes, they're all Kanthony. Initially just started as a way of contributing to Anthony Week 2023, and I didn't even expect that I'd actually do all 7 days.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

13,370.

Currently ranging at 661 to 3,779 per fic. Rookie numbers!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, just my beloved Bridgerton.

But there have been a couple other shows that have tempted me...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Astride  - 166

Nursery  - 118

Hunt - 105

Yours - 94

Temptation - 88

Having published a handful with various ratings, it's quite interesting to see the kudos, bookmarks (private vs public), and subs ratios! Much to think about.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes.

Why... I sort of have a need? Idk, when I see a comment it's hard to just leave it hanging there and not to reply. Like irl if someone looked at something I made and verbally commented on it... and I just stared back blankly not saying anything. 😐 This is how it feels to me on the receiving end at least haha. And my replies saying various forms of 'Thank you!' is probably quite repetitive, but hey ho.

Plus comments give you that lil hit of dopamine; from both povs as a writer or reader. Being on the reader side for most of my Ao3 activities I tend to comment on most of fics I read, I can't help it - I must tell you what I loved about it and why, and there's a pleasure in reciprocating that back too. Look, now I've written half an essay on the subject, gaaah. (I've not been on Ao3 as much as I'd like to recently, and because I opened it to scoop out the stats for some of the questions above I can now see that I have some unreads... and the need is happening.)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm *thinking really hard*, I don't think any of them have an ending that is all that angsty. If I had to choose, maybe Temptation?

The pattern I've shown so far in my posted works is that it's gonna be 90% fluff. Though that is liable to change. 😆

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Nursery?

I'm not sure, cause they've all ended on a pretty optimistic note so far. But that one has Kate and Anthony with a few of their kids, so it's the furthest on the Kanthony HEA timeline.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ummm 👀 I may have dabbled in some smut.

What kind... hm, the kind where both people are panting for each other, and end up caving because they literally can't hold their horniness in anymore (this totally explains why I went feral for Bridgerton S2, ha). Another pattern I seem to have is making Anthony a submissive man puddle.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, but I do have some crack ideas I may explore.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, I very much doubt it.

How often does this happen to people?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I'd certainly be all for it if anyone ever wanted to translate any works of mine. 😊

If I was proficient enough to write in other languages, then I would probably try publishing the different versions from the get go.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda?

Nothing formal, but there was a lengthy comment thread on Reddit some months ago where myself and another user went back and forth re-writing the script for that stormy library scene 😅 (not so much re-writing what was already there, bar the last few lines, more of a continuation in a universe where Kate hadn't fled).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Must I even answer this? Kanthony, c'mon now.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's only 1 work that I have, where I've actually started a chapter 2. And I have all the faith that I will finish it. ✍️🤓

Other potential WIPs, that are currently just posted as one shots, only exist in my head... who knows if they will see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

This question feels illegal to be asked.

I have no idea, I'm very new to this whole writing thing. At least in terms of fiction, so I'm not sure what I'd consider my strengths to be. I feel like I need some more practice before I can get a real sense of this?

I would say that dialogue usually comes very quickly to me, and it's having to fill in the bits around it that takes more brain muscles. So that might indicate something.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything apart from the answer to the question above.

But really I think it's remembering that there is a world outside of the main couple happening, and trying to describe the details there. Also other general 'setting the scene' stuff like clothing, weather etc etc. I usually just want to jump straight in with some random dialogue.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

On writing it... no thoughts; not done it yet!

If I needed to for some unknown fic reason in the future, I'm sure I'll be apologising profusely in the author notes for trusting Google translate and probably butchering whatever language it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Still just the one so far, Bridgerton. 😌

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hunt 🥺🥹 I was a lot of feels, and just very indulgent tbh.

I also really enjoyed my shortest one, Obedient, which was in 2nd person (hadn't done that before). The writing of that one was just really fun and I idky but I've reread it quite a bit!

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I'm woefully looking at my Ao3 bookmarks (which has grown exponentially since joining Tumblr), full of things that I've not got round to reading yet. So I'm tagging partly based on stuff hanging out on top of that pile: @islemeadow, @ladykettlechips, @hydriotaphia, @eleanor-bradstreet, and the smut aunties @colettebronte & @fayes-fics 😋 (if y'all wanna do it, ofc. I tried to find those who hadn't been tagged/done it yet, sorry if you've actually already done this and I've just not found it).

