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yaaaaay its another skyrim character page! this is another of my husband @chemicalcain's characters, Sindri, who used to be a fisherman before his boat crashed in Solitude and now he's having The Worst Time Ever. he's basically our "put that guy in a situation" guy. squeezing him like a stress toy. you know.
#skyrim#khajiit#oc#sindri#he's such a little guy... i wuv him...#bullying him for fun and profit#anyway sorry ive been gone for uh. ages.#i logged out of tumblr on pretty much everything and have been trying not to log back in unless necessary#you know. for my health.#but i still get email notifs for asks so if you need me send an ask XD#or just hmu on discord yall probably know me on there
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#'not too thick' 'feel the ridges...' the whispering... oh my god?? đĽľđĽľ#the way he?? snp. the bill??? the way. ohgogh. what#also shoutout to one of the only times nacho doesn't wear red#this is the most he has smiled in 40 seconds than he has in 5 seasons of BCS#and yaaay i learned a new spanish word. cabrĂłn :)#i almost went OFF about this guy's vocal patterns but i needed to stop myself#if i get started im gonna hit the tag limit#this man's arms đŠđŠâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸#i've got a red and black marble bracelet i think would be so perfect for him...#i wuv himmm my sweetest little serpiente đ#video#love notes#love notes: ignacio âĄ#better call saul#bcs bts#bcs#nacho varga#ignacio varga#my videos#đâŹâŞ âĽ You stole my heart before anyone knew you had it - ĚĚËâ¡đđąđšËâ¡ ĚĚ-
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the second victim of my silliness
#art tag#cowboy bebop#he is just a widdle guy............ silly little guy#i feel like spike might like... attempt to act tough if he was shrunken like frustrated and less trying to show off that he is actually#very terrified#everyone manhandles him#esp jet and faye...#jet laughing when he finds him like WHATS THIS WHAT DID YOU DO AHAHA#tiny spike looking up like fuck you#gt#giant tiny#hegekebj#cowboy bebop gt#also ein wuvs him
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Thanks for the mention!
list of mammals that are bugs
1. jerboa.
#omfg this is adorable#babey boi :]#heâs baby#i wuv him#I must protect#he is actually so precious#heâs just a little guy#heâs just a baby#thanks for the mention
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to weave my love â n. riki
â SYNOPSIS -âşÂ Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- heâs even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things heâs bad at? Well, itâs asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with youâŚwhile being Spider-man.
â PAIR -âş spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader
â GENREÂ -âş fluff, banter, action â TROPES -âş classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers â WC -âş 17k (iâm sorry idk why either.)
â INCLUDES -âş SPOILERS FOR GREAT GATSBY, cursing, non-graphic injuries (reader discretion advised), yes i made the patching up with first aid kit trope SUE ME!! takes place in a busy city similar to new york never specified, reader is rich, jake and heeseung are seniors and rikiâs a junior, is riki stupid? yes⌠jake reveals stuff because he is also a little silly, reader wears a red dress!
â GREAT GATSBY -âş basically jay gatsby has this weird amt of money but no one rlly knows how he got it (nefarious reasons) and hes been in love with this girl daisy for five years but then she got married to tom buchanan but he gets rich so he can get the house across from her and wistfully watch her and he pines after her like CRAZY but he dies at the end
â REN SAYS...special huge fat kiss to thena @sensitively-taken you will be in the will when im a millionaire THANK YOU for helping me with so much of this I WUV U AND I WLL BE WAITING FOR UR HUENING FIC!!! | LIBRARY
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE FROM PRE-ADULTHOOD STRESS, IF THATâS EVEN A THING.
What exactly does Riki have to worry about as a seventeen-year-old junior in high school? Right now, his most daunting responsibility is catching up on the chapters of The Great Gatsby because the only thing Rikiâs actually read from the novel is that the main character shares a name with his best friend and senior, Park Jay. His second most daunting responsibility is handling the fact that with the new seating chart in his Literature class, it means heâs sitting next to the object of his very subtle affections, you.Â
See, the problem with having a crush on you is that Nishimura Rikiâs committed to thinking that youâre way out of his league, and unfortunately, the boy believes that almost too well. Not only are you minted beyond his wildest dreams (having seen your posts on social media), but youâre hardworking, helpful, and dedicated to your role as student body treasurer. Heâs already understood that youâd never go for a guy like him. Maybe someone more like Park Sunghoon, whose parentsâ salary matches yours. If Riki lived in a rural estate with generational wealth, handling the whole âSpider-Manâ thing might be a bit easier for him, considering he wouldnât have to try so hard in school. It might even change the fact that Riki dealt with some alleyway criminals last night and is currently catching up on lost sleep, as your English Literature teacher goes on and on about a project on the book youâre reading.Â
In class, and even sometimes outside of the classroom, your small tendency to not pay attention to your surroundings has landed you in some awkward situationsâlike now.Â
âI donât really tell anyone this, but I hate Daisy.â And instead of getting a response, you glance over to see Nishimura Riki slumped on the desk. Without trying to make preconceptions about what could land him in a situation like this, you poke his arm, stifling a smile at how his eyes widen when youâve caught him rubbing the very obvious sleep from his eye.Â
âSorry,â he whispers, still fighting the post-nap grogginess, âDid I miss anything?âÂ
(Nope.)
Shaking your head, you return your attention to your teacher as he continues to answer questions. The second Mr. Yoo assigned a report, you wanted to die even more considering the work you had to do on top of the impending due dates. But for it to be partnered? And for you to get seated and paired with the one boy who's known for not caring about school? Maybe things are a little stacked against you, but there has to be a reason why Rikiâs somehow still passing all his classesâŚright?
Considering itâs the last assignment about the book, youâre glad that you already read it so many times to know what you want to put into words. And in retrospect, answering a few open-ended questions about it canât be that hardâthe hardest part would be getting your partner to stay awake in class.Â
A small tap at your side makes you turn to face Riki, who you see has frantically written a page full of notes about the project in the past three minutes and how he can succeed. âCan you go over the first part? SorryâŚI wasâŚyâknow.âÂ
âItâs a partner project. And weâre partners.â You wince at the awkward wording.Â
Great! Riki was caught sleeping and that was your first impression of him for your paired assignment? Riki feels so stupid in front of you right nowâin front of your meticulous notes with annotations and proper highlighting. He wants to curl up into a ball when he sees you glance over at his haphazard attempt to look like he was paying attention when, in truth, he was trying to remember the dream he had just ten minutes prior. When you offer him a small smile and nod, leaning over with your notebook in hand, he sighs in relief, thanking whoever it was that let him get away with his naps without the consequence of irritating you afterwards.Â
The bell rings when Mr. Yoo stops talking, and you pause, startled by the sound. Instead of leaving, however, you pack your bag and shuffle to his side of his desk, continuing to parrot details about your report in hopes that it all makes sense. You need to make sure he knows what heâs doing.Â
âI think one of the questions he mentioned was like âIs Gatsby a good person?â and do you remember how in Chapter EightâŚâ The rest gets zoned out and forgotten in the boyâs head, because he in fact does not know what happened in Chapter Eight. He doesnât know what happenedâŚin any part of the book. But he agrees anyway, pretending like he understands what scene youâre trying to explain. What he notices is how thorough and dedicated you are towards ensuring he comprehends what youâre explaining, and although it could be because you donât want him to fail you both, he chooses to believe youâre doing it because you tolerate him.Â
Youâre so engrossed in covering all the little details and telling him random tidbits regarding the book that you donât realize your feet have made it all the way to the cafeteria. âBut here, let me get your number. Iâll totally explain more over text.âÂ
Riki is definitely not freaking out when he silently grabs his phone and hands it to you with the contact page, staring a little longer than necessary at the cute smiley face you added to your name. âThanks,â he mumbles, forcibly tearing his eyes away from the ten digits of your number, âFor helping me with this, too.â
âOf course! The Great Gatsby is a fun read for me. A little hard to read sometimes because of some of the characters, but still easy to understand.â And Nishimura RIki realizes that he has to do well. Heâll read the book five times over if it means gaining your approval.Â
Jake notices something a little different about the tuft of black and blonde hair when his friend walks in. The first thing is that heâs actually here, and that youâre next to him, smiling. The boy rubs his eye to make sure heâs not dreaming somehow, but when he looks up again, youâre waving goodbye and joining your friends across the room.Â
âDid you get hit with something while fighting a villain that makes you more bold? I feel like I just saw you and ____ talking,â Jake starts when Riki finally joins him with his lunch.Â
Riki laughs, shoving Jakeâs head out of embarrassment and opening his chips. âItâs just school. Got some project in English and she says weâre partnered.â He looks over at his friend chuckling, rolling his eyes at how Jake pokes at his side and wiggles his eyebrows.Â
âI better hear you two are dating by next week.âÂ
âWhoâs dating by next week?â Heeseung places his bag of food in front of them and takes a seat, opening the fast food he got last period and stuffing a fry in his mouth.Â
âRiki and ____. Let me have one,â Jake answers, reaching inside the bag.Â
Heeseung looks over at his junior curiously. âYou asked her out?â And the two older students hear a groan from the boy in question.Â
âMe and ____ arenât anything, for your information.â He prods at the vegetables on his tray and takes a bite before a look of displeasure washes over his face. âYouâre both way too excited for two guys who do not have girlfriends.âÂ
âHey! You know the girl Iâm always fighting with is the reason why Iâm single. I have to focus on studying to do well in school to do better than her.â Heeseungâs whining falls on deaf ears as Riki smiles victoriously, seeing how defensive the former got.Â
Jake offers him a shrug of defeat. âI got nothing.â
The three of them fall into normal conversation and Riki finally explains everything that happened during English. âSo youâre telling me your plan to ask ____ out went down from 18 months to 6?â And with a nod from the younger, they both groan once more. Heeseung exclaims, âWeâre both going to graduate, dumbass. Make the plan go down to likeâŚtwo months? Please?âÂ
Jake cuts in before Riki has a chance to respond. âMake it one and a half, so we can see you with a prom date before leaving forever.âÂ
âYou act as if youâre going to die after graduation. Itâs like youâre begging to be a super senior.âÂ
And theyâre silenced immediately.Â
âDo you think the guy I was with earlier hates me?â you ask on the other side of the room. Minjeong stares at you blankly, waiting for your explanation. âI donât know if you saw when I walked in but I was talking to this really tall guy with blonde hair and black tips. He seemed really out of it, like he kept staring at me and nodding. I think I scared him off by talking about the book too much.âÂ
Sunghoon, who is also listening in, opens his neatly packed lunchbox and begins mixing his noodles. âI think you did scare him off, ____.â
âNot helping,â Minjeong interjects, âJust talk to him more and maybe heâll warm up to you. You two sit together in class anyways, so hopefully heâll talk more?âÂ
âI know him,â Sunghoon comments, âWell, sort of. Iâm friends with Jake whoâs friends with Riki, and it seems like all that boy does is sleep.âÂ
âMaybe heâs really good at subconscious in-class comprehension?â you try, taking a bite of your sandwich. âI just hope it doesnât interfere too much with treasurer stuff.âÂ
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE IF HE SWINGS INTO ANOTHER WALL AT 100MPH LIKE HOW HE ALMOST DID TONIGHT.
All heâs had on his mind since school ended till now is how he should probably text you, if he really discarded the slimy acid monster from last week properly, and when the prom theme is going to be released, but thereâs something amiss that confuses his spidey-senses and makes Riki much more alert.Â
He snaps out of whatever train of thought he had before, focusing on the situation at hand and looking around to follow his instinct. Riki cautiously plants himself on the side of a random apartment building to get a sense of what's going on. A tingle of some sort of in the air permeates the material of his suit and leaves him shivering from the cold.Â
He doesn't like it one bit.Â
Moving to the side of the building to the top, the boy finally catches a glimpse of something when he gets a decent view of the city and highway systems. Riki knows somethingâs wrong with the bridge the closer he gets. He zips from one side of the tall, metal tower to the other, crawling down on all fours making sure he isnât caught. He feels the electric feeling once more, only amplified. It runs up his spine and he wants to slap it, almost like a frantic, summertime bug. The air around him is charged with something he has never recognized before. With a puzzled expression under his mask, Riki continues to investigate the surrounding area.Â
Riki finds a lone figure with some sort of attachment to his left arm, like a long glove made out of metal. The bulkiness of it seems to have no impact on his body as the man fiddles with the contraption, and the boy watches with bated breath as the machine fizzes and spurts with electricity. It begins to glow as power concentrates on his plated palm and the superhero sees it for the first time. Itâs like a fizz, like a match striking at fire only to produce a quick burst of friction, but it almost feels liquid when he watches the person play with the flickering blue ball of electricity. It dances in the dark in a hauntingly beautiful way, with bolts jutting out from the metal as it spurts and buzzes with a life-like manner.Â
A spark.Â
âHey, what the hell do you think youâre doing?â The sound of Rikiâs voice from the end of the bridge causes the stranger to look up with wide eyes. Although Riki fully expects it to simply enhance strength or block damage, the immediate strike of blue that flies straight towards him is anything but defensive. With a yelp, he jumps away, this time refusing to show himself.Â
What the hell was that?
He knows he should go back down there to change things and get the person and the metal pieces away before it escalates, but when he goes back down to watch, it's ten times worse. The bright blue illuminates the scarred face of the villain as heâs picked up the metal armâbut this time, itâs no longer clunky and sparking, but fused into his arm.Â
Rikiâs face pales at the sudden change before his body acts on its own and he shoots out a web to stop the man.Â
The villain is shocked by the intrusion, but quickly yanks free from the webbing and flicks another bolt of electricity, one that flies much faster now that the metal flows into the arm instead of simply resting on the skin. Itâs unlike something Riki has ever seen, something that is so controlled in motion and yet so erratic in nature, and it instills a deathly fear when it grazes his arm he hisses in pain. The sharp feeling springs Riki into action as he jumps away. Heâs lucky another bolt isnât sent his way, seeing how the villainâs too busy marveling at the power of his new gadget.
âYou know that fucking hurts, right?â He yells out, cupping his wound. âMaybe leave the gadgets to the kids!â
The man scoffs. âIt better have hurt. I sacrificed half my body for this to work.â
âBut why?â All Riki wants is answers. Some sort of explanation.
The man charges up yet another bolt, almost like a laser gun is built into the machine. âLess talking, more running, Spiderman.âÂ
That scared the shit out of him.Â
The boy doesnât have time to think as he jumps out from the dark tunnel to the bridge and up the metal towersâhe hates having to fight with people right below. The villain follows in pursuit, almost crumbling the metal with his engineered arm as he hoists himself quickly. Riki continues to jump between the structure to avoid the flashes, trying to get out and apprehend the man as quickly as possible. When he reaches the top, however, he feels death is near as he glances down at the villain below whoâs quickly gaining on him. He shoots out webs to slow him temporarily, letting himself fall and swing from the side of the tower to escape.Â
What he doesnât see on the way across the bridge is the flash that misses his cheek and hits his thigh instead. It burns, and mid-air, Riki gives the wound a quick assessment before he lands on the metal, immediately forcing his body to climb. While dealing with his wound, he fails to notice the villain swinging from the bridge support lines to meet him.Â
He needs to end this fast before he becomes burnt toast.
Riki doesnât often rely on instinct to carry him, but he can tell that the villain heâs facing isnât just a criminal.Â
âLand another hit, would you?â he tries to say, his voice strained from the pain in his arm and leg. It doesnât do much to deter the man in front of him as the arm continues to destroy and bend the metal on the way up. âWhat are you going to do now, Sparky?â
The man says nothing, charging energy into his metal glove again before aiming and focusing on the target: him.Â
Riki jumps off, not able to properly land his web in the right spot as he goes from one section of the bridge to the other. The man behind him looks enraged at the boyâs attempt to escapeâso much so that he reaches out with his normal hand to try to grasp the suit when Spider-Man swings past him. Instead of the feeling of fabric, the villain feels sticky spider fluid on his fingers. Riki shoots out a web, one that curls around the villainâs wrist and drags him off the tower. Instead of being able to launch him into the surrounding waters, the man slips from the poorly shot-out webs and falls from mid air into the sea of frantic cars, including one semi truck that collides directly with his arm. In the air, the boy winces when he hears honks and shouts from the impact, hoping itâs the last time heâll have to witness it.
With his gaze trained on the falling figure, the weakly attached web breaks, and Riki all of a sudden starts falling down as well. He curls up defensively before bracing for impact, curling into himself when he feels the metal dent and the truck driver scream from outside of the parked vehicle, the body of the villain right in front of it.Â
Riki staggers, holding onto his arm and thigh the best he can before getting up. With wobbly steps and a small jump, he lands near the unconscious man, whose metal arm is cracked and fizzlingâsomething that Riki knows is bound to leave more scars.Â
âCall the police. Iâll get rid of the pieces.â Although Riki wants to figure out who the criminal is and make sure heâs properly apprehended, the gashes in the boy's limbs leave him winded and exhausted. With hot metal scraps bound together by webbing in his hands, Riki swings out and dumps it somewhere rural, trying his best to cover the pieces with the pounding headache thatÂ
Riki revisits the secluded spot under the bridge, looking for clues to the manâs identity, and his expression falls when he notices a lanyard dangling near a trash can.Â
His name, his position, and the company. FLiGHT Corp. The company name caught the boyâs eye, and he pockets the item before leaving.Â
It seemed like he was a normal research scientist, but Rikiâs recollection of the scars and tattered skin leaves him retracting his last thought. He heard something about the failure of a time travel machine at FLiGHT, and if the mass of the incident was anything to go by, he was in the center of it.Â
No matter how many times Riki tries to get it out of his head, on the way home, all he can think about is the inexperience he displayed and the lack of response he gave Riki during the whole time. But Riki canât bring himself to really take away someoneâs lifeâand maybe for that, heâs a horrible superhero.Â
He knows he should stop the man before it's too late, and especially with how many self-proclaimed villains there have been, it's not easy to see so many innocent people ruin their lives chasing a power that inevitably consumes them. He knows itâll only get worse if he lets them run free.
