#it confused me for the longest time but looking at this running theme it makes sense

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Why The Ending Sucks

Ok I figured it out. Hear me out:

The entire comic has a running theme best summed up as "who is controlling the narrative, and why are we listening to them?"

Hussie plays a caricaturized version of himself that he describes as "buffoonish" and "oafish". Caricature!Hussie is well-meaning, but a dumb idiot who's incredibly biased in favor of certain characters and in disfavor of others (the most obvious example being his "love" of Vriska, but there's also the way he constantly disparages Eridan). As a result, you have to be VERY SKEPTICAL and VERY CAREFUL when approaching Homestuck's narration, because even when the "best" narrator is at the helm, he's not 100% trustworthy and incapable of giving the readers an unbiased view of the story.

I say "best" because, importantly, Hussie isn't the story's only narrator. He and Doc Scratch explicitly fight over control of the story - Doc Scratch, the child abusing predator who engineered Alternia's fascist murder society, whose shaping of its history is explicitly described by character!Hussie as "fanfic". He is then killed by Lord English, who is described by Hussie as embodying the "toxically masculine" and by extension, the patriarchy, and Caliborn explicitly takes control of the story. John even grapples with Caliborn's version of events, calling out how sexist and misogynistic and shitty it is.

So if we're keeping score: control over the narrative is LITERALLY wrested away from Hussie (who was already struggling to be unbiased) by fascists, abusers, and the patriarchy. It's stressed multiple times that Caliborn/LE are responsible for literally everything that ever happens; the reason the Game Over timeline ends the way that it does is because the alpha timeline is, in essence, the narrative LE is telling: the forces of fascism get to claim the new universe, thereby propogating itself, while friendship dies and all hope is lost.

Who's in control of the narrative, and why are we listening to them?

There are other minor examples of this, too: Aranea is an exposition fairy, and she's biased as fuck and wrong ALL THE TIME about her own teammates. Karkat's explanations and rationalizations are constantly tinged with his own self-loathing and self-blame. Sollux and Meulin are both prophets as per their Mage class, but are both so bogged down by their own emotional issues that the futures they pick out are actively harmful. So on and so on. At nearly every turn, you have to interrogate who's telling the story, what their motivations are, and what they're overlooking or deliberately obfuscating.

So given that this theme is so prevalent, and so thoroughly weighted toward "well, actually, maybe you shouldn't take narration at face value and should interrogate it and come to your own conclusions," it would be Really Weird for the story to go "actually, you can totally trust the narrative now because everyone gets a happy ending".

So, I know that it makes me sound like a conspiracy theorist, but here's my genuine take on Homestuck's ending:

The ending is shitty on purpose because the viewer is intended to take it as a dare to refute the narration and make something better.

Why are we letting character!Hussie tell the story? He's a biased idiot. Why are we letting the various avatars of LE and Caliborn tell the story? They're fascist, misogynistic, predatory assholes.

And - because Homestuck is a story about life - why are we letting idiots, assholes, abusers, and creeps dictate the story of real life? The world is full of forces that would try to take control of the story and make everyone else play along, represented in microcosm within the text of Homestuck. We cannot let those forces win.

So please go out and do something kind and hopeful and loving in the world today. Thanks for reading.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

🧸teachin' some lessons ft. yuuji itadori!

set-up: your best friend's pink-haired, younger brother seems to have some trouble with his girlfriends. maybe you can help him out, one lesson at a time? warning: inexperienced!yuuji x experienced!reader; nsfw themes include oral (both male and female receiving), slight voyeurism, sukuna ffs. mdni!! wc: 4.6k (oof my longest fic, and its about one of my fav men of all time ugh) ⁎ porn with plot ⁎

"hey yuujiii~" you called out sweetly, walking in through the main door. the familiar scent of the itadori household sneaked up on you as sukuna closed the door behind you. the keys jingled softly as the older itadori brother followed after you, his pace slow and languid.

the messy living room met your gaze with yuuji sitting on the couch, headphones on. in his hand was a controller, and he seemed to mutter angrily under his breath as he played the game. "fuck— come on, come on. hit harder. fuuck-"

the pink-haired was clearly unaware of your presence till you plopped down next to him on the couch. the furniture dipped under your weight and his eyes widened. the young quarterback moved quick – the game paused under his thumb, his deft fingers yanked out the headphones hastily – and he sat up straighter, taking in your sudden presence, "yn?"

"hey!" you beamed at him.

"hey?" he smiled back, confusion etched onto every crevice of his face. And you could see the puffy eyebags and residuals of sleep on his facehe briefly looked up at sukuna, who was standing behind you on the couch, “what’s going on?”

but sukuna was a man of few words. so, instead, the older delinquent wasted no time in walking to the tv and unplugging it, hence, turning off whatever game was playing on the screen, “time for a little heart to heart, brat.”

"you fucking asshole–" yuuji glared at his brother, cussing him in a single breath, "i was still fucking playing."

"tch, play later. she wanted to talk to you."

when yuuji cocked up an eyebrow and glared harder at sukuna, unfazed, you laughed. and that brought the jock's attention back to you, "well i– anyways. what's up?"

"well–” you dragged out the syllable to soften the awkward blow, “'kuna said something about your break-up and that you were being all sulky sulky–"

"ughh why?" yuuji cut you off with a pained groan. a silent blush crept up to his face in embarrassment and he looked away.

seeing his reaction, you put your hands up in mock surrender, "your brother is an ass, i know i know. but we are here for you, you know that right? you can talk to us."

"i-" yuuji's voice faltered and he looked away from you to glare at his brother again, "do– fuck you, by the way– do you have brain damage, sukuna?"

"nuh uh."

"fuck you mean nuh uh."

"don't make me wanna smack you." sukuna answered back just as smoothly, "now talk."

yuuji managed one last groan past his pretty lips before succumbing to the situation. he chose to look at you, avoiding his older brother's scorching gaze, "yeah, i did– get broken up with I mean. uhm, yuko... she broke up with me."

"yuu, really?" you asked dumbfounded, "I thought everything was going well? did she, like, give you a reason why?"

"no. I mean, I dunno really? there's never a fucking reason. everything always seems to go so well. then, all of a sudden they're breaking up with me." his voice quitened down, "maybe it's my fault? I don’t really know at this point."

"yuu, no. don't think shit like this." you gave sukuna a quick glance, your mouth running dry as you looked back at yuuji, "im sorry if im overstepping my boundaries but like... how's your sex life?"

yuuji almost choked on air, "wh-what?! i'm not talking about that with him around!"

"i'll leave if you'd like to actually have a heart to heart, brat." sukuna argued back, "not like i wanna hear about your tiny dick issues."

and with that the tatted, older boy disappeared down the hallway and into his own room.

"hey…" you offered once the silence had grown thick between the two of you, "if you want, i can help you out? give you a few tips maybe? like, you know you can discuss your relationship troubles with me?"

but the quarterback went blank.

and when he didn't react, you quickly continued, panicked – because this is yuuji, your best friend’s younger brother. "i mean you can come over my apartment tomorrow night? we can discuss whatever's been bothering you. it'll be easier without 'kuna sulking around."

"right." he finally breathed out. then offering you a small smile, he nodded his head, "sure, tomorrow night."

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your house was eerily quiet.

your housemates were out doing god knows what on a friday night. and technically, you should be out with them, drinking and leaving smudged lipstick against some drunk man's neck. but here you were, sitting next to the boy a year younger than you, sipping on your third can of beer (because god knows you needed liquid courage to make this conversation work.)

"well, i don't want to make this more awkward than it already is for you, yuuji." you took a sip out of your can, "so, let's just get into it, right?"

you tried to steel your nerves. this was yuuji. this was the boy that had asked you to marry him at the age of seven, who asked you with a pipsqueak voice if you could be his first kiss when he was thirteen cause “everyone’s teasin me for not having a kiss yet, please?”. this was the boy who had sobbed on your shoulder when he went through his first heartbreak.

and, now this was the boy man sitting on your couch, sipping on his own can of beer with a uncertain, unnamed resolve in his eyes. he nodded, hiding his gaze under the pretense of examining the brand of the beer he was drinking.

"so, you said you were doing everything right, right? what are you even doing with them?"

he froze, "i mean, the- the usual? dates, cuddles, movie nights and all?"

"awh well that's sweet, isn’t it?" you smiled, reminiscing about the time when a guy put that effort into any of your relationships.

he nodded awkwardly and you continued, finding courage as the alcohol poured into your bloodstream, "then maybe it's something else? "

"my sex life's okay…?" his mouth seemed to have gone dry and he swallowed wantonly, "i mean i think? i haven't really gone beyond second base with a girl yet."

"what?" you mindlessly scooted closer to him, putting your hand on his bicep and staring him down. "but didn't you date the girl before this one for a good five months? what was her name– uh, kugisaki's friend, right?"

"i mean yeah—"

"—yuuji?! have you just been ignoring your girlfriends? five months is a long time."

"what?!" his face went hot, the blood rushing to his ear-tips and nose, "it is not! I- I mean I just dont wanna look like a pervert by coming onto them, you know?"

"by making them wait five months? you're insane."

before yuuji could defend himself, you were getting ready to cut him off again. you leaned in till you could count the acne scars on his left cheek, and that tiny cut under his eyes where sukuna accidentally hit him. and now, you were suddenly hyper-aware of his gaze on your lips and his breath on your cheek. you pulled back slowly with a shuddering sigh.

this was yuuji.

the alcohol was raging in your system. clearly.

you sighed, choosing to look away from his face. pulling yourself back fully, you ran your hands through a wayward strand of hair, "look you're clearly a good looking dude, yuuji.” you didn’t ignore the way his jaw grew tense under your compliment, eyes boring into yours, “I mean, you are well-built and you're nice. you’re the goddamn quarterback. half the girls probably wanna get with you cause they wanna get fucked by the quarterback."

"really?” his gaze faltered and for a second, he was the thirteen year old asking for his first kiss, “but i- i don't know how to do… that."

"do what?"

he chewed on the inside of his cheek, "fuck someone i guess?"

he took another sip and you didn't ignore the way his tongue peaked out to lap off a drop that lingered on his bottom lip. dragging your eyes upwards to meet his, you found him staring at you, the resolve in his eyes hardening. silently, he put down his can of beer on the coffee table.

you tensed, sensing something wrong in the anticipatory silence, "what?"

but before you could press further questions, he was scooting closer towards you. his deft fingers plucked the can out of your grip and kept it on the coffee table next to his own. meeting your heated gaze, he softly, uncertainly brushed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. he paused, “you want this?”

your eyes dropped down to his slightly chapped lips as you leaned into his touches, “maybe...?”

he let out a trembling sigh, the heat on your face erupting goosebumps across your body. but he pulled back quick, changing his mind, "you're drunk."

your fingers found purchase on his chest, and you pushed him backwards till his back was flush against your couch. daringly, you straddled him and the plush fat of your thighs felt wildfire warm against his clothes. your eyes pleaded against his, trying to find an excuse to do the wrong thing. you found yourself whispering, "not that drunk."

you shift above him. letting your hips rock gently against his thighs, you whispered again, "what are you scared of, yuuji?”

his pupils dilated, hair tousled and tongue got stuck to the rooftop of his mouth as you hovered over him. when he spoke, it felt like he was holding back a groan, “we shouldn’t – sukuna, he’d kill me if he found out.”

“we aren’t doing anything wrong. I think i can teach you a thing or two, yuuji." flashing him a quick smile, leaning downwards to tease him, "a few lessons, you know? you want it?"

he paused, growing sure of his words, “when do we start?”

🧸 lesson 01: please the lady

you were sprawled out on your sofa, hair a tangled mess. your fingers tugged his hair, moving him up and down like a personal fucktoy till you could no longer hold in breathless moans.

yuuji itadori met your eyes as his tongue flicked against your clit, too good for it to be a first time. then parting from your dripped core, he pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh. eyes never leaving yours. his pupils were blown out, face flushed and hair sweaty. when he spoke, his voice seemed too thick for his body, "am i doing okay?"

you nodded, running your fingers through his scalp as he resumed the cruel pace of his wicked tongue against you, “you– you sure this is your first ah fuck- first time?”

“that good?” he just smiled against your heat, the throbbing of your clit in wicked sync with his ragged breath, as if he was gonna cum just from eating you out.

"yuuji~" his name came easy to you. it was a name you had moaned on some nights where your depraved fantasies caught up with you under those silken sheets.

you didn't dream of fucking your best friend's brother! that's gross! no, ofcourse not... it's just that one day the growth spurt hit and suddenly, yuuji was no longer a tiny blimp with a huge smile next to you. no longer the boy with a sweet, innocent crush on you. now, he towered over you, hair falling across his forehead and sweat dripping down his jaw as he saw you after practice back at his home sometimes.

but you didn't wanna fuck him. obviously not.

your voice betrayed you. the syllables strung in moans and gasps left your lips as you keened hungrily into his face, "fuck, you're so good at this already, god- ah fuc-"

he hummed against you, basking in the praise, and the soft vibrations ran up your spine.

you knew this was wrong.

he was sukuna's younger brother and 'kuna will eat you alive if he ever found out that you had offered his brother to play with your cunt as if it was a toy.

but it felt so right.

the way his sturdy fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, the way his tongue felt against your clit. slowly, as he went lower, you could feel his nose bump against the bundle of nerves and his tongue push into your drenching core. you squirmed as you forced his face closer to yourself, grinding your hips against his face to allow him to fuck you faster, “fast- nghh faster, please please- aaugh oh my god yuuUji-”

and yuuji obliged, letting you use him and his pretty mouth to get off.

it felt – no – it was right.

"mmph ohmygod–" your thighs tried to close around his pretty face as your back arched, trapping him against your pussy. the knot in your stomach tightening until the waves crashed violently in front of your eyes and came on his face.

yuuji moaned, a starving man and you were both his heaven and hell from the way you kept him trapped against your gushing cunt.

🧸lesson 02: returning favours

you pushed the jock on the same couch against which you were ravaged. finding yourself straddling his broad figure with ease as you took your top off.

yuuji’s eyes flicked from you pretty face to your heaving chest to your inner thighs – still wet from his administrations. dripping down slowly, almost ruining his pants. your thumb swiped across his wet bottom lip before your lips crashed against his.

he tasted of beer and you and sin.

“ah fuck–“ he hiccupped as you found your teeth against his pulse, your teeth violent and lips soothing. his hip jut upwards, the hard-on begging some attention, some friction, anything.

a laugh escaped you, you mumbled into his bruised jaw and neck, “easy now, yuuji.” your experienced fingers softly dragging over his erection – and feeling the wet fabric underneath – and he bucked into your touches desperately. flashing him a pretty smile, “let me take care of you, yeah?”

your predatory eyes set him ablaze as you backtracked and got down on your knees. your manicured fingers undid the button of his jeans, his hips eagerly jumping upwards to let you tug his jeans downwards and freeing him from his misery.

with a final tug, his cock sprung free. his tanned, slightly curved length nestled comfortably against his stomach. his tip was weeping, drenching his abs in a translucent white. you batted your eyes up at the boy, taking in his flustered expression, “don’t forget to breath.”

“you– you don’t have to do this.” but his eyes betrayed him, showing such utter devotion and desperation towards the woman in front of him.

“i wanna, yuu.”

his body tensed up at the use of the nickname in such a lewd situation. how dare you let the same childhood nickname fall from those pretty lips and then use those same lips to kiss his dick? honestly, how dare you.

yuuji closed his eyes, his jaw slacking and pelvis jumping up at the innocent featherlike kisses that you placed on him. his mouth grew dry and without much cognitive thought, he pushed your head down on his cock.

you made a depraved noise as he pushed the tip past your lips, forcing his length into your mouth with unabashed bravery. he opened his eyes but his breath picked up at the sight of you. eyes welling up from the sudden intrusion, spit down his length and on your pretty face. spurred on by the sight, he pushed your face downwards, relishing in your strangled moans.

“yuu-“ you moaned around his cock. and there it was again, that fucking nickname.

he groaned, throwing his head back, “fuck, don’t call me that or I’ll cum in a second, pl-please.”

his grip loosened, letting you move your head up and down at your pace. you pulled yourself upwards, sucking on his tip as your hand roamed his entire length.

“fucc-“ his words and hips stuttered in a wicked symphony, “shi– shit yeah, please keep going.”

your phone rung.

you expected the jock to beg you to ignore it, but once he heard the ringtone, he picked up your phone in his shaky hands. turning the screen to show you the name of the caller, he whispered, "sh-should i, like... pick it up?"

still sucking on yuuji’s dick, you saw ‘kuna💀’ flash up on the screen. shit. you let go of the tip with a pop, looking at yuuji with wide eyes. but before you could ask him to cut the call, the jock accepted it.

he put the grumbling man on the other side on speaker as your hands still worked on the younger brother.

"took you long enough to answer." sukuna huffed, "open the door, i'm outside."

your voice pitched up, eyes widened, but hands still moved up and down with ease, "whaT? you are? why??"

"i thought you'd wanna hang out since your roommates are gone?" he paused, "you sound like you’re busy. you’re busy?"

almost as if on cue, yuuji let out a broken gasp; his teeth caught his bottom lip, head thrown back as he tried to contain in the sinful noises.

"what was that?" sukuna asked, and yuuji pressed his broad fingers to his mouth, trying to hold off any and all sounds.

"mhm, nothing." you nodded no frantically as if sukuna could see you. all the meanwhile, his younger brother's brought his hands to your tits, softly tugging on your nipple. yuuji, that fucking brat. you restrained the choked moans and continued, "i'm no-t well, that's all, 'kuna."

"really? you were okay last night."

"yeah yeah, you... you should go back home, really." you squirmed at the jock’s expressions. he was now biting down on his fist, trying to hold in the wayward groans and moans. the sight spurred you on to move your hands faster, pressing chaste, wet kisses every once in a while.

testing both of your and yuuji’s limits over this phone-call.

"if you're sick, then you should let me in. i'll make you soup or something." sukuna sighed, "don't worry, i am not going all sappy on you, brat. i don't have anything else to do right now, anyways. you wouldn't believe, you know satoru?? that oldie, he went back to his ex su–"

"hm? really?" you answered half-lidded as yuuji’s abs tensed, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy and he bit down on his fist harder. a second later, thick white spurted all over your hands. the liquid drenched your hands and his abs, glistening under the overhead lighting.

“–do you want takeout right now?"

you broke out of your daze, suddenly realizing that your best friend was at the door as his younger brother lay spent in front of you. finally, you mumbled, "okay i'll open the door in a second, kuna. wait."

"yeah, i'm waiting."

"yuu?" you cut the call and looked up at the man. from the dazed look on his face, you were sure he hadn't paid any attention to your conversation with the man on the phone.

he looked down at you in mock anticipation and you raised an eyebrow, "did you tell sukuna where you were going?"

"fushiguro's. to play video games." he mumbled before tugging you upwards to kiss you.

you put a hand on his chest to halt his motion, and he whined. you brought a soft hand to his cheek, "great, so, uhm. your brother's outside and you're not supposed to be in here."

yuuji looked like he just heard his own death sentence.

he finally mumbled, "i'm sorry what!?"

"you were too busy getting a hand-job to listen—"

"—huh?!"

"—its okay, its okay, yuu." you stood up, and yuuji followed your actions, standing alongside you. you placed a quick kiss on his cheek before giving him a pleading look, "just go hide in the bathroom yeah? i'll ask kuna to go in a few minutes."

"what??" he looked genuinely surprised but obliged nonetheless. nodding mindlessly, yuuji pulled his jeans upwards and slipped into the bathroom at the end of the hall.

cleaning your hand, and putting your clothes on at lightning speed, you tried to smooth your hair out as you walked over to the door. opening the door, you found the tatted man peering down at his phone and scrolling away.

he looked up at you with confusion, "you look like you got railed."

oops.

🧸lesson 03: playin' it unfair

without commenting any further on the state of your hair or clothes, the older itadori had moved past you and sat down on the couch. the very couch where his younger brother had laid you down and gone to town in.

locking the door incase your roommates walked in early from their night out, you had turned around to look at your best friend. trying to hide the slight slur in your voice, you had nagged him, "you saw my face, now leave."

ignoring you, he continued scrolling his phone. then once he had done whatever inspection he had to, he had asked you without even glancing up, "so should i order chinese or what? in the mood to go to an in n' out?"

"didn't i just tell you that i was sick?"

"you are so bad at lying, dude."

"im not lying!"

and the ever-observant sukuna had nodded towards the two opened cans of beer on the coffee table. one of them had your lipgloss smothered over it while the other had been on his younger brother's lips. well, fuck. how did you forget to hide that?

you probably weren't aware of your kiss-bitten lips, of the trailing purple bruises that were laid bare against your jaw and neck, and the ones that trailed even under your loose shirt. you probably didn't know just how damp your hair looked and how your eyes darted from him to the rest of the apartment in a guilty dance.

"who was here?" he had finally asked. his voice was barely curious, just a normal question, "did he do something stupid?"

sukuna never bothered to lecture you about who you decided to bring back home or not, neither did you question the women he slept with. but if he found out who was here this time, it might end badly for all of you.

he wouldn't know yuuji was here, would he?

you had gulped wantonly, "what? no." you continued with a light laugh, "nobody was here, 'kuna. trust me. just some guy, total idiot." you had paused, trying to improv your way out of the situation, "he left a while before you called."

but for someone who was so scared of sukuna finding out, how did you end up back in the bathroom? letting yuuji fuck you on his finger as his brother waited in the living room outside?

"yuu, don't." you whispered as you sunk deeper into door behind you, your back flush against the hard door as yuuji caged you in.

"you said he'd be gone in five minutes, it's been atleast fifteen." he nipped along your jaw, slowly licking over the blossoming bruises he had left. he picked his head up, eyes pointing at you with ungodly desperation, "send him back, please."

his words were accompanied with slow circles on your clothed pussy, teasing you as he whined against your soft skin. his head dipped upwards, carefully brushing against your neck and cheek. hot breath tickling you as his hand carefully guided you to his hard-on.

a teasing laugh escaped you, "didn't i just make you cum?"

he smiled, but his voice was breathless, "should i apologize? i don't think so—" his voice died in his throat, hands going faster to get you just as riled up as he was.

"yuu, come on. kuna's outside." you muttered, but your fingers betrayed your words, palming him leisurely through his pants. running your hand up and down, you restrained any moans within when his teeth sunk down on your exposed neck. he kissed the bruise, "but you can't cut the lessons short."

"yuu—"

"—fu-fuck, jus' like that." yuuji ignored you, bucking his hips to get more friction out of your skimming touches. his pace fastened against you to match your relentless teasing. the quarterback leaned into your touches, teasing you faster and faster and faster and messier, so so messily, through the now-wet pair of shorts. as if his brother wasn't sitting outside, waiting for you to come back.

but the idea of getting caught only turned you both on further, the adrenaline acting like a cheap aphrodisiac as you both tried to grab any and every part of each other.

using his right hand, he grabbed ahold of your face and drew it closer to his. then, he kissed you. he kissed you as if you were the high his body was so desperately chasing. his hand slipped inside your shorts and started toying with your cunt, smiling against your lips when you closed your eyes and let him have his way.

"yuu—" you gasped, still sensitive, "don-don't do that"

he kissed you again, swallowing any objections and that wretched nickname down his throat with ease.

the door rattled as sukuna banged on it, "oi!"

both you and the jock you were tangled against stopped. breath caught in your throats, wide-eyed and looking at each other in horror. stabilizing your breath, you gathered courage and yelled back, "what is it, kuna?"

"you've been in there for way too long, everything okay?" he continued, "the food's here. and it's getting colder."

you casted a quick glance at yuuji, who seemed to have pursed his lips together so as to not even breathe.

"yeah, yeah everything's okay. i just, uh thought i got my period. but false alarm!" you chirped, sounding uncharacteristically enthusiastic about your monthly disaster, "just coming back."

"you're sure it's nothing else?" sukuna asked, and you could picture the suspicion on his tatted face.