[the-bar-sinister]

Head Games, Law Games (4969 words) by thesavagesabretooth

first part here

Summary: Phoenix Wright thought that the strange game between him and Kristoph Gavin had ended for good when he put his lover and rival in jail for murder. But when Miles Edgeworth agrees to have the killer mentally evaluated for suitability to start working in the courts from behind bars, Phoenix has to find out for himself just what's going on in Kristoph's head.

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August 26, 2028– 4:30 pm

Phoenix nervously adjusted the position of the snacks on the table as he waited for Trucy to get back from her magic practice. He had gone overboard– he knew he had gone overboard, with everything from cake, to chips, to tea and candies– but he was worried about upsetting her. Every time he'd thought about it he'd added another snack to the table.

He heard the keys in the door, and stiffened, leaning over the table.

The door flew open in its usual way, and Trucy Wright bounded in as she tossed her hat and cloak on the rack with a laugh. 

“HAH! I knew I’d get Betty to start working with me sooner or later! Daddy!! I’m ho—” Her eyes went to the table full of snacks with wide eyes “...is it my birthday or is something up?”

"Hey bug, welcome home!" he waved her over. "I think you'd know if it was your birthday, right?" Skipping over, Trucy came to a stop before the table with her hands folded behind her back.

“Unless I magically gained another birthday? Yeah, probably…which means something’s up…not that I’m gonna complain, of course!” 

"Well, I'm glad you don't want to complain," he said. He pulled out a chair for her. "I promise it's really nothing huge. I just wanted to treat you." Trucy dropped into the chair with a tap of her gloved finger on her chin, before she grinned. “Well. In that case…thank you VERY much for the meal, daddy!” 

"So how was practice? Is Betty still being snippy about the whole thing?"

Phoenix slid tea and a slice of cake toward her. He was absolutely stalling. He had no idea how to start this conversation. Trucy gave him that uncanny look of hers, where it felt like she was staring straight into his soul, before she grinned and grabbed the tea cup and the cake to put it on her lap.

She took a bite and popped it in her mouth before she hummed “Betty’s still grumpy, but I actually managed to twist her arm enough to work through a possible routine. I just had to lean on Bonny’s puppy dog eyes and the promise of a big show to make it happen.” 

"At least it's all coming together, right? I'll be excited to see it when you guys actually have a show in the works."

He still felt guilty for not being able to be there for her first big show– or for the disaster that it turned into. Trucy in Gramaryeland had turned into Trucy in Court on a Murder Charge. What a disaster. At least Apollo had been able to handle it… “Yeah…I mean…I’m trying to think of a good hook, you know? And there’s the matter of booking it.” She sighed and popped another piece of cake in her mouth. “Which is harder than you’d think when the last guy who helped you with it tried to frame you for murder.” 

"Yeah," Phoenix grimaced. "I actually have a couple of contacts in TV we could talk to. Way less likely to try to frame you for murder. They're more the type to get framed, honestly. That's how we met." Trucy perked up with a grin as she held her tea up to her lips. “you mean Mr. Powers and Ms. Nichols and all of them, right??” 

"Exactly," he nodded. "I bet they could put us in touch with someone. No need to rely on shady contacts."

He knew that Trucy had first gotten connected with Retinz through Klavier Gavin. He didn't want to hold that against Klavier, he knew it wasn't his fault. But still he somehow wasn't surprised that the bad connection had started with a Gavin.

Unfortunately, the dark thought must have shown on his face. Trucy sipped her tea before she finally said. “Daddy, you’re kind of a terrible liar. What’s really up?” 

He sighed and rubbed his chin. "Well I mean I wasn't lying, sweetheart. But you're right. I was stalling. Mr. Edgeworth asked me to talk about something with you. Well, actually he was going to talk to you himself, but I said I would."

Ominous, Nick. That sounds ominous. Say something else before she has a chance to–“This is getting pretty ominous daddy. What? What is it? A mother back from the dead? Am I being accused of murder again? A…” Her eyes widened and a grin alighted upon her face “ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?” 