And while the superhero has never been fully honest with himself, there are many times where Riki hates his role as Spider-Man, and wishes that he was just some teenage boy who didn't have the lives of others in his palm. He wishes he didn't have to sacrifice so much to stay behind a maskâand he wonders deep down if thereâs anyone else who felt the same.Â
His swings lead him across the city above hundreds of lives he has to protect, and he tries to find some semblance of peace. He thinks about how he has his homework due despite having just risked his life, he thinks about how your project is goingâand about you.Â
In the night under the stars, Nishimura Riki wishes for something just a bit normal. He wishes a good night for himself, but also for you, wherever you could be.
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE FROM TRYING TO READ THIS BOOK IN ONE NIGHT.
The Great Gatsby is exactly like how you described it; a little hard to get through but fun with the plotâs eccentric characters. Heâs pretty sure he couldâve just used a detailed SparkNotes explanation for the book, but having a crush can make someone do weird things. And in Nishimura Rikiâs case, his infatuation has got him reading a novel about morally-skewed characters and rich society to impress you.Â
When you come into class barely on time, Riki gives you a confused look when you sit down, but doesnât comment on it any further. Instead, he takes out his book and tries to act like his eyes werenât closing shut from exhaustion by the time Daisy was finally confessing how she loved Gatsby.Â
The moment Mr. Yoo stops talking, however, Riki isnât asleepâmuch to your surprise. He has his book out, pages filled with sticky notes and a whole section of his notebook dedicated to characters (written in bright red to keep him awake) and their traits.Â
âI got it.â Itâs the first thing he says when you two are left to do in-class work. Itâs ominous, and maybe a little too enthusiastic in a high school literature class for a boy who doesnât even care that much for school, but youâll accept it with open arms if it means you get a helping hand on your project.Â
âContinue,â you tell him slowly, leaning back in your chair to listen to him. And you donât know why, but a small part of you thinks that the boy who sleeps every period the book was discussed wouldnât have much to say or contribute to such an open-ended prompt, but life is full of surprises.Â
What you fail to notice is how Riki is nervous and his stomach does at least twenty flips before he swallows dryly and starts rambling in hopes to impress you and redeem himself from his embarrassing slumber a few days ago.Â
âSo you know how our prompt is based on one character and basically all their actions?â he asks, and you nod, absentmindedly thumbing a sheet in your journal. âIâm thinking we should talk about Jay Gatsby because so much is revealed to us about him that we might as well use it to our advantage. Yâknow, talking about how the theme of exploitation and secrets is veiled under Gatsbyâs desire for Daisy.â
âYou donât think Gatsbyâs a good character?â Riki wants to tell you that Gatsby is more relatable than good or bad, but he shakes his head.Â
âI mean, not really.â He feels like with those four words, heâs completely changed the trajectory of his relationship with you from a positive slope to completely downhillâand a wave of panic washes over him. âShould I? I mean, I could see him as more redeemable if you gave me examp-â
You wave your hand to quell his worries. âTo be honest, I donât like him either. But heâs an interesting main character to write about, so I think we should go with your idea.âÂ
To win your approval feels like heâs won at least three fights against a villain in a row without getting any bad injuriesâit feels good. And for the rest of the period, you are able to finish a detailed outline of your work for the next few weeks, mapping out sections for each other, and he even gets to see a part of prom planning on a word document you had open. He considers your shared productivity a win when he packs up and bids you goodbye before leaving for lunch.Â
One wave doesnât catch Rikiâs attention from across the room. Not even two, or three calls of his name could get Nishimura Riki out of his thoughts, and Jake frowns before moving up in the lunch line.Â
âSomethingâs caught your eye again.â Jake feigns innocence and sighs dramatically as he places the food down next to Rikiâs plate. âCould it possibly be our school treasurer?â Jake laughs, leaning over to catch a glimpse of whatâs got his friend so entranced and non-responsive.
Riki scrunches his nose, annoyed, but never breaking his gaze from where youâre sitting. âWe talked in classâlike, a lot,â is all he says, paying his friend no mind. âSheâs genuinely so understanding.â
âGod, I donât think you can be any more down bad for her than you are right now.â Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, heâs able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasnât the one with superpowers.
âCan you shut up?â Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he notices you smile and point to something. âI just got pummeled into a semi truck last week. Let me have this before I die tomorrow.âÂ
âVery grim,â his friend notes, ruffling the youngerâs hair, âI think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.â And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.Â
Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. âYâknow, I read the book for English so she wouldnât think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. âShe probably already thinks youâre an idiot.âÂ
The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. âDonât say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.âÂ
Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. âThatâs because you donât.âÂ
âIâll prove to her that Iâm worth her time.â Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. âMaybe Iâll ask her out to prom, show up in my suit. Do that cheesy upside down kiss shit people say Spiderman does.â When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. âI will! Well-maybe not the Spider-Man thing, but prom definitely.âÂ
Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. âYou barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?â And the younger grins, eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.Â
âYup.â And his fate is sealed, just like that.
âWhatâs your project about, anyways? Didnât you tell me last night that she gave you her number? Must be pretty serious if she wants to text you.â Riki furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.Â
âItâs just tying the theme of the book to one character and writing about how they show it. So we did the theme of money and Gatsby, because itâs easy and mentioned so many times.âÂ
Jake gawks. âYou must really like her,â
âI was planning to read it regardless of who I was partnered with.âÂ
âOkay- thatâs debatable.â There goes another one of Rikiâs nachos.
âGross.âÂ
He thinks things are going pretty well for you two. The report is being written and your quotes are basically finding themselves, so Riki should give himself a pat on the back for pitching the initial idea for how to go about your assignment. Maybe reading the whole book offered him a few useful pointers, and he goes to sleep that night satisfied with your progress. Maybe Heeseung and Jake were rightâmaybe he could finally ask you out by prom.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE TRYING TO SAVE THE CITY FROM YET ANOTHER MONSTER TERRORIZING THE STREETS.
He wakes up the next morning, not expecting his alarm to alert his senses to danger. It rings in his head and makes him feel delirious, trying to shake sleep off as he looks out the window for any visible sign of what's wrong. If he could hear the danger in his head then that meant someone could be hurt, and he could go to school without a few hours of sleep if he worked fast enough, right?Â
Riki slips into his suit without much thought and goes to crack his window open, only to look back at his clock and read the horrific time of 6:23AM.Â
Who the hell picks a fight with a teenager at this ungodly time?Â
Then, he shoots from his wrists, once, twice, and suddenly, he's off, covering more ground through the air in just three seconds than he ever could while walking or running for minutes on end.
The source of his tingling spidey-sense is some large metal centipede creature that was setting off car alarms in a neighborhood near the market. Thankfully, no one was really awake to be caught in the crossfire, but he has to figure out how the hell he's going to catch that thing in...he checks his watchâŚtwenty minutes?Â
Hopefully, his instinct will help him win this timeâagain.Â
The web he shoots out does nothing to stop the monster, and considering how it connected them both, the threads only drag the superhero to the edge of the building he was initially watching from. With some yelling and pulling, he finally detaches, and realizes that the odd sizzling feeling in his bonds must be from the same source as a few days ago; Spark.Â
He had this gut feeling that a villain as strong as him wouldnât have been destroyed so easily, but his wounds were so deep and the blood loss so bad from a few nights ago that he couldnât have truly dumped him in the ocean without fainting or suffering something permanent, and although Riki hoped things in the universe would work itself out, the presence of the giant fifty foot insect alone is proof that things were not in his favor.Â
He jumps off the building onto another, working quickly as he strings up a few webs between the houses as a wall for the monster, watching it slide and knock over cars in its wild pursuit. The monster spends a few seconds breaking down the wall of webbing and climbing over it, the many legs easily breaking through. As the superhero jumps across buildings and keeps track of the centipedeâs movement, he has no idea why it isnât going for him, and that makes his job much harder without the attention of the monster. One glance at the direction the centipede is headed in sets off another ding in Rikiâs headâbut this time, it finally clicks why the centipede is headed away from the boy.Â
Itâs attracted to the power plant.Â
Riki immediately jumps and swings off of a lamp post, using the momentum of gravity and the force of his swing to propel him faster than the slithering creature. Squinting, he holds out his fist and points his pointer and pinky out, following the movement of the centipede as he aims.Â
Bam.Â
He sends clusters of silky white threads down precisely at the first pair of legs to pin it down. The webs stop the creature momentarily, and Riki doesnât have time to watch how the body shrinks up and fizzes out with blue shocks as it tries to wiggle loose and malfunctions. This fight would be over soon, and the boy smiles when he jumps down to shoot more webs to apprehend the centipede. It wiggles and sends electricity out through parts of its body, trying to pry itself out. He expects it to simply be a robot of sorts following a mission considering its avoidant behavior, but as he approaches the tail, the monster suddenly swings at Riki, and its mass and speed is incomparable to the boyâs reaction speed.Â
Riki lands into a tree and someoneâs garage, feeling the crumbling wall falling all over him and the sudden pain blooming in his lower back.Â
This fight will, in fact, not be over soon.Â
With his superhuman abilities, Riki grabs onto the metal of the car beside him to hoist himself up, coughing from the dust, and jumping over the rubble to see how quickly the centipede creature can get out, without regard for his current state. The sound and rumble of the giant monster is all he needs to know that the traps are effective, but not at the previous capacity.Â
The plan is simple: apprehend the legs and crush the head, where Riki assumes the decision-making and programming is taking place. But the monsterâs angry and erratic actions throw a wrench in his plan. Its legs move faster, digging into the cement and leaving ruin in its wake as it continues down the road. While both the villain and superhero are fast, the distance between the power plant is finiteâand only grows smaller and smaller. Â
Although Riki can feel the bruises coming, he runs and swings, hearing the wind in his ears as he catches up to the centipede in no time. He tries the same tactics againâaim, shoot, stick, all the while keeping his distance. Although the monsterâs body spans incredibly long, and should carry an immense amount of weight, the way it snaps at Rikiâs flying body and sends shockwaves through his core leaves him shivering as his body slams into the ground, coughing. It hurts all over, and it feels like thereâs weight on his eyes when he tries to open them and get up. His head is spinning as he staggers onto his knees, clutching his chest as he watches the centipede shrivel and crackle.Â
It seems like the voltage produced is a double-ended sword, one that burns up the centipede body as much as it deals damage, and with the way the mutant creeps towards the electricity of the plant, Riki gets the feeling thereâs a magnetic pull that forces the mutant to continue to crawl even against its instinct to stop.Â
Despite his waning strength, however, Riki knows better than to half finish the job like last time. He creates a net from experience, weaving together the thickest and most durable threads to trap the entirety of the slowly approaching creature. It seems to crawl slowly up the makeshift barrier, knocking its head against the white and spreading the bright blue waves of its energy throughout. The boy watches as the thin white mass absorbs all of it and clings to the creature. It works, finally, after his attempts to nullify its movements, and he knows that despite the ache in his every step, the almost mummified centipede that hangs between several roofs for all the neighbors to gawk at is his sure sign of victory.Â
All he remembers is hearing a familiar call of his hero name before his legs give out and his head hits Jakeâs chest.Â
Holy fucking shit is the first thing Riki thinks when he wakes up.Â
Heâs not out of his tattered suit and he feels grimy all over, but his body has done wonders in reducing the otherwise fatal injuries he got. No human body should be able to withstand two energy-filled blasts, but his suit and superhuman healing are of greater help than ever in alleviating the damage from his wounds.Â
He knows why heâs in his bed with bandages thrown over his open wounds. He knows that every time something like this happens, itâs Jake who shoos away the concerned civilians, telling them heâs a medic. Jake is not a medicârather, heâs a seventeen year-old boy who knows about his friendâs double life and with all the times heâs saved Riki, someone might as well dub him the greatest medic of all time.Â
The clock on his bedside table has only served as a bearer of bad news. He looks over to see how itâs practically midday, and heâs missed yet another day of school from fighting crime. Heâs in no condition to get up or get his bag, seeing how his hair is frizzy and his cheek has a cut that would warrant questioning. It seems only fair that he stays absent, and before he falls back asleep, he only prays you arenât too mad at him for leaving the seat next to you empty.
But you arenât mad, just worried. The soreness in his muscles doesnât go away though, and he groans when he sits up in his bed, with bandages around his arms and an ice pack discarded next to him.Â
Heâs most definitely not coming to school like this.Â
While you bore holes into the clock hanging off the wall, that doesnât speed up the time. Two minutes pass, then another minute. As your classmates find their partners and begin discussing, you notice how the room gets louder with the due date looming near. Itâs the first time youâre alone without the familiar boy beside you, and something hangs low in your chest when you put in a pair of earphones and open your laptop.Â
Rikiâs absence should have no effect on you. After all, youâre both just high school students whoâve talked once or twice, and yet you still look over at the empty chair. Staring doesnât make Riki appear, though, and you return to your edits. It feels empty without his insight, or without him asking you to help him with a passage. Riki was your solution to all things boring. If he wasnât doing his work, then you two were laughing at something on his phone. And if you agreed to both do something other than the report, then you could ask for an extra opinion when deciding prom details. There was something freeing about working with him that attracted you. Riki knew how to lighten the mood on days that werenât so good for you, but he also worked hard and let loose at the same time. There was a perfect balance in Rikiâs life that you aspired to have; it was a good mix of playful, dedicated, and fun all in the same vein.Â
The words blend together on your screen. Jay Gatsby this, Tom Buchanan that, it all looks monotonous the more you keep trying to read and comprehend what exactly youâre talking about.Â
Before class is dismissed, Mr. Yoo steps to the front of the classroom to gather everyoneâs attention. He introduces your new novel for the next month, explaining yet another large assignment associated with the text.Â
Truth be told, you donât pay attention to any of it.Â
The only thing you remember to do is to grab extra copies of the printed graphic organizers, as you get out of your seat and rush out when class ends in pursuit of one specific boy.Â
âSim Jaeyun!â The call of his name diverts Jakeâs attention from his phone to your waving arm as you weave through the students and finally reach him.Â
âYou can just call me Jake,â he explains, âwhatâs up?âÂ
You begin to reach into your backpack, trying to feel for your folder, and pull out a few sheets. âThese are for Riki.âÂ
Jake cheers internally for his friend whoâs busy recovering at home. âWhat, you got a crush on him or something?âÂ
He tries to play it cool by teasing you, but the smile you bite back leaves the boy questioning if there really is anything going on. Jake knows better than to tell you anything about Rikiâs feelings, and opts to instead grab the papers and to thank you for looking out for his friend.Â
âIs Riki okay?â You have to know, just to make sure heâll be here tomorrow to cure your boredom.Â
What Jake says is much different than the nonchalant wave and half grin he gives you. âHeâs just bedridden.âÂ
âThatâs pretty serious! Did he come down with anything?â He seemed fine yesterday, so whatâs the catch?
He blurts, âHe just got badly hurt.âÂ
Immediately, Jake knows heâs fucked up.Â
Your confusion and silence answers him far more than words ever couldâhe basically hears the gears turning slowly in your head.
Jake weakly defends, âHis parents had a fight with him because he hit his head or something. Heâll be fine by tomorrow. Just bedridden from sadness, yâknow?âÂ
The look you give him is unconvinced, but when Heeseung pats him on the shoulder and waves to you, the boy realizes that maybe staying quiet wouldâve been the better decision.Â
âIâll see you later, ____.â And heâs off, waving half-heartedly and dragging a very confused Heeseung out of the cafeteria.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE TRYING TO WAKE YOU UP AS GENTLY AS HE CAN.
Ever since March started and flowers began to bloom, your energy seemed to do the opposite, dwindling until Riki catches you mirroring his frequent in-class action: sleeping. And it worries him beyond belief, because youâre not the type to fall asleep like⌠ever. However, Riki does not have the heart to wake you up, even if itâs with a little nudge that you probably barely feel with how light he taps. It breaks his heart to have to ask you to review what he has done, because the bell is about to ring and the teacher might just send you to detention if he catches you off-task.Â
The allergies always make Mr. Yoo irritable, and Riki knows not to get on his nerves.Â
Your eyes flutter open to the pokes and prodding from none other than Nishimura Riki, who gazes at you softly when you adjust to the bright classroom setting once more.Â
Panic settles in. âWait- how long was I sleeping for?âÂ
He shrugs and scrunches his nose, not giving you an answer as he finishes scribbling something in his notebook.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry.â Your hand squeezes into a fist at the frustration that youâve let your partner down.Â
And yet, Riki seems to be unfazed, frowning when he sees you stressing out. âDonât ever sweat the little things, yeah? If thereâs anything you ever need to talk aboutâtrust me, I know what itâs like to have a lot of pressure on your shoulders.â
Smiling at him, you respond with, âThank you, really.âÂ
Being treasurer is daunting in the spring. Itâs full of requests, forms, and small tasks that leave you spent by the end of the day. âBut,â you glance at the clock to see just how much time is left, âhowâd you know?âÂ
He motions to your open computer with a now dark screen. âI saw your document pulled up. ____âs tasks or else she will be kicked out of student government,â he taunts, snickering when your eyes grow wide with embarrassment and you lightly nudge his shin with your foot in warning.Â
âItâs not polite to snoop,â and although you say that, you catch something in your peripheral vision. Itâs a few drawings of a figure and gadget drawn, shaded from rigid shapes with small descriptions pointing to different places. You werenât sure what was more surprising; how good the drawings were, or the subject of his imagination.Â
Weird. Inherently, there was nothing wrong with Riki drawing a villain, and you chalked it up to him being creative. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
He puts his hands up in surrender at your last comment, his grin showing anything but. Just one look at the boy makes you realize that everything youâve just thought about is foolish.Â
Thereâs no way heâd have time to be a villain and a student. With one final thought, you let your raging thoughts rest and focus on the present; him. Youâve seen his hair messy, especially after his naps, but when Riki tries to style it like how he did today, you pay more attention to the streaks of blonde and how he often hides behind his bangs and scrunches his nose. Itâs cute. Heâs cute.