"yeah yeah. aah—" you bit down your lip when yuuji decided it was a great time to thumb your clit. probably being a needy brat. you pursed your lips, before choking out a hasty, "—jus' go wait outside! give me some privacy, asshole."

"damn, okay. watch me eat all the food by the time you're out, brat."

"kunnaa" you groaned when yuuji went faster against you, "jus' go sit, i'll be out in a minute, okay?"

"fine." he grumbled before walking off.

you were about to whisper-shout at yuuji but he kissed you again, keeping the pressure of his fingers against your oversensitive clit constant. your knees wobbled, deciding to give out as the waves of orgasm threatened to wash over you. your thighs shook, head lolling back to rest on the wooden door.

"just a little more," yuuji egged you on, "come on, just a little bit more. gimme it, gimme please."

"fu- ngh no—" you bit on his lip to keep yourself quiet as the tides of orgasm washed over you and your knees gave out.

if he was in pain from your attack, he didn't show it. instead choosing to support your spent figure.

you both slumped against the door, sliding down as the pink-haired enveloped you into a hug. you breathed hard, resting your forehead against his chest. when you finally looked up at him, he gave you a smile, "too much?"

"you're an asshole." you whispered back. your fingers swiftly traced over his bottom lips, finding a little swollen bump where you had bit him.

"doesn't hurt." he reassured you, "barely felt like a pinch."

"i'm gonna go take sukuna into my room." you cleared, brushing the wet strands from his forehead, "you use the time to sneak out, okay?"

the quarterback pouted. what a child. "the lesson's over so quick?"

your fingers rested on his jawline, pulling his pouty face forward to lay down a chaste kiss. you give him a teasing smile, "i think i'll fry your brain if i taught you everything in one go, yuu."

"that so?"

"mhm."

the jock gave you a devious smile, "you're gonna make me wait?"

"teach you some patience while i'm at it, you know? patience is sooo import—"

"—I ATE YOUR FOOD, FYI. ITS GONE, DON'T COME CRYING TO ME LATER, BRAT." sukuna's voice boomed from the living room.

"fuck."

"fuck."

a/n: guess which motherfucker is posting while still being on a "writing hiatus" (this is a scheduled post lmao). haha, hello, hi. should i post a second part because a few lessons are yet to be learnt? ofc. ofc i should. will i? thats between me and god. (jk, i'll write it if someone wants to read it lol) let me know incase you wanna be tagged in part 02! is here!! divider: by @plutism tagging: @kingofthe-egirls because you love yuuji just as much as i do <3

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ddaddu series #1 - choi seungcheol dadverse au

hellooo ~ i said i think a week ago i wrote a new dad fic... and yes it's w the one and the only choi seungcheol😅 he's just screaaams dad girl so here we are. this is definetely one of longest i've written in a while. I was up all night and it took a few days to finish all of this so i hope you like it! and let me know if i should make more....

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Seungcheol burst through your front door, not even bothering to knock, looking slightly frazzled and out of breath. You were sitting on the living room floor with Areum, helping her color in a princess-themed coloring book, when he made his dramatic entrance.

"What's going on?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as Areum looked up, wide-eyed at her dad's sudden arrival.

"Daddy!" Areum exclaimed, abandoning her crayons and running over to hug him. He scooped her up with a brief smile but quickly turned his attention to you.

"I need your help," he said, his voice low and urgent.

You blinked, confused by his tone. "Help with what? Are you in trouble?"

"Yes," he replied immediately, setting Areum back down and stepping closer to you. "Big trouble. The boys are trying to set me up on a blind date, and I need an alibi."

"So, let me get this straight. Your *big trouble* is a blind date?" you stared at him for a moment, your lips twitching as you try not to laugh

"It's not funny," he protested, running a hand through his hair "Jeonghan and Joshua have been hounding me about it for weeks, and now they've gone and actually arranged something. They told the girl I was available. *Available!* Can you believe that?"

"Well..." you started, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice. "You *are* technically available, Seungcheol. You're single, remember?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly unamused. "That's not the point. I don't want to go."

"Then just say no?" you suggested, shrugging

"They won’t take no for an answer! They’ll guilt-trip me into going somehow. You know how they are." He sighed, flopping onto your couch like a man defeated. "That's why I need you to help me. Pretend I’m busy. Say we’ve got plans. Something—anything—to get me out of this."

"And why would I do that?" confused, you ask him

"Because..." He paused, looking genuinely desperate now. "You’re my only hope."

Before you could respond, Areum piped up, her little voice curious. "Daddy, what's a 'blind date'?"

Seungcheol winced, glancing at you for help. You smirked, not about to let him off the hook that easily. "Oh, it's when someone goes out with a stranger to see if they like each other," you explained casually. "Your dad's friends think he needs a girlfriend."

Areum's eyes went wide. "A girlfriend? But Daddy doesn't need a girlfriend. He has Mommy!"

Both you and Seungcheol froze at her innocent declaration, and then your cheeks flushed. You quickly looked away, focusing on the coloring book in front of you.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, seemed to perk up at Areum’s words.

"See?" he said, pointing at her as if she'd just made his case. "Even Areum agrees. I don’t need a girlfriend." as if his five year old's daughter is the only thing making sense right now.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

"Fine," you relented. "What exactly do you want me to say to get you out of this?"

"Anything!" he said quickly, leaning forward. "Just tell them we’re doing something together this weekend. A family thing. They'll back off if they think I'm spending time with you and Areum."

"You're so dramatic," you muttered, shaking your head. "But okay, I'll help you. This time."

"Thank you. You’re a lifesaver." he grinned, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, waving him off. "But you owe me for this."

"Deal," he said without hesitation, standing up and pulling Areum into his arms. "You hear that, princess? Daddy’s off the hook, thanks to Mommy."

Areum giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're silly, Daddy."

Seungcheol laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Yeah, I am. But don’t tell uncle Jeonghan and uncle Joshua that, okay? It’s our little secret."

As he left your apartment, looking far more relaxed than when he’d arrived, you couldn’t help but shake your head at the whole situation. Seungcheol, despite all his bravado, could be such a dork sometimes.

Still, there was a small, unexpected warmth in your chest as you watched him leave. Even after everything, he always seemed to find his way back to you. No matter what excuse he needed to make it happen.

Later that evening, Seungcheol was sitting at home, blissfully unaware that his “alibi” plan was about to backfire. He had just finished putting Areum to bed when his phone buzzed on the coffee table. Picking it up, he saw Jeonghan’s name on the screen.

He answered with a suspicious, “Hello?”

“You sneaky little liar,” Jeonghan’s voice greeted him, half-amused and half-accusing. “You could’ve just said no, you know.”

Seungcheol’s stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”

“*What am I talking about?* Oh, just the fact that we got a call from *her.*” Jeonghan’s emphasis on the word *her* was enough to make Seungcheol’s heart skip a beat.

“Her?” Seungcheol played dumb, even though he knew exactly who Jeonghan meant.

“Your lovely *ex-wife,*” Jeonghan said, clearly enjoying this. “She called to tell us you’re busy this weekend because you’re spending time with her and Areum. Ring any bells?”

Seungcheol groaned, rubbing his face. “She wasn’t supposed to actually call you! She was just supposed to tell me to tell you—”

“Well, she called anyway,” Jeonghan interrupted, snickering. “And let me just say, it was a very enlightening conversation. Joshua and I were on speakerphone with her, by the way.”

“Oh, great,” Seungcheol muttered, already dreading what was coming next

“She sounded so sweet, too,” Joshua chimed in, suddenly joining the call. “Told us you’d be having a family day. Said you were a great dad and how nice it was that you prioritized Areum.”

“I am a great dad,” Seungcheol defended, even though he knew where this was going

“And then,” Jeonghan continued, his voice dripping with mischief, “she thanked us for ‘understanding.’ Understanding *what,* Seungcheol? That you’re still hopelessly hung up on her?”

“I’m not hung up on her!” Seungcheol snapped, though his face was burning

“Oh, please,” Jeonghan said, laughing now. “You *ran* to her to avoid going on a blind date. If that doesn’t scream ‘still in love with my ex,’ I don’t know what does.”

“It’s not like that,” Seungcheol argued, even though he could hear how weak his own defense sounded

“Then what’s it like?” Joshua asked innocently, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer

Seungcheol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I didn’t want to go on the date, and it was the only way I could think of okay? That’s all it was.”

“Sure,” Jeonghan said, drawing the word out. “And the fact that you still wear your wedding ring sometimes doesn’t mean anything either, right?”

“I don’t—” Seungcheol started to protest, but Joshua cut him off.

“And the fact that you’re always making excuses to hang out with her and Areum? Totally not suspicious.”

“Or how about how you still call her whenever something important happens?” Jeonghan added. “Like that time you got promoted, and the *first* person you told wasn’t us, but *her.*”

“Okay, enough!” Seungcheol snapped, though he couldn’t deny any of it. He slumped back on the couch, glaring at the ceiling. “You two are insufferable.”

“Maybe,” Jeonghan said, clearly enjoying this. “But we’re not wrong, are we?”

There was a long pause, and for once, Seungcheol didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, he muttered, “I’m hanging up now,” and ended the call before they could say anything else.

As he set his phone down, Seungcheol sighed heavily. He hated how well Jeonghan and Joshua knew him. Hated how they could see right through him, even when he tried to deny it.

But most of all, he hated that they were right. Because no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, he wasn’t over you.

Not even close.

The next weekend, Seungcheol found himself being herded into a bar by Jeonghan, Joshua, and a few other friends. He hadn’t wanted to come, he’d rather be home with Areum or even by himself but Jeonghan had been persistent, and Seungcheol didn’t have the energy to argue.

“Come on, Cheol,” Jeonghan said, throwing an arm around his shoulders as they walked inside. “You’ve been way too uptight lately. A night out is exactly what you need.”

Seungcheol grunted in response, scanning the bar. It was packed with people, the music loud enough to make casual conversation impossible. He could already feel the headache forming.

“I’ll get us a table,” Joshua said, disappearing into the crowd

As they settled into a corner booth, Jeonghan smirked and gestured toward a group of women near the bar. “What about them? Think any of them would catch your eye, Cheol?”

Seungcheol shot him a glare. “Not interested.”

“Oh, come on,” Jeonghan teased. “You can’t stay hung up on—”

“I said I’m not interested,” Seungcheol interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended

Jeonghan raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off.”

But Jeonghan being Jeonghan, he didn’t let it drop. When the women eventually came over, clearly encouraged by Jeonghan and Joshua, Seungcheol’s discomfort was palpable

“Hi,” one of the women said, flashing him a bright smile. “I’m Hyejin. And you are?”

“Not interested,” Seungcheol muttered, taking a sip of his drink without meeting her gaze.

Her smile faltered, but she didn’t give up. “Oh, come on. You’re way too handsome to be sitting here brooding all night.”

Joshua tried to suppress a laugh while Jeonghan nudged him under the table, grinning like the devil himself.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Seungcheol said, still avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t mind him,” Jeonghan said, ever the instigator. “He’s just shy.”

Seungcheol glared at Jeonghan. “I’m not shy.”

“Then talk to her,” Jeonghan challenged, a mischievous glint in his eye

“I don’t want to,” Seungcheol snapped, standing up abruptly. “I’m getting some air.”

As he walked away, Jeonghan burst into laughter. “I swear, he’s worse than a teenager with a crush.”

Outside, Seungcheol leaned against the cool brick wall, letting out a heavy sigh. He didn’t know why he’d let the guys drag him out in the first place. This wasn’t his scene anymore.

He pulled out his phone and instinctively opened your messages. There was a picture you’d sent earlier that day of Areum holding up a crayon drawing of the two of you with her in the middle. She’d written “My Famly” in bright, messy letters at the top.

He smiled to himself, his thumb hovering over the call button.

Before he could make a decision, the door to the bar opened, and Joshua stepped outside, a knowing look on his face. “Thought I’d find you out here.”

“Not in the mood,” Seungcheol muttered, putting his phone away.

Joshua leaned against the wall next to him, crossing his arms. “You know, Jeonghan’s just messing with you. He knows you’re still into her.”

“I’m not—”

“Cheol.” Joshua cut him off with a pointed look. “We’ve known you for years. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter. We’re divorced. She’s moved on.”

“Has she?” Joshua asked, raising an eyebrow

That made Seungcheol pause. “What do you mean?”

“She’s not exactly going on dates, is she?” Joshua pointed out. “And last I checked, she’s still wearing your ring.”

Seungcheol frowned, his chest tightening at the thought. He’d noticed it, of course. How could he not? But he hadn’t dared to hope it meant anything.

“Look, man,” Joshua said, clapping him on the shoulder. “If you still love her and I know you do you’ve got to stop acting like it’s too late. Because if you keep sitting on the sidelines, someone else *will* come along eventually. And you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself.”

With that, Joshua turned and went back inside, leaving Seungcheol alone with his thoughts.

And for the first time in a long while, those thoughts were filled with hope.

Seungcheol sighed and adjusted his jacket as he made his way back inside. Maybe if he stayed near the bar’s edge, the persistent group would lose interest. But as soon as he returned to the booth, Hyejin, the overly determined woman, lit up like he was her jackpot.

“There you are,” she said, patting the empty seat beside her. “I thought you might’ve run off.”

Seungcheol stayed standing, crossing his arms. “Just needed air.”

“Well, now that you’re back, let’s make this night a little more fun, huh?” She reached for his arm, but he took a step back

“I’m good,” he said flatly

But Hyejin clearly wasn’t one to give up easily.

“Oh, come on. One drink. What’s the harm?”

Jeonghan and Joshua, meanwhile, were watching the scene unfold like it was the best drama of the year. Joshua even had the audacity to take a sip of his beer and mutter, “This is going to be good.”

Seungcheol shot them both a glare before turning back to Hyejin. He’d had enough of the games.

“Look,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I’m flattered, really. But I’m not interested. I have someone else.”

Her smile faltered. “Oh? You’re married?”

He didn’t hesitate reaching for the gold chain tucked under his shirt, there hangs his wedding ring. The date and your initials engraved on the inside. He let it dangle in the dim light, the small circle gleaming like a quiet promise.

“Divorced,” he clarified, “but that doesn’t mean I’m available.”

Hyejin blinked, clearly not expecting that response. “You’re divorced, but you’re still...?”

“I’m still in love with my ex-wife,” Seungcheol said plainly, his voice steady. “And we have a daughter together. Her name is Areum. She’s five, loves soccer, and thinks I can fix anything—even when I can’t.”

Jeonghan and Joshua exchanged wide-eyed glances, the playful smirks slipping from their faces.

“Whoa,” Jeonghan muttered under his breath. “He went there.”

Seungcheol ignored them, keeping his focus on Hyejin. “So, no offense, but I’m not looking for anything. My family is my priority. Always.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before Hyejin finally nodded, clearly caught off guard. “I see. Well... good for you, I guess. It’s rare to meet someone so dedicated.”

With that, she stood up, mumbling something about grabbing another drink, and walked away.

The second she was out of earshot, Jeonghan burst into laughter. “Oh, my God. Cheol, that was...”

“I’ve never seen someone so politely crush someone’s hopes like that.” Joshua shook his head, though he was smiling

“I’m not joking,” Seungcheol said, slipping the ring and chain back under his shirt

Jeonghan grinned, leaning across the table. “We know you’re not. That’s what makes it so entertaining. You’re still head over heels for her, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol sighed, sinking into the booth. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Nope,” Jeonghan said, popping the “p.” “This is exactly the time to do it. Because you just told a complete stranger that you’re still in love with your ex-wife. Out loud. In public.”

“And in front of witnesses,” Joshua added, smirking

Seungcheol groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Why do I even hang out with you two?”

“Because we’re the only ones who can call you out on your nonsense,” Jeonghan said, patting him on the back. “And honestly, Cheol, it’s about time you stopped hiding it.”

“Stopped hiding what?” Seungcheol muttered.

“That you want her back,” Joshua said simply.

Seungcheol didn’t respond, his thoughts too tangled with the truth of their words. He didn’t need to admit it—they already knew.

And deep down, so did he.

The hum of the car engine fills the silence between you and Seungcheol. The road stretches endlessly, flanked by towering trees that seem to lean in, listening to the quiet tension between you. In the backseat, Areum is a bundle of energy, her stuffed rabbit tucked securely under one arm as she hums a made-up tune. Her legs swing back and forth, her excitement barely contained.

“Are we there yet?” she chirps for the third time in an hour

“Almost, sweetheart,” Seungcheol answers, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

You glance at him from the passenger seat, noting how his hands grip the steering wheel, veins faintly visible under his tan skin. He looks good—too good. His hair, slightly longer than when you last saw him, falls over his forehead, and his jawline is as sharp as ever.

You force yourself to look away, instead focusing on the scenery outside, even though it does little to distract you from the weight of his presence.

“You excited, Areum?” you ask

“I’m soooo excited!” she exclaims, throwing her hands into the air. “Mommy, Daddy, we’re going to have so much fun! Just like old times!”

Your heart clenches at her words. You glance at Seungcheol again, catching the way his lips press into a thin line. He doesn’t say anything, but the moment hangs heavily between you.

The cabin is perfect. Nestled by a serene lake, it’s surrounded by tall pines that sway gently in the breeze. The wooden exterior glows warmly in the afternoon sunlight, and Areum bounces with excitement as soon as you step out of the car.

“Look, Mommy! A swing!” she squeals, racing toward the porch where a rustic wooden swing creaks invitingly.

Seungcheol opens the trunk and starts unloading the bags. You hesitate for a moment before grabbing Areum’s smaller suitcase and following him inside.

Areum darts around, exploring every nook and cranny, while you and Seungcheol silently divvy up tasks. You find yourself in the kitchen, unpacking snacks and prepping a quick lunch.

The clatter of utensils is the only sound until Seungcheol walks in, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that shouldn’t still affect you the way they do.

“Need help?” he asks

“I’ve got it,” you reply curtly, not looking up

He doesn’t leave. Instead, he leans against the counter, watching you as you slice fruit. The tension is suffocating, and you’re about to tell him to either help or leave when Areum bursts in

“Daddy! Come help me unpack my toys!” she demands, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the door

He follows her willingly, but not before casting one last look your way A look that lingers too long and says too much.

After dinner, Areum insists on roasting marshmallows by the firepit outside. The three of you gather under the clear night sky, the flames crackling and sending up occasional sparks. Areum’s laughter fills the air as she holds her marshmallow too close to the fire, causing it to catch alight.

“Help, Daddy!” she shrieks, holding the stick out.

Seungcheol chuckles, taking it from her and expertly blowing out the flames. “There. Perfectly charred,” he declares, handing it back to her.

You watch as he wipes a smudge of chocolate from her cheek, his expression soft and full of love. The sight twists something inside you, and you have to look away.

When your eyes meet his across the fire, his gaze is steady, searching, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

Areum’s birthday breakfast is a chaotic mix of pancakes, whipped cream, and sprinkles. She insists on wearing her birthday crown all day, and Seungcheol dutifully bows every time she walks by, calling her “Princess Areum.”

When it’s time for cake, she claps her hands excitedly as you light the candles. “Okay, sweetie, make a wish,” you say, kneeling beside her.

She closes her eyes, her expression scrunching up in concentration. Then, with a triumphant shout, she declares, “I wish for a sibling!”

Your breath catches, and you glance at Seungcheol, who looks just as stunned. Areum blows out the candles in one go, her face lighting up with joy. “Now it has to come true!” she exclaims, completely oblivious to the tension between you and her father.

The morning sun glitters on the lake’s surface, and Areum races ahead, her bright pink swimsuit standing out against the greens and blues of nature. She shrieks with delight as her toes touch the cold water, kicking up little splashes.

“Come on, Mommy! Daddy!” she calls, waving her arms.

You hesitate at the shoreline, adjusting your cover-up nervously. Seungcheol, on the other hand, wades in without hesitation, his muscular frame cutting through the water as he lifts Areum into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around, droplets flying everywhere.

“Scared of a little water?” he teases, glancing back at you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes but step in, letting the icy water creep up your legs. Areum swims over to you, her small hands grasping yours.

“Let’s play! All of us!” she exclaims.

She drags you toward Seungcheol, who’s treading water a few feet away. The three of you end up playing a makeshift game of tag, and for a moment, it feels almost normal almost like the three of you are a family again.

Later, when Areum insists on building sandcastles by the shore, you sit side by side with Seungcheol, the silence between you no longer quite as heavy.

“She really loves this,” he says, watching Areum with a fond smile.

“She’s been looking forward to it for weeks,” you admit, fiddling with a piece of grass. “She wanted it to be perfect.”

He glances at you. “I think it is.”

After Areum falls asleep, the cabin feels too quiet. You find yourself on the porch, staring out at the dark lake. The sound of footsteps behind you makes you tense, but you don’t turn around. You know it’s him.

“She really surprised us today,” Seungcheol says, leaning against the railing beside you

“That’s Areum,” you reply softly, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Always full of surprises.”

There’s a pause before he speaks again. “She’s a lot like you.”

You glance at him, caught off guard. His gaze is steady, filled with something you can’t quite name. “You don’t have to say that,” you mumble

“I mean it,” he says, his voice low. “You’re both stubborn, and you never give up on what you want.”

The words hang between you, and before you can think, he takes a step closer. “I know I messed up,” he says, his tone almost pleading. “But being here… it reminds me of what we had. What we could still have.”

“Cheol…” you start, but he silences you with a gentle touch on your arm.

“I’m not asking for everything right now,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “But tell me… do you feel it too? Even a little?”

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you close the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that feels like both a question and an answer. It’s slow, deliberate, and filled with the weight of everything left unsaid.

For the first time in years, you let yourself hope.

The kiss deepens, but it isn’t hurried. It feels more like rediscovering something familiar yet distant. Seungcheol’s hand finds the curve of your waist, grounding you, while the other gently brushes your cheek.

For a fleeting moment, the years of heartbreak, resentment, and missed chances seem to melt away, leaving just the two of you under the starlit sky.

When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, and his breath fans across your face. Neither of you says a word, and for once, the silence feels comfortable, even necessary.

“I… I should go to bed,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. It isn’t a rejection, but a plea for space, a moment to process what just happened.

Seungcheol nods, his hand lingering on your arm before he lets you go. “Goodnight,” he murmurs, his voice laced with something you can’t quite place—hope, maybe.

You retreat to your room, your heart pounding in your chest. You glance at the bed, where Areum sleeps peacefully, her little hand clutching her stuffed rabbit. Her soft breaths are a reminder of everything that matters, of why you came here in the first place.

Still, when you lie down, the memory of Seungcheol’s touch lingers, refusing to let you rest.

The next morning, it's smell of freshly brewed coffee wakes you. Padding into the kitchen, you find Seungcheol already at work, flipping pancakes while Areum sits on the counter, wearing one of his oversized shirts over her pajamas. She’s animatedly telling him a story about her dreams, waving her arms for emphasis.

“And then the dragon said, ‘Areum, you’re the bravest princess ever!’” she declares, her eyes wide. “Right, Daddy?”

“Of course,” he says with a grin, ruffling her hair. “If there’s anyone who can take down a dragon, it’s you.”

You linger in the doorway, unnoticed for a moment, watching the easy way they interact. Areum looks at him like he hung the moon, and Seungcheol, for all his faults, looks at her like she’s his whole world.

“Mommy!” Areum spots you first, her face lighting up. “Daddy’s teaching me how to flip pancakes! Look!” She holds up a spatula triumphantly

“Is he now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you step closer. “Just don’t let him burn them.”

“Hey, I’m a pro. You remember.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. It’s moments like this that make it hard to hold on to the walls you’ve built.

As the three of you sit down to breakfast, Areum chatters on about all the things she wants to do before you leave the cabin. Her energy is infectious, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself relax.

After lunch, Areum insists on having a tea party outside by the lake. She drags Seungcheol along, handing him a tiny pink teacup and a plastic tiara. You try not to laugh as he dutifully places it on his head, his expression serious as Areum pours invisible tea into his cup.

“Daddy, you have to hold your pinky up!” Areum scolds, demonstrating the proper way to hold a teacup.

