#im kidding live your dream idc

[ohposhers]

troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway

[itsalwaysdark]

and also it doesnt even matter if i miraculously get a job tmrw bc we don't have a car . and im too out of shape to walk anywhere bc everything is far away . so i genuinely dont jnow what to do

[dearlyd3parted]

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖: 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🕸️syp: Mark Lee is many things; A 2nd year college student, A stressed Stark Industries intern, Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman, and also your childhood friend. He's also a secret fifth thing, a loser hopeless romantic who's been in love with you for years. Due to his inexperience, it takes him two failed attempts at a confession until the third is finally a charm. 🕸️mark lee x fem!reader - (127 centered) biggest idiots in love u will ever read 🕸️feat: a bit of nct dream, xiaojun from wayv, and yunjin from lsrfm cause mother 🕸️word count: total 26.2k 🕸️warnings: some profanity (mark is very stressed ok), descriptions of injuries (blood, cuts, bruises), light angst, mostly just misunderstandings and such, brief mention of smoking, eventual smut 🕸️authors note: ok i genuinely had so much fun writing this one i love mark so much and i live to push the spidermark agenda. i don't follow any exact mcu plot. just inspired more heavily by tom holland cinmenatic universe! also he has glasses in this fic, i know canonically spiderman has perfect vision but idc i have a nerd agenda to push ;p i've only proofread once, so pls bear with any typos. to my current followers who were waiting on me to post, i spent a lot of time on this one so that is why content is delayed, but i hope it makes up for it! im doing more piwon next! i really like this one and hope u do too. pls reblog and like and follow for more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ 🕸️chapter index: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 tags🏷:

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷: 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 - wc: 8.3k

Mark Lee has always been sure of his identity.

It seems that since birth he has had a very firm grasp on himself, what his personality is like, what he wanted in his future, what he wanted in the very moment. Mark has never been a mystery to him.

When he was in the 6th grade, he knew he was a buzzing personality. He knew he was a jokester, always smiling, always laughing, even when the moment didn't call for it. He knew that he loved to talk about anything, really. He could spend hours talking an unsuspecting classmate's ear off about his favorite subjects (math and english, never science), the video game he just played, or some cool new thing one of his favorite superheroes did.

However, because of his...as one would put it in kind terms, passion for life and anything that excited him slightly, he had a hard time making friends. Sure, he had some, the same handful of guys who had been perpetually stuck with each other since elementary school, but making new ones was the problem.

It was at that point that Mark realized he is also a people pleaser from time to time. Especially at 12 years old when everyone is dying to fit in. So, in order to get some of his peers to find him...not annoying, he tried to mimic their personalities.

Mark amped up the snarky-ness and the sassiness, changed his look to what could best replicate what was popular at the time, and started talking about Tony Stark maybe 30% less (That really was the best he could do).

And surprisingly....it worked. For a bit there, he was thinking he might slowly climb his way up from whimsical nerd to just some dude. God, he wanted to be just some dude so badly.

Then one day he saw you.

You sat alone on the end of a lunch table, a pizza lunchable in front of you as you clicked away on your DSI, seemingly playing...Pokémon? Of course, adorned with a Star Wars backpack sat right next to you. He shuddered a bit at the sight, but not negatively. He just really wished that was him instead of what he was currently doing, trailing behind the kids who play basketball after school with an immense 'cool kid' vibe to them.

Mark took immediate note at how they snickered at you, the word nerd being thrown around being most obviously about you. As he gripped onto his tray, a sly smile masking an internal panic on his face, he figured it was a perfect time to prove himself as he followed his pack leaders.

Mark cleared his throat as he approached you, ready to strike. "Nice backpack, Young Jedi." He snickered, his voice as condescending as he could make it out to be when addressing a really cool backpack.

You paused your game with a swiftness, swiveling around to look at him, not an ounce of offense on your face. Without a beat, your deadbeat expression bounced back.

"Nice bowl cut, loser.”

Needless to say, Mark didn’t make the cut for just some dude. He would be staying a talkative and giggly nerd for a while, he was sure of that fact about himself. He knew that was him. It was okay, though, because he didn’t want friends who he couldn't be himself around. After that whole facade, he knew he wasn’t the nonchalant cool guy he tried to resonate with.

He also knew that after a thorough and heavy apology his friend Taeyong had made him give you, he had just met someone who he resonated with a lot more.

He knew he was your new friend.

(To which you only agreed because of his Captain America themed backpack. Besides, your jab at his bowl cut that truly was awful made it even.)

A year later, he was certain that you were his best friend. Maybe it was a bit selfish that he had so many best friends, you including his flock of seven other boys who had just become stuck to each other.

But…there was something different about you. Like you were his ultra best friend, if thats a thing. After the initial awkwardness of your first meeting, the friendship only soared. Helping each other with homework, rewatching ‘Star Wars: Revenge of The Sith’ for the 30th time, fangirling over Tony Stark and the avengers. He never thought he would meet a girl that understood him so well, and in turn who he understood, too.

Until the 7th grade, he couldn’t quite place what it was that was so different. You were integrated into his group of friends, he didn’t treat you any differently and you didn’t with him. Yet, for some reason, he was happier when you were around, and even happier when it was only the two of you.

His heart was a mixture of things every time he made a joke and you laughed because of him. It had also dawned on him that even if you and him had your many similarities, you were still more reserved and cautious when it came to other people. Despite that, you seemed comfortable around him, enough to confide in him and share whatever you wanted to.

So, when you confided in him tearfully that the boy you had wanted to attend the spring formal with was going with another girl, as your best friend he decided to step in and take you himself to cheer you up.

Seeing you a bit happier at the outcome of that night, wearing a navy blue dress he remembers oh so vividly as the colorful lights seemed to be illuminating your smile, his heart sank to his stomach. That was when it had hit him what had been so different about you.

Mark knew that he liked you. He liked you terribly.

He knew he liked you as he danced with you, his hands tenaciously at your shoulders as you thanked him with a smile for not letting you come alone. He knew he liked ever since you started to feel ‘different’ in the best way possible, and he knew he would keep liking you for a long, long time.

And that is exactly what he did.

Middle school passed by in a flash, and he never liked you any less. In fact it was impossible to not like you more. You, who was always on his side through all his phases, who brought an extra sandwich from home to share with him at lunch, who gifted him the missing star wars comic in his collection for his birthday, who defended him against all the snickers and teases of the rest of the friend group, who was the cutest girl he would ever be blessed to see, who joined the academic decathlon in highschool so he wouldn’t be alone. How could he not crush on you harder?

Just because he liked you so much, didn’t mean that he rushed to act on it. Quite honestly, when he first realized all these feelings were heavy to hold and the only way to let go of them was to confess, he had a nervous breakdown. What would he even say? What would you say? How would he even explain this to you? You were always so headstrong and focused, would a measly schoolboy crush even appeal to you? Was this the end of the world?

Once he calmed down, however, he realized that there was no rush to explain the feelings he himself couldn’t even muster to say aloud. All that mattered is that you were in his life, and he was in yours. And he was pretty damn content with that. Maybe in the future, if he still felt so much and he had gotten much more confident, he’ll be able to tell you. At the moment, 15-year-old and sophomore in highschool Mark had no rush at all.

And then, he was bit by a spider.

Of course, it wasn’t a normal spider. Because god forbid anything ever be normal in Mark’s life. One morning, he woke up with body muscle his lanky limbs did not have when he went to sleep and a strength that broke his desk bunk bed in half. If it wasn’t obvious something was off, his glasses stuck on his hand for the better part of an hour sure confirmed it.

Yup, Mark knew it. He had turned into some sort of a Spiderman.

At least, that’s what he called it. It’s what he decided to go by when a very confused passerby asked him who he was as Mark saved his bike from a thief. A quick sew of some blue and red fabric with a poorly stitched on symbol, and he was putting these powers to test.

He had a good run making a name for himself on Youtube under this ‘Spiderman’ pseudonym. It was a blissful first few months, figuring out the basics of his powers, slamming into the wall maybe only a handful of times, fighting neighborhood crime in a heroic way that he used to only be able to gawk at the avengers doing.

However, ignorance is bliss. Mark couldn’t possibly be ignorant to the way that he was making enemies who didn’t like the interference with their crimes all over queens, and fast. He especially couldn’t ignore it when a particular petty group of criminals had hit rookie Spiderman with everything they had, and the bliss ended as he limped away his first gruesome fight he had managed to win with his life.

As he dragged his way across the city, whimpering and crying as the universe decided to make his first terrible day on the job even worse with rain, he was aware of how roughed up he was, he needed help.

He couldn’t just go to his Aunt and tell her her 15 year old nephew had been putting his life in danger for the last few months. He couldn’t go to the hospital and risk exposing the identity he tried so hard to protect. He certainly couldn’t let his rowdy friends know by showing up to Taeyong’s apartment.

So he found himself barely making it up to your fire escape, knocking with the last bit of strength he had to get your attention from your Calculus homework to his figure in the window. He was limp and a mess of “i’m sorry”’s and “i don’t know where to go”’s as you pulled him in, speechless at the sight in front of you.

You didn’t get angry, you weren’t annoyed, you didn’t ask him a million questions. You only bandaged his wounds, and offered open arms as he cried and cried until he couldn’t anymore.

As Spiderman Mark gripped your hoodie, his tears staining it with salt, he knew he felt safe. God, he always did with you.

He knew that he loved you. Because honestly, wasn’t it impossible not to?

The revelation that he was in love with you didn’t come with much shock, if he asked 6th grade Mark if he knew this day would come, the answer would without any doubt be a yes.

It did come at a turning point in his life, however. He met Tony Stark, got suited up with Stark Industry gear that made every nerd crevice in his mind vibrate, fought with the avengers, nearly joined the avengers, accidentally revealed himself to his aunt, and then his other 7 friends, fought against avenger-level-threat villains, and quickly rose as one of the most famous heroes around.

Throughout everything, he never loved you any less. And even through his trials and tribulations as he settled in this neighborhood Spiderman identity, you never strayed from being his best friend. He didn’t need anything else to feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Except, maybe an answer to the dying question he wanted to know for years and years. Was he just your best friend? Or has he always been something more? On the few times you’ve told him something along the lines of, ‘I will never care about anyone like I do about you, Mark’, (And no, he actually didn’t memorize that one word for word) Did it also mean what he has always meant, or was he just dear to you in the friendliest way possible?

Although Mark was older, 18 years old and graduating from highschool, he still had that same mindset he had as an angsty new teenager. His feelings for you only weighed more and more in tons and tons over the years, especially since he was able to name it as love. Yet, he found it hard to explain why he still hadn’t felt any rush to act on them.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, even if anyone who would hear his logic might think it was. As he watched you say goodbye to peers and friends at graduation from a distance, happiest as ever in your cap and gown as you were set to attend MIT with him in the fall, he knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He dreamt of it some nights, actually. He hadn’t known you his whole life, but for some reason, it felt like you were always there. When he had that stupid bowl cut, when he tried out for the soccer team and made a fool of himself, when he got his first B on an english paper, when he got bit by that spider and bit off more than he could chew, when he was applying for college and decided to major in computer science and engineering, you were there.

As you pranced back to him as you finished saying your farewells, he couldn’t help but think it would always be this way. You had him, and he had you. The night you both graduated, you both sat on a rooftop, staring at queens under you as you shared a pizza. Naturally, it felt like you would always be there. You were just natural.