The truth is, you enjoy being around him like this, joking around and never worrying too much about your responsibilities and expectations. Itâs refreshing. Being around Riki gives you the feeling that things will be okay in the end.Â
You snap out of your thoughts to see that his desk is empty, while yourâs hasnât changed one bit.
âYouâre going to sell prom tickets now, right?â He makes small talk before leaving for lunch, closing the notebook you were suspiciously eying before slipping it into his bag.Â
âYup,â you answer, popping the âp,â âIâll see you later,â and you two part ways.
All the long lines and constant distribution of change doesnât allow much wiggle room for you to daydream. As time goes on, the ticket-selling line grows smaller and smaller, but the only thing you truly care about is eating the lunch your parents packed you. Your sandwich is probably sad and soggy now that there are only a few minutes of lunch left. When you finally sign off one last time after triple checking the forms are all correct, you let out a sigh, leaning back and finally getting a break.Â
Then, it hits you that youâre not even sure if the boy youâre fawning over is attending the biggest event of the year, and you feel stupid for forgetting to ask.Â
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Yesterday was a rookieâs mistakeâtoday, youâd make sure you get an answer from him.
âAre you going to prom, Riki?â is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.Â
âIâm thinking about it.â Yeah, whatever confidence he had when convincing himself heâd ask you out isnât serving him well at this moment. Quite frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. âYou?âÂ
âIâd have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.â You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes for the new book youâre reading.Â
âWell, youâre not the only single one here.â And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. âIf someone asked, would you say yes?â
You think about it carefully, really because you donât have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Rikiâs not planning on going. âItâd have to be someone I knowâsomeone I talk to somewhat regularly. Iâd be nice to be with someone who doesnât make it awkward.â
Nishimura Riki might die from over-thinking if he keeps on wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.
RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM
â talk to ____ regularlyÂ
â don't make it awkwardÂ
â be..cute?Â
The boy decides that his superhuman responsibilities might be easier to complete than any of those three things.Â
He switches the subject to stop his head from hurting too much. âDid you finish the report?âÂ
You still, and Rikiâs question reminds you of the report looming over your head. In your defense, you two hadnât brought it up much in the past week, and he didnât seem to worry over how much of your time was spent emailing teachers or making spreadsheets. Although caught off guard, youâre quick to respond with, âWhat did we have to finish? I thought we were done since last week, but if thereâs anything else-âÂ
âSorry,â he rushes out, biting his lip, âI meant, if you finished reading it.â And the answer is no, you havenât read it since your last edit on it three days ago.Â
Within a few clicks, you find the document and scroll to the bottom, seeing the small note that Riki left that said âlet me know how it looks.â Itâs sweet to know he thought about your input as much as you did his.Â
âWhile some can agree that Gatsbyâs rise into high society was sketchy, Gatsby still retains the same reserved character from years ago, and doesnât manipulate others into success or use his money for nefarious purposes. Itâs not like he changed after his wealth, and it could be argued Gatsby loved Daisy until his last breath and was willing to die as long as she was happy, emphasizing the theme of sacrifice.Â
So, is Jay Gatsby a good person? The question targets the morality of a character who many can empathize with. Those who are charmed by his overwhelming love for Daisy would say that heâs committed textbook crimes, but focus more on the intent behind it. To pine after someone from a distance isnât easy, but to pursue her after years of separation is even harder. Itâs universally agreed, however, that love as a driving force doesnât nullify what heâs done to others and the dirty schemes heâs enacted to gain the power he has. Therefore, Gatsby makes for an interesting main character, and highlights just how twisted a system around money can be.âÂ
The last page isâfor the most partâhis writing, and your admiration for him grows when you finish reading and scroll to hit your Works Cited page.
âItâs good,â you tell him wholeheartedly, âDidnât think you had it in you.âÂ
Riki cracks a smile at your light teasing, soaking up your praise.Â
âNow you know.â He shrugs. And he can only hope that you like him as much as you like his literary skills.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE WHEN HE COMES TO THE REALIZATION THAT HE IS EXACTLY LIKE JAY GATSBY,JUST WITHOUT THE MONEYâDESPERATE FOR THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS, DYING YOUNG, AND A FRAUD HIDING BEHIND SECRETS.
Nevermind the last one, he has to hide when he has an identity to protect as the cityâs only superhero, but Riki feels his heart sink to his heels when he read a few weeks ago how much Gatsby simply adores Daisy. When Gatsby died, he scoffed, closing the book with a sudden disinterest. If he were the male lead, he wouldnât have been laying in a pool for target practice. Maybe being a superhero teaches you how to avoid being easy bait for all your enemies, or maybe Gatsby was too carried away with love to think straight.Â
Fighting crime gives you insurmountable experience with sneaking around, but it wasnât something he could just teach to anyone. When he gets this horrible gut feeling that somethingâs happened to you, he just knew something was wrong. He might not be easy to catch, but for anyone else? Definitely. Â
For everyone else, prom was a month away, but for you, it was three weeks of talking to your advisor and president, arguing with your other board members, and sitting behind that damn money box for another five days to sell tickets. For you, it was realizing that you were supposed to buy streamers and balloons yesterday on your way home from school. It was the thinly veiled disappointment in your board memberâs texts when they told you they were at a loss for words. âIâm sorry, and I know youâre busy, but how could you forget? Prom is so important for all of us. What if they donât have what you need anymore?â It all repeated in your head as you bit your lip in frustration and slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find. Although it was dark and dangerous, you could care less if it meant avoiding the passive aggressive comments youâd get tomorrow during your meeting.
There it is again: that little tendency to not pay attention to your surroundings.Â
You yelp when you feel someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you in, muffling your screams as he pulls you along. To see him on the news was worrying, but to see Spark in person with your life on the line is even worse.Â
Tears spring to your eyes as you struggle against the metal to no avail, and you curse every previous moment you spent worrying about balloons rather than your safety.
Spark suddenly stops, shoving you against the wall before his hand grabs a brick with his metal arm, beginning to climb. âDonât let go.â And you donât think twice before holding on.
The city view would be beautiful if you werenât hearing your heartbeat in your ears or if you werenât dangling from the railing of some company building, trying to wiggle yourself free of the rope around your wrists.Â
Spark speaks up, drumming his fingers on the railing next to you. âYou wouldnât happen to know where your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is, would you?â And you furrow your eyebrows, genuinely questioning for a moment if he really knew how the superhero operated.Â
A voice from across the street puts a temporary hold on your thoughts, and you glance up to see a flash of blue and red soaring through the air, followed by a groan and a beam of light next to you. Seeing Sparkâs powers right in front of you spurs you into action, yanking at the rope and trying to take tiny steps away from where they were fighting.
âFrom what Iâm seeing, you wanted to hold someone hostage because youâre not feeling too good, huh?â Spider-Man shouts as he shoots out webs and blocks hits. You shake your head in partial disbelief of how unserious he is, but also how unbelievable all of this seems. âYou tried to take a potion or something? Iâm going to tell you this now, but these usually donât work.âÂ
Rikiâs assumption is right, and considering how Spark now has a leg and arm from metal instead of just the arm, the procedure for the additional limb couldnât have been easy. The superhero still proceeds with caution, making sure to pay attention to anything new as he dodges and fights back.Â
The villain immediately gets back up, stumbling for a moment before he regains his stance and runs towards the boy. You hear the clanging of fist hitting metal from their fight, and considering the difference in height and build, youâd expect Spider-Man to be easily flung to the side, but he holds his weight in battle.Â
Riki aims for around the left shoulder, where an abundance of stitches cover the skin and fuse the metal into muscle. He lands a hit, and almost another one, before a punch to the side knocks him from his momentum. The boy wheezes when his back makes instant contact with the ground, rolling and getting up before Spark has time to shoot.Â
He notices how quickly the gadget generates electricity now. Before, the beams took longer, and were easily predictable, but now, it glows bright for a moment before it fires directly in Rikiâs path. The boy dodges the first, but the second one almost hits the top of his head before he ducks and creates distance.Â
From the roof-top, Riki scans his surroundings before making the split-second decision to jump.Â
He swings to the other side of the building, keeping you in his peripheral vision as he works on apprehending the villain in front of him. They spring into yet another fist fight, with Rikiâs agility easily letting him avoid punches and land precise hits to make the previous injuries even worse.Â
You think Spider-Man has the upper hand in this, seeing as how none of Sparkâs punches seem to slow down the superhero, but you hear something loud before you can register it.Â
You figure out what happened after Riki stumbles and suffers a blow to the stomach, sending him tumbling to the edge of the building. Spark knew that Spider-Man was avoiding his left armâhe knew that one wrong move paired with the tungsten material would have a lasting effect on the superheroâs fist.Â
Riki coughs from the impact before his spidey-sense rings, pulling him back into battle as he runs as fast as his body can take him.Â
You. He still needs to save you.Â
With renewed vigor, he continues to avoid the flying sparks as he ducks between structures and uses the terrain to his advantage. He can tell, though, that the villain is slowing down. The shots are less accurateâa telltale sign that the enhancer Spark tried is working against him.Â
Between all of the chaos, Riki finally lands a proper web, yanking as hard as he can to pull Spark to the ground. He stumbles, grasping at thin silk before Riki lets go on his side. The villainâs balance is off, giving the boy an advantage as he closes the distance, hopping over a thrown slab of metal and landing a solid kick into Sparkâs ribcage. As he stays down, Riki continues to aim for muscle and flesh, his head spinning as he packs punch after punch to keep the villain apprehended.Â
Sparkâs bodyâcurled into itself to absorb the hits the best that he canâ hides the growing blue flash that heâs slowly charging up with his remaining power. The moment it escapes from under his abdomen, Riki directs his efforts towards avoiding the electric glimmer. The villain rolls over, his body tattered from the consistent injuries, and he fires what seems like an intense bullet of energy. It zips by the boyâs cheek, cutting the mask and leaving blood to run down in its wake. Time slows down as the superhero tries to process the unlocked speed of the burst, and Spark loses focus marveling at his new abilities. Never before had either of them seen power so concentrated, and it inflicts both fear and excitement.Â
He lifts his arm, the other holding it up for support, and Spider-Man notices the fizzle of bright blue. Rikiâs about to jump out of the way, preparing for yet another high-speed bullet, but before Spark fires, something clicks. The arm doesnât directly point to Rikiâbut it skews off to the right.
Except, heâs no longer aiming for Riki in the split second that the boy blinks. Heâs suddenly aiming at you, where your hands are tied to the railing and your feet are dangling from the bent metal that holds you precariously over the edge, leaving a fifty foot drop in its wake. When you see the blue energy in the villainâs palm growing slowly bigger, you pull at the rope desperately with zero regard to the tender rawness of your wrists.Â
In your attempt to somehow break the rope, your cry of fear snaps Spider-Man into action.Â
Riki pushes his sore body to jump as quick as he can, leaping across the rooftop to the building over. He easily avoids the metal railing, grabbing onto your arm as he yanks hard on the rope, the force of it separating a piece of metal from the railing. He immediately jumps, sending out a web to swing him back up. It all happens in a flashâfirst, you were bound to the edge about to fall to your death, and all of a sudden, youâre tightly pressed against Spider-Manâs chest with your bound wrists still attached to the metal. Shutting your eyes, you trust Spider-Man entirely, closing your eyes to avoid seeing just how far up you were. Wind rushes in your ears and leaves your stomach fluttering with butterflies until the superhero sets you down on a secluded rooftop.Â
âPlease,â he begs, âdonât leave. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Youâd be a fool to do anything but wait.Â
Riki checks on you one last time before diving down, springing himself back up with another web. The damage from the blasts is recognizable even from far away, and yet, he notices the reflective shine of a metal arm on the edge of the building before Spark lets go.Â
To Riki, Spark is dead after dropping from a fall having taken that much damage, but he hears no impact. Making haste, the boy fails to find any figure no matter how hard he looks, but Sparkâs laboratory has to be here somewhere. The badge from a week ago was stuck on Rikiâs mind, and he could only imagine the reasons why he pursued this life. Was he recreating something? If he needs to power some sort of machine, then the heart of the city is a perfect place to harness the electricity for any large scale project. As much as he wants to dedicate the rest of the night to searching the city for some sort of clue, the fact that youâre still stranded on that rooftop after having just experienced a life-changing event blares like an alarm in his mind.Â
He quickly leaves, returning to where youâre seated.
Without the fear of falling to your death from earlier, you were able to focus on undoing the knots from the rope. Red scratch marks and irritation bloom on your wrist, and the reality of it all happening still hasnât settled in. Despite not being harmed once, the fear and incessant pounding of your heart overwhelms your senses, and it leaves you heaving with confusion.Â
A pair of footsteps only become apparent as Riki walks closer, taking a seat beside you and letting out a large sigh. He stares at the stars silently as if he doesnât have a cut on his cheek and bruises waiting to paint his skin purpleâas if he isnât hiding his true self under a facade.Â
âYouâre not hurt, are you?â You shake your head, grateful that Spider-Man was the reason you got away without a real injury.
âThank you, really, for saving me. I donât know how you manage to do it.âÂ
Riki chuckles under the mask. âEh, you get used to it,â you hear Spider-Man say. âYou fight a couple bad guys, get over a fear of heights and eventually you get the hang of things.âÂ
Scoffing, you gently rub at your wrists to ease the redness. âEasy for you to say. I havenât been taught a crash course on how to avoid being supervillain bait just yet.âÂ
âMaybe you should learn it sometime,â Riki responds absentmindedly, âsomeone like you shouldnât have been out so late doing whatever it couldâve been.âÂ
Sighing, your mind drifts off to think about the balloons and streamers that are not in your hand. âI had stuff for my upcoming events.âÂ
He knew about all of it when youâd explain your cryptic reminders and notes on your computer, but he still feigns curiosity. âWhat upcoming events?âÂ
âJust prom,â and he hears just how strained it makes you.Â
Riki tilts his head in faux confusion. âWhat do you have to do for prom?âÂ
He notices how you immediately slump, as if the mere mention of prom deflates your happiness. âItâs only a few weeks away, and I was supposed to get decorations for our venue yesterday. I just wanted to slip out before my parents noticed.âÂ
Despite the fabric over his eyes, Rikiâs expression shifts from surprise to pity when he understands your stakes. âYou still need to be careful. Is your student council strict?âÂ
âNot strict necessarily, but judgementalâI ran for the position because I thought I could help my school raise funds and find more opportunities, but it just feels like no one truly wants to try anything new.â You wave it off as if itâs not that important, as if it isnât the reason why you find yourself stressed so often. âI just donât want to disappoint or give people something to talk about.âÂ
Despite not being involved with school the same way you are, the boy next to you resonates with the fear you currently face. The fear of letting people down was a large part of why Riki continued to put on that mask and step into the most dangerous situation of his life; he never wanted to sit down to hear the news that Spider-Man quit.Â
So he keeps doing his job, even if some days are harder and some fights arenât worth winningâjust like what you do.Â
âYeah, I get that,â he tries to console, âYou must be doing a lot for everyone around you, and Iâm sure a lot of people appreciate what youâve done. Donât beat yourself up too much, yeah? Youâll always have me.â He smiles, but he knows you donât see it. Youâre looking at the stars, trying to calm your mind and return to your life before everything happened.Â
You glance over at Spider-Man, wondering if heâll truly be around for you when you need it. âIf I need to talk to you, should I step out of my house past 8PM again?âÂ
Riki chuckles, watching clouds slowly dim the moonâs glow in their path. âIf Iâm not fighting crime, Iâll show up at a momentâs notice.âÂ
Thereâs no way he means it, but you grin, feeling a lot of the pressure and stress of earlier slowly wash away. After all, nothing happened to youâSpider-Man made sure of it. Maybe things really were going to be okay.Â
âLetâs get you home, yeah? Donât you have stuff to do anyways?âÂ
You shrug, nothing really coming to mind. As you get up, you remember having to run a plagiarism check on your work, and how Riki told you to text him when you got home after your student government meeting.Â
Riki. Spark. Spider-Man.Â
âWait,â you tell Spider-Man, sitting back down on the cement, âI need to talk to you about something else, too.âÂ
âItâs not like my dinnerâs getting cold,â the superhero mumbles quiet enough that you canât hear.Â
âThereâs this guy,â you start, paying no mind to how dirty your clothes are getting when you cross your legs.Â
Spider-Man scoffs, looking off into the distance, and it makes you believe he has to be your age or older. âYou have a crush on him, or something?â And a whole tidal wave of deja vu hits you in the chest.Â
âHe must be badly hurtâ isnât just something people say. People donât just draw insanely detailed drawings of Sparkâs arm and machines without notes to follow unless they knew. People wouldn't just randomly miss school without any impending signs. Youâre sure of itâthe tired naps in class, the random drawings of superheroes and superhumans alike, or how awkward he could actâit all makes sense.