“Like this?” he asks, holding up his pinky with exaggerated effort.

Areum giggles. “No, Daddy, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Why don’t you join us, Mommy?” Areum calls, waving you over

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking your head. “You and Daddy seem to have it under control.”

“She’s scared of your tea,” Seungcheol teases, winking at you. “Probably thinks it’s too strong.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

It's the last night at the cabin before going back to normal. After putting Areum to bed, you find Seungcheol on the porch again, leaning against the railing. The moon casts a soft glow on the lake, and the air is cool but pleasant.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks without turning around.

You step out, closing the door quietly behind you. “Something like that.”

He gestures for you to join him, and after a moment’s hesitation, you do. The two of you stand in silence, the sounds of crickets and the gentle lapping of the lake filling the void.

“She’s amazing, you know,” he says finally, his voice low. “Areum. She’s everything good about us.”

You swallow hard, nodding. “She is.”

He turns to look at you then, his gaze soft but intense. “I meant what I said last night,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to lose this again. I don’t want to lose you.”

Your breath catches, but before you can respond, he reaches for your hand. His fingers are warm, steady, as they curl around yours.

“I know it will be hard,” he continues, his voice rough with emotion. “But if there’s even a part of you that still believes in us, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’ve changed.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you look down, unsure of how to respond.

“Cheol…” you start, your voice trembling. “This isn’t just about us anymore. It’s about Areum.”

“I know,” he says, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “And that’s why I want to do this right. For her. For you.”

For a long moment, you say nothing, your gaze fixed on the horizon. But when you finally look up, you see the sincerity in his eyes, and the walls you’ve built around your heart begin to crumble.

“Okay,” you whisper. “But this time… we take it slow.”

A smile spreads across his face, and for the first time in years, it feels like the start of something new.

The porch is quiet, save for the soft chirping of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Seungcheol’s hand lingers in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, deliberate movements. The air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken words and emotions that neither of you can ignore anymore.

“Slow,” he repeats, his voice soft but resolute. “I can do slow.”

But the way he’s looking at you now. His gaze warm and searching, dipping from your eyes to your lips makes you doubt his resolve. Your pulse quickens as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming in a way that feels both familiar and new.

“Cheol…” you murmur, unsure whether it’s meant to be a warning or encouragement

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His free hand rises, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, lingering at your temple. “Tell me, and I will.”

You should say it. You should remind him that Areum is just inside, that this isn’t the time, that you’re still trying to figure things out. But instead, you find yourself leaning into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin unraveling the last of your defenses.

He takes your silence as permission and leans down slowly, his lips brushing against yours with an achingly soft tenderness. The kiss is tentative at first, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away, but when you don’t, it deepens. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other.

The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of emotions you’ve tried so hard to bury. His lips are firm and insistent, and when his teeth graze your lower lip, you let out a soft gasp that seems to ignite something in him. He tilts his head, angling the kiss to deepen it further, and you feel his fingers tighten on your waist.

Your hands find their way to his chest, pressing lightly against the hard muscle beneath his shirt. It’s not a push to stop, but it makes him pause. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breathing uneven.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, your fingers curling into his shirt. “Yeah.”

He lets out a soft laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His confession sends a shiver through you, but before you can respond, his lips are on yours again. This time, there’s less hesitation. His hand slips under the hem of your sweater, his palm warm against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is electric, sending sparks racing up your spine.

You can’t help the soft moan that escapes you, and Seungcheol freezes, pulling back abruptly. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I said slow, and I mean it. I don’t want to mess this up.”

You’re breathless, your cheeks flushed as you look up at him. There’s a vulnerability in his expression that makes your heart ache. “You’re not messing anything up,” you assure him, your fingers still gripping his shirt.

He exhales deeply, resting his hands on your hips but making no move to take things further. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, half-smiling as he brushes his thumb against your hipbone.

The sound of a soft thud inside the cabin breaks the moment, and both of you freeze, turning toward the door.

“Areum,” you whisper, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. “Guess the universe has a way of keeping me in check.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “We should check on her.”

He nods, his expression still warm. As you turn to head back inside, he catches your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Slow,” he repeats, his eyes locking with yours. “But I’m not letting you go this time.”

You smile, the warmth of his words settling deep in your chest. “Okay.”

Inside, Areum is fast asleep, her stuffed rabbit lying on the floor beside her bed. You tuck her back in, brushing a kiss to her forehead before slipping out of the room. As you close the door, Seungcheol is waiting in the hallway, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

“Goodnight,” you say softly, pausing in front of him

“Goodnight,” he replies, but his eyes linger on you a moment longer before he heads to his own room.

You retreat to your bed, your heart still racing from the night’s events. For the first time in years, you feel a flicker of hope—a possibility of rebuilding what you thought was lost. And as you drift off to sleep, you find yourself looking forward to what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of Areum’s laughter as she runs through the living room, her stuffed rabbit trailing behind her. Seungcheol is chasing after her, pretending to be a monster, his deep growls making her shriek in delight.

You go down to see the duo having so much energy this early in the day, a fond smiling forming on your face

“Daddy, you’ll never catch me!” Areum taunts, darting behind the couch.

“We’ll see about that!” Seungcheol lunges dramatically, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down!” she squeals, though her giggles betray her delight.

“Okay, okay, you win!” she says between giggles.

He sits beside her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “That’s what I thought. Who’s the champ?”

“You are!” she says, sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention to you. “Mommy! Come sit with us!”

You join them on the couch, Areum immediately climbing into your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck. “Did you have fun this weekend, sweetheart?” you ask, smoothing her hair

“Yes! It was the best birthday ever!” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up. Then, as if remembering something important, she leans back to look at both you and Seungcheol, her expression suddenly serious

“What is it, Areum?” you ask her

She takes a deep breath, her little brows furrowed in concentration. “Yesterday, when I blew out my candles, I made a wish.”

You and Seungcheol exchange a quick glance, his brow lifting in curiosity "We remember, what about it sweet girl?"

"I thought about it a lot. And since Mommy and Daddy are best friends” she pauses to give each of you a knowing look, “—I thought maybe you could make it happen.”

Seungcheol bursts into laughter, ruffling Areum’s hair. “That’s quite the request, princess.”

“But you always say you’d do anything for me!” she counters, crossing her arms in a way that makes her look far older than six.

You bite back a smile, trying to keep your tone serious. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t exactly work like that.”

“Why not?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Well,” Seungcheol jumps in, his voice warm and teasing, “it’s not something that happens overnight. It takes time and a lot of love.”

Areum seems to consider this, her little face scrunching up in thought. Then she looks at the two of you, her smile returning. “That’s okay! I can wait. As long as you promise!”

You and Seungcheol both laugh, and he reaches over to give her a hug. “We’ll see what we can do, princess. No promises, but we’ll try our best.”

“Yay!” Areum cheers, completely satisfied with that answer. She wriggles out of your lap and runs off to find her toys, leaving the two of you alone.

As soon as Areum disappears down the hall, Seungcheol turns to you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, that was unexpected.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “She’s bold. Definitely takes after you.”

“Me?” he protests, feigning offense. “I think she takes after her mom. You’ve got a pretty bold streak yourself.”

“So, what do we tell her if she asks again?”

Seungcheol leans back, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “We tell her the truth. That we’re figuring things out, but we’ll always be a family—no matter what.”

“And hey,” he adds, his tone teasing, “if she really wants a sibling, I guess we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

You swat his arm, laughing despite yourself. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Choi Seungcheol.”

He grins, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers. “No rush,” he says softly, his eyes locking with yours. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

And as you sit there, hand in hand, you can’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long while, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

King of decay

New game ch.1

Ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 A03

A/N: since everyone pick king shigaraki in the poll, I couldn't resist making this story asap. I was into this idea for the longest. If you guys enjoy this story please let me know. So this is a dark romantic fantasy theme au where it doesn't follow the mha plot but I'll add characters into this story, I'll post this every Friday if this get popular. ( Not this Friday but the next one. ) anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one. MINOR N ANTIS DNI, IT'S 18+ AND YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Shigaraki's pov

It's the beginning of my life, I lost my family by accidentally killing them with my bare hands. I met a strange man before the incident, I didn't know much until I was cursed with it, I couldn't touch anything and anyone with these hands.

Blood covered my hands as I sob uncontrollably, I ran away from my village to live in the forest alone.

The days went on as my clothes got dirty and I felt cold, I lay on an old tree as a resting spot.

No one in my village helped me, I was truly alone, I curled into a ball and couldn't stop crying.

Until I hear him, the strange man that brought me home as I look up with tears.

“ Are you lost? ” he had a sincere smile as he put a hand on my head and pull me close.

“ don't worry, I'll take care of you young one.”

“ What's your name? ” he looked into my eyes as I stare in silence.

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“ tenko shimura..” he has a comfort aura as he smiles softly.

“ tenko… you will be reborn, you don't need your old life from that village. ” I tilt my head in confusion as he pet my hair softly.

“ you will be known as tomura shigaraki as the new~.. come on little one.” and I don't remember much about my childhood but I had everything a kid asked for, a massive bedroom, a feast, so many maids to help me out.

As I grew older into my early adulthood, my old man king Shigaraki made me become a king.

He wished for two things for me, a new heir and to rule the world with a fist.

A new heir?uh I'm not sure about it since I'm cursed with decay. I can't do anything like that but fear of not finding a wife and starting a family is running out of time.

I sit on my throne lazily as my mentor Kurogiri, he was around when Afo brought me into his kingdom when I was a child.

He cleared his throat as he had a princess in line and in hand in marriage as I sighed softly.

None of them catch my attention, they're a bit too rude and entitled little brats that pisses me off.

“ Switch one would you like your highness? ” I roll my eyes as I tilt my head at him then at the women.

“ ehh.. they're not interesting to me. ” Kurogiri bowed his head as he apologized.” I deeply apologize your highness, we'll find more princesses!! ” he politely escorted the women away as they looked neither offended nor annoyed about wasting their time. At least I didn't send them to the dungeon to go rot.

This is wasting my time, I need some fresh air, I told my guards not to worry about me as I'll be taking a long walk.

I head quietly to my master bedroom as I dressed myself in civilian clothes. Baggy black outfit and deep red cloak.

I pull my hood over my long messy white hair as I begin to scroll to the village nearby.

This village is doing a bit better these days, afo was an evil man and so evil that he forced everyone to bow to his knees and give him money. I didn't understand back then how he brainwashed them into thinking he's a good king and made them starve.

I destroyed that man after he was laying in bed after I became king. He didn't say anything, he seemed like he's ready to pass away so I ended his suffering by decaying his face. Putting his ashes into a jar on the shelf never went into his old room afterwards.

I passionately hate him and how he's treating everyone in this kingdom.

I begin to walk into a flea market, looking around as I observe the surroundings.

This village has gotten a lot better, there were people enjoying their own life and gossip as I eavesdropped.

“ Man, that new king seems more intimidating than the last one.”

“ yeah but at least he's a bit helpful by making us have better jobs and- ” I was too distracted by their conversation but I didn't realize a young woman bumped into me, costing me to catch her while she was falling.

My eyes wide in shock, too stunned by what was happening.

You were covered in dirt, covered in rags as you immediately apologized." Oh God!! I'm sorry Mister, I didn't see you coming.” as you're rambling, I wasn't shocked by bumping into you. No no no.. you didn't decay immediately, my hands were on your arms for a second and you didn't get affected by this.

Strange as I thought to myself, could this be my new lover? A person that is immune to this cursed and be alive.

“ it's o-okay.. don't worry about it sweetheart.” I give you a playful wink as I walk away. Who is this woman and I need to make her mine.

Mine and mine only, seeing you blushed even though you had a rough life with dirty old clothes on and hair that hasn't been washed for days.

I couldn't help but find you adorable and remind me a lot like myself when I was young and in the forest once.

I turn my head back as you slowly walk away from people who have jobs selling fruit on the streets.

You definitely peak my interest, I need to follow you.

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The Longest Wait (Blue Lock)

Heyo! :D Y'all knew it was Bachisagi week? (Or was- I don’t know the dates, I just saw art celebrating it) I don't keep up with those TBH- but since I've had this made up featuring our boys I figured I'd share it anyway :D (This isn't in theme with the prompt- honestly I have no idea what the prompts are I just saw Bachisagi and that's that lols)

I made this little ol' fic for a friend of mine- you know who you are ;) I decided I wanted to post it now cause why not? :D Here's some Bachisagi for the soul, folks! I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing, Spoilers for Blue Lock Second Selection

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@cupcake-spice13 @myreygn

Summary: Bachira is in a major tickly mood and wants to play. The problem? The Top 3 aren't all that interested. And so- the longest wait for Isagi to return has begun.

“I GOTCHA!” Bachira cheered, running forward as he grabbed onto Aryu’s waist. The taller boy barely had time to react before Bachira was on him, fingers flying over his ribs, sides, stomach, hips, what he could reach he tickled. “Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha…gotcha?” He paused, confused on why he wasn’t hearing laughter.

Looking up, he found Aryu’s amused look meeting his own, lips quirked up in a smirk. “Very glam attempt, Bachira- but I’m not ticklish.”

“What? No way- you have to be! Here? Here?” He gave his knees and thigh a squeeze- nothing! “Not even your feet or armpits or neck?”

Aryu raised an arm, and Bachira scribbled under it. Not even a giggle.

“Wow. I never knew anyone who wasn’t ticklish.” Bachira blinked, amazed. Then his eyes widened when Aryu turned to look at him, a grin pulling at his lips. “Sihihihlly me~”

“Very silly.” Aryu reached out, and Bachira braced himself-

For a pat on the head. He blinked.

“Silly but glam. I respect the hustle.” Aryu nodded before returning to his original goal- leaving Bachira standing there oddly disappointed.

~~~

Tokemitsu sighed as he finished working out, sitting on the nearby bench with a towel over his head. The perfect time to strike! Bachira giggled, slowly approaching the older boy as he drank water. “Toke~MITSU!” He yelled in glee, jabbing his fingers into the buff boy’s ribs.

“PFFFT-” Water flew everywhere as Tokimitsu choked, coughing and laughing between each breath. Bachira blinked, suddenly worried he killed him, but then Tokimitsu was just giggly and he took that as a sign to keep going.

“Ahehahahhahahahhahaha! B-Bahahahahhahchirahhahahahahaha!” He cried, going stone still as he curled into himself and laughed. “Dohohoohohon’t it tihihiihhiihckles!”

“Does it now? Well come on then- fight back!” Bachira teased, drilling his fingers along the backs of Tokimitsu’s ribs, making him arch and cackle. “Make me stop, Toke~”

“Ahehahahhahhahaha! Gehahahahahahahaha! Aahah-EHEHEHEHEHHHH!” And then he was off, running for the hills and out of the gym. Bachira began to follow, but blinked when he saw Tokimitsu nowhere in sight.

That uneasy disappointment settled in his chest once more.

~~~

“Rin! Rin, Rin, Rin!” Bachira bounced up, fingers poised. “I’m gonna-”

“If you touch me, you die.” Rin growled, eyes cold and dangerous.

Bachira instantly retracted- he knew the difference between a halfhearted threat and a hard stop. Rin was clearly not in the mood. “Eh…fair enough. Well- want to practice together? We can make a bet! Loser get to…” Bachira watched as Rin faded away from the conversation- literally. Before he could even wager anything, the other boy was halfway across the soccer field, practicing drills.

“Man, and I was gonna let you win, too.” Bachira huffed, falling back against the wall and sinking into the grass. Joining the Top 3 was both a blessing and a curse. Sure- he definitely evolved as a player and his soccer improved, but he was so…lonely. He missed Team Z- at least there was someone always in the mood to play with him when he got like this.

Someone…Isagi.

Oh, how he missed Isagi.

The boy who was so unyieldingly present- who’s playful moods seemed to align almost perfectly with his own, meaning he always had company. Even when they didn’t, Bachira could at least have a friend- here he felt strangely out of place despite being here for over a week. The Top 3- for the most part- were nice enough, but it just wasn’t the same.

He missed his blue eyed monster companion. His chest ached longingly for him.

…..Huh. When’d he start feeling that?

Silly. He chided himself. You’ve always felt that way since the beginning. It’s just even more present now that he’s not here.

Bachira sighed, bringing his knees up to his chin. He wanted Isagi back.

A ball came rolling to his feet, followed by legs. For a brief moment, Bachira wondered if he got his wish.

But when he looked up, blue eyes were teal, and soft blue hair turned green. “If you want to run drills, hurry up.” Rin scoffed, looking away. Bachira’s eyes may have been playing tricks, but he swore he saw a faint flush on his ears. “Either that or mope somewhere else.”

“Aww, worried about me?” Bachira cooed, grinning when Rin scowled, his ears reddening further. “I’m fine- but I’ll gladly take your offer.”

It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but it would have to do.

~~~

Then Isagi was leaning against the wall when they came out, eyes only for Bachira and a challenge on his lips.

“Yo Bachira. I’ve been looking for you.”

~~~

“I can’t BELIEVE it! Luck? Ugh, what irony!” Isagi flopped backwards against his new bed, freshly washed and mildly embarrassed. He had gotten back from bothering Rin- apparently he slipped and fell on him when attempting a Yoga pose. Bachira had been giggling up a storm for the past few minutes, so much so when Rin did return he tossed his towel in his face and grumbled something about “Should have picked the lazy guy.”

“Still, you’re here!” Bachira grinned, flopping across Isagi’s prone form with bright eyes. His heart couldn’t stop beating- and he may have cried in the shower earlier. He was just booming with emotions tonight- Isagi was BACK!

That fear in his chest regarding who he’d pick if he won still hung around, but he could tuck it away. Isagi was home!

“I am!” Isagi sighed, something like relief in his eyes as he turned to look at Bachira. “I can’t believe he picked me. I was worried for a second there!” He laughed, reaching out and taking Bachira’s cheek in his hand. “But we’re together, and I won’t let you slip away from me ever again.”

That fear released some, but the question was still on his lips. “Isagi..would you have picked me? If you guys won?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation. Isagi’s eyes were dark with genuinity. “You’ve always been my pick.”

The fear vanished completely, and Bachira smiled, eyes starting to grow wet. “Thank you…”

“Ugh, you two are insufferable.” Rin groaned from his bed, earning a knowing smile from Aryu as he dried his hair. “Why the hell did we pick him again?”

“You picked him, Rin-Rin. In fact- I think your exact words after we left ego was “Now that bob-cut weirdo can be happy again.” Very glam on your end.” The older boy pulled his hair free, pausing when eyes were on him. “Was that a secret?”

“Kinda?” Tokimitsu offered, smiling sheepishly at Rin’s stunned embarrassment, face slightly flushed as he glared into the floor. Bachira and Isagi gawked, looking from Rin to Aryu to Tokimitsu to each other.

“Aw, RinRin~” Bachira began.

“That’s so-” Isagi followed up.

“Shut up! Don’t say anything- ugh, I’m showering.” Rin grumbled, standing from the bed and storming out, face on fire. No one pointed out he had just come back from it.

“Who knew he was such a softie?” Bachira asked when he was gone, earning a chorus of giggles and smiles.

“We have to pay him back sometime.” Isagi nodded.