Despite that, It had been nearly seven years since he first met you. Nearly seven years since he told himself he would confess when the time was right, when he was more confident and hopefully a little bigger.

He was definitely taller, and involuntarily grew some muscle. Luckily, his hair hadn’t seen the after effects of a bowl cut in years. His voice didn’t squeak when he talked to you or any girl for that matter, and he liked to think he was 10% less of a nerd. At least, enough to be charming when it counted.

So as you both left highschool for your first year at NYU, he decided he checked a sufficient amount of boxes to go for it. However, it was clearly going to be harder said than done. Just seeing you the night after he made up his mind that the time has finally come, his forehead was slick with nervous sweat and somehow he walked right into a pole. Your questioning about why his ‘Mark tingle’ hadn’t worked–which is what you had named his 6th spider-sense–didn’t help not one bit.

Truth is, it was terrifying. He didn’t know why. He had fought against intergalactic villains and catched runaway trains with his bare hands. Yet a simple ‘I’m madly in love with you’ was too much for him to handle.

Mark composed himself, running it through his mind during every late night patrol. He was going to do it, and soon. First, he had to get over the initial fear. After that, love sparks would fly.

Soon turned into weeks later, then months, and then an entire year. Before Mark could blink, it was the 2nd year of university and the ‘initial’ fear seemed to be a perpetual one.

In his defense, the first year of college was very busy. The both of you were buried in the books, biochemical and computer science engineering not being easy majors, and of course trying to maintain extracurriculars. Mark with his Stark Industries internship, that both was still a pseudonym for Spiderman duties, and this time around an actual internship he had begged Mr. Stark for. You, with the school's Debate team and interning wherever it counted and wherever paid.

Mark would be a liar if he said there was absolutely no time, though. A plus to the both of you being the unassuming and socially awkward nerds all throughout the years meant that you didn’t peak in highschool. University could be a time to blossom, be more social, enjoy the journey a little more, maybe attend a party or two.

Watching you in this beaming light as you entered a new chapter of your life, an enigma shining more than ever, it only intimidated Mark even more. Which is why his after-graduation-confession plans had stretched out a whole year later.

Mark never felt like he was losing you, though. Losing his mind? Most definitely, but not you. You were closer than ever, Mark was content.

Telling himself that he had you on his side through everything, and he would continue to have just that is what helped him sleep at night. He would stop being a coward eventually, and just like the movies, the sun would shine a halo around you, his eyes would meet yours, and he could finally confess. Time, there was lots of it, right?

Wrong. Again, it seemed like Mark’s reality was always perpetually shifting or going the opposite direction that he was aiming for.

Today, he found himself standing outside of one of the many NYU buildings, waiting for your cell biology class to be done with. It had become a habit to him to make sure you got back to your apartment safely after classes that ran into the evening, claiming that as the resident neighborhood spiderman, it was his duty to escort you. Even though in reality, you were capable of getting around just fine, and this was just another excuse for Mark to spend even more time with you.

He was wiping down his glasses when he heard the door open and you walked out, tired out from a full day of classes. He wasted no time putting on his glasses back on, making sure he caught every bit of you. Mark always thought you looked best like this, hair down and tousled in comfy clothes, today a cardigan and some baggy jeans, the night making your features even softer.

You smiled despite your weariness, waving at him, and Mark smiled right back. “Hi, Mark.” you said, walking up to him as you clutched onto your bag.

Mark reached for it, slinging it over his shoulders, the heaviness of textbooks and all your other supplies being nothing to him. “Y/n! How was your day?” He asked enthusiastically.

You stared at him with those eyes you get, sighing as you looked down. “It was alright…I got assigned two group projects, though. I mean, two, seriously? In the first month of school?” You complained and talked with your hands like you always did when you were angry, as you both started walking, Mark listening to every word.

Mark inhaled sharply, making a face at the thought. “Yikes. Two on the same day is some luck. My operating systems professor said we would have a group project soon as well, but at least we get to choose our partners.”

You pouted up at him, finding your situation unfair. “We can’t even have that luxury. I don’t know any of the people I was assigned with.” You complained with a frustrated sigh.

Mark sympathized with you, knowing how unfortunate that must be, but when you looked so expressive and adorable as you complained, it was hard for his heart to stay still in its cage. “That really does sound like it sucks. I hope they aren’t rude or some slackers.”

You shook your head looking off at the city in front of you, when all Mark could do was look at you. “I don’t think they will be too bad. The group project for cell bio, I got this one guy…Xiaojun, I think, for a partner. He seems like he’ll be a big help.”

Mark’s head tilted, his glasses tilting in the process. “Mm, really? How so?”

You looked at Mark with a pursed smile, shrugging at the recollection. “He’s very receptive, first to offer to help with research. Gave me his number so I could call him ‘if anything’, so I gave him mine as well. He’s nice, a little too nice maybe, but nice.”

Mark felt an uncomfortable lump in his throat, he hadn’t heard of you and any other guy in ages. He didn’t want to. As he took in what you had said, recognizing the name of a pretty well-known school heartthrob, exchanging numbers with him, and even the whispered fact of him being too nice, he didn’t like it. Not one bit. Surely it couldn’t be that this Xiaojun was…taking an interest in you?

Mark had to make sure as he forced down the lump that prevented him from speaking. “Ah…so sounds like…he’s flirting with you.”

You both came to a stop at an intersection. You pondered your words as Mark stared at you, reading your every visible thought. “It seems like it. He’s a nice guy but I'm not interested if that is the case…because…” You said, your words trailing off as you looked at Mark with a distant look in your eye and shrugged after a moment. “I guess, I don’t have a reason to not be interested. Should at least hear the guy out, I suppose.”

Mark’s heart sank to the floor in record speeds. And he’s jumped off of buildings. As the light turned from the orange hand to the walking man, he stalled a few seconds, shaking off this new dread as he jogged a little to match your pace. “H-hear him out? So you…you like him?”

You giggled a bit, shaking your head with a smile. “I didn’t say that. I just met the guy. All I’m saying is I’ve always said no, no, no, and no. Maybe it’s time to move…Uh, I mean, to stop saying no so quickly.”

All Mark could process in that sentence is that there were others that you had to say no to. As he looked down at the sidewalk he was strolling on, his world view seemed to crack a bit. He had always known how amazing you were. Your eyes an ocean he wanted to sail. Your hair framing you in the most flattering way. Your sarcasm and humor that brightens his day. Your drive. Your kindness. Your intelligence. Your generosity. Should he keep going? He could, he could spend days listing everything that was right in you. It had just never dawned on him that other hormonal and sappy guys like him could do the same and act on it. Worse, that you could entertain it.

“As in…look for someone?” Mark asked, his voice sounding pathetic beyond his control.

You sighed, staring off at the distance, not wanting to look at him. “I don’t know…it’s just…something I've been thinking about. It feels like I'm overdue to try my hand at this whole love thing…”

Overdue. Overdue. Is that really how you felt? Mark supposes you have both gone your whole lives without dating someone. At this point in your lives, that can be considered a while. Mark had never felt like he was lacking in that category, love, because he had so much of it for you. You didn’t know that, though, and now you felt overdue.

Mark’s palms were sweaty as he gripped the straps of both of your bags. “There’s…no rush, though, right...?” He questioned, trying to preach his own stupid, stupid anthem.

You nodded, a bit solemnly if he had to add, looking up at him with a strange mix of a smile and pout. “You’re right. No rush.”

Mark sighed a breath of relief. A relief that didn’t last long as you spoke up again. “But there’s also no reason to push it away anymore.”

Mark had so many questions, such as why were you set on ‘pushing it away’ until now, where the hell did this Xiaojun come from, how it can be possible that a certainty he awoke with this morning can crumble a mere few hours later, and how he could possible be so stupid, stupid, stupid, cowardly, and naive?

Mark inhaled a sharp breath, trying to stabilize himself. He wanted to freak out, he wanted so badly to bring the both of you to a halt and grab your hands, begging for you to not even think about this. However, that would also be stupid, and if he showed that he was anything short of understanding during this conversation, you would never share anything like this with him again. Then, he would be completely in the dark about your apparently beginning love life.

“If…that’s what you want.”

Stupid. Idiot. Buffon.

There it was again, that forced smile that Mark was too busy internally panicking to notice himself. “He hasn’t even said anything that confirms the suspicion. But…I’ll see. I’ll figure out what it is that I want.”

Mark nodded, trying to play it cool as his fingernails dug into his palm. He didn’t even notice that you had arrived at the train station, standing in front of the train that took you home.

You looked up at him, smiling softly as you reached up to flick hair out of his face. It didn’t help the melting pot that was his current emotions. “You texted early that you wanted to get an early patrol. You should go get ready. I’ll be okay from here.”

Mark normally would have shaken his head no immediately, insisting that he take you all the way to your front door. Today however, he felt as if the longer he spent around you, the closer he was to losing it. “You sure? I really don’t mind-” is all he managed to say as you cut him off.

“Positive. I can join you on comms later tonight. Gotta get some homework done first.” You said, looking back as the train started to pull into a stop. “You go get ready. And eat something or you’ll be off your game. Last time you went out hungry you nearly crashed in an office window.”

Mark chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking to himself that of course only you could make him laugh and make him want to yell in such a short span. “Aye-aye captain, I’ll do that. You better go before the train leaves.”

You nodded, taking back your bag from him and waving. “I’ll come to yours tomorrow. We have o-chem in the morning. We can swing there?”

Mark smiled, as best as he could by this point, nodding. “Yeah, we’ll swing there. Text me when you’re home.”

You shot a thumbs up as the train doors opened and you rushed to get in. “I will, bye Mark! Careful!”

His heart warmed, you had always told him to be careful, no matter the hundreds and hundreds of times he must have gone out now. It wasn’t enough to make him unball his fists though. “Bye, Y/n.” He said back, missing its added sense of joy.

He watched as you walked in, taking a seat and looking back at him once. He didn’t even have the guts to stand there and watch you leave, looking back twice before he was sprinting up the subway stairs and running down the street.

The slight chill in the night felt even colder as he ran, wind blowing smack in his face, but he kept running until he found an alleyway, running deep into it until he was out of sight, away from any pedestrian eyes. The cuff Mr. Stark had given him came in handy at times like these, when all he wanted to do was be suited up as soon as he could, His heart wouldn’t stop racing as the press of a button had him in his full spider-suit. He tightened his backpack onto himself, and he was off, shooting himself up in the air, and running across a ledge before throwing himself off.

He didn’t even react as he reached closer to the ground than normal, shooting a web to divert his fall just in time. Even when he was swinging way too fast, weaving through buildings and poles and cars. All he could think about you and your words. When he woke up in the morning, he thought he had time, lots of it. Now as dusk falls over and the cars underneath him couldn’t be as loud as his thoughts, he finds out he doesn’t. Or perhaps he did, and now it had run out on him.

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“So, the last thing I said was, ‘I’ll figure out what it is that I want,’ and then we got to the train station.” You finished explaining to your roommate, Yunjin, as she sat on the opposite side of the couch.

You had only met Yunjin last year, but she already felt like one of your best friends you had ever made because of how easy it was to tell her all of your problems. Of course, you already had one of those, Mark Lee, who had been wreaking havoc in your life since you had first caused him to become the laughingstock of the popular kids back in 6th grade. But you couldn’t tell him absolutely all of your problems. Especially the biggest one, that you had always had a strange sense of infatuation for him that you expected to go away, yet here you were.