Your classmate, aka Nishimura Riki, aka the guy who youâve questioned if you had a crush on for the past few days, might be a villain.Â
The swirling feeling of trepidation in your stomach leaves three words running around your head.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
Although you tried so hard to stop thinking about it, Jakeâs comment from before rubbed you the wrong way. It was sometime last week where you couldn't get your mind off of the implications of his words, but that feeling was brushed underneath your responsibilities.Â
Until now.Â
âYeah, thereâs this guy,â you breathe, feeling your chest constrict, âNishimura Riki. I think heâs Spark.âÂ
His blood runs cold.Â
âYou think thisâŚwhy?âÂ
You take a deep breath, trying to organize all your thoughts. âWell, first, it was his friend, Jake. He said that Riki was badly hurt, and I was really confused at first, but tried to let it go.âÂ
Riki was going to strangle his best friend.Â
âAnd then, I was looking at him in class, right? And keep in mind, heâs pretty cute, and we sit next to each other, so I just noticed how good his hair looked that day, but his notebook was out, and I saw all these drawings of Spark. Like, the arms, the metal things, even the projectiles! Who would know the ins and outs of that thing if it wasnât Spark himself?â
He didnât know what to think about first; the fact that you gushed about him for the first time, or if he should even tell you that Spider-Man would know those things, too.Â
âAnd sometimes, I notice heâs a little awkward around me. I canât explain it. Itâs like heâs paying attention to me. That mustâve been why he captured me.â He wants to laugh at how damn close you are to figuring it out, but in reality, nothing is funny about the situation.Â
Nishimura Riki is actually listening to this, right now, as Spider-Manânot Spark. The awkwardness, though? It was his crush on you, and was not superhuman related in the slightest. Â
âI donât know,â he attempts to divert, pretending to focus, âI saw a badge for FLiGHT. You know the company thatâs been making time traveling machines? I saw a glimpse of his name and face. Itâs not that guy you mentioned.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow. âAnd you havenât gotten him caught?âÂ
âVillains arenât easy to find, yâknow. Itâs not like playground hide and seek,â Riki defends, crossing his arms.Â
You shrink in your spot, feeling sheepish for questioning a superhero so bluntly.Â
âPlus,â he continues, âSpark has never had a hostage. Wouldnât it be pretty mean of that friend of yours to kidnap a girl from his class?âÂ
âYeahâthat makes sense. Thank god,â you breathe, closing your eyes momentarily. âThen what do you suspect all that evidence leads to? Maybe heâs a secret agent?âÂ
âI think,â Riki continues to keep up his clueless facade, âYour friend might just be clumsy. Or creative. I mean, maybe he went through a break-up?â Nice one, Riki.Â
You shake your head. âNo, thereâs no way he has a girlfriend. Youâd think I like guys who are taken?â Scoffing lightly, you then remembered that Spider-Man really would have no idea who any of you are.Â
He shrugs and stands up stretching before motioning for you to follow him. âI have no idea what you high school kids do. Come on, letâs get you home.âÂ
As you hug him tight, the cold air whips around your body and leaves goosebumps in their wake. You barely open your eyes from the fear of seeing yourself inches from hitting a building or up in the air. Spider-Man only yells his confirmation after asking how to get you home, finally placing you on the ground outside of your large gate.Â
âThank you for saving me tonight.â
âAnytime. Figure things out with that friend of yours, and donât go out late, okay?â You nod and take his words to heart.Â
âGoodnight, Spiderman.âÂ
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Nishimura might die. One, because he has this horrible guilty feeling in his stomach, and two, because of a villain.Â
Yesterday, he ignored the salmon and rice bowl that waited for him back at home, choosing to follow the coordinates he saved on his phone after he took you home. It led him to a seemingly harmless auto-shop, with an arrow on his GPS pointing to a garage that was shut down completely with nails and blocked with boxes. The exterior pointed to it being abandoned, but Riki suddenly saw some light coming from a makeshift above.
The boy scaled the wall as quietly as possible, glancing into the source of the whirring. He caught small glimpses of somethingâmetal, glowing, blue.Â
Or at least, for a few seconds it was on until the power went out.Â
The voice that complained from inside the room sounded identical to the man Riki fought. Spark grumbled, turning on a flashlight and quickly waving it around. Riki ducked from the window and held his breath, waiting for the man to suspect something.Â
Nothing.Â
One lightbulb slowly flickered back on, and then the other dingy light followed. The space was cramped with the metal equipment in the middle, resembling what Riki had seen in the news.Â
He was rightâit was the same time travel portal that was ruined from a few months ago.Â
Spider-Man continued to observe the man as he worked and drilled, plugging certain wires or pausing momentarily to read from a journal. To anyone, itâd seem peaceful, like some sort of renovation project. But in reality, it was so much more than that.Â
Riki searched for any sort of information about the machine, trying to see what exactly was left to do until his gaze landed on something.Â
There was some sort of date on a bright pink sticky-note, and Rikiâs eyes widened when he finally comprehends it.Â
The machine was scheduled to be completed tomorrow.Â
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A street lamp next to Riki dies outâwhich was a clear sign that something was powering up. From the dark, he hears the metal from the same place as last night moving again, and he knows that Spark has left. His presence sends anyone down the street and immediately running, leaving the area for only them two.Â
Riki finally sees the completed metal build. Half of his body is wrapped in or replaced with metal parts as he sets down the metal portal, beginning to push it in the direction of the power plant.Â
A truck or car would make things much easier, but whatever.
Riki wants to cry from fear and run away. He wants to leave and pretend he never saw anything from last night.Â
Heâs going to die fighting Spark and he will quite literally a) never finish highschool and get that stupid diploma, b) finish explaining how Gatsby is not a good person and is naturally selfish, and c) heâs never going to tell you how heâs had a small crush on you ever since he saw your cute campaign video as to why you should vote y/n l/n for student body treasurer last spring.Â
âYou sure that thing works?â Riki asks, jumping into action as he sends webs to immobilize the machine.Â
âYouâre annoying, you know that?â Spark sends a projectile in the superheroâs direction, hitting the wall behind him instead as Riki jumps out of the way.
With another duck mid-air and the roof of a flying car dangerously close to his nose, Riki thanks the dance practice he does for his flexibility as he shoots another web and swings away.Â
Spark is uncontrollable by now, sucking the light from street lamps and fizzing wires in his wake. He has no idea how heâs supposed to get in contact with the villain like before. The body of his suit fizzes with bright electricity that sizzles and pops. It illuminates Sparkâs figure, making him easy to spot, but not so easy to defeat. Itâs an overload of power, causing the voltage to escape between the joints and gaps of the metal pieces in his suit. And Riki can feel it; the air is heightened and so are the stakes of this fightâand with how the man that stands in front of him looks upgraded and menacing, he knows only one person can make it out of this fight alive.Â
âYou injected the cityâs âGas and Electricâ into your system or what?â Riki calls out, making light of the situation. If heâs being honest with himself, heâs scared out of his wits seeing the six foot figure with blue and white shooting from every crack, looking like a nightmare to touch.
Riki avoids a few more angrily thrown objects, using the momentum of his jump from the side of the building to zip from the top of a yellow fire hydrant to go from one side of the street to the other. âYouâre slow!â He taunts, tucking in his legs to avoid a shot of electricity directed at him.Â
The screech of metal from the nearby hydrant can be heard as the top flings off, making Riki lose his anchor/ Before he can process it, instead of smoothly landing on the building, he crashes into it faster than expected, groaning when his back makes contact with the glass and he tumbles into the living room of someoneâs apartment.Â
âFuck,â he curses, fighting his aching limbs to get up once more.Â
And the solution hits him. Literally.Â
When he steps out and quickly attaches a web to the top of the building, heâs met on the way up with a splash of water from the hydrant to his face, and Riki splutters as he wipes his mask, regaining focus as he lands on the concrete and hides behind the ledge.Â
Water. If he can get it in contact with Spark and pour enough water on the right spot, the excess of electricity blazing from his mechanical body should work against him.Â
âToo scared? You should know better than to run away.â The superhero rolls his eyes, crawling away silently to avoid being seen by Spark. Riki does his best to look around for something, and finds a black flower pot in the corner, using a web to grab it before he scales the side of the building and runs away while Spark is distracted as the villain also climbs the wall to face him there. But when Spark climbs the ledge and scans the premise, Riki is nowhere to be seen.Â
Instead, Riki swings across the street and fills the pot with water, heaving the extra weight as he shouts out from the sudden pain in his side. He stumbles on the pavement, crying out from the injury as the pot falls with his whole plan.Â
Maybe this is where Spider-Man dies.Â
He sucks in a deep breath before rolling from his back onto his knees, ignoring the wound to pick up the flower pot. The hydrant still shoots out water, and the superhero rushes towards it, causing Spark to follow. He narrowly avoids another shot from behind him, reaching the yellow hydrant before dropping the pot on the ground. Spark is thÂ
While Spark has always been intelligent, Riki could tell that the man didnât fear the water, believing heâd be invincible to the elements now that his suit was perfected. There was something off, Riki could tell, and he would make sure to use it to his advantage. Spark was uncontrolled, and his powers drastically decreased the more he used them. Thereâs no way his body isnât in overdrive with how recklessly heâs been letting himself get hurt.Â
Riki uses a web to get himself on higher ground instead of fighting, waiting for the supervillain to follow. If he could get Spark off the edge and fall into the growing puddle of water, it should slow him down.Â
Spark scoffs. âRun away, then. Like you always have.â Riki hears the wall crumbling under the villain as he climbs within seconds, immediately preparing to fight when he makes it onto the rooftop. But Spider-Man was also prepared, jumping from his crouched hiding position and attempting to catch Spark off guard.Â
All he can focus on now is pushing him off. Thereâs no way itâd be easy, considering he had to focus on his touching any of the electricity off of his suit. Riki delivers a kick to Spark in the ribcage near his heart, where heâs fused metal into flesh. The villain coughs before taking a step back, his metal arm reaching for Rikiâs outstretched leg. He grabs it, twisting with anger before the boy meets the ground in a violent throw. Not only is the slam greater because of the enhanced strength, but the power seeps into Rikiâs skin, leaving it hot from the energy radiating off of his palm.Â
The boy groans, flipping to his side to avoid a fatal hit to the chest. He reaches for Sparkâs normal arm, swinging the villainâs body away with as force as he could to create distance between them.Â
Riki has been in enough fights to simply know when to run, even if he doesnât know whatâs coming. He could feel the tingle of the charge as it powered up, and with its energy so unrestrained and its user so unstable, the large attempt to hit Riki sends the villain stumbling back from the force. The more Spark uses his powers, the more likely heâs going to end up dead.Â
âYour skin can handle that anymore!â he shouts, getting ready to swing himself closer as a plan manifests itself in his head. âYouâll die like this!âÂ
Spark seems to know that too as he wipes his mouth and recovers from Rikiâs attacks.Â
âYou think I care?â He shouts, desperately pressing his wounds to stop the bleeding. âYou think I have anything else for myself?â The vulnerability of his character shines through as he clutches his bleeding wound without regenerative powers to help. âYou think I didnât know that when I did it to myself--what they did to me?âÂ
Riki doesnât respond, grimacing as he continues hand-to-hand combat. Although he takes a solid punch to his jaw thatâs forming a deep purple bruise, he manages to trip Spark onto the ground.
The man stumbles back from the head injury, the pounding from earlier not letting him to think straight. Riki doesnât try to injure him anymore, but he instead blocks an incoming punch and tries to force Spark towards the edge.Â
The villain barely notices how much space there is left, and the boy lunges with full force. They tackle each other into the ground, and Riki gets off after apprehending him once more.Â
The city's a mess, and Spider-Manâs eyes want to shut down so badly, but he takes a few steps in Sparkâs direction, pushing him off the side of the building as quickly as he can. Riki hears the thud before he peeks over the edge, seeing the water erode all of the engineering from the machinery. He slowly descends from the rooftop.Â
âYou were in the accident, huh?â Riki shouts on top of the plethora of sounds. Pain, buzzing electricity, splashes of water as he lands next to Spark; it all echoes in his ears as he pours the water from the pot on Sparkâs body. âWhy did you try it? Why did you want to go back so bad?â
âIf I could go back,â Spark coughs, trying to get away from the large pool of water, âI couldâve prevented the accident from taking the lives of the people around me. I couldâve saved them.âÂ
Spider-Man understands loss, and he understands the regret that comes with failure. He understands how the man in front of him feels after having everything taken away from him, but his emotions could never justify his actions.Â
âYou know you canât change things,â Riki responds, âYou tried your best, Spark.â Itâs the last thing Riki tells the villain before his body slumps and police sirens grow louder and louder. Itâs the last thing that he continues to think about, even if the medic quickly assesses the severity of his wounds.Â
âIâm fine- really,â he pushes away the hands of a concerned woman as she holds a roll of bandages. âThereâs something else I need to do.âÂ
Riki knew he had to tell you about thisâhe couldnât just let you confide in him about..well, him, without your knowledge. And Riki wasnât morally perfect, but he knew an explanation would be the only way to fix things.
Your house looks different when jumping over the fence instead of standing in front of it. When he realizes he has no idea what room belongs to you, he racks his brain, suddenly remembering how yours was the only one with a gray balcony over the pool. And so he climbs, slipping from the exhaustion creeping into his body.Â
Youâll understand after he explains everything, right?Â
â____, a little help?â And what the fuck is Nishmura Riki doing outside of your door? You go to investigate the muffled sound, inching towards the curtains and pulling them back to expect him there. When you hear a half yelp and a hissing sound that follows right after, without a person anywhere in sight, your heart drops to its stomach.Â
Do not say itâs true.Â
âRiki, where the fuck are you?â you ask, traversing out when you donât see him anywhere across the glass.Â
âDown here.â You run in the direction of the voice, and your eyes grow comically large and you gasp, staring down at the sight before you.Â
âHoly shit.âÂ
There Nishimura Riki is, with his mask half burned off his face and his blonde and black hair messy and matted to his forehead with sweat. The suit is ripped in multiple locations with gashes and purple replacing the healthy skin underneath. His face is in more of a grimace, as he holds onto the web with both hands and one foot planted on the stone of your balconyâread; the bottom of your balcony.Â
âA little help?â And you see his sheepish emotion through the tattered fabric, embarrassed after you had to find him in such a compromising situation. âIâm a little worn out and I think my webs are getting weaker.â
Youâre a little frustrated with him for being out so publicly, but more scared and worried for his condition. Your gaze narrows on the mask, tattered and covered with scratches, but clearly visible. It was Spider-Manâs mask. The material gives way to a familiar face, and your mind almost blocks you from putting the pieces together. Itâs impossible, almost horrifying to think of the implications of what it means to wear the blue and red suit.Â
Instead of being the villain, Riki is, in fact, the savior.
The harsh truth is that your classmate, who you spent the last month working on a project with and suspected was a villain, is the same superhero that went out and risked his life every night fighting crime. Itâs jarring to see him like this, breathing heavy and straining against the stone of the balcony, and his cough snaps you out of it. âWhat the fuck do I do?âÂ
Riki tries to put his hand up in surrender and shuts his eyes at your harsh tone. âOkay, okay, I get-â and he cuts himself off with a yelp as his footing slips.Â
He holds out his hand, and you immediately bend over the smooth railing to grab it, leaning back on the heels of your feet to help him up the most that you can. Youâre filled with confusion when the boy hobbles over the cool surface of the balcony and lets his head rest on the stone, not saying much as he catches his breath. You watch the rise and fall of his chest and how his right arm goes to nurse the left side of his ribcage, wincing and sucking in a pained breath as he assesses the smear of red on his fingers.Â
Sitting there with your mouth agape, youâre not really sure what to think about first; to check if RIkiâs alright, to think about how your cityâs greatest superhero is your English project partner, to yell at him for going to your house instead of his house to fix himself up, or to think about how good his side profile looks in the moonlight. Maybe you shouldâve just been relieved that the boy you started to like wasnât a fear-inducing villain.