“Later.” Bachira flopped into him, smiling. “Right now, I just want to be with you.”

~~~

It wasn’t much time later when the playful feeling returned.

Bouncing on his heels, Bachira poked his head through the door, finding Isagi plopped across one of the many yoga mats. He looked tired and happy and comfortable- all perfect attributes for Bachira’s mood.

Hopping in, he did a little tippy toe dance before dramatically sighing, falling back on his butt, then his back. He looked up at Isagi with big eyes as he stretched out across him, a smile on his lips.

Isagi, who had been half-paying attention till Bachira’s unceremonious lap attack, met his eyes with a head tilt, a grin pulling on his mouth. “Hello there. Come here often?”

“Only when you’re around.” Bachira snuggled up, poised and waiting.

Isagi snorted, shaking his head as he looked around the barely crowded gym. Chigiri and Nagi were running on the treadmills- well; Chigiri was. Nagi was all but snoozing as he walked slowly up one. Rin was stretching, surprisingly engaged as he talked  to a light blue haired boy across from him. Barou was doing weights- shirt off and drenched in sweat.

All lost in their own little worlds. He doubted any of them would notice them.

“Lucky me. And here I thought I’d be stretching alone.” Isagi gave his arms a good one, flinching and giggling when fingers prodded his ribs. “Whahat?”

Bachira’s hands went back across his belly, folded and patient. His smile never dropped as he watched Isagi, waiting.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” The blue eyed striker grinned, raising his hands high and wiggling his fingers. “You want to play huh?”

“Yes please.” Bachira breathed out, as if he was being relieved of a consistent pain. “I’ve been wanting to forever.”

“Ah, I see.” Isagi’s playful grin grew a bit soft, eyes warm as he drew out the anticipation. Then he struck, going right for Bachira’s waist. The smaller boy let out a squeak and an arch before bursting into giggles, squirming in his lap. “Ahehahahahhahahha! Isa-Isahahhahahahgihihihihiihhi!”

“Is this what you wanted? You wanted someone to tickle you for a while now, huh?” He cooed, bringing both hands up and across Bachira’s ribs in spidery motions. “I bet you were waiting forever for this. I bet you wanted someone to tickle you the entire time I was gone, huh?”

“Ahehahahahhahha! Mhahahahhahybeheheheheehehe?” Bachira giggled out, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. He didn’t bring his arms down from behind his head though, keeping them tucked there as he giggled and squirmed. “Whhohohohohoho’s to shahahahhahahahy?”

Isagi chuckled, drilling his fingers into Bachira’s highest rib and earning a proper squeal. Arms shot down as Bachira tried to loosely block him out, hands curling into fists to avoid reaching out and grabbing him. “Look at you- you won’t even fight back! Something tells me you’re loving this! So, let’s ask the important question.” He paused his attack, leaning over the other. “Do you want me to keep being gentle or go right for your back?”

Bachira gasped, sucking down greedy breaths as he weighed the options. Gentle or his worst spot. It would feel nice to cut loose and cackle like a goon while Isagi scratched at his shoulder blades…

But then he remembered they were in a public space, and while that never stopped him in the past, something about right now felt special. Like going all out was their thing and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Gheehhentle, plehahahse.” He decided, worried for a second, Isagi was gonna press. Instead, the blue eyed boy above him smiled in understanding, fingers tapping over Bachira’s belly and making him squirm and giggly once more.

“I gotcha, Bumblebee.” He grinned when the other went bright red, hiding his face in his hands as he giggled and kicked. “Oh, you like that?”

“Suhuhuhhuhuuhuhush!” He giggled out, squeaking when Isagi massaged his hip. His whole body tingled happily with each wave of laughter until finally- Isagi came to a stop, brushing back his messy bangs so he could really take in Bachira’s smiling face. “Aheheheheeheh….ehheheheehellohohoho thehehehehere.”

“Hello to you too.” He leaned in to kiss him-

There was a sudden crash. The two looked over as Nagi tumbled off the treadmill, phone flying as he rolled backwards. “Nagi!” Chigiri yelped, staggering off his own machine and rushing to the pale boy. Barou all but dropped his weights as he ran over too. “Say something!”

“.....Zz-Huh?” Nagi blinked, eyes heavy with sleep. “Did I win the marathon?”

“Dumbass.” Barou shook his head as Chigiri collapsed across the older boy, shoulders shaking with laughter. “He’s fine.” He called out to the gym, turning back to his weights.

“Well, that happened.” Bachira giggled, reaching up and pulling Isagi’s pouting face back to his own. “Where were we?”

“Oh? Ah, right.” Isagi smiled, giving him a quick peck before standing up. Bachira blinked up at him, intrigued. Then a hand was offered and he was pulled up and into Isagi’s arm, the taller boy scooping him up with ease.

Wow…when’d Isagi get so strong?

“Come on- let’s pick this back up in our room. I have some spots I want to try.” Isagi grinned, the thumb against Bachira’s back wiggling some and making the younger boy giggle.

“Take me away, Isagirin~” He sang, arms around his neck as he swung a foot, hanging on as Isagi all but ran to their room.

It was the longest wait in history, but with Isagi back on his side, it was worth it.

Thanks for reading!

[tsunami-of-tears]

A Court of Shadows and Sunshine — Part Eight

Azriel x Aurora (OC)

Summary: Uncle Helion makes an appearance and has some explaining to do. As usual, Rhys is a huge gossip! 

A/N: Now I know Rhys + Nesta don’t get along in the books, but I like to think they’ve bonded over playing matchmaker.  

Wordcount: 2.6K

Warnings: Angst! Slightly sexual themes (slightly), attempted SA/SH, violence

Part Seven

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Aurora 

“Hello, my dear niece. It’s been too long.” 

Through the fresh bond, you feel Azriel’s confusion turn to relief. You only feel confused. 

Helion glances between you both, his face is neutral aside from the slight quirking of a brow. “The cauldron does have a sense of humour.”

Rhys presses his lips firmly together to form a straight line, as if he had to force his mouth closed to keep from speaking.

Your wide eyes flick between the two High Lords, “What do you mean, niece?” 

“I’m afraid I have quite a bit of explaining to do, you will want to sit for this,” Helion continues, gesturing to the lounge behind you. 

Azriel remains close to your side as everyone takes a seat in the spacious office. You fold your arms over your chest and wait for Helion to speak.

“You already knew that your mother was from the Day Court, but we lied about her parentage. Helena was my younger sister.” Helion gives you a small, sad smile as if reminiscing on their childhood in Day. “Your parents met during the war, they were fighting for opposing sides when their mating bond snapped.” 

You nod in acknowledgement as Helion continues his explanation, you’d grown up hearing stories about your parents’ early relationship and what they overcame to be together. You’d dreamed of finding your own mate one day. 

Helion continues, “Your father, Ortun, hadn’t been happy with his king and the war. Being mated to Helena was the final straw for him. From that moment on, he became one of my spies.” You feel Azriel tensing slightly beside you. “To protect himself and Helena, and eventually you, they lied about her true identity and powers.”

You lean forward on your knees, running your hands through your hair. You look back up at Helion with furrowed brows.

 “How could they keep this from me?” You ask him, glaring into his amber eyes. 

“We were preparing to tell you, but Amarantha foiled that.” Helion pauses, averting your glare. “I couldn’t protect anyone else I loved. No one knew who you were, so Rhys was able to hide you here.”

Finally, everything is falling into place. You rise to your feet and start to pace as the information swirls around in your brain, filling in the missing pieces from your memories. It’s why you always travelled with your father, why you spent so much time in Prythian, why the High Lords saved you… 

You stop pacing and look straight at the High Lords in front of you. “What does this mean?” You question. You turn towards Rhysand, “Are you sending me away?” Your voice cracks as you think of the incident with Cassian. 

Rhys shakes his head. “Never, Rory. It’s entirely up to you where you wish to live. I just want to help you.”

“How do you plan to help? Haven’t you done enough for me?” Tears well in your eyes, and you slump down beside Azriel again. He laces his scarred fingers with yours, grounding you. You feel his unconditional support flowing down the bond. 

“Your powers are strong,” Helion starts. “You can learn to control them, so they don’t control you. I’ll teach you. There are no conditions, you’re my kin. Whether you wish to be a part of my court, Rhys’s, or neither, is entirely up to you. Whatever you choose, you will always have a home in Day.”

You look up from your hand joined with Azriel’s, “Velaris is my home.” 

Helion looks between you both and nods, “Of course, I understand. You’ll still have to visit though. Maybe for your birthday?” Helion offers. “It’s the big one hundred, and you can’t spend the longest day in the Night Court.”

Rhys lets out a dark chuckle. “You mean to tell me, you were born on the Summer Solstice?” He gives you an incredulous look. “You have light powers, your mate is a shadowsinger, and you were born on the longest day of the year. Gods, that’s like something you’d read in a story.” 

You laugh. A real laugh that fills your heart and overflows into your soul. The information you’ve received today doesn’t change anything substantial. Looking over at your mate you feel at peace. You know that this is exactly where you’re supposed to be - like the cauldron willed you to be in this very room at this moment.

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Azriel

One hundred. Aurora is only one hundred.

Azriel hadn’t realised quite how young she was, and it almost broke him. 

She’d spent fifty years mostly by herself in Velaris until the fateful day Nesta and Gwyn visited her studio. 

That’s half her life without her family, without a support system. She’s so young, and yet she’s been through so much. 

Azriel looks down at their intertwined fingers. His shadows swirl around them but they don’t dim her sparkle, they make her shine brighter. 

Never again, Azriel vowed. Never again would Aurora feel alone.

————

Rhysand

Emergency meeting. River House. Now!

Rhys is pacing excitedly in his study, he clenches his fists to stop them from shaking. He hears the sound of flapping wings getting closer, and then multiple sets of footsteps coming down the hall. He turns as his inner circle enters the room.

Cassian, Nesta and Amren remain standing while Mor, Elain and Feyre take up seats in the cream armchairs. Everyone exchanges confused glances while Feyre arches an eyebrow at her mate, wondering what has him leaping out of his skin.

Cassian looks around the room, surveying everyone who has gathered. “Where’s Azriel?” He asks. Elain pales slightly. 

“Azriel is why I called you all here.” Rhys grins widely. “It finally happened.” 

Everyone starts talking at once, “What happened?” “What’s going on?” “Is he okay?” 

Amren shushes everyone, “Come on, spit it out, boy.” 

Rhys responds by showing the group his memory from that morning. 

Your conversation with Helion is cut off as the powerful sound of wings draws closer. You peer out the front window from behind a drawn curtain and see Azriel and Aurora standing on the path leading up to your front door. They appear to be having a serious conversation. 

Aurora reaches towards Azriel and takes a step closer to him. You let out a loud gasp as Azriel wraps his arms around her waist, pulling their bodies together.

Their lips touch, softly and tenderly, and Aurora starts to glow - a golden flicker of light entangled with Azriel’s dark shadows. 

You turn back to Helion, unable to stop smiling. “Please excuse me for a moment,” You say, rushing to the front door. 

You open the door wide and see that the initially gentle kiss has turned into one that is much more heated. You curse internally, hating that you have to interrupt this moment, but you’re also quite pleased to have witnessed it yourself. 

“Ahem,” You cough.

Aurora and Azriel part abruptly. They both take a step back with wide eyes and flushed red cheeks. You smirk, knowing they were so caught up in the moment that they hadn’t noticed your presence. 

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” You purr. “But I have an important guest we’re keeping waiting.” You step to the side to let them in, Aurora looks down at her feet in an attempt to hide the deepening blush on her face. 

As the pair get closer, the scent slams into you, overwhelming your senses. Azriel’s usual night-chilled mist is now intertwined with something warmer - fragrant jasmine and liquid amber, like a balmy summer evening. 

As Aurora steps past, your eyes snap to Azriel’s, who is giving you a cold, unimpressed glare. You tap on his mental shields with your sharp talons, ‘What’s the matter, brother?’ 

Azriel shakes his head at you. ‘You have the worst timing ever. The bond just snapped for her.’ 

‘I’m sorry - I won’t bother you for a few days after this meeting.’ 

Azriel nods in response, following you into the study.

The memory fades away and reveals the shocked faces of the inner circle. 

Nesta smiles at Rhys like a Cheshire cat, “You owe me 100 gold marks, High Lord,” she gloats. “I told you it would snap before Solstice.” 

Cassian turns towards his mate, mouth agape. “You told me I couldn’t bet on this!” He exclaims. 

“That’s because I knew I had the winning bet, it was only a matter of time. She’s my friend, I wasn’t going to share all her secrets with you and your fat mouth.” Nesta chimes back, patting Cassian on the shoulder. 

Cassian huffs, but is quickly smiling again as Nesta plants a smacking kiss on his cheek. 

Amren looks over at Rhys, arms crossed over her chest and her mouth pressed into a firm line. “You called an emergency meeting to gossip?” She asks bluntly. 

“Actually Amren - you, Feyre and I have some important work to discuss,” Rhys says. “Everyone else can go back to whatever they were doing.” Rhys waves his hand, dismissing the group. “Try not to bother the new mates for a few days if you can help it.” 

Cassian smirks at Rhys before his gaze settles on Nesta. She grabs him by the forearm and yanks him out of the room - likely to go enjoy their own mating activities.  

Once the room is cleared, Amren turns back to Rhys. “What are you hiding now? You know I don’t like surprises.”

“We have a new spell-cleaver to train. I need your help preparing some magic wards and curses.” 

“Who are we training?” Amren asks. 

“Aurora. She’s Helion’s niece but she’s decided to remain in Velaris for now. Along with light-generation, she’s inherited his curse-breaking powers.”

“I knew there was more to that girl,” Amren says, her lips curling slightly. “This is good, let’s get started.” 

————

Aurora

After you meet with Helion, your uncle, you and Azriel winnow back to your apartment. You unlock your front door and make to enter but Azriel hesitates. 

“Are you going to stand out there all day?” You ask him playfully. 

Azriel gives you a small smile and shakes his head, stepping into your home. 

He pauses again as he takes in his surroundings. He’d dropped you off countless times before, but he’d never seen inside your space. You suddenly feel self-conscious, aware that your little apartment is not as lavish as what Azriel is used to. 

Though the space is small, you’ve done your best to create a cozy environment. Most of your furnishings are cream and warm timber, with sage green and caramel-coloured accents. It’s fairly minimal, but you do have some trinkets from your travels on display. 

You quickly avert his gaze and head to the kitchen to make some tea. Once the kettle is on, you fiddle with your fingers as you wait. 

Azriel breaks the silence, still looking around, “I wondered what kind of place you lived in. I knew it would be lovely like you, but this is… really cozy and inviting.” He turns and scans your face, scrunching his nose as he notices your discomfort. “Aurora, what’s wrong?” 

You sigh, stepping closer and resting your head against Azriel’s broad chest. “It’s been a big day, I feel like my entire life has been shattered. I’m not sure what to do now,” You admit quietly. 

He tilts your chin gently so you look straight at him. “I understand if you don’t want this. I’m willing to do whatever you need.” 

Your heart aches at his words and you pull him into a tight hug. “Of course I want you,” you murmur into his shoulder. “It’s everything else - my powers, my family. I never expected this.” 

Azriel rubs your lower back in comfort. “I’ll be here through it all, we can figure it out together.”

Standing on your toes, you press your lips to Azriel’s. The spark in your chest flares into a roaring flame, warming you to your core. Your mouth moves against Azriel’s hungrily. Your tongues dance together as your hands roam each other’s bodies. 

You gasp as Azriel presses into you further and you feel the hard outline of his length against you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know if I can…” You trail off. 

Azriel runs his thumb across your cheek tenderly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” 

You nod but look down, “What if I’m never ready?” You ask softly.

Azriel takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “I am content with this.” He smiles at you before pressing his lips to your skin. 

You pull him close into another firm hug. Azriel sends a wave of reassurance down the bond, you send your gratitude back. You don’t know what you did to deserve such kindness. 

————

Azriel

After spending quite some time in each other’s arms, Aurora and Azriel had a simple dinner and talked for hours. They talked about everything and nothing, feeling comfortable enough to share some of their secrets.

As the night drew onwards and Aurora started to yawn, they moved to her bed. Azriel let Aurora decide the proximity between them - and she eventually fell asleep in Azriel’s arms. 

Now that the bond had snapped for her, Azriel had some final business to attend to. So he carefully slipped his arm out from under Aurora and padded out of the bedroom. In case she woke before he returned, Azriel left a note on the kitchen counter saying he’d be back by the morning. 

Ever since Rhys’s birthday, Azriel has been keeping tabs on Aurora’s attacker - Edward. 

To Azriel’s disgust, the male had a pregnant wife at home. She was likely unaware of what her husband was getting up to, unless she was also a victim. Azriel shuddered at the thought. 

Azriel heads out into the night, making his way towards Edward’s usual haunt - a rather seedy-looking bar in the dodgy part of town. 

The male usually left the bar at 2 am, and Azriel was right on time. He waited across the street, concealed by his shadows, for the male to exit. 

It’s not long before two females exit the bar, arm in arm and struggling to walk in their heels. Following closely behind the females is Edward. 

Azriel waits until they walk past his shadows to make his move. He pounces on Edward who grunts as Azriel’s shadows bind his limbs, restricting his movements. The females scream at the commotion behind them, entirely unaware of the fate that they may have met. 

“I’m sorry to disturb your evening, please go on your way,” Azriel says. The females turn silently and run down the street, away from Azriel and Edward.

“I’ve been watching you for some time, did you think you could get away with this? Especially after laying your hand on my mate.” Azriel said with a calm rage. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edward cries out. 

“You can play dumb all you want, but I’ve seen what you do. I know who you are and I know your wife is currently with child. Does she know what kinds of recreational activities you get up to?” 

Edward gulps audibly as Azriel unsheaths True Teller and scrapes it across the brick wall next to Edward's head.

“If you ever touch another female without her explicit consent, you won’t have hands. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Edward whimpers in response. 

To make sure the message was received, Azriel lands two strong punches to his stomach. Not hard enough to cause any severe damage, but still enough to leave some bruising. 

Edward doubles over in pain as Azriel winnows away, taking his shadows with him and leaving the male alone in the street.

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Part Nine

[babymetaldoll]

Baby, I'm yours - Chapter eleven: “Heartbeat is coming in so strong”

Summary: Spencer and reader are struggling to try to make it without sex until their wedding day. Bachelorette and bachelor parties are happening. 

Word count: 7,1K

Warnings: Extreme fluff, people will get drunk, there will be strippers, love promises, and all the good stuff we need to go through the week. 

A/N: And just one more chapter left!! Hope you are enjoying all the fluff this chapter has. 

Final chapter: will be posted Wednesday 28th, March. 

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(Y/N)’s point of view 

It was Thursday and I felt that week had been eternal. The longest week of my life. I don’t know if it was because of everything we had to get ready for the wedding, or if it had something to do with my stupid idea of not having sex with Spencer. But the last few days had been endless.

Monday, we picked Diana up from the airport. She and aunt Ethel arrived for the wedding and were staying with Spencer at our apartment. That kept him busy those days. We had dinner with them and my parents, and it all went quite well. My soon-to-be husband was worried Diana might get confused on the trip, and meeting all these new people. But no, she was perfect. We couldn’t have picked a better time for our wedding. Her medicine was working magic on her. 

- “I couldn’t believe it when they told me they had just started dating”- Diana said, making my parents laugh immediately- “All these years I had been sure they were together and had decided to keep me in the dark about it!”

- “You were not the only one!”- my mom added- “I can’t even start telling you the number of times I tried to convince (Y/N) to date Spencer all these years! But she was so stubborn! She kept saying Spencer wasn’t attracted to her!” 

When you put your parents and your husband’s family together in the same room, you only have one result: embarrassment. 

I looked at Spencer and his cheeks were burning red. I held his hand underneath the table and squeezed it. I knew this whole thing was new to him, and to be honest, I wasn’t very experienced myself. He was the first boyfriend I ever introduced to my family. And that was the reason, I wanted to save myself the embarrassment. Clearly I was doomed. And Spencer with me. 

- “Is this going to be a theme at the reception?”- I dared to ask, and my dad chuckled as he replied. 

- “I’m gonna make sure it is.”

Why didn’t we elope? 

Tuesday had been chaos. My dress wasn’t ready. The delay was apparently my fault, for losing weight. I wasn’t even trying to lose weight! I just couldn’t eat 'cause I was too nervous. So the seamstress had to do all the changes again, and my mom freaked out, trying to get me to eat every half hour. 

Suddenly I remembered why I had left the house as soon as I could. 

- “Ok peanut, let me see you”- mom said from the lounge with Lu, Penelope, aunt Ethel and Mrs. Reid. They were my wedding squad, and they were following me all over around… driving me slightly crazy. 

The seamstress finished adjusting the dress and the veil and opened the door for me. I heard mom gasp as I walked toward her and the rest of my squad. 

- “Oh my god, you are an angel.”- I wanted to argue with mom’s words, but all I managed to do was to blush and look down. Diana clapped as she stared at me, and cut me the biggest smile I had ever seen from her. Garcia’s eyes teared up, and she couldn’t stop herself from running to me and rising my veil. 

- “My munchkin! You look so beautiful.”

- “Th… thank you.”- I stuttered and stared at the reflex on the mirror as I tried to take it all in. It was real. I was getting married. Believe it or not, it hadn’t fully hit me until that day. And I was going to marry Spencer. When did that happen?

- “Are you ok?”- Lu walked toward me, holding a box of Kleenex. I simply stared at my reflection in the mirror and saw the tears falling down my cheeks.

- “Lu, I’m gonna marry Spencer this Saturday.”- I announced the breaking news, and she just nodded. 

- “Yes, why? Did you have other plans?”- she joked and adjusted the back of my dress. 

- “I just… I’m getting married.”- I looked at her in shock,, and she just smiled. 

- “Yes, and as far as I know, you are going to stop being (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and you will go by (Y/N) Reid”

I had totally forgotten about that. I was changing my name. Diana looked at me and walked toward the mirror. She simply smiled and held my hand. 

- “I know you will make my boy very happy”- she whispered and kissed my cheek. 

- “Thank you”- I managed to reply and kept wiping the tears from my face. 

- “Do you want to know how I know it?”- Diana asked me and opened her purse.- “He has been writing about you since November 7th, 2005.”

In front of me, there was a stack of letters handwritten by Spencer over the last five years. Diana placed them in my hand and smiled so sweetly I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her. 

- “Please never tell him I showed you these. You can read them and return them in the morning.”- I just nodded and hugged her again. 

- “Thank you, Diana”

- “Don’t thank me, dear. I know you will always love my boy. And I know you two are gonna give me a lot of grandkids to spoil rotten.”- I chuckled at her words and thanked her again. 

- “Come on! Don’t stain that beautiful dress with any tears or makeup”- Garcia warned us- “You better take that off before you cry your eyes out!”

- “Yes ma’am.”- I replied and walked back to the dressing room.  

Wednesday was a very relaxed day. I went to our apartment to make the bags for our honeymoon. Diana and aunt Ethel were out with my parents, touring around the city, and Spencer soon discovered we had the entire place for our own. And what started like an innocent cuddles session on the couch, quickly developed into a hardcore make-out session that nearly got me to break my promise to stay away from sex until our wedding. 

Spencer’s hands were underneath my shirt, trying to unclasp my bra. I was sitting on his lap, rubbing against his erection, like a little slut. I regret nothing, by the way. 

- “I miss you so much”- he murmured against my skin. He kept biting my neck and licking every inch he could, his tongue tasting me and making me so wet, I was sure I was going cave. 

Spencer groaned against me as my hands palmed his erection, just above his pants. He was so hard my mouth watered up just thinking about how good it’d feel to wrap my lips around his cock. 

- “I miss you too, hon”- I basically whimpered, and let his hands roam my body, hungrily. 

- “I need you”- he breathed against my neck and kept sucking my skin. My hands opened his belt, ‘cos I couldn’t control myself anymore. I needed him. I wanted him. I couldn’t stop thinking about feeling Spencer slipping inside me. Fucking me hard on that couch, like we had done so many delicious times. I wanted him. More than anything. 

- “Please…”- I mumbled as he unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes were hypnotizing. God! I wasn’t going to stop, I just wanted my fiance to fuck me.

- “Hello… Oh my god!!!”- and suddenly, I heard mom yelling, killing the mood in a second. I wrapped my arms around Spencer tight as he tried to cover my slightly naked chest from my mother, his mom, and his aunt. I gasped and stared at him blushing. Mom stayed still at the door, looking at me so embarrassed and shocked I felt like a teenager all over again. 

- “Hey… did you… have fun?”- Spencer asked, in the most awkward tone of voice ever. My cheeks were so red I decided to hide my face in his neck and giggled. Seriously, this was insane, awkward, and bizarre. 

- “Do you want us to wait in the room?”- Diana asked and I basically jumped from Spencer’s lap, buttoning up my shirt and watching my new mother-in-law laughing at us. 

- “No! I’m sorry, we were just… it’s… I’m gonna go.”- I mumbled and started walking to the door, to get my bags. 

- “Wait, chipmunk! No!”- Spencer grabbed my hand and looked at me. He had no idea what else to say, he just stood there in silence with a blank stare. 

- “Are you coming with me?” 

- “Guessing that was his plan before we got here”- Diana mumbled and I gasped in shock. When I thought that moment couldn’t be any worse. 

- “Mom! Please!”- Spencer complained, grossed out, and my mom started laughing. 

- “Ok kids, relax, we won’t make fun of you”- Diana said and walked over to us with a big grin.

- “It’s ok, I really should go. I only came to get a few things and I have to go back home. Lu wanted to talk about the bridesmaids’ chore list.”- I quickly replied. But Spencer didn’t let me go. He held onto my hand and followed me, grabbing my bags for me. 

- “I’ll drive you”- he suggested, though it sounded more like a command. 

- “Your dad is at the house with your brother”- mom announced- “Just in case you are thinking you can…”

- “Mom!!”- I shouted and she just burst out laughing.  

- “I just wanted to save you from another embarrassment”

- “I’ll see you later, mom! Bye, Diana! Bye, aunt Ethel!”

Spencer’s point of view 