If you had to pinpoint when it began, you would say when he knocked on your window sophomore year of high school, bloodied and in the famous original spiderman costume. Mark had always been loveable, long before he got bit by that spider. It was what you liked most about him, his ability to always see the positive, to always somehow wear a smile and a laugh. In someone like that, it takes the utmost trust for them to allow the most vulnerable parts of themselves to be seen.

So, it wasn’t the suit that made you realize what you had felt. Even if you had been a major Spiderman fan and the revelation was only a little life changing, that was the last thing on your mind. He was hurt, he was scared, and he needed someone, and his first thought was you.

You thought it was a fluke, feeling so much for someone so unexpected. Surely, it was bound to go away. Yet, it didn’t. The feeling was nagging and adamant, just like Mark, and refused to let go.

After some time, you came to terms with the fact that nothing about it was unexpected at all. Since you met Mark, you spent every waking moment with him. Going to your first hero convention, building the Lego death star you got for your birthday, the school trip to Venice, middle school dances, high school dances, all of it was Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark. Every memory, the good and bad, that held a special place in your heart had Mark. How was he not to become special as well?

You thought about coming straight out with it, hoping to get closure or acceptance or anything that would help maim the feeling of overflowing love. However, Mark wasn’t just Mark anymore, he was Spiderman. While the latter didn’t matter much to you, it had become a part of who he was. With his great powers, came great responsibility. Not just that, but it seemed like him almost dying every other weekend had become his new reality. While it was stressful watching Mark go through all of that, even as you became his girl-in-the-chair of sorts to help him on patrols, you couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for Mark for himself. It felt unfair to throw a confession on top of everything he already had to deal with.

So, you decided if anything were to happen between you two, Mark would have to initiate it.

While you may have kept it better under wraps, Mark always wore his emotions on his sleeves. It would take an outstanding idiot to not notice the way he acted around you. The way his ears go pink before his cheeks do, the way on occasion he’ll forget to respond as he stares in a trance, or he’ll fumble with whatever object he has in his hand. Mark had always had those awkward, loser-ish tendencies, but it was undeniable at how they seemed to be at their worst whenever you were around.

He had to have at least entertained the idea. So, therefore it was just a waiting game. When Spiderman was ready to take that leap, so were you.

You waited, and waited, waited, and waited, and waited some more. Suddenly, the second year of university came, and you were still waiting.

Honestly, it had brought you down that no moves were made as you graduated high school. Needless to say, that the fact he was still radio silent when entering university only made you more discouraged and had you wondering if your premonition was wrong after all.

Your new roommate turned friend, however, was quick to catch onto your gloominess, and almost immediately connected the dots that it was about Mark.

Since you caught her up on everything she needed to know, while of course keeping Mark’s secret locked away, she had become a trusted person to confide in. As opposed to your clear inexperience, Yunjin had more experience on her love life resume, and was always at bay with advice.

Her recent advice being something that she believed would speed up the process, to display your availability, and to flaunt that you were planning on using it. In whatever form that may be.

So, when Xiaojun exchanged numbers with you, (and in your defense, was indeed being a little too friendly) it was the perfect opportunity to test the theory.

That is how you found yourself here, playing the conversation back and forth amongst each other to try and decipher if it worked.

Yunjin groaned, hand coming down to smack the pillow in her lap. “‘I’ll figure out what it is that I want.’ You guys are impossible. It is crystal clear what you both want.” She said with a shake of her head. “Is that really all he said? ‘If that’s what you want?’ How did he…I don’t know, was he panicky or shaky or anything?”

You thought about it with a sigh, shrugging. “I mean, I guess he was a little. At the stop walk he…almost forgot to move? But he had just come from that Stark internship, he’s always like that after it. Like a deer in headlights.”

Yunjin sighed as well, biting her bottom lip in thought. “Okay, this is good. This is a good start. We’ll just have to ramp up the Xiaojun thing and eventually, he’ll be forced to crack.”

You smiled, a little bittersweetly, your hands clenched together. “I hope it plays out like that…otherwise all this for nothing.”

Yunjin could read you like a book, a superpower of hers Mark didn’t always have, ironically. “Not for nothing. You know, you could always say something.”

You looked up at her with a knowing look, shaking your head with a sigh. “You know I can’t. He’s got too much to deal with, he’s literally sp…super busy. With school and the stark internship. I just can’t.”

Yunjin nodded as she stood up, taking the memo not to pry any further. “Alright, I hope this works then, for the sake of you both.” She said as she grabbed your face in her hands jokingly. “Seriously. I’m sick of looking at it.”

You swatted her hand away, chuckling. You hoped it worked too. With your whole being.

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Mark landed on the roof of his apartment that night exhausted from a full day of work followed by an evening patrol. Crime was quiet lately, with his biggest cases today being a measly shoplifter and a cat stuck in a tree. The type of quiet that came before a storm. Mark had too much on his mind to think about that, however. All of which involves you.

He deactivated his suit and found himself back in regular clothes, waltzing his way down the rooftop access stairs, all the way to his apartment on the 6th floor. 

He came in fidgety and anything but calm, seemingly too pumped with adrenaline and emotion to be as tired as he usually is after days like this.

Mark had the opportunity to be roommates with two of his friends, Johnny and Doyoung. Luckily for him and unluckily for his friend, Johnny was sitting on the couch, a gaming controller in his hands as he looked up to see the ball of nervousness make its way into the once mellow apartment. “Hey, Mark.” Johnny greeted, not talking his eyes off the TV. “You wanna play overwatch? Doyoung’s out for the night.”

Mark could barely register the question, his backpack slamming on the kitchen table as he plopped down on the couch next to Johnny. “What? No, no. I’m good, don’t wanna play. I have to talk to you, though.”

Johnny sighed, not taking his eyes off the screen. If his hands weren’t so busy, he’d probably grab his head too. The subject was painfully obvious. “What’s up?”

Mark sat back, looking at the ceiling. “Y/n. I messed up. So bad, dude.”

Johnny nodded, trying to feign surprise. “I see. How is she by the way? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Mark ran his hand through his hair, shooting the back of Johnny’s head a look at the inappropriate question during his time of stress. “She’s fine, dude. She told me something today.” Mark said, taking a deep breath to begin his rant. “You know, I told you…I’m confessing soon. Or I’m planning to. When I work up to it. I thought…shit. I’m so stupid. I thought she’d wait for me. She doesn’t even know, but I thought she’d wait. Apparently, there’s this dumb guy she has a group project with. Xiaojun, that’s his name. He’s flirting with her, I’m assuming. They exchanged numbers and everything.”

Johnny listened with his eyes a little narrowed, nodding in understanding. “Ah. I know that guy. He’s pretty cool.”

The look on Mark’s face couldn’t be described as anything less than offended. “He is arguably not. I mean…I know people must try to hit on her and stuff, but she was like…all cryptic. Saying things like ‘maybe it’s time to not say no so quickly’ and ‘I’m overdue at this love thing.’ She says she doesn’t like him but…she’s…she’s looking to date right? It’s gotta mean that.”

Johnny raised his eyebrows, fighting the urge to keep playing his game or turn and start shaking Mark by his shoulders. “Listen, Mark. Y/n’s a nice girl, full package, great person, gorgeous as well, and a single college student. Dating is kinda what you do. Especially with someone like Xiaojun.”

Mark’s world couldn’t crumble any faster. If only Doyoung was there instead, he at least would have broken the news a little nicer. “Oh, God. Shit. What…what do I do? She’s gonna start...dating.” He muttered with his hands on his face, glasses pushing up to his head.

Johnny stifled a groan. “Mark, you do what you should’ve done years ago. You just tell her, man.”

Mark didn’t like that answer. Of course, it was the only one that made sense, but he was hoping that someone would have some sort of miracle solution. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“Shouldn’t it be though?” Johnny retorted. “I mean, you’ve known this girl nearly half of your life. She cares about you a lot. You see it, I see it, we all see it. A confession isn’t going to break a bond like this, it can’t. You’ve got to know by now that what you’ve got is stronger than that.”

In the eyes of Mark, what Johnny said went against what every imagined worst-case scenario told him, even if logically it had made sense. You weren’t the type of person to cause a grand thing or make Mark feel bad about something so small. That was inherently the problem, however. Nothing about this was small. Small is the last word he would use to describe how he feels about you. You wouldn’t consider small something that could fill every ocean on earth's surface and then some. “How do I even tell her? I can’t just say ‘I’m in love with you.’” Mark argued, his voice sounding more and more pathetic.

Johnny used a brief moment to shoot a look at Mark, his eyes going back to the TV as he finally put his controller down and completely discarded the match he was in, leaning on his knees. “At this point, that’s exactly what you say. Your problem is that you’re trying to make it too grand, too perfect. Y/n has never been the type to be a stickler for that. It doesn’t matter how you do it, it won’t affect the outcome. If the feelings are there, which if you ask me, I think they are, then they’re there. Plain and simple.” 

Mark felt a lot of things, but at that moment defeat was most prominent. He had been imagining for years how he would confess to you. In one fantasy he would buy a billboard in Times Square and take you to see it, or perhaps he would learn the guitar and write you a song. He could make his own advent calendar, buy you a present everyday each specifically curated to your wants, and on the final day, a beautiful piece of jewelry. You deserved nothing short of perfect, but now he had to ask himself if that was really what you would want, or if he’s trying to pull every string he can for it to work in his favor. 

“So, what do I do…?” Mark said quietly, running his hand through dark hair.

“I just told you. Just tell her. Write her a poem, take her to dinner, or just straight up come out with it. Just tell her, as soon as you can, before it’s too late.” Johnny said, a supportive hand patting Mark’s back. “No more waiting. You’ve run out of time. I’ve told you this before, but I promise you it’ll turn out fine.”

It had been a wild afternoon filled with many unwanted revelations and a nasty swirl of emotions, but the quick conversation had brought Mark to the eye of the storm. He was backed into a corner, with only one way out, and that realization had finally dawned on him. “You’re…you’re right. I have to…as soon as I can.” 

Johnny ruffled Mark’s hair, reaching for his controller. “That’s the spirit. You wanna play Overwatch now?” 

Mark shot up and grabbed his bag from the table. “Nah, I’ll pass. I’m beat. I’ll probably just go to sleep, honestly.”

Johnny nodded as he returned his focus back to the TV. “Night, then. Don’t stare at your ceiling all night.”

Mark scoffed as he called from the hallway. “Wasn’t gonna do that. And goodnight!”

1.

He didn’t stare at his ceiling, but he did stare at his desk and lined paper almost all night. Johnny’s first idea of writing a poem was thrown out there randomly, but Mark didn’t think it was half bad. It was a short read on your end, and easy to get the point across without Mark having to do much talking. So, he wrote away, trying various different styles. From haikus to Shakespearean sonnets, to a ballad, each one frustrating him more and more. He even tried to make his usually sloppy writing neater than usual with cursive.

In his last attempt, he decided to ditch all rules of quatrains, lines, and rhyme schemes and instead write whatever he was feeling in a free verse poem. Finally, he felt the poem was right. Enough to say what he needed yet not including the words he needed to tell you himself. With a sigh, he laid out the poem neatly on his desk, ridding all evidence of his struggle the past hour by clearing off all pens and discarding all crumbled up sheets of paper in a trash can.