âOkay, first of all, we need to have a huge talk. But Iâm not a medic Riki- Iâm going into accounting for fuckâs sake.â He hears the amount of curses flying from your lips as you ramble, and sees how stressed you look watching him sit against your railing.Â
âI donât know how to help you. And also,â you lower your voice and scoot closer, looking around at the large property to really make sure no oneâs listening. âyouâre Spider-Man?âÂ
The information all hitting you at once is worse than when your history teacher told you your essay was horrible. At least then, in her office, you could process everything. But here? Youâre about to faint.Â
âIâm pretty cool, huh?â And of course Nishimura Riki says such a thing, taking deep breaths as he shallowly presses on the blossoming bruises on his skin and wipes the sweat from his brow.Â
âPretty fucking stupid is what it is, Riki.â You cross your arms and try to take a look at where heâs been hurt, hoping that at least he has some sort of regeneration ability that helps him heal much quickerâbecause thereâs no way he could deal with all of this on top of school.Â
âI have my reasons,â he says, his voice quiet.Â
You pause. âFor being Spider-Man?âÂ
âNo,â he shakes his head. âFor coming here.â
âWhat could possibly make you want to come over to my house instead of the nearest hospital? Whatâs that important to you?â
âI really want to ask you to prom.âÂ
You simply stare at him, surprised.Â
âYou came to my house, even though youâre like, a punch away from passing out, to ask me out? And you couldnât have, I donât know, asked me anytime during the classes we have together?â
Riki somehow finds it in himself to frown and shrink from your angry piercing gaze. âI canât because talking to you makes me nervousâso yeah, Iâm sorry Iâm half conscious on your balcony in my suit instead of at your door with a poster.âÂ
Youâre conflicted, your mind still reeling from the recent discovery and your flood of emotions. Ever since you questioned his identity on top of your feelings for him, you had a hard time really knowing if you could like Riki if he turned out to be a villain, so to know that he proved both of your theories wrong leaves you quiet as you think. If possible, the color in the boyâs face drains even more when you go back inside, but the door stays open, and he thinks he hasnât ruined things after all. You emerge with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a bowl of warm water, and a pristine white towel.Â
âIâm not mad about that, you idiot,â you reprimand him, setting everything down as you examine the cuts on his face. You squeeze the towel and start to dab at his skin, avoiding the cuts as you clean it. âWho does this for you if not me?âÂ
âJake.âÂ
âSeems like a pretty good friend.â Riki nods in response.Â
 âIâm sorry,â he sighs, sitting up to properly address you, even if you werenât able to meet his gaze.Â
âFor what?â
âFor putting this on youâall of it. Not just the whole Spider-Man thing.â He knew heâd have to tell you at some point, or else itâd eat him up inside to know he kept all of it from you.Â
âLook at you, saving me mid-air and talking to me as if you didnât know who I was.â
You notice a flash of regret through his wince as you clean up a cut with antiseptic. âI meant it when I told you I knew what it was like to have a lot of pressure.â
âGuess I wasnât so far off, then. If we never talked, would you have told me?â Riki shakes his head, and the simple motion leaves you somehow disappointed.Â
âHow do you ever tell anyone youâreâŚyâknow, Spider-Man?â Even if itâs a hypothetical, you shrug, not being able to answer.
âHowâd Jake find out?âÂ
Riki chuckles and hisses at the same time before trying to remember. âI think I just kicked his window in after a nasty poison got hold of me. He was a little too excited to have Spider-Man on his bedroom floor, and less excited to know it was me. Iâm not really supposed to tell anyone, though.â
âThen whyâd you tell me? You couldâve just gone back to your friends.âÂ
âI felt guiltyâI know, I know, it sounds stupid. Iâd definitely get my identity revealed at this rate.â You shake your head.Â
âNot stupid. Keep going.âÂ
âI didnât care that you suspected me, or if anyone else did, because I knew it was never true. But I felt so bad knowing you were sharing to me how you felt without even knowing it was me who was listeningâlike I was holding something from you.âÂ
You admire his honesty, and when you look at his furrowed brows and his lip that heâs been gnawing from worry, you canât even imagine what heâs had to hide and do for this. In a way, you look up to him more, for trying his best even if heâs gotten all odds stacked against him. Rikiâs commendable in your eyesâhe always had been, ever since you woke him up in class.Â
âI like those things about you, Riki. That youâre honest with yourself and the people around you as much as you can be, and you try to help others when you can. Iâm glad we got to know each other more this past month.â Talking to him feels different than talking to Spider-Man from a few days ago; it feels raw, like youâre not just confessing something to a brick wall anymore. If none of this ever happened, you doubt youâd get the chance to tell Riki any of this properly.Â
The boy stays silent, taking deep breaths while processing what youâve told him. âIâm glad I could help you out.âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows. âI hope you know I donât like you because you help me out. I like you because youâre attractive, and because youâre genuine,â you blurt.Â
Riki laughs despite his ribcage hurting everytime he does so. Riki nods and mumbles a âthank you,â also glad to truly get to know you. While his crush was more of an infatuation with your hard work and amiability, the past few weeks really opened his eyes to who you were. You never wanted to disappoint, and even if your recklessness left you in some dire situations, Riki could see how much effort you really put into things.Â
There wasnât anything else he needed to tell youâyou were smart enough to see how much he cared about you.   Â
Youâre so close, your lips glossy with lip balm as you watch him carefully. You hear and see it all; the heavy, labored breathing from his body healing itself rapidly, and the way his hand is full of rough cuts and calluses as his fingers intertwine with yours. But your eyes catch a glimpse of his mask tossed to the side, the blue shining in the corner of your eyes as youâre reminded of who he is right now, and what role you play. You are still ____ ____, but heâs a superhero.
It makes you momentarily forget whose suit you're peeling away, whose skin you're cleaning. It reminds you that heâs just the boy in your English class that you fell for. âWhat does that make us?â
âProm-goers,â he answers with a slight nod.Â
You smile, wiping a cut before placing the towel back into the bowl for the last time and getting up. âWe can be prom-goers, yeah.âÂ
Youâre not sure if youâre ready for anything, and youâre thankful that he understands that, too. As much as it warmed your heart to see him again and hear his confessions, the blaring truth still hangs over your head. You grab his mask, finally looking at him before handing it back and grabbing your things. His secret identity wasnât something you could just ignore.Â
âGo home, Spider-Man,â you turn your back on him, and time slows when you falter before sparing him one more look. âI want you as Riki, not like this.âÂ
MAYBE NISHIMURA RIKI DOESN'T NEED TO DIEâOR ALMOST DIEâANYMORE.Â
He went home that night with his scars somewhat cleaned and his bruises miraculous healing on their own, and even if slipping through the window left him clutching his side in pain, Riki silently jumped up to celebrate his multiple victories before slipping out of his suit and finally getting some rest.Â
Rikiâs scared of how heâs affected your relationship. Heâs worried youâll avoid him in the halls, and heâs worried youâd never want to see him again after putting you through all of it. As much as he'd understand how upset you'd be towards him, he hopes he did the right thing by telling you.
But you see him on your way to English, and you call his name. His eyes search for yours in the crowds, and you two see each other before you crush him in a hug.Â
Riki isnât sure how to feel at first, but eventually wraps his arms around you as relief settles in his stomach.Â
âThank you for saving me, Spider-Man,â you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear.Â
He smiles at you, ruffling your hair as you go to English together. âAnytime, ____.âÂ
NEVERMIND, NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE WHEN HE SEES YOU IN YOUR RED PROM DRESS.
But first, he has to try something out.Â
He curses to himself when silently zipping from a tree outside your family property to the top of your house, staring past the ledge two and luxurious stories to your well decorated porch light and door. He just prays that Google Maps is right about how secluded the area is, so no one can see him pacing around your rooftop, with flowers elegantly wrapped in his hand (courtesy of your motherâs sleek envelope from a few days ago).Â
âFuck it,â he says to himself, shooting a web and dangling himself down. Rikiâs upside down figure watches swirled window frames and meticulously designed accents as he descends, and he wonders what kind of shady business your parents couldâve done to afford something so grand.Â
He faces your doorâhanging down instead of rightside up, but heâs still here on time like he promised.Â
The door opens at 6:00PM like he instructed you to, but what he didnât tell you what to do was shriek and slam the door. On his nose. With a loud yelp, Riki clutches his nose, rubbing the spot you hit and trying to apply pressure to alleviate the pain.Â
When the door slowly creaks open again, you face with the image of Nishimura Riki, aka your boyfriend, aka your English partner, aka Spider-Man, curled upside down in the fetal position as he cradles the sore spot on his face and swings slightly from the breeze.Â
âYou scared me, dumbass! How was I supposed to know it was you? It was so hard to see!âÂ
Although muffled, Rikiâs able to mumble, âYou have a porch light for this reason, _____,â and a jab at his stomach from you follows his sarcastic remark. Finally, his nose feels better, and he straightens out to finally look at you.Â
Pretty, pretty, pretty, and the boy wonders how you look even more stunning with a glittering red dress and perfectly done make-up. âI like the red,â he says, trying not to freak out over your beauty. âReminds me of a certain neighborhood superhero.âÂ
âI have some blue spider earrings to match.â With a beautiful smile, you turn to show him the little accent, and it melts his heart. âAre you okay, though?â
âIâm fine. I shouldâve probably put more thought into that.âÂ
You snicker, sliding into your heels and closing the door behind you.Â
âOne of us is better at romantic gestures, it seems.â It warrants a scoff, and Riki brings a gloved hand to poke at your forehead teasingly.
âLet me have a do-over, then?â And the way your lips curl up into a bright smile leaves him quiet and in awe.Â
âWhat, were you going to kiss me? Very original, Spider-Man.â With the way the fabric shifts over his features, you can tell heâs pouting.Â
âI thought girls liked this.âÂ
You shrug, pretending you arenât swept off his feet by the effort heâs put in. Taking a step in his direction, your hands reach up to gently pull the mask over his chin, ears, and then his nose.Â
Whispering quietly, you ask, âYouâve kissed other girls upside down?âÂ
Rikiâs quick to shake his head. âYouâre the only girl Iâd withstand a head rush for.â And god, you just canât stop yourself from grinning at his sweet, genuine words.
You lean in, placing a small kiss on his nose as a silent apology. Then, you close your eyes and lean into him once more, feeling his hands carefully holding the side of your head and his lips on yours. Your kiss with Riki is saccharine and slow, making you pull away when the urge to beam at him is too much. Your cheeks definitely hurt by how romantic heâs being, and you canât resist kissing him once more.
âIâm not gonna lie,â he starts, finally letting himself down, âIt feels weird.âÂ
âYou ruined the moment.â And he really didnât, but you enjoy his subtle reactions to your light digs at him.Â
âWhatever.â Riki laughs. âStay here, Iâll be right back.âÂ
You nod, sitting down on the porch and dragging a manicured nail over your lips with the ghost of his affections, thinking about how you literally just kissed Spider-Man.Â
Riki comes back, dusting off his suit and smoothing out the wrinkles, with a large bouquet of red roses and one blue one snuck in there. Your lips stretch into a grin and you accept the bouquet, keeping a mental note to read the card in there.
âYou never cease to amaze me, Riki.â Itâs the last thing you mutter to the air before you loop your arms around his neck, urging him to lean down as you kiss him once moreâthis time rightside up, but still as sickly saccharine as the one before it. Your heart is fuzzy with fondness and your eyes glitter with adoration.Â
âSo, which kiss was better?â he asks when you pull away, a little breathless and dizzy.
You swat his arm and walk past the gates, seeing the sleek limo waiting by the curb. âI donât know, Spider-Man. Maybe show up in your suit and weâll try it again.âÂ
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RIKI FIC DONE!!!! ngl y/n u were right there how did u not know riki was spiderman but whatever idc she's a hard worker not smart LMFOAOAO. my first ever action fic so i hope you enjoy! also i hate the âoh he pined after her for 4 years she liked him for 2 monthsâ bs because I WAS IN IT. and it sucks so i tried to deviate from it :)
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the ''ick's'' seventeen would give
seungcheol: would act tough in front of his friends, and with you would be talking like; pweaseee/otay/i wuv u so much 𼺠likeâshutthefuckup
jeonghan: stole your lip gloss. yep, dead serious. you look over, and heâs pulling out your cherry gloss, pouting at himself in his phone camera to check it. then he has the audacity to judge you if itâs not his color. like, âbabe, donât you think this is a bit bright?â
joshua: man has this cringe little habit of saying âno capâ at the worst times, and heâs always wrong. burnt his toast? âno cap, that was the toasterâs fault.â got pulled over? âno cap, that copâs jealous of my car.â youâre in a horror movie, and this dude would whisper, âno cap, i think we should split up.â
junhui: starts telling a hilarious story about his day but accidentally mixes it up with a story he already told you last week. heâs all âwait, have i told you this before?â
hoshi: eats with so much sound. slurping, groaning, making it a whole event. like, eating ramen? nah, heâs performing ramen, making eye contact, giving each bite a sound effect. and itâs so bad youâre rethinking why you even suggested dinner. you can hear every noodle hitting his mouth. done.
woozi: texts you âwydâ every fifteen minutes. like youâre just supposed to be sitting around waiting for his updates on what youâre doing, right? heâs the kind of guy whoâll FaceTime you just to check if youâre having too much fun without him. and the way he says âwyd?â â every. time.
wonwoo: heâs got a pet name for his gaming console. this boy will sit there, caressing his controller and calling it âbabyâ while yelling at his avatar. itâs all fun and games until he actually ignores you mid-sentence to mutter sweet nothings to his PS5.
minghao: changes his accent mid-sentence to be "fancy." like, youâre talking normal, but suddenly heâs doing his best British impression for no damn reason. âoh, quite right, love, terribly splendid.â and itâs out of nowhere, totally unprompted, with a smirk like he just did something magical. youâre cringing so hard youâre practically folding into yourself.
mingyu: heâll be all smooth one minute, but then he gets real comfortable and lets out the loudest, most unholy fart youâve ever heard, like it was a fart held since WW2.
seokmin: pulls out a super old toy heâs kept since childhood and starts playing with it, getting all emotional about âthe good olâ days.â like, bro, youâre a grown-ass man, and youâre here with a plastic dinosaur, talking about how it âused to roar.â
seungkwan: catches a whiff of something weird in the room and just straight-up sniffs his armpits. he does it casually, like itâs no big deal, then he looks at you dead seriously.
vernon: goes way too hard on his âcool guyâ vibes. constantly pulling his hat down low, trying to act all mysterious, but heâs accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom twice just trying to âlook chillâ or, walking in the room with his backpack wide open (we have proofs). he does this squinting thing like heâs in a music video, but itâs just⌠nope.
chan: calls himself âalpha.â no, seriously, heâll be like, âas the alpha, i need to handle this.â and heâs referring to something like taking out the trash. leaving you jaw dropped, wondering why heâs talking like a lost wolf.
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Sunderedâş : CATHARSIS
Big thanks to @mikeyslvrr for commissioning this piece! âĄ
Pairing: Gojo x reader
⢠SUNDERED MASTERLIST
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader
word count: 5.6k
a/n: Only the kitchen conversation can be considered a part of the main series.
Have your pieces been carried by the waves, swept away from this city that whispers his name everywhere you go?
Satoru woke up from a hard smack on his shoulder. âWhat is wrong with you? You kept grunting in your sleep.â You walked away, fixing your belt. âYouâre leaving?â He muttered, heart still racing as he ran a hand down his face, thinking of his dream where you got mad at him and left with Yui.
Satoru's pretty sure that if he died today, he would get seven minutes of all the moments he had hurt you, not seven minutes of happy moments. Sometimes all the wrong things he did would catch up to him and haunt him in his sleep; where he can almost physically feel the pain he caused emitting from your skin because he chose to be a better man for someone else.Â
âUh, yes. Isnât that why you volunteered to babysit? He watched you reapply your lipstick. Satoru found himself licking his lips, spacing out. âOh yeah,â He sighed, realizing that he just fell asleep after snack time with Yui. He overheard you asking your Mom to babysit Yui while you go out and he volunteered.
Youâre going out. On a date. At night. With a guy.
He blinked fast like it could wipe away his heart-wrenching thoughts. Itâs just a date, he told himself, reminding himself of his place in your life and how he doesnât have the right to beâŚterritorial and possessive over you.Â
âI, uh, haha, âhad a really deep napââ He scratched his head. There were a lot of things going on inside his head but hugging you was the hardest to control. If he begged you not to go, would you listen? But he promised to support your happiness.Â
Satoru and you have been having a very healthy co-parenting relationship, and you're more comfortable around each other now. Although you never mentioned anything about taking him back, he just can't let go of his hope. If he gave up, he feared to end up like his father.Â
Lose the woman he loves, his family, forever. That's his biggest fear. Heâd probably just drop dead without warning if it happens.
âI wonât be out so late.â You rushed to check on your sleeping doll in her room. âHer screen time, Satoru.â You reminded him as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Satoru could only hum in response, mesmerized. He wished he could go out on date nights with you too.
Tapping his shoulder, you left him daydreaming in the middle of aftershocks from a nightmare.
âââââââââââââââ
âYui, do you think Mama still loves Dada?â He asked absentmindedly, juggling a toy in his hand while his daughter was lost in the movie. He didn't think she was listening to him, but she replied with a simple, âNo.â He stared at the side of her face for a minute before sighing, afraid that she might be right.
âMama wuv Yui.â She pointed at her chest, leaving Satoru in awe. âOf course. Dada loves you as well.â He was trying to let go of the weight on his chest but tragically failed when he remembered the words he said to you that fateful day. It was one of the days he regretted the most.Â
That, and the day he chose to give up on your relationship.He can see himself spending his whole life proving his love to you as long as you let him.Â
The wait was agonizing. He feels like his oxygen levels get significantly lower with each passing hour. He paced around the kitchen after lulling his child to sleep. Itâs 9:27 PM and just as he was about to check his phone, the door opened. âOh, itâs been a while since I ate out with a friend alone.â You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. Satoru just stood there nervously.
âW-welcome home. How did yourâŚdate go?â He kind of regrets asking that because it felt like he was intruding, but you smiled, taking your shoes off. âIt was fun, a little breather. Whereâs Yui?â You walked to Yuiâs room and Satoru couldnât help but breathe in as you passed by him.
You smelled ofâŚyour cologne. He let out a sigh of relief. But did he feel relieved? No. Itâs just the first date. There could be a second, third, and fourth date. Then, youâll be together, and GodâŚwhat will become of him?
