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feliix · 4 years ago

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ferris wheel ↠ kim seungmin

↠ Seungmin x Reader

↠ genre: fluff, some angst, established relationship

↠ rating: g ↠ word count: 1.7k

↠ warnings: none!

↠ requested by @jinned

Autumn has always been your favorite season. Not only were you born in the fall, but it's also the time of year when you met your boyfriend, Seungmin. Funny enough, it just so happens that he was born in the fall as well.

So each autumn season you dedicate it to spending as much time with each other as possible, which isn't very hard with all the things to do. Last weekend was apple picking, next is a pumpkin carving, and this weekend you’re attending the county fair.

With smells of kettle corn and cotton candy filling the air, your stomach is already beginning to growl with hunger. It's nearly impossible not to want to eat everything in sight here – especially when there are rows upon rows of options.

But you couldn't eat just yet, not until you’ve gone on the ferris wheel, at least. That was the one ride that always made you feel queasy. The height of the ride and unsteady mechanics of the ride has always been worrisome to you, but it's Seungmin’s favorite, and you know that he won’t let you leave without taking at least one ride.

“Are you ready?”

He’s nearly jumping up and down with excitement, shaking the candy apple he carries in one hand while holding yours in the other. It’s sweet; even though your hand has never been clammier in your entire life and you know Seungmin’s doing his best to ignore that. If he acknowledges your nervous demeanor it’ll only make it worse. Talking about your feelings only amplifies them sometimes it seems.

“Ready as I can be,” you say, forcing a smile onto our face soon after. Fake it until you make it, especially when you’re about to ride the tallest ride in the park, and no, you’re not talking about Seungmin this time.

The ride operator soon gets down from his podium to open the gate, letting you and Seungmin through. The rusty metal under your feet creaks with every step you take, only worsening your fears. But as Seungmin looks back at you with a child-like grin on his face your worries fade away. You can put up with 10 minutes of being scared of heights for that smile any day.

As much as you’d like to snuggle up next to your boyfriend on the ride that's the worst possible idea you can think of right now. The instability of the cart is clear as soon as your footsteps onto it. The noticeable wobble and unsteady movement catches you off guard, luckily Seungmin is there behind you to steady your frame.

His hand quickly snakes around your body to take hold of your waist, standing your body up straight right away. Slowly, you crane your head around to look at him, holding in a laugh at your nervous demeanor. At least one of you could find the situation humorous.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” the smile on his face is reassuring. A deep breath fills your chest, doing your best to bring down your nerves and just live in the moment. His hand swiftly slides into yours, guiding you to sit on one of the thin leather cushions before sitting down on the one across from you.

“There's not even a seat belt on this thing?”

Your voice is panicked as your fingers search the seat for the coveted seat belt and buckle combination. Nothing to be found, unfortunately.

“Relax,” he reassures, “it's just a ferris wheel. See? They’re coming to shut the door now.”

And he was right, the worker was making their way over to you to shut and close the latch to your cart before sending you off. “Have a fantastic ride!”

What a sweet guy, you wonder if he knows how terrified you are of this janky metal contraption right now. But before you could ponder on the subject too much you’re already on your journey to the top of the ferris wheel. To your own demise, you were the last people seated, which means there is no time to chicken out as each group of people got into their respective cart. The second you were theoretically strapped in it was already time to go.

“Can you hold my hand?�� You say shyly, voice meek and quiet. He’s soon to answer you with a smile, reaching for your hand across the small space between you. His large hand engulfs yours, lacing each of his fingers between your digits and giving you a quick squeeze of reassurance.

The ride is rising at a slow speed; it's taking forever to approach the top of the arc. You’re unsure what would be better though – going fast but getting it over with sooner or going slow and not being worried about flying off the ride.

Your head is tilted downwards, eyes focusing on your feet as the cart you’re in reaches the top of the ride. There’s no way you could look outwards, if you could see how high up you are right now you might pass out.