Mark found himself staring at it over with pride. Was it cheesy? Yeah. Was Mark a hopeless romantic? Certainly. That is just who Mark is, he knows that. After all these years spent with him, surely you know that too by now.

He was drained by this point, his eye lids that have felt stretched open the past few hours feeling too heavy for him to fight against them. Finally, he flopped on his bed, being able to close his eyes and drift to sleep, with plans to give you the poem laid on his desk the next time he saw you. 

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Mark didn’t process that he would be seeing you much sooner than he expected. Soon being the next morning that you had set to head to class together. How could he when he was so out of it? He hadn’t felt as physically and emotionally tired as he did yesterday in a while, which consequently probably caused him to sleep through his alarm the next morning. 

So, he slept like a boulder, missing all of your incoming calls and texts saying that you were headed to him, blissfully unaware of the poem laid out on his desk.

Mark still slept like a baby as you arrived at his apartment, and of course Doyoung had let you in without hesitation. It was completely out of his control as you made your way to his room on a mission to wake him up. Mark stirred awake, slowly and whiny, as you shook his shoulder, your voice quiet yet enough to wake him up gently. “Mark…you overslept. Get up now, so we won’t be late.”

Mark groaned, rubbing his eyes as you stepped away from him, your job complete. In Mark’s freshly awoken state, he didn’t see what the problem was as you browsed around his room while he gained consciousness, eventually pulling his desk chair out to sit at. Sitting down, your curious eyes landed on the only thing that was laid out, his poem. Well, your poem.

He sat up, his hands still attacking his eyes, trying to rub the sleep away, and you were already well into reading it. Your face was a scramble of feelings that only grew in perplexion as you read every last word, and even getting the chance to read it twice before Mark realized. After a particularly effective yawn and stretch, his eyes landed on you with your eyes set on the paper. Only then did Mark shoot up on his feet, his limbs stumbling as he decided if he should play it cool or snatch the paper from your hands, his only thought being, “please tell me she didn’t read it, please tell me she didn’t read it, please tell me she didn’t read it, please tell me she didn’t read it.”

At Mark’s not very subtle reaction, you put the paper down, looking up at Mark from the chair. “That’s…” Is all you managed to say, not being able to choose between the words intense, beautiful, star striking, devoted, or out of place in Mark’s room. So instead, you stayed speechless for a moment, another feeling the poem invoked as you studied his every move. “Did you write that…? For who? Your writing looks different-”

In a split second, Mark was torn between answering your question with a “yes” and several “you, you, you, you, it’s all about you, only about you," ’s which is what he should have done, or lying his head off. 

The image in his mind of you sat in front of him, seeking answers to your questions, looking at Mark like you were searching for something, it seemed to move in slow motion. This was the plan, was it not? He would hand you the poem, and then he would just admit it was about you. You were more than smart enough to piece together what that implied. 

As he cut you off, he hoped that was what came out, a mere couple of words that would be all he needed to say in the moment. However, when has anything ever gone his way?

“I didn’t write it!”

Mark said a little too desperately, wishing he could exit this sack of meat and bones and punch it across the face. “Not my writing. Too neat. I uh…I found it…on my desk! In my coding class! Must be some kind of secret admirer, I think.” He exclaimed, watching as your face went from something that he couldn’t tell was hope to neutrality, drinking in his lie as fast as he had come up with it.

“Oh…well, that’s…wow. They must really like you,” you pondered as your eyes grazed over the paper.

Somehow, the poem that he had poured his heart into for you, had turned into the sign of affection that a made up secret admirer had written for Mark. If you weren’t right in front of him, he’d fall to his knees, grabbing his head in his hands as his first confession attempt results in a failure down the drain. “Yeah…I guess so…”

Turns out, confessing right away was going to be much harder than he imagined.

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chap. 2

chap. 3

[f1rodrigo]

sweet relief | l. norris | part four

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summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

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a/n: hi i'm veryyyyy sorry for how long it took me to get this one up but it has a bit more than the other parts did & its currently finals week so the end of the semester is always very busy so i didn't have much time to work on this. hope you enjoy xx

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[elysiae]

ON-LYNE headcanons based on concept art, songs, and the miniscule info we have on them with a little bit of self projecting and mental illness mixed in

because im techrotted brainrotting over the boys and i love them dearly and im so excited for the technocyte codas i cant take it i need to yell about them (also partially inspired by this post! go check it out its so cool, i love the theories and based a lot of the personality traits off it)

also quick note that we're going under several assumptions here: Gregory V is and has been a shit manager for a while, they know they're being replaced, they live together and are hiding in some corner of Hollvania that's uninfected, and most importantly of all that they're alive and (barely) kicking

(concept art was snatched from the warframe fandom wiki, technocyte coda page)

~5-7min read, long ass text wall warning

ZEKE

he's giving he/they bisexual

definitely has a history of dealing with peer pressure. "never set the trend, follow your own" he is sooo against that go with the crowd shit... which is really funny when you take the infestation into account

chronic depression that's been stuck with him for a while now, but it's spiraled beyond anything he can reasonably manage ("Zeke hungers to unmake himself" can be taken a plethora of ways)

wants to get an eyebrow piercing but Gregory never let him "for his image" (still soooo fucking salty about that)

^ speaking of, he's so salty actually. not to a point of being petty exactly and it's 90% directed at Gregory because he's just so sick of the guy but WOOH can he throw shade

anyway he's giving grunge fashion enjoyer

i know this is semi canon but im leaning into it HE IS 1000% AN AVID FASHIONISTA. and he has some STRONG OPINIONS on fashion trends

if he's not bedrotting, he's trying on different outfit combos. always getting the boy's opinions on them

they don't hire anybody to do their outfits for their shows because Zeke is always on it. he knows everybody's style, what they're comfortable in, and what looks good on them like the back of his hand he frankly doesn't trust anybody else cuz they always fuck it up (see "Zeke has some STRONG OPINIONS on fashion trends")

Zeke SWOONS for Drillbit's fashion sense. when they first met, that was what grabbed his attention: he's so unapologetically himself and the expression through fashion hooked him. (take it platonically or romantically idc)

he loved loved loved being famous at first, but with everything going on he's losing that spark. and it terrifies him because this was his dream for so long

his actual problem (shit manager aside) is that he can't deal with the pressure of being the face of the band. like yeah, everybody plays their part, but he's the leader. if he wasn't the one fully in the limelight, he'd be better off, but he doesn't realise that yet <3

and he desperately needs a break

he's gonna snap soon and it isn't gonna be pretty

whether that ends up in somebody dead, himself dead, him in a mental hospital, or something less extreme, that's a future problem for a future Zeke

DRILLBIT

PUNK KING

there's a running joke he has psychic powers. it's like he just reads everybody's mind. he just KNOWS??? it creeps the other boys out sometimes

would be an awesome therapist

studied psychology in university for 2 years before dropping out because he didn't have the time needed to really dedicate to it

(plus i mean, he's already living the life as a singer, no point in getting a degree he might never use)

had really bad scoliosis as a kid, uses a brace to try fixing it

^ his posture is awful

^ ^ he hates chairs, especially ones without cushions/padding. most uncomfortable shit ever

^ ^ ^ unfortunately Gregory never fuckin listens to him so he has to suffer almost every event

shorter than Harddrive (6'1) & Zeke (5'11), but wears platforms so he looks like he's the tallest

DJ is always stealing his spiked bracelets. it used to annoy him but he gave up after figuring out they'd always magically reappear on his dresser a couple days later tops.

he's always going after Packet for his posture. "buddy you don't want to end up like me, trust"

definitely an astrology fan. not like full on believing in it, he's not an astrology girlie, but he finds it cool. has tarot card sets

i feel like he'd be interested in witchcraft too, but it's something he keeps very, very close to his chest. not even the boys know

deliberately pushes his luck with Gregory. as the 'token alt' he gets away with more, and he's trying to see how far he can go with it before Gregory shuts him down. it started after the whole Zeke eyebrow piercing shitshow.

listen, Zeke is his best friend and he's happy for him, but man, does he want to be in the spotlight. i mean, face of the band, the 'leader'. if Zeke were to step down or something happened, Drillbit would snatch the opportunity SO fast.

he knows Zeke's problems better than Zeke himself does lol, he's been trying to subtly convey that for months now. Zeke isn't the only one, though

Drillbit always had this sixth sense when it came to everybody else's feelings, he always felt them stronger than his own like the shore of the peaceful beach swept over with a tsunami.

sometimes it makes him physically ill.

empathy. but it's something more than that

right now, emotions are high, overwhelming, suffocating from all corners and he's drowning in the tides.

HARDDRIVE

this might be a little heavier sorry in advance

contrary to the implications of "he really knows how to treat a girl and make her feel like she’s the only one in the world!", he has actually never had a girlfriend last more than 3 weeks

not because of anything he's doing. he just has a knack for getting really shit partners

he's gay, but extremely in denial for the LONGEST time and trying to come to terms with it

so emotionally intelligent? if you're going to have a late night deep talks, it's going to be with him. guaranteed. he thinks a lot about things

maybe a little overprotective of the boys? just a smidge.

he's a cuddly teddybear yes, but he could still 100% kick your ass if deserved (but would feel guilty for weeks)

used to have stagefright. Zeke and Drillbit helped him come out of his shell in that regard, but he still does freeze up sometimes when he remembers he's on stage. in front of millions of eyes.

cottagecore energy. enough said.

shares rings with Drillbit all the time (insert marriage joke here)

he can carry all of the members around easy peasy and has done it to all of them at least once on camera. there's sooo many memes about it all over the internet

never escaping the perfect husband material allegations (truth)

he doesn't really mind the fame... but he's also not entirely sure about it. he preferred being a smaller band, when he didn't have to hide his face and deal with fans every time he went out.

part of him wants to leave, but he's torn between his loyalty to on-lyne, more specifically his friends and memories in it, and freedom. but with being such a well known figure, he knows it isn't that simple.

there is no freedom. he hit the scene, there's no turning back.

he'll always be Harddrive, wherever he goes.