There are certain moments in life when you have to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” “Which have been the choices I’ve made in life that lead to this particular moment to develop?” and most importantly “How do I stop it?” 

That was my mood at my bachelor party. 

I was currently at Frank’s apartment. He had taken his best man’s duties very seriously. Maybe too seriously, now that I think about it. All my friends were there: Morgan and Mikey were already kind of drunk. Rossi, Will, and Hotch seemed to be enjoying their time and kept pouring each other whisky. Ethan had traveled to DC for the wedding, and he was currently having what seemed to be the most exciting conversation with Frank, probably music related. On top of everything, Chief (Y/L/N) and (Y/N)’s brother, Phoenix, were there too. After my drug issue confession, and the argument between me and (Y/N) they had witnessed, I talked to them and tried to explain everything, but they shook their head and said everything was ok. They were surprisingly understanding and welcoming.

- “Son, my daughter loves you. I know you are a good guy. Nobody asks you to be perfect, I just want you to promise me you will never hurt her feelings ever again.”- Chief (Y/L/N) said, in a way that might have been threatening, but ended up sounding quite paternal. 

- “I would never do anything that could upset her, sir”- I replied and felt his hand tapping on my back a few times. 

- “I know. You are a good guy, Reid.”

But I still didn’t want to ruin things with them. So I couldn’t get drunk, I couldn’t mess up. I had to be my best self that night. 

And there I was, awkwardly holding a beer, half listening to Rossi’s advice as a “wedding expert” and wondering what that night would bring. I had told Frank I just wanted a quiet get-together with my friends. Maybe play some poker (though no one ever wants to play cards with me), have a few drinks, and call it a night. But when I told (Y/N), she laughed and assured me Frank would never lose the chance to get me a stripper. And that idea scared me. I just couldn’t shake the thought of how dirty strip clubs are. I didn’t want to be there or hang around strippers, as a matter of fact. 

Am I too lame? Probably. That’s why I didn’t even open my mouth and tell my friends about it. I didn’t want to ruin everybody’s fun. That was the perfect time to get called on a case. But, of course, it didn’t happen.

- “Ok guys, anyone needs a refill?”- Mikey asked from the kitchen and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. I  can’t really complain, I had friends. I was having my bachelor party with them, and it was nice. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that could ever happen to me. 

- “Ok doc, ready for your surprise?”- Frank asked and stood next to me. 

- “What?”- I nearly jumped as I heard him, scared of what he might have planned. 

- “I got my old Xbox from my parents!”- Frank looked proud and excited with the news- “So tonight it’s Mario Party night!”    

I chuckled and nodded. Now that was entertainment. Over the years, Frank and (Y/N) had managed to teach me how to play video games, it was part of our “game nights” activities, along with a lot of board games and karaoke sessions. I, the guy who had never been good at technology, knew all the different fatalities available in Mortal Combat Armageddon. Not to brag, but I could kick ass. 

- “Are we waiting for someone else?”- Mikey asked when the bell rang. I counted my friends and shook my head. I didn’t know anyone else. Frank jogged to the door and answered, Ethan suggested maybe someone had asked for more pizzas, but there were still four boxes in the kitchen.  

- “Hello”- two girls stood outside the door and walked in. A guy followed them and stood by the door.

- “We heard there was a very smart boy here who loved reading.” 

Shit. 

All the guys started clapping and yelling as they forced me to sit down on a chair and the strippers stood in front of me. Music started playing right away and before I could even argue, one of the girls was dancing in what I could only assume was a slutty librarian costume, and the other was in a slutty teacher costume that left too little to the imagination. 

- “Hello, big boy”- one of them whispered as she leaned in against me and ran her hands down my thighs. I widened my eyes as she did so and looked at my friends, they all seemed to be enjoying the situation very much. And I loathed whoever came up with that idea. 

- “Hey… you know, there is no need to do this”- I managed to mumble as she turned around and sat on my lap, rubbing her ass against me. 

- “I heard you have a big brain. What other of your body members are considered large?”- she whispered in my ear when she turned around and straddled me. I instinctively put my hands behind my back, trying my best not to touch her, or even look at her.

- “Are you shy, big boy?”- I hated how she called me “big boy” the whole time- “Don’t worry, mama is gonna make you feel good.” 

It’s like she wanted to make me feel awkward. 

The girl moved from my lap, thankfully, but started unbuttoning her shirt. Morgan was wooing and clapping like he had been waiting for this moment. Phoenix and Rossi had singles in their hands. Mikey’s jaw was open as he stared at the stripper, and my father-in-law just sat back on the couch and drank his whisky, like he was watching any random football game on a Sunday afternoon.  

- “So, are you sure you wanna get married?”- the other girl asked me as straddled me and started unbuttoning her shirt. 

- “Would you mind not doing that, please?”- I asked and closed my eyes. 

- “What’s the matter baby? Your girlfriend doesn’t want you to enjoy your last night as a single man?” 

- “No, but I prefer not having other woman's breasts on my face. Thank you.”- I kept my eyes closed as she stayed on my lap. She moved along with the music, but I really didn’t feel comfortable at all the entire time. And my friends noticed. 

- “Ok pretty boy, don’t worry, your groomsmen are gonna take care of this for you”- Morgan said and grabbed another chair, making himself available for a lapdance. As soon as the girl moved from me, I stood up and walked away from the scene. I even felt like a needed a shower. 

I stood next to the table and grabbed a whisky. I needed one, for a fact. Phoenix took the chair I had left vacant and the other stripper soon started dancing all over him. 

- “Sorry, Doc. I tried to warn them this was a bad idea”- Frank stood next to me and tapped on my back- “But they insisted”

- “Who? I thought this was your doing?”- I frowned at my friend and he shook his head right away. 

- “I am not the kind of man who says no to a stripper”- Frank confessed chuckling- “But I know you would never be on board with this kind of thing.”

- “You are right, thank you. But then who did it?” 

- “Rossi and Morgan said it wouldn’t be a bachelor party without a stripper. Mikey and I said you were gonna hate it, but everybody else kinda pushed it, and… there you have them.”

To be fair, everybody seemed to be enjoying the strippers. Including Mikey. The girls were now doing some “artistic” scene that included sucking whipped cream from each other’s body. 

- “If it’s of any consolation, we only booked them for half hour.”- Frank added. 

- “Thanks, that helps. I’ll stay here if that’s ok.”- I pointed at the corner of the table- “But if you want to get closer...” 

 - “Nah, I’ve seen them performing live a few times already.”- my friend admitted- “And are you nervous about (Y/N)’s bachelorette’s party?”- I smiled and shook my head.

- “No, I mean, I trust her.”

- “Oh, I know, but do you trust her friends?”- Frank laughed at his remark, probably just trying to play with my brain. And it worked. Suddenly I remembered who was planning her party. Emily “sin to win” Prentiss. That couldn’t be good. 

(Y/N)’s point of view 

It was Thursday and so far, I was having a blast! My girls had the whole “bachelorette party” thing completely down to a T. They had picked me up from my mom’s house for a nice afternoon in the spa. Mimosas, massages, sauna, the whole thing. 

After that, we drove to Pretiss’, where we got ready for a party night. A limo picked us up and took us “bar touring.” It had everything I wanted: loud music, my girls, and tequila. 

- “Come on, Mrs. Reid”- Prentiss grabbed my arm and crawled me out of the current bar we had been drinking at - “We have one more surprise for you!” 

- “What?”- I questioned but one of my friends gave me a decent answer. They all just hopped in the limo, blasting my favorite Distillers song, and took me to the next bar. 

- “So, do you know anything about Spencer’s night?”- JJ asked- “How is his bachelor party going?” 

- “No, I don’t wanna text him yet and look like an obsessive girlfriend”- I admitted, blushing. Those are the kind of things I would only say when I’m already a little drunk.  

- “Awww! Aren’t you sweet!!”- Garcia slurred and sipped the margarita glass he took from the latest bar- “I don’t think Spencer would ever think you are obsessed with him. He loves your attention!” 

- “Pen is right, that man loves you too much to ever get mad at you.”- Lu said and sipped her water- “It’s slightly annoying if you ask me.” 

- “Thank you!”- Prentiss yelled and made everybody in that limo laugh. I, on the other hand, was shocked by her comment. 

- “What the fuck do you mean by annoying?” 

- “You are the definition of fluff!”-  Prentiss sentenced- “You are corny and cheesy, and adorable. You hold hands underneath the table as we go through serial killers’ profiles. Who the fuck does that?!”

- “Oh my god!! You noticed?”- I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming after all.

- “You work with fucking profilers, (Y/N)!”- Emily argued, making me feel like I was dumb for even asking- “We’ve noticed the hickeys, the bruises, that sore muscles. Everything!”

- “Oh shit!”- I covered my face with both hands, embarrassed to the bone. 

- “And now that we are on the subject, munchkin, I’ve been meaning to ask: how is Dr. Spencer Reid in the sack?” 

I swear, there was a deep silence in the limo as soon as Garcia delivered that question. All eyes were on me, waiting for my answer. One I didn’t know how to give. 

- “Come on! I’ve been dying to know!”- Garcia insisted. I sipped my drink and took a deep breath. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ashamed about talking about my sex life, It’s just that… every time I had done such a thing before, it was with someone who didn’t know my boyfriend. Now we were talking about his friends. When we were back to work, it was gonna be weird, I knew it.

- “Ok, I’ll tell you a little”- all my friends start yelling at my answer- “But not everything!!”

- “So, does he have a mommy kink?? He looks like he is a sub with a breast and mommy kink!”- Garcia started shouting question after question- “Was he a virgin when you first met him? Did he know what to do the first time he got you naked?” 

- “So… no. He is not a sub, he doesn’t have a mommy kink that I know and he wasn’t a virgin. And, I can’t stress this enough: he is a fucking genius!!”

All my friends stared at me in shock. Like I was saying the craziest thing ever. Did they actually expect me to tell them Spencer sucked in bed? I could never, and would never do such a thing, ‘cos I am not a liar. Also, ‘cos I was already half drunk. 

- “Seriously? Reid?”- Prentiss frowned- “But… how?”

- “I honestly don’t know. But trust me, he knows what he is doing.”- I winked and added- “Have you ever noticed how long his fingers are?”

- “Gross!!”- Garcia yelled and jumped on her seas as JJ stared at me, blushing.  

- “Penelope Garcia, you fucking asked!! Why are you grossed out?! I haven’t even told you about his kinks! And lemme tell you…”- at my words, Lu jumped from her seat and covered my mouth with her hand.   

- “I don’t care if she asks, please don’t tell us! I don’t wanna know!”

- “I’m just shocked! I thought you had taught him everything!”- Pen explained- “But don’t get me wrong, I am glad you are enjoying this relationship.” 

- “Trust me, I am. I enjoy it very often”- I smirked and my friends nodded. 

- “We know! I just told you, your hickeys are not invisible, and you are often sored.”- Prentiss pointed out and I would have blushed if I hadn’t been too busy finishing my margarita. 

- “Ok girls, we are here!”- JJ announced and opened the door, leaving me with all the sex details I could have shared, but didn’t. 

- “Where did you take me now?”- I asked as I got off the limo and took a look around- “Emily Prentiss, you have to be fucking joking.”

We were in the Green Zone, right outside a male Strip Club called “Hunk-O-Mania”. I really wasn’t sure I wanted to go in there. I had never been scared to party, but male strippers are way out of my comfort zone. There was only one man I wanted to see naked, and I was counting the hours to fuck him after our wedding.  

- “Come on Mrs. Reid!”- Prentiss grabbed my arm and crawled me in. I looked at my friend’s faces and they were all incredibly excited about the situation. Was I the only one who didn’t want to go there? 

We sat at our table and a hunky waiter without a shirt got us our complimentary drinks. Garcias’ eyes were wide open, looking pretty much like a cartoon character. I thought her jaw was gonna drop and her tongue would roll down the table the second she saw him and the rest of the staff. 

- “Congratulations Mrs. Reid”- the waiter winked at me as he read the sash the girl had gotten me, part of my party props as a bride, that also included a little veil and a crown.  

- “Thank you”- I replied and tried to keep my eyes on his as we spoke. It was quite embarrassing ‘cos he was hot and toned and I know I was supposed to enjoy the view. But it felt weird. And awkward. So I decided not to stare at his body. 

- “Maybe we could get the bride some shots to keep her going”- Prentiss suggested and the waiter nodded immediately. 

- “I never thought we were gonna end up in a place like this.”- I confessed.

- “It’s not a bachelorette party without a good stripper show. We deserve it as the bride’s squad, and you earned it after waiting for Reid all these years!!”- Garcia made a point. I did wait for my man for a very long time. 

- “All those years without sex, I still can’t believe it!”- Prentiss was still shocked about that fact- “I mean, I can believe it from Reid, ‘cos I thought he was a monk. But you?! You could have gotten some!”

I laughed and covered my face with both hands. It wasn’t like we had never talked about sex before, but we had never talked about sex with Spencer. 

- “Got a lot of vibrators though”- I managed to say and all my girls laughed along. 

- “You could have gotten laid way before if only you had heard us when we told you he was crazy in love with you”- JJ pointed out and Lu nodded frenetically. 

- “I told her so many times! So many times!”- my childhood friend seemed to be taking a weight from her chest as she complained about all the years I spent in denial- “But she kept repeating over and over again Reid didn’t love her.” 

- “It was painful to watch.”- JJ commented. Somehow I felt she was awfully quiet that night. Maybe she didn’t want to be at the club either. Perhaps she didn’t want to know any details about Spencer in the sack. Garcia stood up and raised her glass. That wasn’t the first toast of the night. If anything, I had already lost track of how many we had shared already. But that was by far the funniest of them all: 

- “I raise my glass tonight for the cutest bride that has ever existed. I can’t believe you are the first of us getting married after all the years you made us wait to finally confess your feelings to Spencer. But most of all, I can’t believe this might have happened three years ago, but you were so fucking stubborn you made us all wait for the greatest bachelorette party there has ever been!” 

My friends laughed so hard, some girls from other tables turned to look at us, confused by all the noise we were making. A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and the show started. And a few dancers showed up on the stage. Everybody started yelling and clapping, and I took advantage that no one was paying attention, and grabbed my phone to text my boyfriend. 

- “I miss you, hon”- I quickly texted and he replied in a matter of seconds. 

- “Me most. Rossi is drunk btw.”- I chuckled as I read those words, trying to imagine how that party was going. I also giggled thinking Spencer had never texted “btw” before. 

- “Are you having fun?”- I had to ask ‘cos I was worried Frank had planned anything Reid wouldn’t enjoy.

- “Yes! Videogames, pizza, and beer. You?”

- “Male strippers and drinks”- I wrote and after I sent it I realized it might upset Spencer. 

- “Nake guys?! Really?!”

- “They are not naked, and I’m not watching ‘cos I’m texting you.”- I hoped my boyfriend wasn’t mad. I knew he trusted me and loved me. He couldn’t get mad about it, right? 

- “Try to control Garcia. Morgan would never forgive her if he knows what you are doing”- I laughed at his reply, and that was when Prentiss noticed what I was doing, and snatched the phone from my hands. 

- “Stop talking with Reid!”

- “I just wanted to know how he was doing!”- I pouted as I grabbed my phone back and put it in my pocket. 

- “Well, stop this now and watch the guy getting naked!”- my friend commanded, making me chuckle. 

- “Yes ma’am.”

Spencer’s point of view

Around one in the morning, everybody was drunk. Myself included. Whisky, beer, and vodka kept flowing like a river of booze that kept my friends and family going. The jokes never stopped. After the strippers left, we played video games for a while. Frank has also gotten a shot roulette, which Rossi, Chief (Y/L/N), and Hotch seemed extremely into. We also played a lot of drunken Jenga, and even some poker, after my friends were drunk enough to think they could win against me.

Rossi was wasted. He has shared way too much personal info for me to look at him right in the eyes ever again. The story of his latest prostate exam wasn’t necessary. And yet, he gave us all the details we didn’t even ask for. 

At that moment, I was holding a drink. I don’t even remember what it was, but I do know I kept drinking it as Phoenix and Morgan made me laugh. 

- “What was that?”- Mikey asked suddenly and muted the radio. We all looked at each other confused. I hadn’t heard a thing. 

- “Please guys, no more strippers”- I argued immediately, thinking the worst. 

- “I swear, there are no more tits on the agenda. Unless Rossi takes his shirt out.”- Frank answered, laughing. I know it was a joke, but considering how drunk he was, it was a real possibility.

- “Maybe Mikey is paranoid”- Ethan said and chuckled.

- “No, I heard someone yelling”- Mikey argued immediately and we all stayed quiet for a few seconds. But nothing.  

- “Dude, you are drunk.”- Frank tapped on Mikey’s back a few times. Until we all heard it.

- “Hotch!”- someone was screaming Aaron’s name downstairs. Considering how drunk we were, we stumbled to the nearest window and for a moment I didn’t recognize anyone. Until I saw a limo downstairs, and my girlfriend waving and holding a tequila bottle, as we all heard Prentiss yelling:

- “Hotch! You are a dilf!!” 

- “You are such a daddy, Hotch!”- Penelope supported Emily and some neighbor yelled asking them to shut up. 

- “You are Unit chief daddy!!”- Prentiss continued yelling. I chuckled and headed to the door. If my girl was drunk downstairs, I needed to steal a kiss. 

I ran the four floors down the stairs, and when I got to the sidewalk, (Y/N) was already out of the limo. Lu was with her, looking like the only sober person of that party (and mine, as a matter of fact). 

- “Of course, lover boy is here!”- Penelope said and rolled her eyes- “I knew he was going to run to his bride as soon as he saw her.”

I just waved at her ‘cos my eyes were locked in my girl. I hadn’t seen her that day, and I had missed her terribly. I couldn’t wait until Saturday, when we would finally marry and I wouldn’t be forced to spend another day away from her. 

- “Hey”- she whispered when I stood in front of her, just staring into her eyes. She smiled and cupped my face, standing on the tip of her toes, reaching my lips and kissing me. 

- “Oh come on!”- Prentiss argued right away- “We are on the run! Come on, lovers! We have to keep the party going!”

- “But I wanna stay with him”- (Y/N) whined and wrapped her arms around my neck and I did the same, holding her in my arms, keeping her as close to me as possible- “I missed him.”

- “But it’s your bachelorette party tonight! You can’t spend it with your fiance!”- Garcia argued, but her frown disappeared as soon as she saw Morgan, and ran to him. 

- “Pretty boy! What are you doing here? Come on!”- he was there to force me back to the party- “And what the fuck was that “Hotch is a dilf” shit going on?”

- “Oh! Oh! Oh!”- Garcia hyperventilated as she tried to explain. I heard part of what she was saying, ‘cos (Y/N) grabbed my face and planted a deep kiss on my lips, that made me feel more dizzy than I was already. 

- “So, can you save me from my bachelorette party?”- my girlfriend whispered and I chuckled at those words. 

- “If you can save me from mine…”

- “Are you too drunk to drive?”- she asked innocently and I nodded, embarrassed as I tried not to chuckle, I don’t know why, maybe ‘cos I was in fact very drunk.

- “Damn it! We are gonna have to get a cab then”- (Y/N) pouted as she cursed and I remember thinking I wanted to kiss her for the rest of the night. 

- “Are you drunk too?”- I asked, surprised. 

- “Two drinks away from blacking out.”- she replied and giggled- “But still… I would run away with you right now.” 

- “Come on, Mrs. Reid, time to go!”- JJ grabbed (Y/N)’s arms and that was when I noticed the sash on my fianceé’s body. 

- “Oh shit… can you keep that?”- I slurred and (Y/N) blushed immediately. Everyone had heard my question and I knew they kept looking at us, probably figuring out one of my kinks. 

- “I’m gonna try, hon.”- my girl mumbled and giggled.

- “But wait, where are you taking her?”- I asked and held (Y/N)’s hand as JJ tried to take her away from me. 

- “We have to continue with our bachelorette schedule.” 

- “It’s two in the morning, JJ, can we call it a night and stay here for a while?”- (Y/N) begged and turned to Emily, who was now trying to get Penelope away from Morgan. And clearly failing in the process. 

- “Hotch! Thank god you are here!”- (Y/N) said suddenly, as she managed to get rid of JJ’s hold and ran to our unit chief, who was also drunk. 

- “Mrs. Reid! Are you having fun?”- Hotch asked her as my bride wrapped her arms around him and started whimpering. 

- “JJ wants to take me away from Spencer. Please don’t let her.” 

- “I just wanna take her back to her party”- JJ explained, also looking drunk. Will was upstairs, with the rest of the guys, I wondered at that minute if she didn’t want to talk to him, see him or ask him how he was going. 

- “If she doesn’t want to go, she can stay here, we are just playing cards.”- Hotch added, acting so cool about everything you might think he wanted the girls to hang with us. 

- “Cards you said?”- Emily asked and raised an eyebrow- “I could use some extra cash to pay for the party. This was actually pretty expensive.” 

And just like that, Prentiss asked the driver to leave and then started walking back into Frank’s building with Hotch, and we all followed. (Y/N) ran back to me and held my hand as I wrapped an arm around her body and kissed her. 

- “So, no strippers upstairs?”- she whispered and I chuckled immediately.  

- “God! No! It was all Rossi and Morgan’s doing.”- I stopped her from walking and kissed her lips one more time before asking the question that had been spinning my head the whole time- “Why is Hotch daddy, by the way?” 

- “Oh, that’s a good story.”- (Y/N) chuckled as she moved apart from me, still holding my hand and smiled- “So, you noticed we are all pretty much intoxicated.” 

- “Yes, you’ve mentioned it.” - we were all drunk, but still completely aware of our actions. Thankfully. 

- “So, we were in the limo...”

- “Nice ride, by the way”- I interrupted her- “You had a party with style.” 

- “Thanks, Emily planned the whole event down to the minute.”- we stood by the building door, my hands were on her waist and her arms were locked around my neck. I just stared at her for a minute, thinking there was no way she was actually going to marry me. 

- “So, we were drunk in a limo playing “Truth or dare” and one thing led to the other… JJ and Prentiss kissed by the way.” 

- “Really?”- I honestly didn’t care, I was hypnotized by (Y/N)’s lips. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her and I still wasn’t sure I could wait until our wedding night.

- “Yeah, so we were playing and Garcia said to Emily “I dare you to tell Hotch he is your daddy,” and one thing led to the other and now here we are.”- I nodded at her explanation, barely listening. I leaned over and landed a soft kiss on her lips.  

- “Hey.”- (Y/N) whispered, forgetting about the story and focusing on kissing me again. 

- “Hey.”- I replied and toyed with the gem of her shirt as I felt her fingers playing with my hair. I deepened the kiss and moved her closer to my body, feeling her moan softly against my lips. 

- “Come on, lovers!”- Frank showed up and interrupted what could have been a memorable pre wedding moment- “We are waiting for you upstairs! Chop, chop! Hands where I can see them!” 

- “But Paco!”- (Y/N) whined and her friend simply shook his head. 

- “Not until you are married, I didn’t make the rules, you did.” 

- “Are you trying to make me pay for interrupting you with your girlfriend the other night?”- I asked Frank, holding (Y/N) closer and trying to steal another kiss from her lips. But as soon as she heard me, she stopped and let me go, turning to her best friend in shock. 

- “Girlfriend? You have a girlfriend and you never told me?!”

- “Thank you, doc.”- Frank raised an eyebrow as he turned to me. I simply smiled and waved, knowing that was not the way he wanted to tell her the news. 

- “You have a girlfriend? Shit! Are you bringing her to our wedding? A complete stranger?”- maybe telling (Y/N) about this when she was drunk hadn’t been a good idea after all. 

- “Listen, nugget, before you freak out.”- Frank started explaining. 

- “It might be a little late for that.”- I suggested and the two of them turned to me looking very much furious. I just raised my hands in defeat and closed my mouth.  

- “When were you planning on telling me? This is huge news!”- (Y/N) demanded to know. 

- “I wanted to tell you last week, but clearly it wasn’t the right time. Sorry.”- Paco seemed honestly concerned about (Y/N)’s reaction. I knew they were close, with Mikey and Lu. Closer than me and the BAU team, if you ask me. Which meant (Y/N) was going to be emotional and a little (a lot) overprotective. 

- “But this is huge! Since when? How did this happen? How come you are dating?!”- (Y/N) let me go completely and wrapped her arms around Frank. I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but the whole thing was very emotional. 

- “We met a few weeks ago at a local show.”

- “Mikey knows her too?!”- (Y/N) nearly shouted, and hit Frank’s arm. 

- “No, I was alone watching a show, I was going to meet Jerry there, but he never showed up. It was alone, and she was there, we started talking, and we hit it off very fast. So far, it’s been great.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet staring at Frank, processing all the information. I knew he had dated a few girls in the last couple of years, but he hadn’t had a proper girlfriend since way before I had met them. So yes, it was a big deal. 

- “What’s her name?”- my girl asked, trying to look calm and unbothered. 

- “Tarah.”- Frank replied in a split second- “You’d love her.” 

I could feel (Y/N)’s hesitation as she heard her best friend speak. I don’t know if she was jealous, or worried Frank might get hurt. Probably a little bit of both. I know she has always been very close to Frank, Lu and Mikey, and I also knew she hated Mikey’s girlfriend. She wasn’t even invited to the wedding, Mikey had agreed to take Lu as a date because he knew none of his friends liked his girl. So, it was obvious in case any other of her friends got a date, (Y/N) was going to be concerned. 

- “Maybe you could bring her tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner?”- she suggested- “I don’t want strangers at our wedding.” 

Frank’s face lit up at those words, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around as he gave her a bone crushing hug. 

- “Thank you, nugget! I love you so much!”

- “I don’t like her yet, save the love for my blessing.” 

- “Come on! We always liked the doc, give her a chance!”- Frank argued, though I knew both of them were joking. 

- “What’s not to love about Spencer, Paco?”- she questioned with a cocky smirk on her lips. 

- “I give you that, freaking doc is adorable.”- Frank chuckled and turned to me- “Thank you for making her so happy, Reid.”

- “My pleasure. I promise I’ll keep doing it until my last day on earth”- I added and I saw how Frank’s eyes teared up in a second. It must have been the booze, but I felt quite emotional at the moment. So I opened my arms and felt him hugging me in less than a second. 

Dear 20 year old me, you are gonna get a lot of hugs and a lot of kisses once you meet the woman that will change your life forever. And trust me, you are gonna love it.  

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Rebels Rewatch: "Shroud of Darkness"

Heading back to Lothal for the beginning of the end arc.

We start right away In Media Res with Kanan and Ezra fighting the Inquisitors. And man is it amazing to watch how far they've both come in their lightsaber combat.

Ezra could barely duel Seventh for a minute back in "Always Two There Are" and now he's holding his own against her AND Fifth, with help granted but still.

Part of the reason why I think Season Two has to span the longest length of time out of all the seasons.