Phoenix made an incoherent sputtering noise as his mind went suddenly blank, and he threw up his hands.

"What? No! Who would I even marry? Don't answer that–" he grimaced and fixed his tie, flushing at the thought of all the possible names that Trucy might pull out. "No, no it's.. it's about your dad, Trucy. Well, about his killer."

Segueing right from marriage to Kristoph made his stomach churn. Once upon a time, Gavin could have been on the list of people Trucy might pull out of her hat for her opinion on a surprise engagement. “Oh.” Trucy’s smile fell from her face. “...this is about Mr. Kristoph, huh?” 

"Yeah," he sighed, shoulders slumping. "Sorry, kiddo. Not exactly an exciting and fun conversation, I know."

He gestured at the snacks in a tacit acknowledgement of his own pre-apology. Trucy sighed and grabbed a candy from the table to open it with a puff of her cheeks. 

“...you coulda told me right away…but I like the snacks.” She popped it in her mouth “...did he die?” 

Phoenix grimaced again. He didn't like the way that the suggestion made him jolt and hurry to answer.

"No, no he didn't die, uh. Not exactly the opposite, but well. His case is being… considered." “Good… I mean, good that he didn’t die.” She tucked her hair over her ear with a tired smile. “I know he did a lot of really shitty things, but I still got a lot of happy memories of those years when you and he were friends, daddy.”

"You do, huh?" Phoenix smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. The truth was, as much as he didn't like it, he did too. "I guess even the worst people have their good sides, huh? But anyway, uh, okay, so you remember about Prosecutor Blackquill?" Trucy nodded as she sipped her tea. “...how he was prosecuting in handcuffs? Or do you mean his whole samurai spy thing with Mr. Fulbright?” 

"No, uh, the prosecuting in handcuffs thing, you were right the first time," Phoenix grimaced. Now that he'd put his life back together, he sometimes worried about the things that he exposed Trucy to. He ripped the bandaid off. "Kristoph has asked the prosecutor's office for the same deal." “Oh!” Trucy’s eyes widened behind her fringe of brown hair. “....he did??” 

"He did," Phoenix sighed, leaning his elbows on the table. "And Lana Skye made his case for him to Edgeworth. So Edgeworth is considering it." “The fact he convinced Edgeworth is kinda crazy enough.” Trucy leaned on her hands “I mean, even enough to consider it…”

"It is," Phoenix said with a frown. "Edgeworth is not happy about it. I'm not happy about it. But he said he'd seriously consider it, so here we are. He had Athena talk to him, first off." Trucy sipped her tea again with a tilt of her head. “...and what’d she say? I know she’s pretty good with this kinda stuff.”

Phoenix sighed, and closed his eyes. He wondered for a moment if he should tell her the whole truth of just what Kristoph had said. About why he'd killed her father.

"They talked for a while," he said finally. "She doesn't think he's a risk. It… surprised me." “Kind of a surprise to me too, y-ya know. Given the whole multiple homicide thing. But…” Trucy rubbed her neck. “ I mean, Athena’s no stranger to that, is she?” 

"No, I guess she's not," he said. "She's good at seeing the good in people. But it wasn't only her opinion that Edgeworth wanted. I think you can guess why I'm talking to you." Trucy fell back against the chair with a furrow of her brow. “...because you wanna know if I’ll tell Edgeworth to give him another chance, right?” 

"Yeah," Phoenix sighed. He flattened down over the table on his elbows. "I'm mean, obviously we're not talking about letting him out of prison. Just giving him a chance to work in court."

At this point, anyway. Phoenix had no doubt that Kristoph's end goal was absolutely to weasel his way out of prison, and back into the world. “I know Mr. Gavin sure loved working in court.” Trucy murmured with a shaky smile. “...I mean…if it’s only that, I don’t see why not. R-right?” 