PACKET

aroacespec. demiaroace maybe. havent quite decided

not gonna lie i do not have many ideas for him, but that is the most demiboy to ever demiboy. i mean come on, PACKET as a stage name?

im sorry the name Packet had to come from an inside joke or something

has had like 50 different hair colors over the course of his life. this is his natural hair color though because he needs to give his poor hair a break (SAME BUDDY)

inattentive ADHD. nothing else to add there

UNGODLY SLEEP SCHEDULE. stays up to stupid o' clock gaming. you need to talk at 3:08am? he's awake!

might be biased from this post but he's giving "cute unsuspecting guy knows a lot of really concerning things" (how to hide a body, all kinds of manipulation tactics, how to kill a person in various ways, how fast bodies decay, must i go on)

^ hes a writer. he writes fanfics and posts them under another name, i dont make the rules

you'll hear him cackling at 2:47AM and i can almost guarantee it's because he's laughing at terrible reader x on-lyne fanfics

sorry but my king here looks like his mom dressed him and i think Quincy would have a heart attack if he saw him. Zeke sure did when they first met (Zeke is singlehandedly carrying his fashion on live performances)

(OK THIS WAS A LITTLE MEAN BUT THERES WAYS I WOULD PERSONALLY DEFINITELY FIX IT)

Zeke probably gave him a whole ass makeover. took one look at him and was like hell No you need to learn how to style your outfits or i will die (exaggerated but as a fashion enjoyer i feel u Zeke)

he's 70% of the reason Zeke doesn't trust anybody else to do their outfits because of how awful his sensory issues are. everybody else fucks it up and he can never make the full show without a meltdown

people seem to think he's a lot younger than he is and it drives him fucking crazy because nobody listens to him (the boys do though <3).

there used to be a serious infantilizing problem in the fanbase but on lyne managed to nip it in the bud for the most part.

he has dissociating problems, running on autopilot sooo much. forgets he's a person. so easily lost in conversations. you know how it is!

listen this might just be my love for horror, inspo from this post again and (probably 80% of it) an au i've been writing recently... but he's giving uncanny valley. unintentionally freaks people out.

like he has problems. everybody has their problems but there might actually be something Severely Wrong with his mental, but whatever the hell it is, nobody really knows??

he's still an awesome guy; smart, friendly, incredible mediator, there's zero doubt in anyone's mind he loves the boys

but its not just what he knows and has researched that's strange.

it's the way he switches up so fast when somebody walks up to him. the wildly different traits he shows for different people. the way common morals dont seem to be something natural to him, but he makes an effort to look like it is even with a lack of passion. it's the fact that despite being a mediator and being so 'empathetic' with the boys, he's very... emotionally cold in other departments. his behavior like a lightswitch, two completely wildly different modes

with everything going on, i don't think they ever will really know what's up with him. just gotta hope it doesn't get worse, whatever it is, and that he's okay

"don't hate the hacker, hate the code", amiright

(as a small a/n i have actually not decided what is up with him. because in the au i wrote---and what led me to get attached to these boys---hes a fanatic cult follower who's barely clinging to the ropes of sanity because shit just got that bad. will be doing research so i dont stereotype whatever i end up attributing to him :thumbsup:)

DJ RoM

first of all.

🏳️‍⚧️ . i know what you are DJ. they/he user spotted

does not gaf about Gregory's whole "hide all this stuff about yourself for your image" shtick, they're always making trans jokes

i know their fan site page says he's "soft spoken and quiet" but i look at them and can't help but think they'd say the most unhinged things.

and you think he's bad on camera? they're worse off camera <3 Zeke may be the one flirting with everybody but this guy? THIS GUY is a different level if you know what i mean

naturally blond but started getting grey hair from stress and just ran with it. eh they stand out more who cares

definitely has busted hearing

they have tinnitus. it drives them crazy. usually they just tune it out, but there's times where it seriously gets under their skin and you can TELL

very sound sensitive. misophonia moment

out of everybody they NEED to have a good 10 hours of sleep or they will NOT be able to function. (unfortunately i imagine considering the circumstances, he probably hasn't had enough sleep in a good few months at least)

he has so many different kinds of sunglasses. the regular ones in their art, but also heart shaped, star shaped, probably more fun shapes too

horror enjoyer, especially analogue/psychological. stuff that messes with your head.

super fast learner, especially musically

probably multilingual but as for what languages they know i'm not sure lmao

you know all that advice that's like "when somebodys making fun of you take it really well and laugh with them, and the bully will move on because youre not a fun target"? yeah this guy. living proof it works (for the record i dont actually know if it works, he just has this vibe)

i have a feeling he's gone through some really traumatic things. like, before the techrot takeover and maybe even before meeting the boys

he's seen shit and at this point it's really, really hard to make him flinch.

but theyre so chill about it that youd literally never guess

Drillbit's been trying to get them to open up and talk for years now it feels like, because he's not just seeing a mental decline, he's seeing a physical one. they all are seeing it

and it scares them

... i think thats my longest post yet lmao. anyway they're hot and they better not die in an upcoming update and we better be able to KIM message them or i'll wail. my favorite band of introverts that look like extroverts and accidentally got famous and dont know wtf to do with themselves because theyre BEYOND 6 feet deep in this shit now

k peace im going to bed... feel free to throw out thoughts on these guys bc i need more content of them (and i need more harddrive headcanons)

[bluewormonastring]

My live reactions to season 2 (episode 1)

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY KIDS READ AT UR OWN RISK

Holy shit I’m so excited

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oauxbwkxjwhz

LOVE THE BLACK SCREEN W A SHARP CUT TO THE BEACH 10/10

OMG WE GET THE STEDE AND IZZY BEACH SWORD NOW? SO SOON? YOU SPOIL ME OFMD

Omg he’s been stabbed this is for sure a dream sequence

STEDE THATS MURDER EVEN IF ITS JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“You absolute twa….” BEST DYING WORDS EVER ILY IZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER

THE SLOW RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG

AND STEDES FACE AND HIS VOICE AND AWW BABY

AWWW THE WAY THEY CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER

“BABE” HA FOWIHXBWNA I WAS NOT PREPARED

“I KNEW YOUD FIND ME LOVE”

“Fuckin love the beard mate”

Oh we’ve started farting lovely

OH MY GOD I WASNT PREPARED FOR HOW ID FEEL WHEN IT CUT TO HIM WITH EVERYONE AWW MY BABIES IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

“Cant be worse than you moaning ‘Ed oh ed’ all night” ILY PETE

Iconic title screen as always

“DEAR ED” AHHHH

SPANISH JACKIE ILY

Instantly taking an interest in the Swede as we knew would happen but still iconic

Ugh I love Leslie jones did I mention I love Leslie jones

Nat looks so scared aww baby

I love wee John being security

And host stede aww baby

I live for black Pete dealing with working in customer service

And all of them tbh

Aww poor buttons he needs his ocean and Livy

I’m ngl for a second I was like “where’s Fred armisen- oh wait”

ITS THE I THINK OF YOU OFTEN LINE YESS

HELLO YES I ADORE IZZY HANDS HE CAN DO NO WRONG IDC WHAT YOU SAY IVE MISSED MY BABY BOY

Ahh the wedding

“Demon? *shakes head* I’m the fucking devil” AHH

Guys were only 6 minutes in and this post is already long as shit so buckle up (if ur actually reading it lmao my ass would be like nope too long”

THERES MY VICO HELLO VICO ILY AND MY JOEL FRY ILY BABIES

Ah yes ye olde put trauma in a box in lock it

Awww fang baby boy someone give him a hug find him Lucius

Omg it’s the “you dumped him” scene

“Did everyone get some cake” because he’s still our precious little angle

HE JUST SNORTED RHINO HORN IS THAT A THING WAS THAT A THING IN HISTORY HUH

NO ITS THIS SCENE I DONT WANNA WATCH MY BABY BE SAD

Yes hello I love Izzy hands I would protect him with my life little baby boy

Vico looks so done w his ass

Someone give my baby a hug

Ily fang

The tears in his eyes during “unhand me” aww Angel

AWW IZZY

CONNOTHAN O NONNATHAN WE LOVE YOU YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY UR ABSOLUTE PERFECTION YOU ANGEL

I love the friendship Jim and that girl have

Oh shit Jackie

“BOO CAKES” JACKIE

Stede honey you’re not intimidating

“I know that guy we had breakfast together” “you’ll be having a lot of breakfastes together” “oh okay 🙂” ily Swede

HIM DOING AN ED IMPRESSION LMAO “could be. Could be mate.”

“You’re my hero” 😞😕🙂😏

Swede bein a cute lil double agent

AWW SWEDE “my time with Jackie has been the happiest of my life. Her love has helped me locate parts of myself I didn’t even know existed and reclaim others that I have long missed” ILY

“Tonight is my turn to perform the husbandly duties”

“That’s another toe” ED YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

“Who am I to you” aww Izzy Angel baby he’s accepting it OMG “I have love for you Edward” IZZY YOURE SAYING IT OUT LOUD IM SO PROUD OF YOU BUD

IZZY YOU DID NOT JUST SAY TALK IT THROUGH YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA

OMG AND THE SHIFT IN THE MUSIC AS SOON AS HE SAID IT

IZZY RUN

RUN MY BABY BOY RUN

“As a crew” OH EDDDDD

ED DONT POINT A GUN AT JIM

OR ANYONE ELSE

THAT INCLUDES YOURSELF EDWARD TEACH BORN ON A BEACH

“They think ya crazy” cackling his face omg

Go taika absolutely slaying this scene

The way the camera is all like jittery is so good

Jim’s like “beard” makes their chin look like… not caved in but idk like it looks like they have a rly bad overbite yk

“Everyone knows why” “I don’t. Enlighten me” “your feelings for stede fucking bon-“ *GUNSHOT* ARE U SHITTING ME EDWARD NO WE DO BOT SHOOT FRIENDS

OH MY GOD HE MADE FRENCHIE FIRST MATE HOLY SHIT

Oh my god Izzy my poor baby Izzy oh my god how dare you hurt my Izzy

LMAO SWEDE

“FUCK THOSE HAMMIES UP” LMAO

There’s like no way there’s actually anything valuable in that chest

WE GOT TO SEE HER TAKE A NOSE FOR THE NOSE JAR YESSS

OH SHIT INDIGO

“Now give me back my blue shit STEVE”

Susan’s hot

DONT HURT SWEDE

Oh good okay we’re cool

I feel like she’s lying tho

But for now we’re cool

AWW FANG

AWW JIM COMFORTING FANG

“WANNA HEAR THE STORY OF THE WOODEN BOY” AWW

Living for vico using they them for the puppet

“DO THE VOICE” AWW

OMG VICO THATS ICONIC

AWW YAY THEYRE LAUGHING NOW THOSE ARE MY BABIES YAY

Living for buttons reuniting with the ocean

Okay roll credits cheers yall see you next episode

[spiralescalators]

episode 8!!

- his secret is going to change to her secret at the end mark my words

- i was burning insideeeeee stop

- ok this is embarrassing but great yes keep talking

- nooo birthday gift gate is so sad, be nice to your mom seunghyo

- this dad is so boring. Everyone needs to get drunk and yell in this house like seungryos family

- omggggg these kids are sooo everything to me they really sell it. Baby seungryo is the cutest thing I’ve seen

- hahaha this is like one of us from mamma mia! 2 here we go again love

- I support her right to look cute bc she wants to but her dress was prettier yesterday

- their banter is everything I hope they don’t stop talking again

- lmao expiration date lovelovelove

- she’s down bad

- is this shop lady a cameo? I don’t know her but still I laughed

- I’ve got butterflies too omg

- these pushups are embarrassing get up. Idk why but I really can’t stand Mr reporter

- the return of the English 🙄 please not again

- this crop sweater is very weird

- fuck off ex bf. u can’t do this. Also he’s so boring do something interesting with ur face

- who’s gonna drink this auspicious milk by accident. Chekhov’s expiration milk

- this argument is needed, let’s clear the parenting air. No no what do I mean live like me???? Guys no this is bad

- yes dads! Let’s get emotionally vulnerable

- ok im bored now, lily of the valley we get it

- idk what’s going on with this sickness argument. Seems like a portent of bad things to come

- no I don’t like this love triangle vibe. Get out of here Mr guy

- moms friends sons ex girlfriend is so hot

- yes boy! The reason I can’t be seokryos friend isn’t bc she’s a women it’s bc she’s seokryo yes yes yes yes

- wait she still didn’t tell her parents about cooking

- oh this is a shit show

- 😬

- dongjin now is not the time go to your room

- she’s such a dream girl

- so this is why he’s got a kitchen

- idc about the paramedic news story

- divorce :(

- this guy can’t walk around without thinking about her. Oh no Mr man step off. We’ll serve you with love and care no thank you

- haha seunghyo killing this man in his mind during a meeting

- wtf contrivance rat poison?