This is almost over-choreographed, lots of spins and lightsaber twirls that are frankly superfluous but they look cool so you know, whatever.

"I don't go for crazy... anymore." Do tell Kanan, lol.

It's funny because the voice actors are married.

NO I DON'T THINK THE SYMBOLISM OF EZRA DANGLING PRECARIOUSLY OFF A PRECIPICE WITH KANAN AS THE ONLY THING PREVENTING HIS FALL IS ANY KIND OF COINCIDENCE, GIVEN LATER IN THE EPISODE.

Rebels tends to be very deliberate about these things lol.

I don't think I noticed before but the past several episodes have had no fanfare and I think we all should have taken that as a clue or portent of things to come.

A+ padawan tossing Kanan, slick move.

Ezra's effortless flip over the Inquisitors. <3

Kanan complaining but ultimately having full trust in Ezra and the proud look he gives him. <3

Ezra being polite and thanking the tibedee, aww.

Okay I should stop before I gush over every second here.

Kanan expresses some rather natural worries about the fact that his and Ezra's presence is going to put the rest of the fleet at risk, since the Inquisitors keep finding them, and determines to bring in the big gun (Ahsoka) on this one. The expressions in this scene and the quiet subtle emotion is just beautiful, Kanan's worry about how to keep everyone safe just palpable.

RIGHT, SURE. SMACK ME IN THE FACE WITH PRE-VADER ANAKIN FEELS WITH ANAKIN MAKING HOLOCRON LIGHTSABER TUTORIALS FOR YOUNGLINGS.

Anakin would have loved Ezra. *sobbing*

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Ezra creeping around very carefully so as not to disturb Ahsoka's meditation, and the way his hand fumbles out for the seat.

Ahsoka talking so fondly about Anakin, ow.

I remember when this aired Ahsoka's line about, "The last time I saw him, he was running off to save the Chancellor." caused quite a bit of hullabaloo in fandom because, well, TCW Season 7 wasn't actually a thing yet, from our perspective she'd just walked off in Season 5 never to be seen again.

Writers decided to be all, "Let's incorporate unfinished storylines as if they're canon!" much to fan confusion, lol, wonder if they knew at that point that they were getting renewed to finish the last season.

"I can barely protect you." "I don't need protecting." *LAUGHS IN THIS ENTIRE SEASON* Right, how many times exactly did you get captured or in trouble this season Ezra? Yeah.

Our first hints of Hera's worried misgivings about Kanan's eventual plan to separate from the fleet.

The blockade hasn't returned yet to Lothal airspace, interesting. Maybe with the Spectres gone they loosened things just a little.

Our first time hearing Ezra's theme since I think "Legacy", a nice marker of us coming home.

Did... Ahsoka not know that Ezra was from Lothal before this? What's with the question? Did she think the Spectres just picked him up randomly on one of their adventures and take him with?

Still as pretty as ever.

Ahsoka's not confident enough in calling herself a Jedi to believe a Jedi Temple would open for her, boy this girl and her self-identity issues.

She doesn't think she deserves the title. She left and then everything fell apart and there was no more Order to return to, so she couldn't return, even though she maybe wanted to, even though she realized being a Jedi was what she did truly care about.

OH HEY, THERE'S THE DOOR PALPATINE STEALS.

And they walk down the exact same hall that Ezra would later walk down in the finale into the bowels of the Temple, excuse me, I need to--

*weeps*

I do love the Force Weirdness of this episode, how only Kanan can see the door bathed in light, how Ezra just sort of slips into the ether that is between the Temple and the Nexus of the World Between Worlds and disappears.

And I love Kanan's portion of this episode. Confronted by a vision of a dojo in the Temple and a Temple Guardian, Grand before he was an Inquisitor, who warns that trying to fight will result in failure and Ezra's fall to the Dark Side. (This speech sounds eerily similar to Grand's demoralizing speech to Ezra in "Gathering Forces" in fact.)

That immediate cold protective fury aaaaah I love it!

Grand's threat here was taken way too literally as prophetic foreshadowing by fandom BTW. Still is.

So Kanan and Grand square up and in the meantime the Inquisitors have found them. Again. I don't think they ever explained how, perhaps it's just that Inquisitor intuition that made Kanan and Ezra have to separate the first time, back in "Gathering Forces".

Hi Seventh! Hi Fifth!

Ahsoka reminiscing about Yoda. :(

Ezra, meanwhile, casually chatting the man up. XD

Kanan doing some casual Jar'Kai. Just cause.

[Insert "You're doing amazing sweetie" reaction image.]

OH BOY NOW WE GET TO DELVE INTO AHSOKA'S GUILT ISSUES ABOUT ANAKIN.

Bby girl knows deep down that he's become Vader but is still so vehemently in denial of it, the Force is smacking her in the face with the weight of her own guilt. Ahsoka feels like, "Maybe if I hadn't left..." but it's not about her, Anakin made his own stupid choices, there was nothing, metatextually, that Ahsoka could have done that would have prevented Anakin's fall it's not her fault.

:((((((((((

This is something I hope we will finally delve deep into and get over in the Ahsoka show. Babygirl needs to forgive herself for the wrongs she imagines she's done Anakin and accept that he made his choice, just like she made hers.

A snippet of Ahsoka's theme here, just for extra sads.

Oh good! It's time to play my least favorite game: Is this scene a commentary and critique of the actions of the Prequel Jedi Order or is this in-text Unreliable Narrator from Yoda as a person with obvious Survivor's Guilt.

It's especially annoying because Filoni you worked on TCW, remember all that enslaving, war criming, and general evil the Separatists were involved in on a daily basis? Are you saying the Jedi were wrong for wanting to try and stop all of that and protect the people put in harm's way? THIS WAS YOUR MATERIAL DUDE.

Love the subtle effect of the ring patterns turning red and the clear effort it's taking Seventh and Fifth to force their way into the Temple.

Kanan, meanwhile, confronted by his worst fears parroted by the vision of Grand, accepts that he cannot control his or Ezra's future, and that he should not try to. He lets go, gives up his fear of failing, gives up the instinct to cling tight to Ezra, his attachment, and acknowledges that what happens will happen, he will just do the best he can.

AND HE PASSES THE TEST AND GETS KNIGHTED BY THE FORCE ITSELF BABY!

I'm so proud of him. :)

Yoda is frustratingly cryptic, only telling Ezra, "Find Malachor" (which made KOTOR fans go nuts) before letting him fade back into realspace. To this day I'm still not quite clear just why Yoda decided to sent them that way except maybe to prove a point about what can happen when you act out of fear. Malachor does contribute to a lot of Ezra's character development, for both good and bad, so... I dunno.

Vision!Grand fighting his former co-workers aaaah I love it.

Yoda waving fondly at Ahsoka awww.

AND THE BIG DARK ASSHOLE HIMSELF IS HERE TO OVERSEE THE IMPERIAL DISCOVERY OF THE TEMPLE.

Again, I do wonder just how far back they planned the World Between Worlds reveal. Because yeah an ancient Jedi Temple is a pretty nice find but Palpatine being personally pleased with its discovery?

This episode is obviously very Plot Important but I do tend to skip it when I'm rewatching episodes, I'm not fond of the kind of downer ambiguous ending or the vaguely Jedi-critical sentiments that maybe lace through the episode.

That being said, it is a good one and definitely worth at least a couple watches. Contributes to the melancholy, "Everything is going to change" feel the last few episodes leading up to Malachor had. And that was one of this season's strengths, the build-up to what they knew would be a status quo-changing finale. Also contributes to the wider arc of the "five year plan" and the secret reason Palpatine was interested in Lothal, laying down the tracks for that reveal eeeearrrly so that it feels completely natural.

Love that. Between that and Ezra and Kanan being badass it's not terrible, just not my favorite.

[seldomscilence16]

When I first entered the Voltron Fandom, Lance had blue eyes. It was a truth throughout all the fics I read. Coming to tumblr @autisticlancemcclain introduced me to a whole new world, where brown eyed Lance was fighting to be the norm. I hadnt questioned it before, a scottish/questionable origin of a last name and the blue theme had me easily convinced.

But with this whole new world I fell into a wonderful exploration of the love of brown and dark eyes. But my original love of Blue was so ingrained that I found myself simply combining them. My rant thing below, not very long, but my addition to the eye color thing. Cause I love both and think they can co-exist, at the very least in my head :]

Lances birth was scary. The doctors had been sure he wouldnt make it, and while his mother put on a brave face, she could feel it too. She prayed to whoever would listen.

The Blue lion, hidden on Earth for such a long time, on reserve power and far too far from a balmera crystal to be fully powered, feels the beginning of a new dawn. She knows shes not supposed to, but this is for the future- and more importantly her beautiful Paladin.

Lance is born with one Bright Blue Eye, and one Lucious Earthy Brown Eye. Lance- once old enough- buys contacts in both colors, switching every few days to confuse people. When asked he gives the most confused look he can manage, looking at whomever asked like they'd grown a second head, its his longest running joke. Students at the Garison have a running pool on which color is true.

Years later, when the Earth is invaded and lost ones return, the people see him again. When in space, one can imagine the difficulty of finding contacts- and the lack of importance of such a thing- so here comes Lance in his heterochromatic glory.

Except this is not the Lance with watery blue eyes or cocoa brown ones either. His Blue eye is like ice, an otherworldly color, a viel, and his Brown eye is deeper than any mudden brown one could dig up from this Earth. But Lance isnt the only one with new eyes.

Beside him, the Hero, the Legend, Shirogane Takashi. People who know his posters like the back of their hands, or had watched him florish in the program, stare in awe as once sun warmed dirt, has turned into a void not unlike those in space. Deep and tired, ageless and old, but oh so kind, a tint of michieviousness remains.

But they do not stop there, these are not the eyes of those they had lost, but ones who had to find themselves over and over again. On rainy days and nights, a blue eye ripples like a clear puddle. A black eye flashes bright and in time with every stroke of lightning. It is otherworldly. It is not of Earth. It speaks of volumes they will never hold.

Because one does not leave this plane and return the same.

[toolusingmammalgirl]

sorry to annoy but do you have a link to parhelion? I can't open the site anymore and I don't know if something happened or if it's just my phone

Huh, looks like the site's auto-renewal didn't go through this year or something, but don't worry, pretty much all of it is right here on my itch.io page along with a bunch of other stuff! (There are only, like, two pages past the "Act 1" compiled there)

Parhelion has a place in my heart as the biggest and longest-running creative project I've ever done, and although a lot of it is a damn mess of pacing and underclarified plot points, it's a neat fossil record of my artistic growth from my college years, and a lot of its themes and unused material live on in my other projects, like the Trilateral Trilogy of webnovels (Book 1 is complete, about 3/4ths of book 2 is posted, and I'm assembling notes and concepts for book 3's century-ish timeskip)

Making any kind of big narrative webcomic is a huge undertaking, even once you've learned when to judiciously streamline your workflow, and I fully agree with Valerie Halla here:

i love webcomics. i did webcomics for years and years and i put absolutely everything i had into it. so if you come to me and say "i want to get into webcomics, what advice do you have?" i will obviously say "just skip to the part where you start making visual novels instead"

(Or largely-standalone gag comics with only as much continuity as the humor demands, as the case may be)

And on top of all that artistic growth, Parhelion is also a neat artistic chronicle of the time I spent sliding from "I'm a Gay Man :)" to "E G G" to "?¿?¿?"

So! Read it until you get bored or confused, then check out Hector and Onom (quite nsfw) for something in the same setting that's transparently about me sorting through Gender And Sexuality Shit, then check out the Solar Symposium and Mission Critical (and Isidore) for the later evolutions of my work

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#5

"Welcome, gentlemen, to The Aperture's Fortune. Aristocrats, soldiers, bilge rats -- you're here because we want the best, and you are it. So: Who is ready to plunder some gold? [laugh] Now, you already met one another on the dinghy ride over, so let me introduce myself. I'm Captain Johnson. I own the ship. That eager voice you hear barking orders is the lovely Caroline, my First Mate. Rest assured, she's stashed your excess gold with the rest of our loot. Isn't that right, Caroline?"

"Yes, sir, Cap'n Johnson!"

"Hardest working deckhand, Caroline. She's the backbone of this ship! Pretty as a postcard too. Sorry scallywags, she's married; to the sea!"

I've been playing a lot of the game Sea of Thieves with a good friend lately (highly recommend it btw) and we got talking about what a Pirate Portal AU would look like. Surprisingly enough, there doesn't seem to be any fanart of Portal characters as pirates at least that I've found.

So, thanks to an art commission done by the amazing @sapient-nes , this new multiverse now has some content! Here's Captain Cave Johnson and his First Mate Caroline sailing the seas on their ship, The Aperture's Fortune, looking for adventure, plunder, and any crew members brave enough to accompany them on their voyages!

I'm very happy with how the artwork came out. The artist did a wonderful job and was great to work with too! Go commission them if you like what you see!

Also, if anybody out there has seen any other Portal-themed Pirate content, send it my way!

138 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#4

I've been seeing a lot of people slightly confused by it, so I thought that I would point out that Aperture Desk Job is not part of the main timeline of Portal and Portal 2.

From the Steam page for the game:

It's a story in the expanded universe of those games, ie the Multiverse! That being said, it's extremely fun and should definitely be played!

Hopefully everyone can keep this in mind while developing fan theories about the content of the game. 😊

258 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#3

The end of the year gets tough for a lot of people, especially the last few years. Because of this, I am once again excited to announce the return of…

The Portal Holiday Spirit Initiative!

To try and lift people’s spirits up this year, I will be making and sending out FREE Portal-Themed Holiday Cards to anyone who asks for one! The cards are customized to match any December Holiday of your choice and mailed to you physically or emailed digitally!

This will be the fourth consecutive year I have run PHSI, and features the return of the nifty Postcards from last year! But don't worry: All physical cards will be mailed in themed envelopes this year, so your postcards should arrive in much better condition! :)

These postcards are are also special and unique, because they feature new artwork made by eight different artists from the fandom, specifically for this event! The design of the postcard you receive will be based on what you select in your Card Request. I can’t express the amount of thanks these artists deserve for volunteering their time and talents to make PHSI 2022 special!

If you would like to receive a Portal-Themed Holiday Card:

Visit bit.ly/portal-holiday-spirit-initiative …

Answer the questions on the form…

Wait for your card to be made and sent!

It’s that simple! Card Requests are now open, and close on December 20th in order to give me enough time to make and send all the cards before the end of the year. Please submit sooner rather than later so I have time to finish them all!

Also, please don’t be afraid to request a physical card if you don’t live in the US! It might take a bit longer for you to receive your card depending on what country you live in, but they do get mailed to whatever address you provide, whether domestic or foreign. Last year I mailed/emailed a total of 141 cards to Italy, Australia, Canada, Colombia, The Czech Republic, Germany, England, Finland, France, Mexico, New Zealand, Poland, Romania, Russia, The US, The United Kingdom, and Vietnam!

I’m glad to be a part of the Portal Fandom and hope to bring a smile to others in the Fandom this year! While not a requirement to receive a card, please visit ko-fi.com/247testing and click the Donate button if you’d like to give $2 to cover the cost/postage of your card and someone else’s too. Thanks!

Answers for common questions and concerns under the cut:

Worried about providing a mailing address, for whatever reason?

PHSI has an eCard option! All you need to provide is a name for me to call you by and an email address to receive your card!

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PHSI mails to any address provided, whether domestic or foreign! However, please wait patiently for your card, due to the current global rate of shipping.

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Requesting a card from PHSI has been and will always be FREE! However, giving $2 to the initiative helps me buy card supplies and postage to mail physical cards (visit ko-fi.com/247testing if you’d like to contribute). I gratefully appreciate any contributions received, even if it’s just a comment saying thanks!

Worried because you don’t know how to support the artist of the card you received?

Each artist's social media are listed on the back of every card featuring their artwork. Look them up, commission them, reblog their art, and support them however you can!

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Double check your email inbox and junk folders. I send everyone an email that either confirms your Holiday Card has shipped or includes your eCard! If your physical card fails to show up after the first of January, please reach out to me and I’ll send you a replacement eCard!

Worried because you received your card and don’t know what to do now?

Make a post about it! Include pictures, videos, or anything you’d like, and tag me in the post (@24-7-testing) so I can reblog it! If you don’t want to show your card off, that’s ok too!

274 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

A Study Of Lies, by yours truly.

460 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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From the article:

"We've gotta start Portal 3, that's my message to you. Anything you can do, let's do it, let's just make it happen. Because yeah, I am also not getting any younger like we are reaching the point where it's crazy to think, literally gonna be too old to work on Portal 3 so we should just do it," said Wolpaw.

Wolpaw went on to say that Portal fans should make their appeals known to Gabe Newell, though the writer was quick to point out that he doesn't think these appeals will help the game materialize. However, if Newell and Valve see an interest, it certainly couldn't hurt! 

632 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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[markusdevblog]

a look at three "spooky" pieces of music

A Hat in Time's "Subcon Forest" Length: 11:07 Subcon Forest is a type of world in which several game stages make the setting. The forest itself is a wide and varied stage with various sub-environments, with the common throughline of ghosts or lost spirits inhabiting the forest. it has the general theme of eerieness. the music follows suit. This being the longest track of the three, it begs the question of why this platformer stage needed an 11-minute long track. investigating further, I looked at the other tracks from the game, and discovered it was the second longest track included, being short around 3 minutes of a different track named "Alpine Skyline". only a handful of the tracks have this amount of length, staying usually within the range of 1 to 5 minutes in length. I am additionally confused since the "Subcon Forest" world contains many smaller tracks for specific areas within the world such as "The Fire Spirits" and "Subcon Village". my main theory as to why these tracks have such length is that either these stages warranted more atmospheric tracks, or that it was felt that this world was particularly large and needed more variation in the music to help it from becoming stale, it could also be a combination of the two, but I wonder if this explains the variety of tracks found in "Subcon Forest". the track does contain a little motif or leitmotif that is used in a different more upbeat and shorter track, however, the leitmotif is used sparingly throughout the entire duration of the track. the track tries to strike a balance between sounding like a little retro game alongside some melodic instruments that hum along to the little beat. of what I can discern a keyboard, something like a maraca, deep drum, xylophone, a synth and various sounds that may or may not be intended to be diegetic are used here. there are other sounds here present but I couldn't describe it much better than stick and chain sounds. at 6 minutes in I hear an instrument that I recognize, the waterphone. this instrument is not used a lot in the track and understandably so, it's a disturbing sounding instrument. the track uses a variety of instruments that it cycles through as it goes on, and as it goes on, the later half of the song is much more dreamlike or ethereal if you're feeling zesty, rather than leaning melodic like the first half of the song.

The Simpsons Hit & Run's "Halloween Havoc" Length: 02:30 Level 7 is an homage to The Simpsons long standing treehouse of horror episodes. which is inherently Halloween themed, and as such the the connected music is very much affected. we have spooky keys, xylophones reminiscent of bones, an orchestra which I think is more simpsons than horror, horns, an organ, and possibly the strangest addition which is the electric guitar. this is likely the most complicated track I have chosen since it modulates and changes itself the most i'd say. quite short really and at least from the video i found on youtube and footage of the game i can pretty easily tell where the track loops. now i don't know if that is evidence of poor work but it is something that sticks out to me. the object of this track is maybe clearest to me here: reference the simpsons and have some crazy Halloween banger come on when you're homer driving over civilians, it really sells the energy that was intended in my opinion, and i love the song. nothing about it really is meant to scare unlike the other two tracks which is very exemplar of the "spooky" vibe. horror, but not quite scary.

World of Warcraft's "Duskwood" Length: 03:33 Duskwood is the levelling zone that I believe is for 10 to 15-level players, quite literally the bluntest example of "X, but what if it was creepy". so much so the main town is called Darkshire. one of WoW's most famous towns, goldshire, is only a 40-minute in-game walk away. however, this town is its evil counterpart DARKshire. great stuff. super atmospheric, this track has wind sounds for the entire duration to show how dark and spooky it is. But it mostly sticks to orchestral instruments, using cellos, violins, harps and maybe some woodwinds. it seems short to me, and warrants further investigation of this track In-game. when it comes to atmospheric like this I don't understand why you wouldn't want a longer track, I'll have to see. the track is slow and methodical despite it's length.

[radiant-reid]

Impress Me

Summary: Spencer really can't cook, but he doesn't let it stop him from being the absolute best, most thoughtful boyfriend ever.

1. Hello! Can you please write a fic where Spencer decides to learn how to cook for y/n? 🥰 2. can you do a fluffy valentine’s day of readers first relationship and spencer spoiling her (maybe some smut) and just being the best s14/15 guy

a/n: wes is literally the loml so of course, i had to make #2 v-day fic using this gif. i didn't exactly do a s14/15 so you can imagine this with any era. chronologically, it's their first valentine's day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: swearing | tiny sexual themes towards the end | little bit of self doubt spencer

Word Count: 2.8k

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In his life, Spencer had never had someone who he wanted to impress as much as he wanted to impress Y/n. Spencer still felt like he had a lot to prove to her since he was her very first Valentine, and there was nothing he wanted more than to be her last.

He was so concerned about how to make it perfect that he joined Garcia and JJ in the Batcave during their midmorning gossip session. The wall full of computer screens, and his two longest-running colleagues had to be able to help.

"I need help." Spencer declared, sitting on the spare desk chair with a pout. They were both looking at him with frowns, confused about how they could help him when he usually knew everything but prompting him to continue. "It's Y/n."

Penelope's concerned face took over. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what to do for Valentine's Day," Spencer explained, blushing about it.

One of the newest things he'd learned was how to stop doubting himself about being a bad boyfriend, and now he was back at stage one, unsure of how to do what had become his favorite job in the world.

"You haven't made plans yet?" JJ asked him, and he shook his head. "Spence, it's the twelfth."

He knew that. And he knew that meant there were two days to go, but he didn't understand it. "Yeah?"

"If you wanted to take her out, I think you probably missed your chance," Penelope explained, causing him grave concern. "It's okay. Just choose something else to do."

Spencer's brain was overclouded with possibilities, but he wasn't sure what was perfect. "Like what?"

"You want to impress her, right?" JJ asked, already knowing the answer that Spencer confirmed with a nod. "Do something intimate. Like have a picnic or cook dinner or build a blanket fort or cook her breakfast." She spewed out recommendations. None of which sounded doable to him.

"Ooo, make her pasta. Rossi has that great recipe." Penelope suggested, recalling the mouth-watering dish Rossi had made a year ago, so memorable it was his signature dish.

Spencer bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment. "I've never cooked for her before." Or cooked for anyone else. He was a kid in college with no time or skill to cook anything but ramen. It couldn't be that hard, though, could it?

"See, that will impress her." Penelope convinced him, smiling at the older version of the young boy, who was so unsure about talking to anyone.

"O-okay." Spencer nodded before his insecurities sunk in, and he bit his bottom lip. "What if it's not perfect? It needs to be. For her, but also because she's never had a valentine before."

Penelope pushed him on the shoulder lightly. "Boy wonder, don't worry so much."

"I just want her to be happy," Spencer mumbled, eyes cast downward at his shoes.

"Give me your phone," Penelope demanded, holding out her hand. Unsure of what she wanted, Spencer slid it out of his back pocket. She turned it on, showing him the lockscreen that he saw every time he looked at a text message or got a phone call. A little moment of joy between the gruesome crime scene details or photos. "See, happy."

The photo was the epitome of happiness. Taking in Rossi's back garden, it was Y/n and Spencer in their best clothing. His arm was around her waist, and their faces were inches apart, close enough they could probably kiss, but instead, they were grinning. Wide grins filled with pure joy as they forgot about their surroundings while getting lost in each other's eyes. Even if he was having a bad day, it made him smile.

Believing her, Spencer nodded. "Thank you." He said to both of them, getting back up to leave them to all the other gossip.

"Make sure you get wine." JJ reminded him.

"And dessert," Penelope added.

Spencer flashed them a thumbs up, slipping out the door and making his way to Rossi's office.

Once he had the recipe that Rossi was more than glad to give him, Spencer knew he had two days to get everything else perfect. With everyone's reassurance, he felt like it would be okay.

Until he had to actually cook.

The kitchen in his apartment should have been used a lot more than it was. All he usually did was pour cereal and reheat leftovers. Nothing as complicated as the pasta dish Rossi had assured him he would be able to make. After all, it was just math, right?

It started out okay. Spencer managed to make the pasta by hand once he brought fresh eggs then cut it into scientifically perfect strips. The accuracy took far too much time, and Y/n was knocking at the door when he started the complex sauce.

"Hi, lovely." Spencer greeted her, softening when he saw her. "You look gorgeous."

His reactions were something she adored, and he looked stunned when he saw her in a new dress- red, of course- with her hair and makeup done nicely.

"Hi, handsome." Y/n leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek as she walked into his apartment. "I got you something." She mentioned, handing him the gift in her hands.

"Thank you," Spencer replied, kissing her on the lips to show his appreciation. He guided her through the apartment she'd been through a hundred times like a maître d' at a restaurant.