It's quite easy to tell that Seungmin is enjoying himself. The way that he's slightly swaying your arm back and forth is a dead giveaway for it. His feet are tapping with anticipation as he gets the best view the fair has to offer; getting to look out and see all the stands, the wandering people, and the glowing neon lights just make his heart beat a little bit quicker. But he can’t help but notice your solemn demeanor from just a foot before him.

“You doing okay?” His eyes are full of concern, but the gentle smile spread on his face says differently.

“Good! Yeah, I’m good,” you lie, unable to ruin this moment for him and cause him to worry until he gets off the ride. This is the one thing he’s been looking forward to all day, who are you to ruin that for him?

“You don’t look–”

“Riders! We’re experiencing some maintenance issues on the ride. Please remain calm and in your seats until we’re able to carry on.”

The boom of the speakers caused you to flinch, only shaking more once you hear the operator's voice.

The better half of your judgment tells you to remain calm, stay in your seat and the ride will be up and running in no time. But the terrified half is already making you pick up your head from its fallen position and look out over the side of the card.

“Seungmin,” your voice is monotone, filled with worry. You want to scream, and it’s taking every last drop of self-control in you to not fall to the ground in a panic but Seungmin is quick to take both of your hands in his.

“Baby it's okay,” his voice is calm, exaggerating each of his syllables and talking slowly, “it will be back on track in no time.”

“Seungmin you know I hate being this high up.”

Before you’re able to stop it tears are already welling in your eyes. You slam them shut in attempts to stop it, wanting to rip your hands from his grasp and cover your eyes but his touch is the only thing that’s keeping you sane right now.

“Hey it's okay,” his thumb begins rubbing small circles on the back of your hand, “it’s just you and me here, no one else. Just focus on me.”

Sniffles are taken in through your nose as you slowly nod your head, trying your best to keep the tears back and just relax.

“Remember that first time that we rode the ferris wheel here?”

Slowly, your eyes open to look at him, nodding your head in response. Your cheeks are tear-stained now, mascara barely smudged under your eyes; thankfully it’s too dark out now for anyone to notice it.

“I remember you tried to act so tough,” a small chuckle slips past his lips, enough to make you smile just a bit. The sound of his laugh has always been enough to put a smile on your face. “But I was actually terrified.”

Unsure if you heard him correctly, your head snaps up to meet his eyes, furrowing your brow in his direction as you silently beg him to continue.

“I used to be so scared of heights, but I had this grand idea that you see in those cheesy lifetime movies where–”

“You kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

Your voices play in unison, smiling at the end as you realize where he was going with this.

“That was our first kiss,” you blush as your lip catches between your teeth, doing your best to try and contain the wide grin begging to spread across your face.

“I wanted to be romantic.” He says matter-of-factly. He’s right though. It was romantic, and you’re unsure how you forgot that your first kiss was right on top of this very ferris wheel until now.

“It's the reason I love ferris wheels so much, Y/N. It reminds me of the first time we kissed.”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you squeeze Seungmin’s hands in yours, keen with the thought of this memory.

“I never knew that,” you smile.

You had not even realized that the nervous energy you’ve been harboring has slowly drifted away. Focusing on Seungmin and being in the moment consumed your mind, relishing upon the first time you sat atop of this ferris wheel. It seems like such a long time ago.

Instinctively you move in closer, your eyes closing lightly as you lean into him. His soft, plush lips soon meet yours in a gentle kiss, moving his mouth against yours slowly. Through it your hands remain in his, stroking soft circles along with his thumbs.

As you pull away your eyes meet Seungmin’s– and for a second you feel like you’re back in the moment of your first time here. Seeing the light fill his eyes and sparkle under the moonlight makes your heart twist with happiness. But a high pitched squeak from the speaker ruins your moment, pulling you back to the present where you were trapped in the cart of a ferris wheel.