- oh no these guys don’t have business talking without her

- this is #uncomfortable guys get out of the kitchen

- shut up about healthy shit shut up ahhhhhh toy story ahhhhhhhhh get fucked Mr us

- love moeums dinner sweater. Love her. She could have easily been the lead of this show actually #i t g I r l

- “I’ve never seen her impressed with a real man”moeum lesbian confirmed.

- ideal relationship? Then why’s it over?

- no no no no sickness no no no no

- ah fuck.

- hate x20000000000000

- seung hyo 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[royjamierot]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!!

thank you @movepastit and @23meteorstreet for tagging me!! sorry this is a bit old

were you named after anyone?

my middle name is from my great grandma :)

do you have kids?

nope

do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah, especially with my dad, he's a very sarcastic guy. i get my sense of humor from him.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

hmm honestly probably how gay they look? 😭 like my social life is a constant game of 'how much of myself can i be around this person'

what's your eye color?

brown

where were you born?

in the same state i live in currently

scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings, im in no way a horror girlie it's my least favorite genre of movie

any special talents?

not particularly, i like to think im decent at writing and drawing

what are your hobbies?

i love writing and drawing, also theatre too

have any pets?

not anymore, no, but i had a dog for like 14 years

what sports do you play/have you played?

i used to play soccer i loved it so much

how tall are you?

5'7

favorite subject in school?

choir

dream job?

writing for film and television

when was the last time you cried?

two days ago when i saw a sad TikTok

tagging @selffagellation @punishercd @secondhandsentiment @shrack @picture-me-in-the-trees @just-a-leech-boy and whoever else wants to do it idc :)!!

[v14-sewers]

15 questions

thanks for the tag @elmaxlys 💕

Were you named after anyone?

No

When was the last time you cried? 

Hmm maybe like a month ago...? Been a while!

Do you have kids?

Bitch do i look like-

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yea ig

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes and smile. I even forget people's faces, but still remember details in their eyes or the shape of their incisors or some shit. When I think of my friends, I picture the way their faces scrunch up when they smile. I love life

What’s your eye color?

Brown eyes gang raise up 💪 (from @elmaxlys)

The brown eyes gang has risen up !!! Mine are veeery dark to the point my friends were having a laugh at how they couldn't see my pupils when we were studying neurology lol

Scary movies or happy endings?

1- why can't a scary movie have a happy ending? 2- why do tragic endings have to only be in scary movies? 3- depends on my mood and rn it's scary with happy end (from @elmaxlys)

Exactlyyyy i completely agree. Though fundamentally I would have to choose scary movies over happy endings ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ love my blood and guts too much to pass the opportunity ><

Any special talents?

Not really lol. Managing to make friends whilst being socially awkward something something adhd chick magnet

Where were you born?

At a hospital

What are your hobbies?

WRITING (PLEASE GOD LET ME WRITE FOR ONCE HOLY FUCK), reading, making bracelets, sewing (with my mom<3), consuming and creating art in general <3

Have any pets?

My one and only darling 10yo babyboy cat Hórus u are the love of my life. he gave a bath yesterday (he licked me for 15 minutes straight and i ended up smelling like garbage). he's also my fat little boy yes u are yes u are im crying just thinking about him hes the love of my life and he loves me soooooo much all the scratches are worth it when he curls up beside me<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

What sports do you play/have you played?

sigh... handball, volleyball, swimming, martial arts (a few)... i fucking hate sports </3 swimming is fun as an activity, not as a sport. and martial arts are fun from like a choreography standpoint. i cant stand touching people. or things. especially balls. or people with balls. and people's balls.

How tall are you?

about 164cm, maybe more idk idc

Favorite subject in school?

Math. and now... pathology ig????

Dream job?

Something that allows me enough free time and funds to concretize my daydream with @tsukun-e. But like fr i would love to open up corpses for a living that would be cool as FUCK. i've been discussing my work-related needs with friends and tbh i just want something that's mentally stimulating enough (difficult puzzles to solve !!!!) while giving me some breathing room (whether by work hours or by physical labor, but i cant have it be too strenuous ykno? i got disabilities and shit). fyi the daydream also consists of me writing to my heart's content – def doing that on the side

im tagging @tsukun-e and @fawntastic !!

[fire-but-ashes-too]

thank youuuu!!

i think i did one with one of my OCs over here (please check it out im really proud of it eheh) but never done this for myself!

*cracks knuckles* here we goooo

are you named after anyone?

yes and no, i just so coincidentially happen to be named after my maternal great grandmother, tho it wasn't intended (at least, not that i know of)

when's the last time you cried?

a few nights ago after i woke up from a nightmare where i had a spider on my feet biting me. dont ask. i panicked.

do you have kids?

nope and i dont intend on having any.

do you use sarcasm?

every day. as much as i can. my beloved sarcasm <3

what's the first thing you notice about people?

not the first thing i notice probably, but the one i remember more vividly, is the voice. i have a sound memory (is that how you call it? i cant remember) so i do this thing sometimes when im bored where i say the same sentence in my head over and over, each time in a different person's voice.

what's your eye color?

very boring brown. my right eye has slightly more greenish tones in it tho.

scary movies or happy endings?

uhmmmmm nice question id also like to know. no idea, it varies from time to time, as long as it's good idc. (rewatching rw&rb for the second time atm hehe)(why did i notice just now that in the red room scene the portrait behind alex while he's waiting for henry is ALEXANDER HAMILTON??? my internal theatre kid is screaming)

any special talents?

I HAVE DOUBLE JOINTED FINGERS. MY THUMB CAN GO UP AND DOWN AND APPARENTLY ITS SCARY BUT ITS SO FUN. and i can bend my fingers more than normal.

i also have a very quick memory and can loop my tongue.

where were you born?

here where i live, in verona :)

what are your hobbies?

an infinite moltitude of things. too many to count.

painting, drawing, writing (duh), reading, doing absolutely nothing, crocheting, doing clay stuff, baking/cooking, making plans on how to jump out of a winfdow in case lessons get too boring, learning progressively concerning and detailed facts about literally anything, acting and watching musicals. that's all that comes to mind rn.

do you have any pets?

none sadly, i've wanted a cat for a very long time, then a rabbit, a hamster, a fish, etc. my parents were always either allergic or against having a pet so i never had one.

any sport you play/played?

im an aerialst! i do aerial silks and aerial hoop and i like to think im pretty good at it (modesty aside its probably the first sport i've ever really been great at so.. yeah.)

when i was little i tred volleyball (a disaster), gymnastics (again, a failure), swimming (not bad but i didn't like it that much), skiing (i only went on winter break tho, and i absolutely despised it, although i won a couple races) and... yeah that's all i've done more than a couple lessons at.

how tall are you?

1,60. short. i think.. 5.2? i use the metric system sorry haha

what's your favourite subject?

uhhhh probably history... yeah. it's the only subject that the more you go into it the more interesting it gets, and it doesnt really grow harder like maths you know.

what's your dream job?

definetly acting. the idea of telling stories by becoming part of the story feels so amazing to me.

the ultimate-dream™️ is acting in a film/series based on a book. the fact that someone views and pictures you as a fictional character, as a character people read about, and talked about... best thing ever.

that's it! thank you so much for reading this far :D

gently tagging @holdmyteaplease @the-chaotic-writer @alhyastarain @jaxypaxyhaxy @dancinginsepia @a-k-oblackhat @ember-writer @justremuslupininamask @ashwithapen @aspiringfictionwriter @yesireadbooks @guessillcallitart @mychemicalwhatever

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

@kaiarchives tagged me in this game that I haven't had the pleasure of seeing before, so that's exciting. The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last Sunday. I don't think it was for any particular reason, I just had a headache and was feeling down.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played a bit of a football as a kid and a bit of volleyball for school. I also did range shooting in my tween years.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Quite a lot. I've been trying to cut back and be a bit more genuine, but my habit for being sarcastic and my generally low moods have given me a bit of Resting Bitch Voice, so people don't always pick up on it.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Facial shape I think. Before I learn someone's name I generally remember them by the shape of their jaw and cheeks.

7. What's your eye color?

Blue, but it's a kinda greyish blue.

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

I like scary movies with happy endings. Give me protagonists who face down with the worst of humanity or the nasties of the world and come out alive and swinging, if not a bit traumatized.

9. Any talents?

I'm told I have a way with words. In general I don't believe in talent in the "innate skill" way though.

10. Where were you born?

Oslo, Norway.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, movies, video games (mostly strategy and roguelikes,) I used to sing in a choir and I kind of want to get back into that.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. Haven't really had the opportunity to, but I'd like to get a dog someday.

13. How tall are you?

178 cm, so... what, 5'10?

14. Favorite subject in school

Language and it's not close at all. Social Sciences as a second place I suppose.

15. Dream Job?

Author. Give me a way to live from writing and I'll churn out books at a brazen clip. It might drive me crazy, but it'll be worth it.

As for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter @shay-puppitty @longwuzhere @indigostudies @an-elegant-void @mjjune @marlenadutch @fire-but-ashes-too @meerawrites @sparrowrising @silverslipstream @floweryprosegarden @the-secondborn-of-seven @chishiio @a-had-matter

[arcsin27]

Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

[xx-narcissa]

Handsome Stranger

warnings: cheating, alcohol, slight violence

a/n: i can’t get enough of ikaris….. idc what the prompt is just give me ikarisssssss. and sorry if the end is a little cheesy, i’m just tired and i want to write something stupidly happy for once

pairing: Ikaris x Black!Reader

summary: Your ‘knight in shining armor’ saves you from quite possibly the worst decision you’ll ever make. (Set in 1960s New York)

disclaimer: i obviously don’t know what life was like in 1960, because i obviously have not lived in that time and im not about to ask my grandma what it was like just to write fan fiction. so if anything is inaccurate, i apologize and please point it out in a respectful way so i can see if i can fix it.

masterlist

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The music was loud and it seemed like the chatter was louder. Yet all these noises were drowned out as you felt the impending doom resulted by your inability—and fear— to say no. Your friends wanted a fun night out, celebrate you all being unmarried. Since you know, you’re going to be married pretty soon. They were winking at all the nice looking young men, while you were just dreading going home.

“Excuse me for a minute, I’m just gone go to the bathroom.” You excused yourself from your friends and headed towards the exit, figuring you’ll just apologize and explain the next time you guys got together. You just had to get out of there, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly stuffy.

As the chill, night air hit your dark skin, you wondered what your life was going to be like. When you were a young girl, people always told you you were so so pretty, so you’d have a nice husband and have some pretty kids and be a pretty little wife. You didn’t even mind the thought of having a husband and a family. If anything, it was your dream to have a nice family. Grow old with the man of your dreams, watch your kids grow and marry and start the cycle again.

And you were so close to having that too. But this wasn’t the man of your dreams. If anything he was the man of your nightmares.

Always drinking, always whining and nagging and complaining. ‘The chicken’s dry’ ‘The blanket’s cold’ ‘My feet hurt’. It wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t every minute of every day. When he wasn’t working, he was home bothering you. Which is the only reason why you joined some knitting club and met your now friends. Who weren’t even that much of your friends. Just some women you gossiped with and ate lunch with to keep you busy.