Y/n's eyes widened when she saw his dining room, a black table cloth over the table perfectly set with cutlery, flowers, and wine. It even smelt nice, like vanilla-scented candles and his cologne. Definitely something he'd spent a lot of time on, and, like everything he did, it made her feel special.

"Spence." Her eyes already felt a little watery as she beamed up at him. "You did all this?"

He chuckled from beside her, nodding as he pulled her body closer to him. "I did." He answered. "Just to see that smile." How did she get so lucky?

He placed the gift down on the table in the seat that didn't already have a present then uncorked the fancy bottle of Italian wine he'd brought for the very occasion.

"You." Y/n started, taking a glass of wine he'd poured. "Are the most amazing person ever."

Spencer shook his head, picking up his own wine glass and holding it up so he could make a toast. "To you, my girl."

She shook her head, moving her glass so he couldn't clink it. "To you." She proposed a different toast.

"To us." He settled on what she thought was an acceptable toast. She tapped her glass against his, wrapping one arm around his neck while he held her waist. "Did you know the tradition of clinking glasses came from medieval times when lots of wine was poisoned? The host would pour wine from the guest's glass into their own and drink it to prove it wasn't poisoned, and the guest would clink the glasses if they trusted them."

Chuckling down her sip of wine, Y/n giggled a little more. "Spence, why would you tell me that when I'm drinking the wine, you might have poisoned?"

Spencer clenched his teeth together before breaking out in a chuckle. "You saw me open it."

"Hmm, but you are a magician." She countered, tipping her head to the side like she was considering if he spilled her some poison. Playfully rolling his eyes, Spencer took a sip of his wine to debunk her hypothesis. "I really wouldn't have cared if it was poisoned, though, because it tastes damn good." She commented, swirling it around like she was a wine connoisseur.

"I'd love to say I picked it, but I didn't." He truthfully admitted he outsourced help.

It only made Y/n happier. Just the fact that he cared enough to ask for advice made her heart warm. "Well, thank you. For all of this, I really appreciate it."

"I really appreciate you," Spencer reciprocated, eyes drawn to her lips before looking back up at her eyes, definitely having been caught.

Y/n leaned up to kiss him, starting out softly before ditching her wine on the table in favor of tugging on his bottom lip until she could properly make out with him. Spencer gave in quickly, fumbling with his glass so much he almost spilled it because he was too enamored with kissing her to put it on the table.

Apparently, oxygen wasn't a necessity to Spencer because when she pulled away to breathe, his lips were on her neck.

Oxygen was also necessary to keep a fire going, and there was a lot of that in his kitchen. "Uh, Spence." She tried not to moan it out. "Is that your smoke alarm?"

It took him a second to snap out of what he was doing, pulling back and looking in the direction of the kitchen, which was smoky. "Fuck." He groaned with an uncharacteristic swear to express his frustration.

Y/n followed him towards the kitchen, seeing what had happened. Physically, she could taste the smell, wincing when she walked in. "Spence, what is going on?" She asked, noticing the pans and pots on the stove and how messy his kitchen actually was. Clearly, the perfectly set table was a facade for the chaos going on in his apartment. The water in a pot had boiled over, and the pasta had started to burn. Whatever was originally in the pan was now black.

Once he got it under control and she opened the windows, he turned to her with a distraught look. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to do something special, but, evidently, I can't cook even with Rossi's instructions designed for two-year-olds." He apologized, feeling terrible about the poor job he'd done at cooking her dinner.

More than anything, she hated seeing him sad, especially when he thought she wouldn't be delighted with something he'd done. He'd always been her first, and he wanted to do everything possible to ensure he was her last.

"Baby." She cooed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him. "It's the thought that counts."

Spencer scoffed. "That's something someone says when they're trying to make another someone feel better about the terrible job they'd done."

Y/n pulled back, making sure he could see her shaking her head. "No. Well, maybe sometimes." She lightened the mood, getting him laughing. "But I'm not lying. You cared enough about me to make me dinner even though you can't cook." She flashed him a light smile, and he smiled back. "But you care, and that's all that's important to me. That's all I've ever wanted. You're all I've ever wanted."

By the end of her declaration of love, Spencer felt much less like crying. "Thank you, and I'm so sorry."

"You know what else is Italian?" She asked with the award-winning smile back on her face from cheering him up. "Pizza!" She cheered.

"Well, technically, it's not also Italian because pasta is usually credited to a dish Marco Polo brought back from his voyage to China." Spencer delivered the correct information. Some people found it annoying, but Y/n didn't love anything more than his facts.

Cupping his cheek and stroking her thumb over his cheekbone, she kissed him. "So, we can order pizza?"

"Yes." Spencer agreed, already reaching for his phone.

"Pineapple." Y/n reminded him.

She shoved his shoulder when he jokingly shook his head. "That's a crime against Italian food. I'll tell Rossi." He threatened, eyeing her carefully.

"I think it's a crime to burn both pasta and sauce." She countered. A firm believer in it never being too soon to make a joke. "So, if you don't tell, I won't."

Spencer held out his pinky, waiting for her to lock hers around it. "I promise." She sealed the deal, smirking up at him.

"So... we have, what, 20 minutes until it turns up?" She questioned, with something mischievous in her voice.

"Yup," Spencer confirmed with a nod. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Y/n nodded affirmatively. "Most definitely." She grabbed his hands and pulled him out of the kitchen and back to the living room. "Presents!" She cheered, earning a smile from Spencer, who was infatuated by how adorable she was.

She took his one again, switching it with her one in his hands. It felt like Christmas morning, and the anticipation was brewing for the big reveal.

Tearing off the pink wrapping paper with hearts like a little kid, Y/n beamed when she revealed the gift. "You didn't!?" She exclaimed.

"Oh, I so did," Spencer replied, delaying opening his gift in favor of watching her reaction. A box of red eternity roses. Something she had talked about once that he must have remembered. She was lightly crying with the box in her hands. "Because roses symbolize love and my love for you is infinite."

"Stop," Y/n complained, pushing his shoulder. "You're so charming that it's making me cry." She wiped the tears up while trying to hold the roses she'd treasure forever.

Spencer helped her out, cupping her cheeks as he placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "My turn." He declared in a whisper. Delicately, he picked up the gift, unwrapping it before grinning. "How did you even find this?" He asked, utter bewilderment on his features.

It was an original copy of a book Spencer had been looking for in almost perfect condition. "Some serious sleuthing on every book nerd platform out there." She answered, smirking at the nickname she'd given him. Confused, he frowned. "Penelope." She changed her answer.

"Well, thank you. I love it." So much that he was going to struggle to read it that night when all he could do was think about her.

"There's more." She nodded to the rest of the gift bag.

Spencer dug through the tissue paper, pulling out a pair of socks. "What? These are amazing." He said, fascinated with them.

They were hand-knitted socks because she knew his feet got cold when the blood failed to travel down his long limbs and to his extremities. Of course, they were mismatched. One pink with hearts and the other with a purple gingham print.

"Mm, I'm glad you like them." She said, watching him sit down and take off his current socks so he could put the new ones on.

"So comfortable." He sighed, fascinated with the softness and how warm they were.

It took so little to make him happy, and all she wanted to do was spoil him every day. "My sweet boy." She cooed, pulling him back up so she could kiss him again.

Eventually, the pizza turned up, and Spencer hesitated when he went to put it on the table. "Should we eat on the couch?" He offered, glancing at the more comfortable option.

"Please." Y/n nodded. Wherever they spent time together, it didn't matter.

They sat down to eat the pizza, laughing at each other's jokes and unable to stop their grins. Every day, it felt like they couldn't love each other anymore, and, each day, they were proven wrong. It was almost like they'd known each other forever, bonded on such a deep level it seemed unachievable. It wasn't always flawless, but it was always outstanding.

Spencer turned to her once they'd almost finished eating. "I'm really sorry this didn't go as planned." He apologized, the guilt making his heart plunge into a dark place.

"Spencer, I don't know how it could get better than this." She truthfully admitted. Did she think she'd end up eating pizza on his couch? No, but did it matter when he made her laugh and feel more loved than anything else? Not at all.

"It will. If you'll spend next Valentine's Day with me." He promised, taking another bite of his pizza.

She needed to see how he'd rise to that challenge. "Sure, but I love this." This pure bliss that they'd created.

"Noted." Spencer nodded, pulling her even closer into his side.

"I feel bad you set up the table." She guiltily admitted, looking up at him with a pout.

Spencer shrugged, not finding a single problem with their situation. "I did buy Tiramisù for dessert." He mentioned.

It earned Spencer a wide smile. "Oh, you really are perfect." Y/n reminded him before smirking when she thought of something else. Sitting up, she threw a leg over his hips, coming to sit on his lap. "I know something else you could have for dessert." She offered, cheekily grinning.

"Yeah, alright, okay." He stuttered out all at once, not wasting any time getting down to really impressing her with his skills.

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[fireofjudgement]

Joke's on you, my friend (Part 1)

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Gwi-nam x gn!reader

Summary: After your childhood friend suddenly starts to avoid you, you can't help but blame him for ruining what you've once had. But when the world you know comes to an end, you'll get one last chance to fix things between you. Will you take it?

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: angst, childhood friends to enemies, swearing, zombie apocalypse breaking out, graphic descriptions of zombies, some gore, major character death, themes of unhealthy/one-sided friendships, mentions of bullying, mentions of death and blood

A/N: No smut this time, who would have thought! On a more serious note tho, this is based on a real life friend I've had when I was younger, tho obviously it wasn't as extreme as it is portrayed in this story. Fun fact: I originally intended to end this in a different way so if you'd like a part 2/ epilogue let me know :) Also this is the longest fic I've posted so far, so if you read it till the end, thank you <3

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"Fuck this, fuck him, fuck everyone!"

Ignoring the risk of getting injured, the fact that someone might hear you and probably already has, and putting all superstition aside, you made sure no mirror was spared as you let all rage consume you inside the tiny bathroom. Seven years of bad luck, even multiplied by the amount of mirrors you've broken already, didn't sound bad right now. You could handle that. You could handle the consequences of your own actions. 

What you absolutely couldn't handle however, was the fact that, within minutes, your whole life got destroyed  because of one insufferable asshole. You didn't even regret smashing those mirrors, you could only imagine how crazy you looked at that moment, hair disheveled and tears running down your face. But who the fuck cared anymore?

Certainly not Gwi-nam. No, he was most likely home already, laughing his ass off with his idiotic friends, remembering your confused expression when you entered the classroom two hours late and got kicked out by your teacher while everyone was staring, trying to contain laughter. You knew how fucking happy they must have been seeing their class president arriving late to the most important exam of the year. The one that you cannot retake unless you repeat the whole year. They loved watching you fail, watching you get humiliated like that, after years of living in your shadow. 

The more you thought about it, the harder it became for you to stay mad at them however. Admittedly, you weren't the best class president, nor the best classmate in general. Focused on your career goals, you've never bothered to make friends at your school. Always keeping to yourself, never helping out others - even during group projects you'd rather do all the work alone than spend any time with them. 

You didn't go to parties or sleepovers, nor did you do the whole dating and relationships thing. To be perfectly honest you've never expected your classmates to achieve anything in their lives, you didn't consider them a competition at school and definitely not for a future job hunt. You would be surprised if most of them even graduated at all. 

You couldn't help but sigh at the thought. How ironic, considering the fact that now you were the only one not graduating. Karma truly is a bitch.

But having to repeat the year wasn't the most painful part of this whole situation. Nor was it your classmates turning on you and happily witnessing your downfall. No, what hurt you the most was Gwi-nam's betrayal. The two of you have been friends ever since you could remember. Both coming from rather dysfunctional families, you clicked almost instantly and for over a decade you had each other's backs, no matter what hurdles life threw at you.

All of that suddenly changed when the both of you started college. Pretty much overnight you were deemed too uncool to be seen with and instantly replaced by a bunch of cavemen, driven mainly by their libido rather than any goals or ambition. You tried to salvage this friendship, you really really tried. Afterall, for many years he's been the only good thing in your life, a safe space, your best friend. Your only friend. You'd basically beg him to at least spend time with you after school, you didn't mind pretending to be strangers during classes but you couldn't stand the thought of him being gone from your life entirely. 

Despite your pleas, despite your threats and bargains, he wouldn't budge. Every single time you'd try to talk to him he just laughed, his eyes and tone ice cold. You'd ask him why he's treating you like that after years of friendship, why you're less important than some people he's met a month earlier but an answer never came, the conversation ending the same way each time - your tears, his laughter and disapproving looks from anyone who happened to be around you.

It took you months to accept the new reality and move on, but you've never understood why he acted that way. All you knew was that this guy might have had an appearance, voice and style that resembled Gwi-nam's but it wasn't him, it couldn't be him. It wasn't your Gwi-nam at least. You spent hours, maybe even days staring into his eyes when you were younger, you knew him better than he knew himself. But looking at him now, years later, you didn't recognize the person in front of you anymore.

Taking all of that into consideration, it would be an understatement to say you were surprised when, one day, the communication between the two of you suddenly resumed, as if nothing had ever changed. 

Because of your declining health you were forced to skip school for a couple weeks, something you've never thought you'd do, but between your health and career, the latter was definitely less important than the former. Your school didn't offer homeschooling and, due to your nonexistent social life, you weren't exactly receiving any offers to help you out with the classes you missed out on, so, even though you'd honestly rather crawl back to school on all fours, you had to turn to the one person you were hoping wouldn't reject you despite your failed friendship. Yoon Gwi-nam. 

You spent hours nervously pacing around your room, trying to gather the courage to text him. Calling him was out of the question, nothing in this world could prepare you for that, so you decided to do the next best thing and send him a message. It was already well past your usual bedtime when you finally managed to put together a perfect message, after typing it out and deleting it right after a dozen times. But if you thought putting your thoughts into text was anxiety inducing, you couldn't even begin to describe how you felt after pressing send. Suddenly time slowed down, minutes lasting for what felt like days.

No matter how hard you tried to pretend, you weren't ready to read his reply. If you were being completely honest, you didn't even expect one in the first place, so when your phone lit up with a new notification, you got startled, waves of anxiety and embarrassment hitting you repeatedly. So many questions went through your mind all at once, it was hard to focus on just one. Did he read your whole message? Did you take him by surprise or did he expect you to reach out to him, since he knew you weren't talking to anyone else? And most importantly, would he actually agree to help you or did you just make a fool out of yourself again?

Finally deciding against waiting till the morning to open his message, you clicked on the notification, only to see his, more than disappointing, one sentence reply.

"k, i'll come over tmrw"

You put the phone down with a long sigh. Really? That's all he had to say? After all this time he couldn't even put a little bit of effort into his message? Oh well, at least he responded. And he agreed to help you as well. Or at least that's what you were hoping for, why else would he come over? He didn't visit you since.. No, you didn't want to think about it again. It was late, you were sick and you were tired. After such a long day, you could only hope for a better tomorrow. 

The next day came and went, Gwi-nam's visit much less eventful than you anticipated. You spent the whole day trying to make yourself look halfway decent and prepare to face him once again. Practicing in front of a mirror, you tried your best to organize your thoughts, turn them into coherent sentences and explain exactly what has been on your mind, in a calm and collected manner. The last thing you wanted was to break down and start crying in front of him.

But when he finally showed up at your doorstep, you didn't even get a chance to say anything. He handed you the notebooks, briefly explaining what they've been working on for the past couple weeks, and then left, not sparing you a single look or a word of apology. He repeated this for the next few days - he'd show up, pick up his stuff and then come back later to let you know what happened at school that day. He'd never go beyond that, never ask you how you were doing or why exactly you stayed at home, never mentioned anything that happened between the two of you. If you were being completely honest, you started questioning if you were ever truly friends. Even if it didn't work out or he didn't feel like continuing whatever you had, was it really necessary for him to treat you like that? Like a complete stranger?

A million questions in your mind, your anxiety skyrocketing every time Gwi-nam was about to come over. You were really hoping these visits would help you get closure, finally feel at ease but they turned out to have the exact opposite effect - you felt uncomfortable, anxious and sad every time you looked at him, the realization that you were never going to go back to what you once had, hitting you harder every single day, until you finally accepted it. There was no point in wasting your time and energy on him anymore, as difficult as it was for you to move on. But there was still one thing you wanted to ask before you closed that chapter forever.

"Why are you helping me?" 

Gwi-nam stopped midway to the door, slowly turning around to face you again. It was supposed to be his last visit, since you were going back to school next week, so you decided to take the chance and finally confront him, even if the outcome wasn't going to be pleasant for you. It was still better than nothing and you knew that with school ending soon you wouldn't get another chance. 

"What?" 

"Why are you helping me with this stuff? I thought we weren't friends anymore?" You knew the last question came off as passive-aggressive but you didn't really care anymore. He's said much worse things to you in the past few months, and in front of other people too.

"Don't be ridiculous. Who else were you going to ask for help, huh?" 

His words hurt. You knew he was right but that didn't make it any better, nor did his visibly annoyed expression. It was clear he wasn't enjoying this unexpected conversation. 

"So you're doing it to feel better about yourself? What about all the times you've insulted me or made fun of me in front of your cavemen friends? Did that feel good? Because it sure didn't for me. I hope you'll get a good laugh out of it and it'll help you pass the time while you repeat the year, asshole.." 

Gwi-nam stayed quiet, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst. You weren't planning to scream at him like that but you were bottling up your feelings for way too long. You finally snapped and, as embarrassing as it was to show him your weaker, more vulnerable side, you felt relieved to finally let it all out, no matter how it made him feel. 

"You know.." he finally spoke, his tone serious like you've never heard it before. "maybe if you cared enough to look up from your books sometimes, you'd realise why I didn't want you around anymore. Goodbye y/n."

Leaving you shocked and speechless, Gwi-nam made his way to the door again before turning around one last time with an innocent smile. 

"Oh, and don't forget about the exam next week, at 10 am."

Thinking about it now, after calming down a little, maybe he wasn't completely wrong. Maybe he had a reason to resent you, maybe they all did. You've always acted like you were better than your classmates, like they weren't worth your time or energy, without ever even making an attempt to get to know any of them. You were so sure they were the ones that needed you but within a couple minutes they managed to prove you wrong. Fuck, you've never felt this shitty before. Because of your own ego you've lost the only friend you've ever had, all the friends you could have made and a chance at graduating. And on top of that you'd have to pay for the damages you've caused. You'd probably scream your head off, if all of this didn't give you a headache. 

Right as that thought crossed your mind, a loud, almost unnatural sounding scream came from outside the bathroom, startling you. It was quickly followed by one, two, three more, until the whole school was filled with a cacophony of piercing cries and screams full of despair. Unsure of what was happening and how you were supposed to react, you decided to leave the safety of your hiding spot. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea but at that moment you hoped that whatever was going on, you'd be able to survive it, leave the building and go home.

Oh, how wrong you were. How naive. And you didn't even have enough time to regret your choice or realise what was unfolding right in front of you - the second you stepped outside, you were met with tens, dozens of..what you thought were people at first but after taking a closer look, you weren't so sure anymore. Their bodies and faces horribly deformed, certain body parts either missing or mangled, clothes ripped and covered in blood. The screaming and crying didn't stop either. No, it only grew louder, stronger. 

Surrounded by a chaos you've never seen before, you just stood there, body and mind completely frozen. What was happening? Who..what were they? Why were they attacking each other? What were you supposed to do? There really wasn't anywhere you could escape to, dead bodies and those..creatures blocking the way wherever you looked. You thought about fighting them, at least for as long as you could find an exit or another hiding spot, but you quickly realized that whoever or whatever they were, they were much stronger, faster and had way more stamina than you. 

Still, there had to be something you could do, right? You refused to just give up and let those monsters kill you, despite having very limited options when it came to hiding or defending yourself. In fact, there was absolutely nothing you could use, except an old broom resting against the doorframe. 

"That'll have to do, I guess.." You weren't sure but you had to do something, at least try. You've had your whole life ahead of you, so many dreams and goals, you didn't want to accept that it could end just like that, you couldn't accept it.

And so, terrified to see the full scale of the situation, but determined to fight for your life, you grabbed the broom and you ran. As fast as you could, as far as you could, trying to avoid any contact with the creatures. It was a difficult task, considering the fact that their only goal, only purpose seemed to be catching and devouring you. 

At first you thought they were simply killing anyone that got too close to them but no..the truth was much worse. The creatures didn't seem to care whether their prey was dead or still alive, they consumed whatever they could put their mouth on and when they got you..You'd come back as one of them, no matter what state they left you in. It was terrifying, horrors you couldn't even imagine before, playing out right in front of you, in a place you've always considered a second home. Sometimes even the first.

So you ran and ran, not looking back and barely aware of what was awaiting you wherever you ended up going. The creatures weren't smart, that much you knew, but they were strong and there were so many of them, more than you could count, which made hiding pretty much impossible. Every room, every corridor, every tiny little nook was full of them. After a while of this never-ending race your legs started to give up on you, your health still not at its best, but even when you were struggling to move forward, struggling to catch your breath, you didn't want to stop. 

You'd crawl if you have to but you won't let them have you that easily. You most definitely didn't lack the determination but you were running low on energy, getting weaker and slower until finally the inevitable happened. Your whole life flashed before your eyes, a terrified scream slipping past your lips as you were grabbed and pulled into the nearest classroom. Screaming and thrashing around, you tried to push the attacker off but to no avail. 

"Shut the fuck up, you're just gonna lead all of them here you idiot!"

"G-Gwi-nam?!" You gasped in shock, unsure whether you were happy you were still alive or angry at him for scaring the life out of you. What was he still doing at school anyway?

"No, Santa Claus. Of course it's me you dumbass. And instead of yelling, you should thank me for saving you. If it wasn't for me you'd have your head bitten off by these freaks by now." 

"Thanks..I guess.." You were thankful, you really were. But it was hard for you to face him again, after everything that happened on that day. Though..maybe it didn't matter anymore. Maybe he was right. All that mattered was that you were still alive. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I managed to hide here when shit hit the fan. But we shouldn't stay here, it's too dangerous."

"So..what now?" 

"We need to get to the rooftop."

"The rooftop? What for?"

The look he sent your way made you regret asking any questions. And so did his answer.

"Fucking hell..I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here, but since that's clearly not the case, listen carefully because I'm not going to repeat myself. Shit is going down at our school and someone is going to notice it sooner or later, if they haven't already. So, when they send help, we need them to see us, know that we're here. The rooftop is our best chance at that. Understood, class president?"

You nodded, your face hot with shame and embarrassment. His words cut deep but you knew he was right. So, for the first time in your life, you decided to let him take control and trust him, forgetting what happened between the two of you, at least temporarily. Right now Gwi-nam was your only chance at surviving, you'll worry about the rest when you're both safe.

"Aight, let's go then."

Trying to stay together and stay aware of your surroundings, you left the empty room and made your way to the rooftop. With newfound energy and an ally by your side, you felt safer, more confident, fear slowly leaving your body. The two of you quickly found a rhythm, working together and supporting each other - it almost made you feel like back when you were kids, always having each other's backs. Maybe it was silly, especially given the circumstances, but with the way he held onto your hand the whole time, never letting go, how determined and confident he was, Gwi-nam almost seemed attractive to you at that moment.