“Thank you for being such patient riders! The ride will resume shortly!”

The voice over the speakers is less startling this time around. In an instant, the ride clicks and your cart begins to move downwards to lead you to safety.

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agentbarton12 · 5 years ago

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Sticky Business

AN: and here we have it folks! ive been putting off posting this cause im lAzY but i finally did. most of the chapters are already done so updates will vary. this is a post homecoming fic btw

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CHAPTER ONE

Ah, New York. A beautiful place, truly it is. Amidst all the commotion and flying aliens and mutants, I always manage to find some sense of calm. Be it the rhythm of the car horns beeping, or the occasional yelling of an angry passer-by, there was always something to be seen, to be captured, which is why I found myself situated on the roof of our apartment building, against my mother’s wishes.

I am not a rebellious child, truly I’m not. But when I believe strongly in my opinion and a figure of authority happens to contradict said opinion, you best be sure that I am going to stand for my beliefs. If it means a few days of detention, I couldn’t care less. I actually don’t care. I have never been to detention — well I have never been sent to detention, but I make my occasional visits to the hollowed out and depressing classroom — and I know that it is because my teachers are afraid that I will say something about the social injustice of how I am not allowed express my opinions without getting reprimanded because it does not conform to the way they want me to think. Or something like that.

So, there I was, sitting on the roof of our janky old apartment building, sketching the dumb corner that blocked me from seeing anything. Even at this height, I was never able to see around or over that dumb corner. It’s not like I was expecting something to pop and surprise me, I lived in a pretty boring part of Queens, so I wasn’t looking for anything.

But then a man swinging through the alley caught my attention. Sounds went through my ears and a yelp of confusion caused me to lean forward a bit. Just slightly.

That’s when a flash of blue and red swung by me but came to a halt mid-swing and let of his webbing. Spider-Man. Queens very own vigilante.

He stopped short and stared at me on the roof. So, I guess I must’ve looked suspicious sitting on the railing of a roof with nothing but a notebook and pencil. I understand why anyone would be worried that I might do something irrational while I was up there. It made sense. But he just stood there on the ground without saying anything. I pretended to ignore him, and I continued sketching.

“You okay up there, Miss?” he asked tilting his head up to me.

I wasn’t expecting him to say anything. I thought he was just going to stand there until he made sure I was okay and then move on. No such luck.

“Yep. Just sketching,” I said back to him. I kind of shouted, but not really because I did not want to attract the attention of my mother.

He looked confused and glanced around him, looking for something. “What exactly has caught your attention?’

I snorted. He wasn’t wrong. There was absolutely nothing interesting to capture here. Where I was, it was just garbage can after garbage can. But there was something there. I just seemed to be the only one who could see it. “This is New York, Spidey! There’s inspiration everywhere.” And that was true.

I think he chuckled, I was too high up to really hear. “And what inspires — ”

“My purse!” a voice shrieked from somewhere nearby. Spider-Man held up a finger to indicate that he’ll be back and swung into action.

I craned my neck and watched as he disappeared around the corner. Once he was out of my sight, I went back to my sketch. My legs were dangling aimlessly over the railing and the sense of fear wasn’t kicking in. I guess it was because I wasn’t worried about falling because I’ve done this before.

Spider-Man came swinging back a few moments later. He stopped in the same place as before and gave me what I assumed was an apologetic look. I couldn’t tell with the mask and everything.

“I’m back.”

“So, you are.”

“Sorry about that,” he said, and I shrugged nonchalantly in response. He looked up for a moment, not at me, but he seemed to be thought. He snapped his finger like he got the answer to a question he had been stuck on. “I just remembered what we were talking about.”

I looked at him blankly. I was not looking to continue the conversation. I just wanted to sketch my corner in peace.

When I didn’t respond, he spoke again, “I believe I was asking what inspired you about an — ”

“ — MICHELLE!” Dang it. I visibly tensed up as my name sounded throughout the apartment.