Too busy wishing you could turn back time and relive your life, you weren’t paying attention to what was in front of you. Most people could tell you were lost in thought, and moved out of the way, but it seems you weren’t the only one stuck in your head. You shook your head and registered what just happened.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Here, let me help you.” The man you had ran into extended his hand out for you, and you took it without thinking.

You stood straight and dusted yourself off, and looked up to get a good look at the man. His blue eyes stuck out to right away. Then his sharp defined jaw and the stubble that covered it. Next his hair, and the one small blonde streak. “I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I didn’t do it on purpose, I promise.”

He laughed and gave you a once over, as if you were sizing each other up. “No, no. It’s alright. I guess we both just weren’t paying attention. But, uhm,” He cleared his throat and got lost in your dark brown eyes, “What’s your name? I can’t help but notice that you’re just, so beautiful, and I’ve got to know more.”

A smile creeped onto your lips at his compliment and you had to remind yourself that you were an almost married woman. “I’m (Y/N). And what’s your name, Mr. Handsome?” Oh, no going back from that one.

But it got a smile out of him, and that was enough for you to not immediately walk away. “I don’t know, I think it’s a little more interesting if I don’t tell you. Keep it a secret.” He reached out and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. “But I’d love to tell you over a drink.”

Forget that stupid fiancé of yours. You were about to catch yourself a white man.

“Of course. Why don’t we meet back at this very spot tomorrow, at 5?”

“Sounds like a date, (Y/N).”

-=-

The two of you walked down the street with interlocked hands as you searched for a suitable place for your date. You got stares, but you didn’t care and neither did he. You guys were just basking in each other’s presence, even if you met yesterday and you didn’t know his name. But things just felt right with him.

He found some quaint little coffee shop, and brought you inside. As you enjoyed your cup, letting the warm drink soothe your insides, you noticed him watching you with a ravishing curiosity.

“What? Did I spill any on my dress? Shoot, this is my sisters dress.” You put down the cup and began searching the light blue dress for any stains.

“No, you haven’t spilled anything. I’m just admiring you. The dress really matches well with your skin. And I’m just trying to learn more about you. You can learn a lot about someone from their body language, and I can tell you’re a very interesting character.” He smiled as you tried to avert your eyes from his gaze, but somehow they always ended up looking back up at him.

Eventually, you stopped trying to fight it, and the two of you just made eye contact. Neither one of you daring to blink or speak. “You know how else you can learn about someone? Their name. Unless I’m meant to just call you ‘The Handsome Stranger’ the rest of my life.” You decided you’d take charge and break the tense, yet strangely comforting, silence.

“Rest of your life? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hinting at wanting to spend the rest of your life with me.”

He kept finding ways to be slick and twist your words back at you. It’s rather annoying, but it seems like a trait you may just grow to admire. “Maybe. If I knew your name. I mean, I couldn’t marry a man if I didn’t know his name. What would I do if I needed you? Scream?”

“Sure. I’d come rushing in to see what would be the matter. And even if nothing’s wrong, I’d still get to see your beautiful face again.”

“Such a charmer.” Your tone indicated sarcasm, but you meant it. He was very charming. Very bold. Different. At least different than what you’re used to. But a good different. All the other men you’ve talked to all were shy and too afraid to simply be straight with you and get to the point. And while some people like that, others don’t. You fall into the latter category apparently.

But this man in front of you, you liked him. He was different than the rest and you wanted him. And if he was going to play this type of game with you, then you were going to play right alongside him. It does take two to tango after all.

-=-

For the next week, you saw this man everyday. On that same street corner at the same time, 5 o’clock. It was Friday again, making this officially a week since you first met him. Every second when you were with him, he managed to find new ways to take your breath away. Sometimes literally. On Wednesday, it began to rain while you walked through the park, and he gave you his jacket to cover yourself. You thought that was the end of that, until he picked you up and ran to find you some cover. It had caught you by surprise, momentarily knocking the wind out of you.

Today, you were at the street corner, waiting for him. It was 5:10, and he was never usually late. And he always came from a different direction every time, so it’s not like you knew where to look for him. You got excited when you felt a tap on your shoulder, but the excitement quickly faded when you turned around and saw John, your fiancé, staring you down. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, me? I’m-I’m just waiting for the girls. That’s it.” You stammered, trying not to appear guilty.

He looked you up and down and scoffed before digging into his coat pocket and pulling out a flask. “Well, I’m off early today. Somethin’ weird goin’ on at factory. Had to shut everything down. I was just on my way home and I seen you. Your friends can wait, let’s go home and spend some time together. It seems like we never do that anymore.”

John took a big gulp of his flask and frowned, shaking it to check if it was really empty. He sighed as he closed it and put it back, then focusing on you again. Great, he was drunk. He was always worse when he was drunk. “Oh, (Y/N). It’s like I never see you anymore. I’m always workin’ and you always with your friends. Let’s just be together. I mean, we’re getting married! We should act like it for once.” He grabbed your arm and tried to pull you with him, but you fought against him with everything in you, being careful not to make too much of a scene.

“No, John. I don’t want to go with you.” His eye twitched at your defiance, and you took a few steps back. “M-me and the girls have been planning this for some time now. So another time, alright? Not today. I’m busy, can’t you see? Go home!” He didn’t like it when you raised your voice at him.

He shoved you down and began pacing back and forth, ignoring the stares and gasps and whispers as everything began to unfold. “Jesus, (Y/N). Why you always wanna try and be tough? Can’t you just shut up and listen to what you’re told? Or maybe stop leaving the house. Just stay home, do chores, and look pretty like you’re s’posed to. I ain’t marrying you for you to do all this. I’m marrying you for your pretty face and your nice body. And you know that too. Don’t act like I’m the bad guy.”

You did. You did know that. From the moment he asked you to be his wife you knew he didn’t love you for you. He never did. But you said yes anyways. John scared you. And so did your family. They loved John so much, you didn’t want to be disowned or anything for refusing him.

Even though you knew that, it didn’t mean you wanted him to throw it back at you in public like this. This was humiliating.

And there was nothing you could do. So you sat on the ground, holding back tears as he ranted about all the things you couldn’t do, or you didn’t do, or whatever else he could find reason to be mad at.

You closed your eyes and just let him talk. But eventually, his voice stopped. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw why.

Him.

He stood tall over John, looking down at him menacingly. “Is there a problem?”

“Uh, no sir. Me and my fiancée here was just leaving. Didn’t mean to cause a fuss, sir.” John lost all his composure in the man’s presence. His tough and hard exterior immediately turning into liquid. You got up quickly and prepared to get berated by him, since you didn’t tell him about John, and chances are he heard the whole thing. But he didn’t do that. He softly grabbed your arm, pulling you to his side and away from John. “‘Scuse me, sir, but that’s my lady you’re touching on. And I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t touch her no more.”

John tried to look intimidating, but it just didn’t work. He always thought that since he grew up in the south, it made him tough and invincible or something like that. And now he was about to get his ass handed to him. Oh lord. He swung at the taller man, who simply stepped to the side, causing John to stumble forward.

“Are you alright?”

You looked up at him and realized he was talking to you. Too shaken up for words, you nodded quickly. “Come on, I won’t let him bother you anymore.” John was still making a fool of himself, trying to hit the other man, mumbling about him being a wife stealer or something stupid like that.

He moved his hand from your arm to your hand, squeezing it gently and pulling you along the sidewalk. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he mad at you? Upset that you didn’t tell him? Maybe he was just waiting until you were somewhere more private before he yelled at you. The silence was killing you, and you needed to know.

But he stopped. So you stopped. Looking at your surroundings, you realized you knew where you were. This was only a few buildings away from where you meet up with your friends every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. He’s been here the whole time and you didn’t even know it.

He brought you inside and to the fourth floor, and into his apartment. It was nice, not too spacious, but enough for him and a guest. The first thing you did was look to see if his name was anywhere, but it wasn’t.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I know you didn’t tell me for a reason.” He let your hand go and dusted off your dress for you. “And I apologize for being late. The man downstairs loves to talk, so I got caught up.”

Even though he said you didn’t have to tell him, you still wanted to. He’s been nothing but kind to you, and you felt that he deserved an explanation. “That man, John, is my fiancé. He asked me to marry him three weeks ago. I should’ve said no, but I was scared. He’d have done way worse than just push me on the ground. And if he didn’t, my family would. John has money, he has charm, my family fought so hard for us to be together. But none of them had my best interest in mind. They don’t care about me. Not like you do, I know you do. And I care for you too, so I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I wanted to! I just was scared.”

He smiled and cupped your cheeks, pulling you up towards him. His soft lips met yours, and everything felt right. It was if all the stars had aligned just for you in this very moment. Sparks flew, and the butterflies built up until your stomach until they felt like they were going to burst. He made you feel all these cliche emotions without even telling you his name.

“Ikaris.” He pulled away and whispered. You simply stared at him, confused. “My name is Ikaris. So when we’re married and you need me, that’s what you can say.” You smiled, yet it looked a little weird since he was still squeezing your face. Your hands flew to his neck and pulled him back towards you.

But just before your lips connected again, you spoke, “I love you, Ikaris.” You didn’t care how long it had been. You didn’t care about John. This was the man you wanted to be with for the rest of your life.

He hesitated, images of a past lover flashing through his mind. You thought you had messed up. Spoken too soon. The last thing you wanted to do was rush him into something he wasn’t ready for.

But he was ready, and he was going to show you. His hands moved from your face to your hips, and your lips connected in a flurry of emotions once again.

[manglechan1204]

Follow up of my thought on the characters I’m around the episode  171/ 263 ( help me ), here my thought on the character so far :

c!Tommy : a bit more likeable + still too selfish like obviously your bf will not automatically choose you over a whole nation full of people + can’t wait for him to get exiled and grow up

c!Tubbo : Poor boy + already so much trauma + actually scare me because I can’t wrap my finger around his goals, his personality, his moral compass ???

c!Dream : fully psychopath + is freaking everywhere + GEoRgE iS tHe New KiNg now + does he really care about his smp anymore ? Cuz really looks like he just want to cause mayhem + not very likeable anymore:(

c!Sapnap : Stop fucking killing pet + wants to be teacher pet + being used by said teacher, kinda sad :(

c!George : Teacher pet for no reason ( cough cough ) + just sleep all day long + and when he wakes up I just wish he goes back to sleep because he obviously don’t know what he is talking about

c!Ponk : Stop killing cat + pretty chill beside that + kinda like where he lives

c!Alyssa : no more here :(

c!Punz : The only good builders of the dream smp land ? ( I mean they are 4 )

c!Purpled : Didn’t see him for a while? + seems lost

c!Wilbur / ghostbur : Joker arc + Iove the acting tho / have it coming his way + still a bit sad , especially with the whole blue stuff + this bad boy can fit so much regret + get your shit together and face it

c!Fundy : Poor boy + the size of the those daddy issues + bonus abandonment issues

c!Eret : The only and real king idc + appreciate the effort to make up to l’manberg

c!Quackity : still homeless BUT now a political man + just get out of a toxic relationship, u go boy ! + tries to do big thing, emphasis on try + wants to do go thing tho

C!Nikki : still sweet + but need to kick some ass + with puffy:D

c!Philza : the most breath taking entry on the server omg + love the fact that this dude just here having **3** kids like it’s nothing ( also im at the part where wilbur/ techno and tommy are canonically brothers but they really dont act like ) + “”neutral””

c!Jschlatt : Best acting like this bad guy laugh ? Priceless + toxic bitch tho

c!Karl : Still has the impression that the character is still in progress ? If that make sens ? + is a weather vane + I’m realllyyyy hyped to see the whole deal with the tales of the smp + best skin best skin best skin

c!Skeppy : cant believe this dude has one of the disc + love when he called out dream about being over the top with l’manberg

c!Badboyhalo : cinamon roll + pretty build pretty statue + the badland are kinda lame tho FOR NOW at least

c!Ranboo : just got here + funny guy + second best skin obviously+ already struggling

c!Captainpuffy : I LOVE HHEERRRR + she should have kick fundy ass + plus do cool dates

c!Mexican dream : eeyyy mmaaannnnnnn + I like your funny world magic man

[sharm-the-shark]

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Okokok , im hyped i wanna do It

K

1. Are you named after anyone ?

Uuuuuhhhhh , kinda ?? So , my father wanted to name me after my grandpa , but my mother didn't wanted to , and chose another name , now my first name is my grandpa's and second the one i actually use

2. When was the last time you cried ?

The 16th this month , i remember mostly because its when i celebrated a friends bday and i proposed to the guy i like , wich is in my friend group , the thing is that they have problems in home and i remember banging my head againts the wall for a solid 1-2 hours , then my mother found me sitting , she asked if i was ok and i only remember crying stupidly hard , cuz specifically that week was AWFULL and the guy i proposed to said that it was confused ( wich btw is now dating someone else and is doing great (( ahem ahem i wanna die ))

And yeah... Also talked about some stuff about my brothers and she even made me some tea!!