âDid you go home by yourself?â He followed you. âOf course not. He dropped me off.â Damn it. He shouldâve waited by the window so he could see him. âHe got Yui a little something.â You pulled a little bear keychain from your bag, and Satoru couldnât help the painful contractions in his heart.
That motherfucker prepared. He cursed internally, smiling a little too hard as you showed it to him. âGuess Iâll just give it to her tomorrow.â You both kissed your daughter good night before leaving the room. He felt a splitting headache coming on. He hasnât stopped thinking since this afternoon.
As Satoru left, he took in the small smile on your face as you closed the door. Youâre really happy. Now, heâs curious about this guy. Closing his eyes, he squeezed the steering wheel. It was that feeling with Toji again, and this time itâs worse because he has to witness you slowly fall in love with someone new.
He felt like running back inside and begging you to just let him begin again like that too. But that would be too much of an imposition, especially for someone who almost ruined your perception of love.
What he can only do is go home, suck it up, and sleep.
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The following weeks have been nothing but torture for Satoru. The second time, you went out with a couple of friends but that didnât change anything for him. And now, youâre meeting up again, and despite being told that your mom can do it when itâs not his schedule, he still insisted on babysitting.
Now heâs once again sitting on your couch, elbows on his knees. What would he do if you called him and told him you wonât be home tonight? No, no, he doubts that. Youâre too hands-on with Yui, no way youâll just decide like that. ButâŚWhat if? He shot up from the seat to peek at the window when he saw headlights from outside.
Youâre still inside the car. Images started flashing before his eyes and he could tell he was just a pinch away from bursting out the door to get your attention. Satoruâs hand moved up to his chest in relief when you stepped out. He probably kissed her. His brain whispered and Satoru was forced to gulp the pain.
Heâs gonna have to see it one day and he will have no choice but to look away.
Sitting down when he saw you walk to the door, he rubbed his eyes quickly before pretending to be on his phone. âHi,â You smiled at him, âI got home late.â You sighed, glancing at your wristwatch. âItâs alright, Yui was being so good, she slept early.â He ran a hand through his hair and walked behind you.
Kissing your daughterâs cheeks, you looked up at him. âYou know, I was wondering if itâs fine to take Yui with us to the theme park next time?â You stood up, heading to the kitchen. âI mean, Iâll be there, I just want to tell you since youâre her parent too.â You continued, unaware of the thoughts in his head.
This kitchen.Â
He felt nauseous watching you stand there, leaning on the counter like you did when you had your big fight. He thinks this sensitivity stems from all that has happened to him and your family.
âWhat do you think? You can meet him before we goââ You explained but he just stood there, shaking his head as he licked his lips. âI donât know. I mean, I know you wonât let anything happen to her butâŚâ He inhaled sharply, should he admit that he was jealous? You wait for him to finish talking but he doesnât know what else to say.
âIs heâŚAre you guys getting serious?â He tried to smile genuinely. âAhâŚâ Sighing, he continued, âI guess I was just beingâŚoverprotective. Sure, y-you can take her. I mean, Iâm sure heâs a good guy if heââ Straightening up, you crossed your arms, perplexed. âSatoru, whatâs going on? What are you thinking?â He canât give a reason. He just bit his lip.
âN-nothing.â His eyes feel heavy, he just wants to sleep. He starting to feelâŚdefeated. âI just got a bitâŚI guess protective because aâŚa new person is gonna be around my child but,â He nodded awkwardly, desperate to convince you and hide his feelings, âItâs alright. Youâre with her. Yeah, itâs okay.â He was about to bid goodbye, but your curious eyes froze him in place.Â
âAlright,â A sigh of relief escaped his mouth despite not really feeling relieved. âWhy donât you eat with me? I bought something on our way home. Take it as a thanks for babysitting even when itâs not your schedule.â You joked, getting the plates. As much as Satoru wants to sleep his heartache off, how could he reject the smile on your face?
He canât even remember the last time you ate together. Just the two of you. Looking at you now, he canât help but wonder if this will be the last time too. If you fall for that guy, this could be the last time heâll see this; the glow on your face as you share your thoughts with him. In the midst of it, Satoru canât help but feel sentimental.
âNone of this wouldâve happened if I hadnât done all that shit. I donât know if Iâll ever be able to atone, but Iâll sell my soul just to take a quarter of the pain off your mind.â You paused, processing his words. You remember all the times you felt irked while experiencing something fun, knowing it couldâve been the three of you if it wasnât for what happened.
But youâre teaching yourself to create space for something good by letting go of the bad.
âWhy did you do those things? Did youâŚdid you want to get rid of me so bad back then?â You chuckled bitterly, suddenly feeling vulnerable, but he quickly answered. âNo, Y/N. I never wanted to get rid of you. I was justâŚâ Inhaling deeply, he looked you in the eyes. âI was desperate to run away from the problems I created in our relationship.â
âI thought distancing myself from you might help me move forward, butâŚâ He licked his lower lip, shaking his head.Â
But you canât really create distance when it comes to someone you love, no matter how far apart you physically are.Â
âSeeing Toji was the last straw. I knew I had to do something then, and I felt even dumber for letting it get to that point before listening to myself.â You looked down at the mention of your dear friend.
âI know how much you hate it, butâŚY/N, Iâm sorry. So many things went downhill in your life, and I took part in all of it. I can never do enough to fix it.â His voice weakened with every word. âYou gave me the best thing, too.â You spoke, and his eyes lit up a bit, but not enough to mask his sorrow.Â
You nodded toward your childâs room. âSatoru, itâs hard to just forget. Iâve said this countless times. But for that tiny human,â A small smile played on your lips, âFor that little girl, we have to put things behind us. I donât want her to grow up surrounded by the negative things of the past.â You leaned back in your chair, understanding that at times like this, you have to be positive.Â
Satoru had been through things, too, and you wouldnât invalidate that.
âDid you learn from your mistakes?â You asked him, standing up to grab a bottle of water. âI did, Y/N. I promise. I know itâs not much, but I try, and I will continue trying for you, for Yui.â You only realize now that you hadnât really talked about it so thoroughly. Why? Probably because it scared you. But you can't live in fear forever.
However, the conversation brought you back to when you first saw him and Naomi. You tried hard to stop your emotions from taking over. Your face slowly drops at the memory. You remembered how you trusted his words, and how he went back on them.
âWhy did you decide you didnât want to try with me anymore that time?â Your throat started to constrict. Your chest suddenly felt too cramped up for your beating heart. Perhaps if you chose to spill out your unanswered questions earlier, it wouldnât feel so hard right now.Â
âI was a coward. I was too afraid to face our problems with you, so I thought it was better to cling to the freedom I felt with Naomi.â Stretching his legs out, he glanced at you. You canât help but think that if only you had been open and talked it out before, instead of pushing each other away, things wouldâve been better.
But of course, thereâs always the threat of his beloved mother.
âThen, my mom introduced Naomi to me. She was there, she took care of Yui with me. She didnât pull away from me, even when all I talked about were my problems. She didnât make me feel alone.â He paused. The silence was deafening. You hated that all that you could hear was your heartbeat.
âThat timeâŚit was what I needed. But thatâs definitely not what I wanted.â He looked up at the kitchen light, recollecting the feelings and thoughts he used to have. âI wanted myself to believe that. I made myself believe that Iâm better off without you. For a little while, I did. She gave me a sense of tranquility, something we never had in a while then.â The peace.Â
You didnât think it would still hurt to hear him talk about her like sheâs his savior but you found yourself looking down, sighing. âThe quiet was nice, right?â You felt bitter suddenly. âIs that why it took a whole new guy coming into our lives for you to stand up and get your family?â You looked at him, feeling bad that you were having these thoughts for something gone.Â
You donât like to dwell on things so much but, maybe after all this time you still hate to think that some other girl was at your place.Â
âItâs not quiet when I got you on my mind.â He murmured, your breath hitched. âWeeks after we fought in this kitchen, I couldnât dream of anything else but your face, your voice.â He closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowed like he was in pain. âI couldâve sworn that if I heard your voice calling out my name, I wouldâve given it all up.â You gulped your water, recalling how crushed you felt that time.
âY/NâŚwhy did you pull away from me? I was scared shitless every time youâd say youâd find someone better because I know damn well thereâs a lot.â He laughed unenthusiastically. The breath you took was harsh on your throat. It felt like it was slicing your neck from the inside.Â
âI didnât know how else to protect myself, Satoru.â You sniffed, reminding yourself that this one conversation could change so much between you and Satoru. âI didnât know how else to protect myself from the pain, from your mom.â Something flashed in Satoruâs eyes at the mention of his mother. Heâs hurt but you know that he longs to talk to her. It was still his mother, after all.
âI failed to stand up for you because I was too focused on pleasing my mom. Iâm sorry that I couldnât protect us from her.â Satoru knew that if he only believed in you a little more, the damage in your relationship wouldnât have gotten so big. âI didnât realize that she was already dictating my life to the point where she got me to leave my family without even knowing it.âÂ
Slowly taking your hand in his, he rubbed your skin with his thumb. By how shallow his breathing was, you can tell that this conversation was slowly breaking Satoru into tinier pieces. Holding your hand was probably the only thing that could keep him from falling apart right now, so you let him.Â
Feeling his touch, you wondered if this was how gentle he was to Naomi. You canât help but thinkâŚwhat if heâs way gentler with her? Before you knew it, you were already speaking out your most kept thoughts; the softest, most tortured part of your heart was exposed.
âFor many nights, I stayed up crying, wondering how you could so easily protect Naomi at the expense of my feelings.â You watched as his finger stopped moving on the back of your hand. âI remember wanting to know what she had that made you the man I always wanted you to be.â Tears started to pool in your eyes again, but you refused to look at him.Â
Knowing about what happened to them, you were convinced that Naomi was also a victim of Satoruâs mother. She was a victim of her love towards Satoru, and that love was taken advantage of by Satoruâs mother. But other than that, you canât help but think about how she used to be such a wonder to Satoru that he fell for her so easily.Â
You watched Satoru wordlessly move out of his chair to kneel before you, kissing your hands. His whispered apologies spoke volumes. âYouâre never any less, Y/N. Please, donât think like that.â But you made her feel like that. He wished he could find the right words to say. But he thinks that no amount of apology could erase the scars he painted on your heart.
âI wanted to be better. But I'll forever regret everything I did just to satisfy her even when I knew it was hurting you.â His breaths were shaky, rough. âI wanted to be the man you wanted me to be. And just because I did it for her doesnât mean I didnât want to do it for you. Y/N, more than anyone, I wanted to be better for you first.â He knows that there will never be enough words to comfort your ache. But Satoruâs willing to prove it to you.
âI thought improving myself for her would make me feel better about our broken relationship. I was selfish, Y/N. Iâm sorry.â You quickly wiped your tears away, sighing at how the heavy feeling in your chest seemed to slowly vanish after being uncaged. âDid it? You were going to marry her.â You werenât mocking him at all. But it kills you to think that he loved her enough to want to marry her.
âAt one point, I did. I used to think taking things further with her would pull me farther away from you. But it didnât because if it did, I wouldnât break so easily at the sight of you being with someone else.â Silence follows, and you can only smile and nod. Words alone still feel hard to believe. Thatâs why you've opted for a co-parenting setup with himâfor now, you're letting his actions speak for themselves.
The night stretched on as your questions found answers, regrets were voiced, and what-ifs were shared. The conversation was bittersweet, a plea to undo mistakes and lessen the depth of wounds. The answers served as stitches and bandages to the injuries made.
That night, both of you hoped for a brighter tomorrow and lighter hearts in the days ahead.
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Three years ago, you wouldnât have seen yourself in an unfamiliar town, living in a small apartment with your mother and working as a waitress in a small restaurant. It was a tough adjustment for the kid but youâre getting there. She still asks for her father now and then, but you canât give anything but a simple âNot now. Heâs workingâÂ
Will they ever meet again? Will you ever see him again? It doesnât matter if he wonât come for you. You will live. For yourself. For Yui. You walked home with your head down, clutching your bag as you entered a small convenience store to grab some bread. You stared at a pack of candy on one of the shelves, allowing the buried memories to play in your mind.
âFLASHBACKâ
âSo, youâre good with her father now?â Your friend asked you as you pushed Yuiâs bike. The theme park was packed with people and Yui couldnât be more distracted and excited. âYeah, I guess. We talked about a lot of things. We needed that.â You sighed, pursing your lips.Â
âI'm still hesitant about trying again with him. With what happened between us, itâs still hard for me to just decide that.â Albeit unaware of your entire past with Satoru, your friend tried to be understanding, and you truly appreciated that.Â
Seeing a row of empty chairs, you decided to sit down, and just as you were about to speak to your friend again, Yui got up and cheered for the coming cart, âMama! Clouds, pwease!â You stood up as she pointed to it, dropping the toy Satoru got her. The toy quickly rolled down the pathway to the direction of the cart which had to stop by a group of kids and parents.
âOh, shoot!â Your friend didnât even have time to get it for you. You beat him to it, running after the toy which luckily bumped into a potted plant near the cart. You picked it up, panting as you looked back at them. Your friend was standing up, ready to go to you but you waved the toy at him, pointing at the cart to imply that you could get it yourself.
It was getting a bit crowded from the buyers so you signaled him to stay there with Yui, not wanting to involve her in any possible accidents. Thankfully, the vendor was skilled, and soon enough, you were returning to your daughter with a pink ball of cotton candy. âYou moved so fast. I couldâve gotten it for you.â Your friend laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
âI guess itâs because I got used to it. When Satoru canât be around to help, itâs all on me soâŚâ You shrugged, only realizing that when it comes to Yui, youâd rather let yourself do all the work instead of relying on others. But that changes little by little now that Satoruâs around more. The day flew by, turning out to be more about Yui's outing than a friendly date.
You quickly checked your phone after your friend dropped you off. âCan I come over when youâre home?â It was Satoru. Your brows furrowed at how serious he seemed. His texts usually carry a hint of sweetness, but this time, it was just a plain old text. âWeâre home.â You quickly replied and not even 15 minutes later, he was already at your house.
âWhereâs Yui?â You looked at him standing at the door, waiting until you signed for him to come in. He was always like that, and while you appreciated it, you found the awkwardness somewhat amusing. "She fell asleep. Have you had snacksâ" You were about to ask him, but he cut in abruptly, his tone serious.
âY/N, can I ask you about something?â You felt nervous all of a sudden. He looked at you before reluctantly sitting down on the couch. You joined him when he pulled out his phone, scrolling for something. âPlease, donât take this the wrong way. I just want to know what happened here,âÂ
Your eyes widened, staring at the photo of Yui with your friend at the park earlier. It only captured half of the cart, blurred in the background. âWhere were you? Look, my daughterâs alone with a⌠basically, a stranger to herââ You interrupted, heart racing in your chest, âWhy do you have that? Did you get someone to follow us?â He sighed, remaining composed.
âNo. Now, please just answer me first.â You learned the hard way about fights and now you just want to stay calm because this is certainly a misunderstanding. âI went after her toy that rolled down, and I bought cotton candy for her.â You reached out to zoom in on the pic, cursing out the way it was taken. What matters is that the cotton candy cart can be recognized.
âI know itâs blurry but Iâm here, I even have a photo of Yui with a cotton candy if you want toââ Satoru shook his head, sighing exasperatedly. âY/N, you left our daughter with a man. You barely know this guy, heâs a newbie in your work and now youâŚâ Rubbing a hand over his face, Satoru looked at you with disappointment but still soft nonetheless.Â
âYou couldâve let him get that toy for Yui if he was such a man, made him buy in that crowded place for you.â You stayed silent, understanding where heâs coming from but the fact that he has this photo is setting you off.Â
âHe was about to. But I beat him to it because itâs always been like that for me.â You tried to explain before continuing, âWho sent you that, Satoru?â Satoru stared at you, contemplating.Â
âMy mom came to my house.â Now you know why he was in such a state. You bit your lip, wanting to cry out of frustration. Her restraining order lasted six months. You know thereâs no way you could tear Satoruâs mother away from his life but you just want him to stop being tied to her apron strings.
He told you about how his mother came to him a few hours ago. He initially told her he was not yet ready to talk to her again, but was intrigued when she said she ran into Yui and a man at the park.Â
âWere you following them?â He didnât try hiding his accusatory gaze. âNo, son! Believe me, I was just afraid that Y/N would panic if she saw me. But I saw her leave Yui with this man.â She looked so different from before. Satoru almost wanted to cry to her despite the pain she caused him, ask her why she did that. But he has to be tough.Â
âYou may go, Mom. I will talk to Y/N about it.â He attempted to close the gate but she kept getting closer to him, âWhen will I see my granddaughter? I miss her so much. And you, my SonâŚâ Her teary eyes were still too much for Satoru, he looked away shaking his head. âI donât know. Not now.â With that, he closed the door.Â
âI donât want you to think that Iâm just simply buying her words, thatâs why I came here to talk to you,â Satoru reassured you, âI know you didnât mean to leave Yui like that but please, justâŚâ Before he could even finish, you already answered, kind of relieved that this didnât end with the slamming of doors again. âI know, I just got used to doing stuff for her myself. Iâm sorry.â With that, the misunderstanding was cleared.
You didnât think this would be followed by a string of events that would once again mess up your slowly glowing life. âWhy are you here?â Your phone was in your hand as you blocked the door, your fingers found the emergency dial and immediately called Satoru. âI just want to see my Yui. I know I messed up Y/N, I just want to see my only grandkid.â You just canât bring yourself to let her in.