"Trucy…." He reached a hand over to her, looking at her shaky smile. "Come on. I think we can both agree there's a very good 'why not' right? No matter what you decide– it's not like there's no reason you should hesitate. Kristoph might have been my friend for a while– even your friend– but, he killed people." Trucy’s smile seemed at its limit, and her shoulders shook a little as she took his hand. She looked down at her lap 

“I know. But so did Mr. Halblicht. It’s..”“I mean…I’ll be honest, it’d be easier if I had any answers at all, you know? I have no idea why he went from my friend one day to …” she shrugged her shaking shoulders. “beating my dad to death and trying to poison my friend the next.” 

Phoenix squeezed her hand. "Trucy… I wish I had more answers for you than I do. I don't know why he poisoned the Mishams, at least, I don't know why he thinks he did. But…"

He had too many secrets from her. He was already keeping the secret of her mother, and her brother from her. Thalassa had sworn him to secrecy. 

But Zak Gramarye had done no such thing.

Still, he hesitated. Trucy stared at him with a serious little frown. 

“But there’s….there’s something you do know, Daddy? You have to tell me. If there’s something that’s relevant here you gotta tell me.” 

He sighed, and squeezed her hand. "I know, kiddo. It's not going to make you happy though."

It didn't make him happy, either. It made him… confused. Angry that Kristoph somehow felt he was more moral for murdering someone than Phoenix was for not murdering them. But there was this strange sense of horrible, sick…if not pleasure, then satisfaction perhaps, knowing that Kristoph at least had been trying to protect Trucy, in his own fucked up way.

And it made him feel sick that he wondered if he agreed with him– that it was more than Phoenix ever had done. Trucy’s lips were downturned…her expression increasingly concerned. “you’re starting to make me nervous, daddy…” 

"He told Athena why he killed your father, Trucy. Or at least, why he claims, though, she believes him."

Phoenix almost felt more cornered now than he ever did in court. Trucy’s eyes briefly widened, and then narrowed with a familiar sort of dogged determination “...so why? Why’d he kill my daddy?”

Phoenix squeezed her hand, and stared down at the table, his head in his hand.

"He told Athena that he did it for you. Because he abandoned you." Trucy was silent. She didn’t say a word as he felt her fingers curl against his. He heard the pace of her breathing pick up as she squeezed a little tighter for a moment. Finally, she said only one word. “Oh.” 

"Yeah." He didn't know if there was anything else he could say. He struggled to find words. "Its… still not a good reason." Trucy’s voice cracked as she shook in her chair .“...he killed him because he abandoned me. It’s…it’s…I…”

Phoenix scooted his chair around the table closer to her, and put his arm around her.

I shouldn't have told her. I just should have kept my big fat mouth shut.Trucy grabbed him tightly in a hug. 

“Daddy was always gonna abandon me. I knew it from the day he left me in the courthouse.” She squeezed Phoenix tighter “and it hurt,a lot. It was like…family was just another excuse for a vanishing act to the Gramaryes. That it’s just what family was. But it still hurt.” 

"I know, honey," Phoenix murmured. He squeezed Trucy, and he felt his chest tighten. She had known, she had always known. Zak Gramarye had been planning to play them all from the very beginning. The horrible thought that maybe he deserved to die flashed through his mind. "It wasn't fair to you. It was terrible."

It wasn't fair to Phoenix, either. What the hell did Zak Gramarye think he was doing? Who was going to raise Zak's daughter when he disappeared. Valant sure fucking wasn't!

Trucy shrugged against him, sniffling softly. 

“it was always gonna happen. Every magic act has a sleight of hand, and something used to make the trick work.” she shook her head against him and he felt hot tears on his shirt. “If the trick goes off smoothly, whatever happens to the tool doesn’t matter. Fair has nothing to do with it.”

"Trucy that's–" he held her to his chest. "You can't treat people like that. People aren't just tools for magical acts. What your father did to you was as wrong as what Kristoph did to him."

Did that mean it balanced out?

Trucy hiccuped. Her fingers squeezed his shoulders tightly. “D-dunno. I gotta think about it, Daddy…but…it’s the Gramarye way. What daddy did…maybe… maybe it was worse than what Mr. Gavin did.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes “I mean…Daddy abandoned me to survive on my own …twice, for himself. Nobody else. But Mr. Gavin might have killed him for me.” 

Phoenix held his daughter and he felt ashamed of himself. Ashamed of not dragging her real father in to face her, and own up to what he'd done.