( omg im only at question 3 )

3. do you have kids ?

Nope , still a minor and i dont even know if I'll ever have , but im still too young for that shet

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot ?

Well i do sometimes , but i dont live using sarcasm , i myself find It hard to find if people are using sarcasm on me or no so i dont use It every time i talk

5. Whats Sports do you play/have played ?

Well i used to play """""pádel""""" and """"""""""football"""""""""" with my brother

, but its been a while since we've done It , i want to but while dealing with a lotta stuff is hard

6. Whats the first thing you notice about people ?

Well if they are being themselves or talk behind peoples back , some stuff like that

7. Whats your eye colour ??

Dark Brown , nothin' special

8. Scary movies or Happy endings ?

I'd say scary cuz... Idk but like , with some comedy inbetween yk

9. Any special talents ?

Well , i dont know , people say my drawings are amazing , and currently dont think i have anything else that makes me "special"

10. Where were you born ?

Bro i spawned

11. What are your hobbies ?

Well , i've always liked drawing , i like photography but once or twice a year lmao , also reading but again , once every thousand years , i like anoying my brothers , watch YouTube , idk if that counts but idc , playing videogames also , in fact earlier today i finished Terraria for like the seventh time , sleeping also , and some other thing like that

12. Do you have any pets ?

Boyoboy

I have 2 corn sneks , Will and Hannibal , 3 rattos , rakka iko and akur , 2 doggies , Jake and Shiva , and i recently got 2 bearded dragons because , i always loved reptiles , and wanted to have , any, but some time ago i left that aside , and my father came with two of those and some days in , i realized that i cant even take care of myself how TF am i suposed to take care of two miniature dragons , so we are looking for a better home for them , btw their names are Dorito and Mushu lol

13. Im like , 6 or something like that , i dont like being tall my feet stick out of the end of the bed :c

14. Favourite subject in school ??

Art and biology :}

And lastly

15. Dream job ??

Welp , It has changed throughout my Life , from veterinarian, to dog trainer , to marine biologist , to photographer , to character/story designer for videogames :D

And that should be It , and thank you It was fun !!

Again , too scared to tag so feel free to reblog ;)

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @oh-goodness-loki - TYSM dear!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? No... my Mom liked the name. (I hate it btw, and have taken on another in day-to-day life.)

2. When was the last time you cried? The other day, watching "For all mankind" (which is better than I had thought it would be?!)

3. Do you have kids? A daughter.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? MEEEEEE???? ^^

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to ride. Stopped when I got pregnant.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they hold eye-contact, maybe?

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like torture movies, but I do not like overly saccharine stuff either. Aliens as a prime example for both?! :)

9. Any special talents? Errr.... I used to have a lyrical soprano... wanted to be an opera singer once upon a time.

10. Where were you born? Skipping, sorry.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, video games, music, vampires. I also read a lot.

12. Do you have pets? I have a cat, Mo.

13. How tall are you? 5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? Biology and philosophy

15. Dream job? Not sure. I used to love my job a lot, but now it's more and more meetings and... well.

Tagging:

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(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, obviously^^)

[passmethemolly]

dteam fencing au

dream and sapnap work at a fencing studio

they call each other by their fencing nicknames (dream and sapnap obvi)

bad is the owner who comes in on wednesdays and fridays to graduate students to techno’s fencing studio 

techno’s studio is literally the same thing but for older/more advanced students 

sapnap and dream like the younger kids bc they find it hilarious watching them fight 

they like to show off to the students by absolutely obliterating each other

dream is a dirty fighter and uses parkour in his fights 

but its okay, he’s allowed to. he’s the head teacher 

sapnap has a lil flame on his jacket 

dream as a smiley face on his 

sapnap always starts fights with dream

he’ll walk up to dream and start poking him with his foil (the sword thing)

dream will grab it from him and start beating the fuck out of sapnap 

dream: thats! *whap* the! *whap* last! *whap* time! *whap* you! *whap* poke! *whap* me! *whap whap whap* 

when they met george, he was looking for lessons

george said he took some lessons in high school but when dream challenged him to fight, he knocked his friend on his ass in three seconds

overtime, george got better

when george was finally hired as another instructor by bad and he needed a nickname, he panicked and said george by accident and was too awkward to change it

sapnap and dream never let him live it down

george: *minding his business* 

sapnap: hey george- i’m blanking on ur nickname can u tell us again?

dream: oh yeah, what was it?

george: im going to need you two to shut the hell up

bad is the only person that can beat dream in a duel 

bad doesn’t like to fight, but he will put dream in his place if his friend gets too cocky 

bad is surprisingly excellent at such a stabby sport 

dream always tries to train with bad to learn his ways bc he doesn’t like to lose and bad always declines 

bad: dream ur already perfect at fencing in your own way :)

dream: and? come on, fight me again idc 

Sapnap and george always judge each other harshly in the stupidest ways possible

george one time said that sapnap breathed at the wrong time and it threw off his aim

sapnap never started another fight so fast 

rip george 

dream, sapnap, and george tried to fight each other all at the same time and they ended up breaking the mirror on the wall 

dadboyhalo yelled at them and took it out of their paychecks 

it was worth it though 

george gets frustrated easily and overworks himself 

dream is always there to stop him and offer to stay after to help him

they were once there until 2 am fencing and talking 

dream gives little comments of encouragement during fights and he gives george a few cool down seconds when he gets a hit in 

dont tell george, but dream sometimes throws a duel to give his friend a confidence boost 

alternatively, sapnap is the first to go every night after cleaning the fencing equipment 

dream has never seen anyone haul ass out of a building that quickly 

sapnap does stay after to help occasionally 

he sits against the mirror and gives george tips on some of dream weaknesses 

sapnap knows that george himself is one of those weaknesses 

hes such a good wingman

he also records them fighting and posts it on snapchat to mess with them since they look stupid 

the first fencing competition they had together, they took a selfie after since they all had matching helmet hair 

dream has that photo framed in between george’s third place trophy and sapnaps first place trophy in the studio

bad once suggested they do a 3v1 against dream since he was getting too good

eventually, sapnap and george dropped out of the fight because of exhaustion 

but bad kept coming back and at the last second, he poked dream right before dream poked him

bad keeps his fencing crown like the king he is

the kids love sapnap and george

george doesn’t like kids but they cling to him like theres no tomorrow and they always ask to fight with him 

dream tries so hard for the kids to like him and sapnap constantly makes fun of him, which makes the kids like sapnap more

george always goes to dream and tries to convince the kids to go to him but it never works 

sapnap is like the cool brother who lets them take terrible photos of george and dream

his phone background is a photo of george with a double chin looking down at the camera by accident 

they call themselves the dream team 

george finally got his jacket with a red box as a present from bad 

dream and techno have a loose rivalry 

they once had to fight each other at a fencing competition and techno won by a second

they give each other an ungodly amount of respect though

if they ever team up- the world is ending

tommy fights sapnap which ends up being hilarious to watch since tommy’s tactic is to confuse his opponent. 

sapnap just stands there in confusion as tommy says the stupidest things and dances before tommy lunges and poking sapnap in the chest 

it gets him EVERY TIME AND SAPNAP WANTS BLOOD

tubbo looks up to dream and when george isnt begging dream for lessons, he offers tubbo tips and helps him with his stance

wilbur and george fight and wilbur tries to convince george to come to techno’s studio

wilbur: come on, you don’t want to be with these americans dont you?

george: isn’t techno american?

wilbur: he doesn’t count he’s never there

tommy is feral with fencing when he gets into it

dream is convinced he is genuinely trying to stab people

tubbo started fencing because of tommy and he fell in love with the strategic part of the sport 

wilbur was dragged into fencing bc of them and he doesn’t take it too seriously 

he brings the snacks and plays the guitar as background music 

he played the pirates of the caribbean theme when dream and techno dueled 

george and dream always go out in the morning before they go into the studio 

if one of them cant make it that morning, the other buys a drink for them anyways

dream likes to leave little notes on george’s soda can

george likes to get dream the worst snack and drink combination

for example, george bought dream milk and doritos 

dream wanted to cry 

whenever the gang has a fencing competition far away, george and dream and sapnap always sit in the back of the car together while bad and techno take turns driving. 

george uses dream’s arm as a head rest 

dream likes to hold george’s hand under the blanket 

sapnap sleeps with his mouth gaping open and music blasting in his headphones

wilbur is stuck taking tommy and tubbo in a separate car and when they show up, two hours behind bad, wilbur always looks traumatized 

bad’s fencing studio got five stars on yelp and he started crying 

they all celebrated by going out to get pizza and then beating the shit out of each other in a chaotic fight

it was all of them. dream, tommy, george, wilbur, sapnap, tubbo, bad, techno- all fighting each other.

when george won his first competition, sapnap and dream and bad went berserk on the sidelines and all tackled him in a hug

[themistymountainscold]

are you named after anyone? I named myself after kanan jarrus from star wars rebels

when was the last time you cried? lmao right now

do you have kids? nope

do you use sarcasm? its fun

what is the first thing you notice about someone? The way they smell 💀

what is your eye colour? Blue/green im not joking they are literally both

scary movies or happy endings? Neither

any special talents? I can bend my fingers all the way back. Not really a talent but close enough

where were you born? sa, australia

what are your hobbies? reading, writing, obsessing over older men, obsessing over fictional men. gay.

do you have any pets? i have two dogs (both a different houses) the eldest is frankie she is 10 and has been deaf her whole life. And itty bitty baby is bruce he’s like 4

what sports do you play/have played? tennis, basketball, volleyball. I now do jackshit

how tall are you? uh

favourite subject in school? I hated everything actuallu

dream job? idc just something i can earn enough to live stable

tagged by: @dragonflylady77 and @flashwaves

anyone can do this