My mother’s angry voice scared me enough to send me toppling over the railing and landing on the floor of the roof. No sound escaped my lips, I made sure of it. I silently cursed and got up. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

“MICHELLE! I swear if you are on that roof again!” My mother yelled from the terrace of our apartment. I knew she couldn’t see me, but it felt like she could, so I quickly and quietly slipped through the door and started heading down the stairs. I stopped for a moment when I heard my mother yelp.

“Spider-Man? What are you doing here?” she asked. Good question. Why was he still there?

My mother never gave him time to answer though, she just ploughed on with the questions. “Are you here to help Miss Crux? Did she misplace her keys again? Poor soul, she loses them almost every day.”

“Oh no. I was just passing through. But if you could be so kind and check on her for me, that would be great.”

“Sure...um, okay.”

I thought the conversation was over, so I continued down the stairs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, you wouldn’t have happened to see my daughter up on the roof? Dark, curly hair, brown skin? Nose in a book?”

I froze in my step. If Spider-Man rats me out, I’ll be grounded for a week. (Not like I have anywhere to go, it’s just the thought that is chilling.)

I waited for the blow to come, but it never did. Instead I heard him say, “Oh no, I haven’t. Sorry.”

I let out a sigh of relief and ran down the stairs quickly. I jumped the last few and ran to our apartment.

“Michelle!” my mom screamed. “I want you here right now. Miche — ”

I opened the door and was in the kitchen before my mother got back from the terrace. “I’m here. Relax.”

She gave me her don’t mess with me look. “Where were you?”

I shrugged. “I was visiting Mr Torres downstairs because I know how lonely he gets during the afternoons and I thought he could use some help. It has been a while since we visited him, y’know,” I lied partly. We really hadn’t seen him in a couple of months.

My mother thought for a while then let out a sigh. “Sorry,” she said. “I thought you were on the roof.”

“When I know you don’t want me there? I would never.” I said with mock shock.

She rolled her eyes at me. I could tell she believed me. She wouldn’t have apologised otherwise.

“You need to tell me when you leave, Michelle. Tehy could be watching and they might see you and—”

“—I know, Mom. I know. Stop worrying, no one saw me.” Except Spider-Man, I thought to myself. Speaking of which…

I leaned over the kitchen counter and put my bag on the table. “Who were you talking to?” I asked, acting oblivious.

She looked hummed in confusion. “What?”

“On my way up, I thought I heard you talking to someone. Who was it?”

“Oh, no one.” She tried to brush it off, but I’m better at that than she is. I gave her a look that showed I was not buying any of it. She sighed in defeat. “I was just talking to Spider-Man.”

I snorted. Staying in character. “Eww. You were flirting with Spider-Man? You do realise that he could be a seventy-year-old under there, right?”

She rolled her eyes at me again. “It wasn’t flirting, it was just friendly conversation.”

I scrunched my nose in distaste and rolled my eyes, moving into an upright position. “Still gross.”

As if something occurred to her, she moved to her room and came back with her bag. “You reminded me. I need to check on someone.”

She gave me a kiss before leaving the apartment. I had a feeling she was going to see Miss Crux. Look at her, being a good citizen, listening to Spider-Man. Good for her. (That was sarcasm, in case you didn’t notice.)

I grabbed myself a slice of bread and buttered it. I poured some juice and grabbed the jam from the fridge. I ate in silence.

I was surprised when my mother agreed to check on Miss Crux. She’s never been one to…follow authority. I had assumed she was just saying she would do it but was actually going to lounge on the sofa with a cup of coffee. But when she actually walked out of the apartment and sounds of high-pitched laughter came from Miss Crux’s apartment next door, I was completely baffled as to why my mom did it.

I’m not saying she’s a bad person, she’s not, but she’s not the best in the world. She’s done some things and I think she feels bad about them, I don’t know seeing as she never talks about them. She’s moved on, I guess, from that life. I wouldn’t know. I can only hope that she has.