And ashamed for almost feeling grateful to Kristoph for killing him.

"Trucy, you can't just kill people for being awful," he murmured. "But… I can't blame you for feeling that way. I'm not crying for your father." “I KNOW I can’t, Daddy!” She reached up to wipe her eyes. “obviously it’s still wrong…but if he really was trying to protect me then…” She pressed her hand to her face “...I..I give Mr. Edgeworth my approval. But I’m gonna have to think about this for a little while.” 

Phoenix gathered her to his chest, and rested his chin gently on the top of her head. "Take all the time you need, bug."

He was sure as hell going to be thinking about it for a long time.

[true-blue-sonic]

Does Silver ever apologize for anything?

There is a couple of times, if I am not mistaken. I am certain I won't get all of them down, but I'm going to dive into the scripts of Silver's story in '06, Rivals 1 and 2, Forces, Runners, and TSR, as well as an instance I happen to remember from a Sonic Channel story. I'll either search for Silver's name if he doesn't show up a lot, or keywords "sorry", "excuse" and "apolog*". And that gave me a few instances:

In Rivals 1, specifically Shadow's story, in Death Yard Zone act 1, we get:

Eggman: Hoh ho ho! Are the two of you having fun? Shadow: Doctor! Good timing. I can hear everything I want straight from the Doctor himself! Silver: Sorry, but he's my target! I can't let you through!

However, this is only Shadow's story: in Silver's story, it instead goes like:

Eggman: Hoh ho ho! Are you two having fun? Silver: Eggman?! This ends now! I'm going to expose you for who you really are, no matter what it takes! Shadow: No! The Doctor's mine! Stay out of my way!

That is always the issue with stories from different perspectives: which one is the correct one?

In Rivals 2, the boss level of Mystic Haunt Zone, Silver's story, gives us:

Eggman Nega: Heh! Silver... you're too late! Shadow: You're Eggman Nega! You tricked me! Now you'll pay for it! Silver: Sorry, Shadow, but this guy's mine!

Which then does not show up in Shadow's story, haha.

Also, I recalled an instance from Sonic Channel 2021, where a Soleannan bridge collapses and Silver saves the day with his PK. The translation gives the following:

Feeling a presence approaching behind him, Sonic called out in a mischievous tone without looking back. “Hey, Silver. Is this how everyone greets each other in the future?” “Heheh, my bad. If I don’t do that, I won’t be able to stop you.”

And:

What on earth did Silver want to “stop” Sonic for? After a few seconds of silence, Silver scratches his head and bows his head slightly. “Let me apologize again. I’m sorry. Actually, I need a favor from you.”

...And honestly, this is all I found! Keep in mind I am only looking at the story scripts, so not quotes spoken in the games itself, as I do not have those all written out reliably. And I also skimmed over it more than giving everything a full read plus used keywords to find specific terms, so I could have missed instances. But I think it is clear Silver rarely apologises. He does have moments where he's a bit more vulnerable, like in Runners where Blaze can free herself without his help ("Whoa! That was pretty cool! I guess you didn't need my help, then…") or their conversation in TSR:

Blaze: What is going on with you, Silver? I can tell something is on your mind. Silver: I'm fine. It's just, something bad is gonna happen. I can't explain it. I just feel it. Blaze: Have your travels through time given you precognition? Silver: I don't know. Maybe they have. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much. Blaze: Either way, I trust you. We will be ready.

But genuine apologies for his rude behaviour and such? Seem to be nope and basically non-existent, haha. Silver doesn't ever seem to feel bad about his snappiness, or at least he doesn't apologise for it. When he's in a good mood and knows there's someone whose help he needs, like Sonic's in the Sonic Channel story, I figure he might present himself as a bit more amiable... but otherwise, he's blunt and to-the-point as can be, with apparently zero concern for his rudeness. And in the Rivals games, he only seems to apologise for taking the enemy away from Shadow and defeating it by himself, so I doubt he's actually particularly sorry.

So overall, I think we can conclude Silver doesn't really apologise much, if at all. But if I missed any instances, please let me know! I feel like I must have, for example in statements during gameplay.