âSatoruâŚcan you come over? Right now. Your motherâs here.â You can hear his heavy sigh from the other end, âDonât let her in. Wait for me.â And just as Satoru arrived his mother cried on his chest. âSon, I know I did wrong things but how can you treat me like I would harm your child?â Satoruâs hold on her arm was gentle but firm.Â
Holding her to his chest as she breaks down, she looks at you with eyes that bear his agony. You canât blame him for thatâs his mother. But youâre desire to protect your child was greater. âI will only allow it for a few minutes, Satoru.â You wiped Yuiâs face, peeking at the door to see his mother sitting on a monoblock chair with her head down.
âI know. I understand and Iâm sorry. Sit with us if that would make you feel more at ease about this. Iâm here, Y/N.â Hearing this from Satoru calmed you a bit, but it didnât take away your worries. You just prayed that this would end soon.Â
The last straw was the humiliation she caused you in front of your friends and strangers at a cafe. You were caught off guard and were almost torn down again but you stood your ground.Â
âYou dare leave your daughter at home just to mingle around? Y/N, what kind of a mother are you?â Your friends attempted to break it off, trying everything they could just to get his mother off your back. You shouldâve just called the police that day.Â
âWhat do you know about being a mother when you set up your own son for assault?!â You answered back, garnering whispers from strangers. âThis is not about me! This is about you leaving your daughter just to fuck around!â It was only a matter of time before the guards dragged the two of you out of the cafe.Â
âOut of all the days, she really chose the time when Satoruâs overseas for work!â You cried, fixing your hair on the way home. âYou gotta protect yourself and Yui from that woman, Y/N.â Your friends looked at you with concern. That woman brings nothing but misfortune to you and your life.Â
The moment you got home, you called Satoru immediately. âIâm filing a case whether you like it or not, Satoru. Iâm tired of this.â You cried, âI know, Y/N. Iâm so sorry but please just wait for me to get back. Iâll help you when Iâm back, I promise.â You couldnât go out for a few days after that, it also took everything to stop your mother from committing a crime.Â
And now, just a week after that, you almost lost your reason for living.Â
You had to get another set of utensils after Yui dropped hers. When you returned, you saw her walking out of the cafeâs door. Satoruâs mother held the door open, using a pack of candy to lure the child out.
Youâve never run so fast in your life. You fought with all your might but she beat you to it, carrying Yui and attempting to take her away. âIf you werenât in our lives, Satoru wouldâve been fine!â She screamed at you, pulling at the crying kid. You were so terrified and angry that you started to shake. You chose to scream for help rather than answer back, afraid that youâd lose your baby.
When people started rushing towards you, she immediately took off. You didnât bother to see if she was captured, you just ran, desperate to save your child. After calling your mom, youâve made your decision. You attempted to call Satoru but he was unreachable. You tried to understand that he was working and he didnât even know this was happening.Â
And when he finds out, heâd probably only try to hold you back and you donât think you can do that. You canât be in a place where your daughterâs unsafe. You knew you had to leave. Your daughterâs cries tell you that you have to leave. The scratches in her arms tell you that you have to leave. And thatâs what you did, albeit without a clear place in mind.Â
You left with your mother and thatâs all Satoru knows too.Â
Going home from his trip, Satoru didnât even go back to his house. He went straight to yours and as if his fears came to life, you werenât there. He tried calling you but it doesnât even ring. He looked everywhere, asked around, and even went to Tojiâs to beg him but he didnât know too. His nightmare came true and the beat of his heart felt like it was slowing down with each day that passed without news about you.
All he knows is that the last time you were here, Yui almost got kidnapped by her own grandmother.Â
He knows how protective you are of Yui. No wonder you disappeared. Satoru partially blames himself for not coming home when you called him crying. You probably thought he would put you off again. You probably thought heâd choose his mother again and honestly, he canât blame you after all that heâs done in the past.
Satoru was broken, and the love he used to have for his mother turned into disgust and hate. His father helped him with his motherâs case. She was sent to jail after witnesses including your friends testified. His sleepless nights were endless. His search for his family was ceaseless too.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Three years have passed since that, and you promised yourself that you would only believe that you and Satoru are meant to be together if he found you. If he didnât, then maybe itâs better to let it go. After everything, you just canât help but feel like the heavens are intentionally trying to separate the two of you.
But here you are, proven wrong when you bumped into a white-haired guy with tired blue eyes as you exited the store.
âY/N?â
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Dada Âť Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Husband/Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Ivy
Summary: Bucky gets his year old daughter to understand that heâs dada, not her uncles.
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames/pet names
Written on my phone. Iâm sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
You walked inside of the Avengers Compound with yours and Buckyâs year old daughter Ivy in your arms. You guys are there to visit Bucky at work.
âLook, thereâs dada!â You cooed, pointing at Bucky who was talking next to Steve and Sam.
Ivy squealed in excitement and clapped her little hands. You gently put her on the floor and she waddled herself over to her daddy with you walking behind her.
âDada!â Ivy shouts.
Bucky turns around and looked down, smiling when he seen his baby girl walking towards him.
âThereâs my baby girl!â Bucky coos, picking her up.
Bucky gave her a hug and a bunch of kisses, making her giggle.
âHi, doll.â Bucky smiles, kissing you.
âHi, babe.â You smiled against his lips.
Ivy smiles widely when she seen her uncles.
âDada!â She says to Steve and Sam.
Everyone went silent, looking at Ivy.
âNo, sweetheart. Thatâs uncle Steve and uncle Sam. Iâm dada.â Bucky tells her.
âDada.â She says to them again.
âUncle Steve and uncle Sam.â He points at them. âDada.â Bucky points at himself.
âYou dada.â Ivy says with a smile.
âThatâs right! Can you tell me who they are?â He asks, pointing at Steve and Sam.
âUncle Steeb and Big Bird.â She says, making Bucky laugh and Sam playfully glare at Ivy.
âHow much did you pay her to say that?â Sam asks Bucky.
âI didnât tell her to say that.â Bucky says, laughing again.
âShe watched Sesame Street this morning.â You tell Sam.
Ivy tapped on Buckyâs shoulder, getting his attention.
âYes, sweetie?â Bucky asks, looking at his daughter with adoration in his eyes.
âYou dada.â Ivy tells him.
âYouâre so smart, princess!â He says, kissing her cheek.
âHome.â She says, trying to tell you and him that she wants to go home.
âYou want to go home?â You asked her, gently rubbing her back.
Ivy nodded her head yes, laying her head on Buckyâs shoulder.
âI think someoneâs tired.â Steve says.
âAm not!â Ivy says with a pout and yawned.
You and Bucky smiled at her cuteness. Bucky said his byes to Steve and Sam before going home with you and Ivy. Ivy fell asleep on the way home and you put her in her crib when you guys got home. You took the opportunity to get started on dinner.
âThank you for bringing our baby girl to surprise me at work.â Bucky says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek.
âNo problem, baby.â You say with a smile, leaning against his body.
You put the stove on low and turned around to kiss your husband. Bucky smiles against your lips and pulled you against his body to intensify the kiss.
âDada!â Ivy cries from her nursery.
Bucky kissed you once more and then went to Ivyâs nursery, smiling when he seen her standing up in her crib.
âDada!â She says again.
âDadaâs here, princess.â Bucky coos, picking her up out of her crib.
âYou my dada!â She says with a smile and wrapped her little arms around his neck to hug him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart! Iâm your dada.â He smiles, kissing her cheek. âAre you hungry?â He asks her.
Ivy nodded her head yes. Bucky walked to the kitchen with Ivy in his arms. You smiled when you seen them.
âThereâs my two favorite people.â You smiled, kissing their cheeks.
âHe dada. You mama.â Ivy tells you.
âYouâre so smart sweetie!â You tell her.
âWuv dada and mama!â She says.
âWe love you too.â You and Bucky say with a smile.
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-Buckyâs Doll
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Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works
Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 𼰠I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon đđ I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff đ¤
Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw
One and a Half Men âĄâ
Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.
When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.
And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.
"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"
There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.
"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.
"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.
"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.
"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp
Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.
A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.
"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.
Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.
"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.
"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.
"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.
"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.
You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.
As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.
"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.
"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.
"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.
"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.
"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.
...
Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.
You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.
Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...
"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.
"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.
Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.
"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.
"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.
"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.
"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.
Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.
Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.
"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.
Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.
"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.
Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.
"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.
"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.
"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.
"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.
He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.
"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.
"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.
"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.
"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.
"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."
...
You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.
Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.
"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.
"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.
Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.
"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.
"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.
Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.
Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.
...
Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.
"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.
Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.
Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.
You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...
"Y/n?"
"Yes, Gumi?"
"Do you love dada?"
Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.
"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."
"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.
The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.
"T-rex."
...
"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.
"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.
"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.
"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.
Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.
You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share
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well, im finished with this for now... here he is!! my newest favorite little guy! (my current skyrim character, kiinuraru)
i initially posted a WIP of this piece here (which i made unrebloggable for Reasons) so if you wanna know a little more about him, check that post out!
#skyrim#fanart#khajiit#i wuv him hes my specialest little fireball-throwing guy#cmdonovann#oh btw also. i have been posting khajiit art on furaffinity too. if ur into that. my username is cmdonovann there as usual
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BTS Reaction || Your Toddler Has A Crush
â¤Copyright: Š DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024
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JIN:
"You know we don't have to go out," Jin teased as your daughter's smile dropped from her face. All week long she'd been getting more and more excited to spend time with "Uncle Kookie"
"Nuh-uh!" She cried and pouted, stomping her little foot as Jungkook ruffled the top of her head.
"You need a date night and little princess here needs time with Uncle Kookie," Jungkook smirked, ignoring the look he got from you for messing up your daughter's hair.
"Not too many cookies, or ice cream...and make sure she goes to bed-" You were cut off as your daughter hugged your legs tightly.
"Uncle Kookie got this," She promised you before kissing your knees. It was true. Jungkook had babysit a lot and that was mostly because your daughter demanded he be the one to babysit and no one else. It was like she had a soft spot for him which was true, just last week she said she was going to marry him one day - which would never happen but kids were allowed to dream at her age.
"Be good for him, okay?" You warn her and she nods kissing your cheek once you bent down to kiss her softly YOONGI: When your daughter asked to join Yoongi at work he hadn't thought about why it might have been. He just assumed his daughter wanted to spend time with him at work but as he worked through his day it became abundantly clear that wasn't the case. Every single time Taehyung would come into the room her smile would light up and she'd cuddle up to him. Or even try to go with him whenever he was leaving.
"You like Uncle Tae?" Yoongi chuckled as Taehyung sat beside your daughter, her hand tightly locked with his as she told him he wasn't allowed to leave her side.
"I love himmmmm," She whines clutching Taehyung's side who smirked over at Yoongi.
"More than daddy?" Taehyung laughs as your daughter nods her head and cuddles closer to her favourite member. HOSEOK: Hoseok was in the kitchen, preparing a snack when he heard his daughter giggling as she played in the living room. You were out for the day leaving them to have a daddy-daughter day together.
"Whatâs so funny, sweetheart?" he asked, peeking around the corner to check that she was okay but she just grinned and looked up at him with her big eyes and said, 'I wuv Uncle JimJam!' Hoseok chuckled, crouching down to her level.
'Oh, you do? Heâs a pretty cool guy! What do you like about him?' He watched as she thought about it for a second and giggled.
'I wuv his songs and he makes me laugh!' she said with a wide grin showing off some of her teeth to him. Hoseok smiled, feeling proud of her before squeezing her cheek softly.Â
'Well, you have great taste! Maybe we should invite him over more often for playdates.' He smirks knowing Jimin would happily come around just to spend time with her. She gasped before nodding eagerly, clapping her hands. Hoseok laughed, scooping her up in his arms.Â
'Letâs tell him he has a special fan!' NAMJOON: Namjoon was reading a book in the living room when his daughter crawled onto his lap, clutching a tiny photo of Uncle Hoseok, you smiled from the doorway watching them both together.
"Daddy, look!" she chirped, showing him the picture. Namjoon carefully shit his book and shoved it to the side studying the photo for a second.
"Uncle Hobi?" He smiled at the photo. It was of your daughter and Hoseok at the party from the week before. Your daughter nodded, her eyes shining as she giggled looking at the photo.Â
` "Oppa funny! Makes me laugh!"
Namjoon chuckled softly. The two of you weren't blind to the small crush she had on Hoseok, in fact, the two of you found it rather endearing that she seemed to like him so much.Â
"He is pretty funny, isnât he? What do you like about him?"Â Your daughter paused, thinking hard before staring at the photo and pointing at the smile on Hobi's face.
"His smile!"Â Namjoon nodded, pressing a small kiss to her temple.Â
"Thatâs a good reason. Smiling is important. How about we make a drawing for him?" Your daughter gasped before sprinting toward her craft table in the corner. JIMIN: Jimin was the first to notice something was up and he'd talked to you about it, only to find out you'd known for a long while that your daughter had a crush on Namjoon. He just caught your daughter staring dreamily at Jungkook during a rehearsal and couldnât resist teasing her a little.
âHey there, daydreamer,â Jimin grinned, catching her attention as she started to blush, looking down at her drawings as you smirked from beside her.Â
âWho are you thinking about?" Her face turned crimson, and she quickly looked away.Â
âNo one! Umma, tell him.â she protested and you cuddled her close to you. Jimin chuckled as he sat down beside her to see what drawing she was working on. It was all of the boys dancing together.Â
âDonât worry, your secretâs safe with me,â he winked, enjoying teasing his daughter even if it was just a little but it was something he was never going to let her forget no matter how old she got. TAEHYUNG:
Taehyung was lounging on the couch, watching cartoons with his daughter, when she suddenly turned to him with an excited expression.
'Daddy, Daddy!' she called, tugging at his sleeve, pointing at the screen at one of the characters.
'Yes, my little star?' Taehyung replied, giving her his full attention.
'Looks like Uncle Jin' she announced, her eyes sparkling with delight before Taehyung followed her gaze. Taehyung grinned, finding her enthusiasm adorable, the cartoon character almost did look like him as well.
"Really? Do you think he's strong like Uncle Jin?"
"Very! And pretty! I love him!" This caught Taehyung's attention as he turned to your daughter who still had her eyes glued to the screen.
'Oh, really? What do you love about him?'
'Heâs funny, and he sings and dances!' she said, clapping her hands with joy. Taehyung chuckled, nodding along with her, just happy your daughter got along with his friends.
'He is very talented. Maybe you can show him your dance moves next time he comes over?' Her eyes widened with excitement as she scrambled off the sofa starting to practice her moves.
'Yes, yes! I can dance too!'Taehyung smiled, putting some music on for her to dance her heart out to,
'Youâre the best dancer I know! How about we practice a special dance just for him?" Taehyung asked as he got up to join his daughter on the dance floor.
JUNGKOOK:
Jungkook was playing a video game when his daughter crawled onto the couch beside him, wearing a Suga 96 top and carrying a Yoongi doll.
"Whoâs that?" Jungkook asked, glancing at the toy, you giggled from the doorway as you watched them.
"Uncle Suga!" she declared, waving the figure around and almost hitting Jungkook in the nose with it but he dodged it. Jungkook chuckled, pausing his game so he could focus all his attention on your daughter.Â
"Uncle Yoongi's your favourite?"
She nodded, her eyes twinkling as she giggled a little.Â
"Uncle funny! He makes silly faces!" Jungkook grinned, amused that his daughter had someone other than him to make her laugh in this life. It was good for her to know she had someone other than him to go to in her times of need.Â
"He does, doesnât he? Want to make silly faces with Daddy?"
She giggled, nodding as they both started making exaggerated expressions. Jungkook laughed, taking a selfie with her.Â
"Weâll send this to Uncle. Heâll love it!" His daughter clapped her hands, clearly delighted and cuddled closer to her dad.Â
"Yes, yes! Send to Uncle!"
"Alright, princess," Jungkook said, snapping the picture.Â
"Letâs make him smile!" You smirked from the doorway at them and Jungkook threw a look your way,
"Jealous." You mouthed to him before he stuck out his tongue at you.
"Funny faces for mummy too!" Your daughter yelled.
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iâm cranking these out like itâs a full time job
can we get some fluff w johnny where we steal his shirt and he just finds itâs the cutest thing how we practically drown in it
love youuu đđ
hehe i wuv him sm
johnny cage > rain
notes: i may not be a skinny queen but swimming in one of his shirts would actually cure me of all ailments forever,.,.., WHY ISNT HE REAL!!!!!!!!! @spacepl4ant
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⢠you and johnny had grown attached since meeting at wu shi academy. sure, you knew about his existence because he's a celebrity, but you had gotten to know johnny as a person as well as his screen persona... not that there was much of a difference.
⢠regardless, tuesdays were "train til you drop" days, oftentimes fighting or practicing routines for literal hours until you couldn't feel your limbs. everyone dreaded it but knew deep down it was necessary. this particular tuesday just so happened to be raining like crazy.
⢠you and the boys sparred and swung attacks at each other until the sun set, everyone drenched in sweat and rainwater. you all sat underneath a dense tree. kung lao shook the water from his hair, raiden was wringing out his shirt, kenshi didn't seem to mind too much and johnny was... well, using the rainwater as some kind of strange gel as he slicked his hair back.
⢠"talk about training your ass off," he groans, stretching his arms. "i can't feel a single part of me." you jab his side, making him whine and swat at you.
⢠"you complain too much," you wring your hair out onto the grass. "that being said, i'm cold and hungry and tired and i wanna go back to the dorms so i can change."