I cleared away everything I had used and washed my dishes. Even though my mom was feeling like the Good Samaritan today, didn’t mean that she won’t lash out on me as soon as she finds dirty dishes in the sink.

Once all that was done, I decided that I was going to visit Mr Torres — for real this time.

I stepped out and locked the door, slipping the key in my back pocket. I knew my mom had a spare and I just hoped that she hadn’t left it in the apartment. I shrugged the thought off and continued down the stairs.

Mr Torres lives in the apartment below ours and there was a time when my mom and I would constantly visit him, but when time and reality kicked us both in the butt, majority of the things we did together came to a halt.

Was this halt sudden? No, it wasn’t. Was it expected? After a while, yes. There was a time when I stopped inviting my mom to school stuff because I knew she wouldn’t be able to make it. She stopped inviting me to Take Your Kid to Work Day, because I always had homework to do or a book to read or something else. It never occurred to me that maybe we were just avoiding each other. Avoiding the awkward and emotional conversation that would leave us both bawling our eyes out.

We’ve never been those to wear our emotions proud for everyone to see — it’s one of the things we have in common — which is why I think we’ve been avoiding the conversation. It would lead to us openly discussing our feelings. Eww.

I didn’t realise that I had reached Mr Torres’ door. I shook myself off. I raised my hand to knocked on the door but stopped midway. I wasn’t afraid of him. I just didn’t know how he would act, you know having someone be there then disappear without so much as a warning and then poof! magically reappear. It made me feel like dirt.

When I finally knocked on the door, and heard a faint, “Who is it?” I took a deep breath in.

“It’s Michelle. Michelle Jones? Jo’s daughter. I stay upstairs and — ”

The door opened. In all my rambling, I didn’t notice the shuffling going on, on the other side of the door. Mr Torres greeted me with a smile and I gave him a lame one in return — tight-lipped, slightly forced and lopsided — noting that he probably didn’t notice it.

His smile never faltered, even as he ushered me in, even though I knew my way around, I allowed him to lead me. He gestured for me to sit down in the general direction of the chairs. I didn’t sit. I watched as he felt his way around looking for his arm chair, and only sat myself when I knew he was seated. I sat down.

He looked over to where he thought I was, and I shifted in my seat a little just to be in his line of vision. “It’s so good to see you again.”

That stung. I’m not sure if he was saying it out of habit or if he was making a joke or if he thought I forgot about his condition, that made me stiffen and suck in a breath. He must’ve noticed, because he let out a hearty chuckle and tapped his belly. “Only playing, Michelle.”

I nodded knowing full well he couldn’t see me.

Mr Torres was blind. Or visually impaired if you want to beat around the bush. I don’t know for how long, I never asked him. Thought that would be personal and emotional and…feelings. I assume he wasn’t born blind, because he seems to have memorized the layout of his apartment pretty well, seeing as he can get around without a cane.

“Can I help you with something, Michelle?”

It just then dawned on me how quiet I was being. Usually when I initiate a conversation, I know exactly what I want to talk about and I steer the conversation in that direction. But coming down here had been a spur of the moment decision. I had no time to think of what I would say, or do once I got here, and Mr Torres’ unintentional guilt tripping wasn’t making it any easier for me.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “I-uh…I just wanted to talk. It’s been a while and I thought we could catch up.”

His eyes lit up (if that’s even possible) and he gave me an infectious smile. I smiled back even though he couldn’t see it. “I’d like that.”

And so, we talked. He told me about his nieces and nephews, about this lady who visits almost every week to check up on him. About everything I missed out on. And I told him about AcaDec, about how I was named captain and how I might have friends.

He never once asks about why my mom and I stopped visiting and I’m very glad for it because I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it. He seemed to understand because anytime the conversation was headed in that direction, he subtly steered it away. I guess he knew that I’d talk to him about it when I was ready to.

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