⢠"i like your thinking," johnny waves off the group and the two of you skip down the gravel path to the students' sleeping quarters, where your separated but loosely divided rooms held what little items you were allowed to bring with you. it was a common practice to walk around campus together, sometimes even arm in arm as you playfully waltzed down the paths. the other boys gave you a lot of trouble for it, whining about the married couple you pretend to be. neither of you stood up to defend yourselves. if anything, johnny found it a nice idea.
⢠in truth, you drove him wild. he just split from his ex-wife, someone that wanted to place roots down and slow down in life. but you, you were spontaneous, fun loving, and an absolute firecracker. you set his heart going, and he couldn't help but harbor a little crush on you. he couldn't tell you that, not now anyway, with the tournament coming up he knew better than to put an extra weight on you.
⢠"earth to superstarâ" you groan, waving your hand in his face and shaking him of his thoughts. he hadn't even noticed the two of you were already at your sleeping place, and how you're now half dressed in your undershirt and shorts. "just checked my stuff. i don't have anything clean or decent. guess i'll just be soggy for dinner."
⢠johnny can't seem to focus when you're in a damp tank top. "bummer."
⢠you frown. "this is when you offer one of yours."
⢠his eyes are distant. "my what?"
⢠"jesus, cage, what's gotten into you?" you playfully punch at his chest, which does little to affect his stance, and slide the door open to his own bed arrangement. bending over and shuffling through his obnoxiously nice luggage bags, you find one of his dress shirts. it's a fiery red with small flame patterns.
⢠"i didn't say you could go through my stuff," he warns you in a teasing tone, head hovering over your shoulder. "you might find something you won't like in there."
⢠"please," you puff as you flick the shirt of its wrinkles. "i've seen a few rose toys in my day." he chuckled, turning away for a moment.
⢠he gives you the decency to change by staring into the corner, shamefully dreaming of what you may look like without anything on. he shakes the thought violently as you let out a sigh of contention with the shirt.
⢠"i get that you're a big guy, but lord," you mutter, tugging and shifting the shirt on your body. "you're bigger than i thought."
⢠"that's what shâ" johnny turns around with a smirk that quickly drops to the floor. you were wiggling about trying to make the shirt look like your own, but johnny was just so pleased with how it sat on you as it was. his shoulders were broader, leaving the shirt to swim around your own and expose a good deal of your collarbone. his waist was small, giving you some grace by hugging your hips almost as if it was your own top. in that split moment, johnny ponders if the "you're so hot i got a nosebleed" trope was real, wiping the bottom of his nose.
⢠"suits you," he pulls himself together abruptly with his award-winning grin, patting your shoulder and careful to avoid making contact with your skin, as badly as he wanted to feel your warmth. "after all this, come by my place and i'll get your own wardrobe after my style, how's that?"
⢠you scoff with your hands on your hips, shifting your weight to one leg. johnny fights the physical stutter at your chest creeping out of the top. "mister playboy here giving out charities to us poor folk. you don't have to do that, really."
⢠his voice is deadly serious. "i want to."
⢠"you're an odd one," you point a finger, sitting onto his bed with crossed legs. you fall silent observing his thousand yard stare, how glassy his gaze seems to be when it falls on you. "why do you look at me like that?"
⢠"like what?" his mouth is dry, eyes fixated on yours.
⢠"like you wanna kiss me all the damn time," your answer is teasing, not entirely serious but you don't miss the twitch in his lip at your statement.
⢠"and if i do?" he's testing the waters, something about you in his clothes is making him more bold than he swore to be.
⢠his answer makes your heart flutter, not expecting a direct comment like that. it changed the air of the room, and you suddenly feel a little more suffocated and insecure under his analytical stare. "why don't you?"
⢠"because i'm worried i'll want more. you look great in my clothes, by the way."
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â If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice â
feat: Lilia genre: mild hurt/comfort, slow burn romance note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Lilia ver, no pronouns used, Lilia is depicted as his older appearance with long hair, human!reader, mentions of minor injuries unintentionally inflicted on reader, 1.6k word countÂ
I liivvveee! For now, anyway. I still have my job projects and finals are upon me but I finally found some time to myself so I hope you enjoy another addition to the Villain/ess!series. I might end up failing a class but I know itâs not the end of the world for me and I really enjoyed the class so I wouldnât mind retaking the class.
Yeaa...this did not end up as domestic fluff
WARNING: This part has kinda hard-to-read topics regarding children and childrearing. Sometimes parents, guardians, caretakers and/or other children accidentally get injured by a child and the child doesnât know how to get over that. We never want to blame the child for these mistakes but we want to make sure they can learn to avoid such mistakes again. This is an odd case since these are fictional non-human characters and some people can view Lilia as too harsh or see MC/reader as too lenient. Iâve seen parents approach this concern differently and honestly to me, the next course of action is never easy to figure out without truly discussing with the child and those involved. I'm not saying whose method is right or wrong, I just wrote what would be the best course of action in this scenario. You might have your own opinions or approaches. Read at your own risk
A lot has happened since your first visit to the Vanrouge household. Lilia surprised you by taking both of you into his home, protecting you while helping to raise the young Yung. He offered a room to the small dragon and one for yourself (though Yung still prefers to sleep in your bed with you).Â
Speaking of Yung, he was still wary of Lilia and his servants, choosing to hide himself in your embrace or behind your legs. He refused to speak to anyone and if he needed something, he would whisper into your ears and being the pampering type, you would oblige.Â
âDear me, he seems to have really imprinted himself on youâ Lilia chuckled casually but then he quickly hardened his gaze and the conversation turned more serious. âHowever, if he does not grow out from this phase, he may end up unable to control his dragon side and hurt himself or youâÂ
This worries you as you know due your knowledge from your previous life that Yung will grow to be very powerful but he fell victim to his own strength and destroyed himself with his power.Â
Distressed, you begged Lilia to give his guidance as the former guardian of the Dragon King and with a playful smile, he gave an offer to you.Â
âVery well, I will be his guide. But as a fair trade of service, why donât you become my attendant? This would occupy your time and perhaps young Yung could use this to be a little more independent?âÂ
And thus began Yungâs days of torture as your new job constantly took precious time from him by Lilia. Yung can no longer ask for walks with you because youâre needed to look over some paperwork with the duke. Nights where you would lull him to sleep were getting less and less as Lilia requested your assistance in looking over some schedule details before the new day. And even when Yung gets to hang out with you, Lilia would almost always be there to monopolize your attention.Â
At first, you decided to trust the young(?) duke and his tactics since you did come to him for his guidance anyway. Despite the rather playful demeanor he seems to have, Lilia seemed so confident to you and assured you time and time again that this is a rite of passage of sorts for fae like him and Yung since powerful beings like them must learn self-control before anything else.Â
But self-control continues to elude Yung and it wasnât long before the cute little dragon decided enough was enough.
âWuv is mine! Mister duke go away!âÂ
To the best of his ability, Yung wrapped his short arms around your waist as he screamed at the duke. If Yung was any normal child, his growth would have been unprecedented as he was already walking (to chase after you and Lilia) and speaking fairly comprehensible sentences (to yell at Lilia). But as a fae, this was a typical growth spurt, quickly growing stronger and bigger than a typical human to ensure his survival. His physical strength was more obvious to you right now as the young child was unintentionally tightening his grip on you which started to hurt.Â
âYung, l-loveâ you tried to speak but it came out as a short gasp as the small fae ignored your call. His hands, while small, kept digging through your clothes and into your skin which made you wince slightly. You tried other means of grabbing the young oneâs attention but all was moot as all of Yungâs focus zeroed in on Lilia alone, his eyes glowing a slightly menacing color and a glare reminiscent of a dragon ready to defend his territory.
âSighâŚyou are still a foolish childâÂ
In an instant, the pain in your sides lessened as you found yourself in the arms of the duke instead of Yungâs hold. Both you and Yung were shocked by this sudden change of the situation. How did neither of you notice Lilia as he somehow managed to rip you out from the young dragonâs grip without his notice or harming you in the process?Â
âAre these the skills of an experienced fae?âÂ
After looking over you for any major injuries, Lilia sighed again with slight disappointment, reminiscent of a father figure upset with a child that nearly broke something precious. âHow can you protect your treasure when you canât even protect them from yourself?âÂ
Following Liliaâs previous line of sight, Yungâs heart sank when he saw the torn fabric of your outfit. With his extraordinary senses, he caught glimpses of red lines across your skin through the ripped clothing. He instinctively reached out his small hand to you but saw his nails were longer and sharper, like talons of a dragon.Â
He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you.Â
Yung broke into tears as those words cycled in his head, haunting him for his crime. You were instinctively pushing yourself from Lilia by the sound of his cries, running to enclose your arms around the poor fae child, holding him while softly giving words of comfort.Â
âLove, Iâm alright. It was an accident, I know thatâÂ
 But Yung continued to sob and he apologized profusely, his voice getting sore from his cries. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Lilia stood still behind you, watching silently as you continued to console your child, wiping Yungâs tears and holding his small, shaking hands.Â
Night came and Lilia visited you in your room once the family doctor was done tending to your scratches. The head of the manor immediately called for the doctor but you refused to show your injuries while Yung was still panicking over the incident. It was only when Yung calmed down and stayed with him until he fell asleep in his room. You kept your smile as you downplayed your wounds, not letting Yung blame himself.
When Lilia entered your room with your permission, he shocked you as he said something unexpected.Â
âIâm sorry.â He even bowed his head to you, showing the sincerity of his words.
You replied with confusion in your voice. âPardon? What for?âÂ
âI expected that Yung was getting possessive of you but I didnât think that you would get this hurt in my attempt to distance you two. I should have intervened soonerâÂ
Lilia held this guilt throughout the day, ashamed that he roped you into his little test for the dragon fae. He knew raising a powerful fae will be a rough journey, taking his experience from caring for Malleus. But if Lilia were the one to get hurt, it would be but a scratch that would heal in an instant. Whatever Yung would do, Lilia can handle it with ease.Â
But you werenât fae. You were a human that bleed at the lightest touch from his kind, that break much too easily, and perish much too soon.Â
âYou should leave this manorâ Lilia stated with an uncharacteristically serious tone. âI will find a comfortable inn for you to stay in and provide other essentials until you can find another living situation to your likingâÂ
âWait a minute!â You jumped from your seat, your mind thrown for a loop. âI canât just leave, what will happen to Yung? It'll break his heart! I didnât mean to inconvenience your grace and your plans but Iâll be care-âÂ
âDo you not understand the dangers of your situation?â Liliaâs tone was ice cold. âYou nearly bled from what Yung thought was a childish hug. What if he were to get angry one day and suddenly knock you unconscious? He is not a mere human child but a fae, and a strong one as well. You are a human that may die by his own handsâÂ
Silence filled your room as the weight of Lilia's words sink in.
You wonât lie, Yungâs nails were painful and your wounds still sting even after treatment. In the story from your past memories, Yungâs power will be on par with the current Dragon King, with the power to move mountains and call upon flames that would leave nothing in its path. Yung will continue to grow stronger and nothing you, a powerless human, can do that will be able to stop him.Â
But stillâŚÂ
âI stayed silent because I didn't know what would be good for Yung. But damn it, I love that child! As long as he needs me, Iâll be there for himâ you locked eyes with the long-haired fae with determination. âHeâll become stronger, but he wouldn't hurt others. He is a happy, kind child"
"And how will you ensure that?"
"I will be there to make sure he stays that wayâ you made a bold choice, but you're confident in this. You were confident in your little Yung that he will go against his ending in that story nonsense of your previous world.
Crossing your arms, you made another bold comment.
âBesidesâŚyou still agreed to guide him. So, this will be a team effortâ You were testing your luck but you assumed that should anything like today happen again, then you could always hide behind the great general Vanrouge. That's a team, right? Being able to depend on them during tough patches?
But Lilia stayed quiet and chose to simply match your stare with his. It was intimidating to have such an attractive man look at you with such intensity but you held your ground. You puffed out your chest and refused to look away from Liliaâs admittedly beautiful ruby-coloured eyes.Â
ThenâŚLilia giggled.Â
âLilia, the renowned generalâŚgiggledâŚ.and it was so cute?!âÂ
You were taken aback when you saw a soft smile crept onto Liliaâs lips, so different from his mischievous grin whenever he scares you from behind during work or the confident smirk when he wins a round of a card game that you introduced to him from your original world. You were upset, offended even that he would giggle at your proud proclamation to care for Yung. But wow, he was really attractive doing so.
Not noticing your conflicted expression (or choosing to ignore it), Lilia placed a hand on your head, closer to your forehead, then moved slowly to caress your head. His touch was so gentle, careful not to scratch you or add unnecessary pressure.Â
âHeâs good at holding back his strengthâ you thought, only having heard the stories of the unbeatable general. Lilia is a playful man but his power is impressive even among other fae so this gentle side of him was a pleasant surprise to you.
âGoodness gracious, I wonder if this is where Yung gets his audaciousness from?â Lilia had a shine in his eyes as he kept his gaze on you, almost as though he was captivated by what he saw. âI look forward to your cooperation then, teammateâ
#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst imagines#disney twisted wonderland#villainess au#twisted wonderland imagines#twst scenarios#lilia vanrouge#lilia x yuu
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Bestie- I need this ok?!
Bad sanses with an S/O that absolutely DEVOURS energy drinks, like, 3+ a day- and they are still tired-
(I just described me fr-)
Ok gotchuâ¨
Sorry about late response! I thought I had finished your requestâŚ..
Then I look at drafts đ
I hope you enjoy!!!
The Bad Sanses (+ Cross) with an tired S/o who always drinks energy drinks!
Dust:
* How are you alive man? Like not radioactive and shit-? That is a LOT of energy drinks. And you canât fool this guy. Heâs very observant so heâll immediately notice that you still get tired.
* He honestly might just teach you the bad causes of drinking too many. Nah really he will sit you down with all the research he did to explain everything. (Quite endearing really. He really wants to make sure youâre okâ¤ď¸)
* Now heâs not gonna force you to stop. Itâs really up to you in the end. But he will still be making sure you are ok. And he suggests healthier options too! See? Now you can enjoy what you love but in a much healthier way!
* Heâs not very talkative but the way he shows how much he cares for you is very sweet. Donât worry your skellie too much! Heâs quite the Worrywart!
Horror:
* Boyo is always trying to take a sip from your can. Heâs just curious on why you love it so much. So much that he is literally giving you puppy eyes so that youâll give him a sip (which I know you succumbed to the cuteness-). He found it pretty cool!
* And yetâŚ..you still cannot get away with saying âOh Iâm not tired! Just waiting for it to kick in! đđŚâ yeah sweetie Horror is also very observant. Heâll make you get sleep. And you can ONLY get an energy drink if you get proper sleep in!
* He knows you love the drinks but heâd rather you get proper sleep first! Then you can have any you like! Why drink to get energy when you can just sleep Yâknow? Thatâs what he thinks anyway. But he wants you happy too so you always wake up with an energy drink ready for you! âşď¸
* He just wants you to be happy and healthy!
Killer:
* Bruh. You know DAMN well heâs probably the one supplying you the damn drinks- if you thought you was bad? Think again- he literally has an unlimited supply in god knows where in that room of hisâŚ..
* Letâs be honest: He drinks WITH you. Both of you happily drinking together on the couch watching anime or playing games. But heâll drop a few hints about âHeh might wanna slow downâŚâ
* Now just because he kind of (is) a bad influence, doesnât mean he wonât keep an eye on you. If he sees how it affects you, heâll try to moderate how much to give you. Because he may be a lil shitâŚ.but he cares about you a lot.
* You can always be guaranteed to have fun with this guy but also taken care of no matter what!
Error:
* Glitchy boi would be a straight up dick talking about you have an addiction meanwhile heâs on his 15th chocolate bar himself- Iâm pretty sure he steals your drinks too-
* And you can bet heâs taking those drinks away if youâre overdoing it. Heâll have multiple excuses for keeping it from youâŚ..but really he just wuvs you and doesnât want you feeling all sluggish because he worries for you đĽş. Will he admit that? HA! No-
* Though he will easily give in with a littleâŚ.convincing. Puppy eyes and promising more chocolates? Heâll eventually give in. But he also makes you promise to at least take it easy with the drinks.
* Grumpy hobo man may be a lil sassy but he means well!
Nightmare:
* Heâs probably the only one who doesnât see why the hell you like these drinks. It tastes like battery acidâŚ..(says the guy drinking black coffee-). He didnât really care at first but the MOMENT he sees how groggy you get? Oh you fucked up-
* Heâs immediately hiding your stash and you WILL be scolded if you ask about it. And heâs dragging your ass to bed to make sure you get proper sleep. Right after he makes sure you are properly hydrated first.
* I can imagine even as his S/o, these moments can be quite unexpected but he was likeâŚ..mother henning you. And the way he stays by your side to make sure youâre ok makes your heart meltâ¤ď¸
* Even the king of negativity can have a sweet side!
Cross (Lil bonus boiâ¨):
* Well he does like a few energy drinks himself especially for a game night or during morning training. He can drink as much as you without really realizing it then feels guilty about it but laughs it off.
* But itâs definitely a different story when he notices how sleepy you still are especially after the amount you drank. He gets a little concerned and asks if youâre okay. When he learns the energy drinks donât work on you, he thought of a few ideasâŚ..
* He looked for alternatives that could help you wake up much better. Like working out with him and eating a few healthier meals! But you both do have days to splurge on your favorite drink. Itâs only fair!
* He didnât want you to miss out on what you loved! So he helped you find a balance! He just loves you so!â¤ď¸
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