"You're being stupid, focus y/n!" You scolded yourself in your thoughts. This was important, this was life and death, even a second of hesitation was something you couldn't afford. Neither of you could. 

After what seemed like a century, you finally managed to get to the stairs leading to the rooftop, but with the both of you out of breath, completely exhausted and struggling to run or even walk fast, and an entire horde of the creatures behind you, determined to drown you in the sea of half dead bodies, the future didn't look too bright. It was clear that you wouldn't be able to run for much longer but luckily for you, you somehow made it to the door. However, once one problem was solved, another one appeared.

"It's locked.."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"It's locked Gwi-nam, the door is fucking locked!" You screamed, feeling the tears you've been trying to hold for so long, finally escaping and running down your cheeks, onto your ripped shirt. 

This was it. This was the end. There was nowhere else to go.

"Come on, you have to try harder! See if you can find anything to break it with, I'll fight them off for as long as I can."

How Gwi-nam managed to stay so calm and collected, you honestly didn't know, but he proved to you that he wasn't as weak and pathetic as you thought he was. You underestimated him your whole life and you knew it was stupid to think about it now, that you were both about to die, but you couldn't help it. You had to say something, let him know how much you regretted treating him like he was worse than you and, as a result, ruining your friendship. Because him saving you, risking his own life to protect you and take you to safety, made you realise one thing - it wasn't him that caused your friendship to end, no. It was you. And you knew you were not going to get another chance to apologize. 

"Gwi-nam.."

"What the fuck are you doing y/n?! Go back there and open the goddamn door, are you deaf or stupid?"

"Gwi-nam, there is no point. The door is locked, there's nothing I can do. But I have to tell you something before we die, I'm-"

"Die?" he cut you off, a big smile spreading on his face. You've never seen a smile that cold and emotionless. At that moment he almost reminded you of those monsters downstairs. "Sweetheart, I'm not dying today, oh no. Don't take this the wrong way, I am happy I found you when I did. Finally, you'll be able to repay me for those years I've wasted trying to be your friend. Trying to be your equal, despite you letting me know every step of the way that I'm not. That I'll never be as good as you, at anything. Even if I try."

Before your brain could process his words, he grabbed you by the shoulders, a firm grip making it impossible for you to escape or push him away.

"Gwi-nam, what are you-"

"I hope it doesn't hurt too much." Was the last thing you heard him say, before he pushed you down the stairs and into the sea of starving monsters, ignoring your screams and cries for help. His sadistic smile only grew bigger - afterall, he's been waiting for this moment for months, maybe even years. He came prepared and he won.

His plan worked.

[rouge-variant]

Hey! If it's okay to request this kind of story theme, can I request a canon levi who gaves himself up to be tortured just to protect his 9th month pregnant wife? In instance where they were both kidnapped and Levi surrendered to be tied up by his wrists with chains, shirtless, suspended, beaten- (with the line of "don't touch her and hurt me instead, I surrender!") while his wife is just unconscious but vulnerable? But then as Levi felt he's almost passing out, he was awoken by the cry of his pregnant wife whom is in a phase to give birth at a wrong time and place- luckily his Ackerman strenght and power awakens at the same time so he is able to break free from his chains, fight the bad guys, bring himself and his wife to the hospital. Happy ending please where Levi is already healed and his wife gave birth to healthy twin boys babies making them both very happy and safe, and I hope this is not confusing. Thank You :))

This is by far the longest story I've written. It was quite the interesting idea and I appreciate all the details. I'm pretty sure that I've gotten everything but if I missed something, let me know and I'll fix it immediately. I'm really sorry for the wait, this room way longer to write then I expected. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Adding it all Up

Trigger Warning: Due to the nature of this requests, there will be mentions and partial details of; abuse to Levi, pregnancy, childbirth, panic attacks, home invasion, blackmailing. Please keep this in mind while you read.

"Darling, why are you awake?" Levi rolled onto his side to face you. You gave him a tired smile and ran you hand over your stomach.

"Blame the kicking monster. They've been up for the past five minutes and haven't settled down yet" you hummed and he chuckled. He placed his hand next to yours and felt a stronger kick.

"Definitely my kid" he murmured and you playfully smacked the back of his head.

"Who's side are you on?" You huffed and he kisses your hand apologetically.

"Kicks, settle down" he muttered against your bump. Kicks was the nickname Levi dedicated to your growing child. Due to the Ackerman genes that they undoubtedly inherited, they had the same strength as their father and loves to constantly remind you of it.

Neither of you knew the gender. The doctor had found out but you requested to keep it a surprise. Something to look forward to. Unless there was something endangering you or Kicks, you both wanted to have a surprise in store after the delivery. Which was approuching soon.

You were reaching your due date. The baby was to be born anywhere around these next few days. Levi had gotten a leave from work, Erwin sent him away because;

A) Levi has been stressing about you, getting distracted, become to jumpy anytime anyone meantions your name.

B) Erwin doesn't want you to be alone if the baby decides to come when your home alone.

C) Erwin is a close friend to you both and just deemed this as necessary. And defentily not because he knew that he might end up stealing all the baby snuggles so he's giving Levi a bit of a headstart.

"Levi...you're lost in thought again. What's running through that mind of yours?" Your voice rings through his ears and he sits up, wrapping an arm around your back and bringing you as close as he could, minding your bump.

"Nothing important...this still hasn't quite hit me that this is real" he partly lies. Yes it's true that he can't believe that he has you, that he's going to have a family of him own blood, any day now. His other family, while he won't admit it out loud, consists of Hanji, Erwin and his squad. But this....this is something else.

The other thing he didn't meantion, was what also sparked an early leave for him. Thanks to some friends of Erwin's, they received notice of a group from Levi's past coming out to get him. After the events with the Military Police, Historia's crowning and the tragic events following Kenny's appearance again, someone wasn't happy. Threats and blackmailing were part of it and not that he was doubt his abilities but Levi wanted to be as close to you as possible if those thugs attempted anything.

"Are you sure that's all?" You pressed and he hummed.

"Yeah. Now please try and sleep again. Who knows when we'll be able to sleep peacefully once they're born" he helps you lie down again, still keeping you close with him.

"Good point. And I think you talking to them calmed them down" you murmur, holding one of Levi's hands wrapped around below your bump. He kisses your neck and you both mutter 'good night' before falling asleep again. Or at least you did.

Levi stayed awake. Not my choice since it was now past the timeframe where he would be able to sleep, as well as the unsettling feeling building in his gut.

One hour passed and nothing happened.

Two hours passed and still nothing.

Three hours passed and he found himself being separated from you. They intruders held a cloth against your mouth for a few seconds, the sickly sweet smell luring you into a deeper sleep. He must've dosed off at some point, otherwise this wouldn't have happen. But now, he watches helplessly as your wrists and ankles are tied together. They leave you slumped against the wall as two other thugs move closer to you.

Levi had cooperated poorly leading up to you being chained up. He had attended to fight the thugs off but they're were too ma y and he was constantly distracted by your wellbeing to be able to hold them off. So now he's on his knees, his nightshirt reduced to shreads that just barely sit on his fit body. The chains around his wrist are suspended from the support bean on the ceiling.

"Your quarrel is with me, not her"Levi growled but the leader grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

"Smart boy, but we already know that little Ms. Ackerman is your weakness. You won't talk with having something worth the trade right?" Levi bit his tongue not to talk back. The larger man was right. He wasn't going to talk. Not unless you were at risk. The internal panic was hard to keep hidden. His family, his own family that he was finally going to have could easily perish right here, right now.

So he made a choice, one he knew he wouldn't regret, and lowered his head in submission.

"Don't touch her" he hissed. The large man crouched down to here him better.

"Speak up boy"

"I said don't touch her. Hurt me instead. I surrender" he glared dead in the eyes of the thug who let out a deep chuckle and let his men have their way with Levi.

Punches, kicks, whips and cuts were all handed to Levi. There was a strong smell of iron in your bedroom but Levi took them all with nothing less the occasional gasp or muffled groan of pain.

It was dark when the thugs broke in and now light filtered into the room.

"Alright boys, let's leave this surprise for Ms. Ackerman when she wakes up" the leader stopped his men the minute you started stirring. It was sick that they would make you experience this and Levi wanted to cover his arms and his back to avoid the shock and guilt that would be thrown at you the moment you woke up. But he couldn't. Everything was so heavy. His muscles wouldn't respond to the cry of his mind. He didn't want to be the first thing you saw when you woke up.

"Levi...?" Your voice was so fragile as it slurred. Eyelids slowly fluttering as they focused on him. He lowered his head, unable to see the fear and anxiety on your face as you saw his wounds. The sharp gasp and the muffled cry of his name was enough.

"Darling please don't look" his voice was rough and sore despite him not screaming nor crying all night.

"On the contrary, if you want your "Darling" to remain unharmed, I would tell her to keep watching" the boss's large hand held your head so you had to watch as the other thugs went back to attacking Levi.

"Levi! No please, please fight back. Please! Don't do this! Levi!!" You screamed and sobbed as you watched Levi not move at all, absorbing the attacks and giving up any fight. There wasn't a way out of this, not without you getting hurt so Levi concluded that this was the best option. Your screams hurt more than anything that the men could do to him and he wanted to look at you and lie that everything was going to be ok but he couldn't. The minute he would've looked at you, would've broken him.

The scene in front of you hurt you, it hurt mentally but soon it started hurting physically. Kicks must've sensed something was going on and gave you a firm reminder that they were still there. You groaned in pain and held your swollen bump between your contained wrists. Your eyes flickered away from Levi for a moment as you tried to calm them down.

"Shhh...we're ok baby, we're alright" you cooed quietly but it did nothing to ease the pressure building in your lower stomach. This added to your anxiety and you whimpered Levi's name.

"I'm scared Levi....I need you. You can't leave me. We need you" your sobs were weak now and your voice quivered. As another strong kick of pain hit your lower area, you knew what was happening. Out if all times too.

Your voice was fading for Levi. He barely heard anything but you saying his name. You grew quiet and he strained to see you. His head raised slightly and his eyes fluttered open. No longer slumped against the wall, but hunched over. The leader of the thugs held you so that you were still forced to watch Levi but the growing vein on his arm indicated that he was getting fed up with your whimpers and moans of pain.

"Screw the deal, you're annoying the hell outta me" he sees the thug lift his arm, ready to slap you and everything goes red. All noise is drowned by his hammering heartbeat, his noise only picks up on the smell of fresh iron and he feels nothing but the skin of human touching his hands.

He isn't sure how he ended up here but he was in the process of breaking the leader's arm when your broken cry rings clearly in his ear. You've moved back further, curling up into a ball and shaking in pain. Tears stream your beautiful face as your breathing comes out in choked gasps. You're scared, not of Levi, but of what's to come. Your home is on the outskirts of town, closer to Wall Sina then Wall Rose and you're not sure if Kicks will wait until your safe in a medical facility.

"Levi..." you whimper again and hee's immediately by your side, peppering your skin with little kisses and stroking your hair. His clean hand takes your trembling one, running his thumb over your knuckles. The chains around your body are broken.

"Talk to me, Darling. Look at me, we're ok right" his voice is soft and his strong front is there but his eyes jump to every part of you to ensure that you aren't injured at all. He knows from your crys what's happening with the baby but if you're hurt anywhere else, he won't risk endangering you further.

"J-just the baby. But I th-thought you were going to leave me" you cry again, now clutching his nightshirt. He hums and moves one arm under your legs, frowning when he feels the fabric of your nightdress wet.

"My wa-ater broke. I don't know when" you look up to him and he gives you a small nod and a quick peck on your forehead.

"That's alright. I just want you to count how long is in between each kick ok?" He wraps your arms around his neck and effortlessly rises to his feet, you safely held against him.

The early sun greeted you as he started walking with you into the small town near your home. Shopkeepers were setting up with booths and getting their morning shipments in before customers would be lining up. Most of them were too busy minding their own business, having to fit a busy schedule, so Levi was able to easily to walk through the streets. Your whimpers and groans were becoming more frequent as the time between each pain session or contraction, as you now thought of it, was shorter. This cause more panic to grow in you as you feared that you wouldn't end up making it to the hospital. By foot, you were at least an hour away, even with Levi's fast pace.

"Not so tense Darling, I'll figure this out. I need you to be strong right now. Just like when we're out fighting. I know your scared but we don't want Kicks to know right?" He glanced down at you briefly. Comforting definitely wasn't his strong suit but if he mentioned anything about the baby, your 'mom' mode would activate and help you gather yourself a bit more. Which is exactly what he needed right now.

"Y-yeah..." you nod, biting back another groan.

"Captain Levi!?" Someone ran up to you and you instantly recognized their voice. Alester, one of the soldiers in your sqaud, had seen Levi a block or so ago but didn't see you in his arms until now. His eyes looked down at you and he knew what was happening. He knew you were pregnant when you suddenly disappeared from HQ on "personal leave" since he overheard the conversation between you and Hanji.

Levi was about to open his mouth and tell the young man off but Alester beat him to it.

"My dad's just finished his morning supply round. He'll take you into town" he offered and Levi gave a quick nod, following towards the wagon. He placed you down gently then crawled in and sat ou up against him. Ot wasn't very comfortable but it was better than nothing.

The ride took fifteen minutes and was quiet other than the whispered praises Levi gave you for holding out this long. Your hair stuck to your forehead and your body trembled exhaustedly. The only think keeping you going, aside from the adrenaline, was the thought of meeting your baby soon. Levi was feeling the same, his back and arms hurt from earlier and he was drained from the bloodloss but all of that was not inpsortsnt at the moment. You witnessed men attacking Levi only then to go into labor and have the added stress of being nowhere near the hospital for your first birth. You were his priority. You and Kicks.

Upon arrival, Alester ran in to grab a doctor while Levi helped get you out of the wagon. Carrying you the same way as before and following the trail of nurses, setting up for your sudden arrival.

"Take care you two" Alester bid farewell quickly as you were taken to the delivery room and placed on a bed. The plushie texture did little to relieve the pain in your body but it at least made you relax a bit more.

"Captain, we can't have you in here" the doctor spoke up as he tried to push him out gently.

"Why the hell not?" Levi snapped and the doctor flinched a little. He shook his head but held his ground.

"You are not in your best condition. Your wounded and your agressive nature is setting off everyone else in the room" the doctor explained and Levi's jaw clenched. He didn't want to leave you like this. You needed him and he needed to make sure that you would be ok.

"Please sir. The longer I stand here, talking to you, the longer it takes me to help your wife" the doctor's voice was calm and patience, and Levi knew that he had to let this one go.

"You're going to do amazing Darling. I'll be waiting for you outside" he came over quickly, muttering this to you and pressing his forehand against yours. You nod, then he stood up and followed another nurse to tend to his injuries.

Six hours later, he was finally allowed back into the room. It took six hours before he was able to see you, lieing peacefully in the bed and holding a bundle if blankets. That's what he saw from the doorway of the room. He saw you, your tired eyes lighting up upon seeing him and the tip of the blanket containing your child.

"Hi" you greet with a giggle.

"Hey" he greets back, a mixture of excitment and nervousness evident in his eyes.

"Did you want to meet them?" You ask and giggle again as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Of course he wanted to meet them, what kind of question is that? But...didn't you already know the gender? Not that he was against that kind of stuff but your behavior set him off. He couldn't see the child because you had pillows to help prop up your tired arms. So once he was right at your side, he was able to see clearly what you had hidden.

In either of your arms, were two black haired, pink faced babies. One was passed out and the other had it's big steel eyes open and looking back at him. Yet another piece of proof that they carried the Ackerman gene.

"Twins, we have twins?" His voice was quiet and he looked at you to confirm.

"Yeah, we have two baby boys" you smiled brightly as tears made your eyes shine. Levi said nothing and instead rested his head against yours again. His family was finally here and it was bigger than he ever thought it would be.

"Thank you" he murdered, kissing your forehand before resting his against it again.

"Thank you for this. For giving me a family" his voice waved a little as he struggled to fight back his emotions. The doctors had left to give you two some room and bond all together.

"I'm so proud of you Darling. You were so strong" he praised you repeatedly as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

The younger Ackerman who was still awake, watched curiously at you two, eventually catching the eye of his father.

"Did you want to hold one?" You asked slowly, knowing that this was one of the thing Levi told you he was worried about.

"Y-yeah..." he nodded after a few moments of hesitation. He ran out to get one of the nurses to help. He learned quickly and soon enough, he was seated on the bed next to you, holding his youngest son against his chest. Their eyes met and at this point, Levi couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He was overwhelmed with joy of finally meeting his sons. He was relieved that the four of you made it out of the mess form earlier.

"Not so bad right?" you chimed softly and he looked at you and nodded. There you go again, taking care of him over yourself, despite the situations. It made him smile. It's not like you just pushed out two tiny humans a few moments ago or anything. And yet, he's the one who needs the most reassurance.

"They need names. We can't just keep calling them 'Thing One' and 'Thing Two'" you bring up and he looks down in thought. You guys discussed a few names during your pregnancy and he thinks back to them. You had a name that was very important to you that you wanted and he really liked it too. Part of him wanted to use the name of one of his fallen friends but it also brought back too many painful memories so he chose against it.

His head perked up at the sound of your voice and he saw you saying a bunch of different names to the boy in your arms.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled and you looked over.

"Letting him pick his name" you stated, as if it was obvious and went back to it.

Luke - a yawn

Tristan - a sneeze

Emmerson - distracted and drool

Finally you said the name of someone close to you and the baby gave a small toothless smile at you and that's how his name was picked. Levi did the same with the one he was holding and it only two him two attempts to get it. The nicknames chnsged slightly too. Your eldest son was still Kicks because that's what he did when he was excited. And your youngest was Pup. Bscause he was easily distracted, just like when a dog sees a squirrel.

Once they both were fed and asleep, Levi cuddled next to you in bed. You lazily traced little circles on his arms where the bandages were, silently asking how bad the damage was.

"A few scars and bruises, nothing too serious" he muttered. Neither of you talked about the incident other than that, not wanting to ruin the special moment. You leaned more into Levi as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

"I love you so much" Levi muttered and you smiled subconsciously as he stroked your cheek. He looked over to the two craddles.

"And I love you two just as much" he mutters quietly so that it doesn't wake them.

A few days past and Erwin came down to see you two. He got Levi's letter the day the kids were born and launched an investigation into why those people attacked you two and to ensure no one else attempted it again. Once the important things were discussed, he gave all the attention to the twins. He would hold the one you weren't holding at the moment which meant that Levi often read empty handed. He got fed up with it eventually and kicked the tall blond out who laughed at hid friend's antics.

Hanji came to see you guys once you had returned home and gotten the mess cleaned up. They had contained all of their energy and were much calmer around the tiny Ackermans. They were even hesitant to hold them and Levi was the one to persuade them into holding one. They were just too worried about upsetting the babies, though it quickly faded once they held one.

The rest of the sqaud had to wait two month, then Levi let then come and see. They were all over the moon to see two instead of just one. Armin and Sasha were the first to hold them since Levi had an undoubted favoritism to those two. And they were naturals at holding them. Eren and Miaksa were next and they both were a little awkward at first but soon got the hang of it. Connie and Jean were last and Jean had a similar reaction to Hanji. Connie had all the experiment needed and even helped to calm Kicks once he started crying.

The entire time, Levi watch and his heart fluttered with happiness. You had given him the life he never thought he would have. He had a family, one of his own blood and one of all his closest friends. You were there to help calm and guide him when things were uncertain and he couldn't have been grateful. You gave him the world and you felt the same way as you see your two sons playing with the their extended family.

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BAD HABITS

A/N : Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🎃🕯🕷🕸 This was a bit of self indulgent fic. College au based on the vampire diaries and morbius from the amazing spiderman. I've included a few dialogues from the series too. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : in a world of super soldiers, mutants and sorcerers Peter never believed in the existence of the supernatural until he met you.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Vampire! Reader

Warnings : mature content, fluff, suggestive themes, blood, biting, violence, implied smut II w.c - 13k [longest fic :')]

Mini playlist : bad habits and shivers by ed sheeran, lost by maroon 5, take my breath by the weeknd, sinners and saints by andrea wasse, beauty of the dark by mads langer, streets by doja cat, love chained by cannons

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true

My bad habits lead to you - Bad habits by Ed Sheeran

Sirens of police vans wailing in the distance could be heard as Peter aka your friendly neighborhood spider man swings across the New York skyline. Another dead body has been found completely drained of blood which makes it two for this week. 

He landed down in a dark alley and was about to take his mask off when he had an odd feeling as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. A whoosh of air blows, his heightened senses alerting of something or someone going past behind him with an inhumanly fast pace. He swiftly turns around to find no one.

“Hello? Who's there?” he called out to be met with an eerie silence. Then he heard crunching of gravel and staggering footsteps from behind as he turned around to find a woman in her early 30s stumbling out of the backdoor of the building. By her appearance she seemed to be intoxicated as she grasped on to the adjacent wall, struggling to keep herself upright.

“Ma'am are you alright?” Peter rushed to her aid wrapping an arm around her body holding her up straight on her feet. 

“Huh?” she stared at him blankly as if she was under a spell.

“Are you ok?” Peter repeated himself and this time it seemed to work as the lady blinked several times breaking out of whatever trance she was into. 

“What am I doing here?” she asked him with a look of confusion on her face. 

“Ma'am don't you remember how you got here?” Peter asked with concern in his voice.

“No” she replied, holding her head with her hand and trying to think hard. 

“It's ok ma'am you have nothing to fear. I'll help you reach your home safely” Peter assured her and took her to the nearby police station. 

After making sure the lady is being escorted home safely Peter finally swings back to his apartment. Sliding up the window he enters his room and sheds off the suit changing into his regular clothes. He walks out of his room to find May sitting on the couch, eyes trained on whatever program was showing on the TV screen. He moves to the kitchen to get some water. The running of the tap caught May’s attention. 

“Oh you’re back. How was your night patrol?” she asked, stretching her back a little strained from sitting in the same position for a long time. 

“As usual,” Peter shrugged, bringing the glass to his mouth taking a sip of the water “though I did come across this lady who seemed to be drunk but wasn't and she doesn't remember how she got there...” Peter trailed off the news telecast on the tv catching both of their attention.

“The police are saying little about this latest killing. The victim, a 33 year old male was pronounced dead on the scene in lower Manhattan” the newsreader briefed out as May and Peter’s had their eyes glued to the tv screen “authorities acknowledge possible links to two previous deaths, though they discourage talk of a possible serial killer on the loose despite the severe brutality of the deaths. Investigators have combed through hours of surveillance video but still have no leads. The police chief has appealed to anyone who may have any information about this latest death to come forward to police” 

“Another dead body? What is happening in this city? Is it a serial killer? Do you know something?” May turned to Peter with a look of worry on her face.

“I honestly have no idea but Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho examined one of the dead bodies recently and the autopsy reports came back normal. Nothing unusual except for bite marks and scratches on the body” he paused for a moment to decide if he should share any further details with her but went to tell her anyways because nothing is a bigger secret than knowing your own nephew is spider man “also this is a classified information which has been held back from the public to prevent any kind of unnecessary panic but all the dead bodies has been found to be missing two third of their blood”

“What?!” she exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Yeah the blood found on the crime scene doesn’t equate to the amount of the total volume of blood found in a normal human body it’s as if someone drank it” Peter explained which got May thinking.

“Hmmm.. blood drained bodies with bite marks sounds like a vampire to me” she tried to sound funny making Peter shake his head smiling.

“There are no vampires, May. You need to stop watching those twilight movies” he said, chuckling softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Says a 21 year old who is obsessed with star wars and legos” she quipped back at him.

“C’mon they are much better than your vampires glowing in sunlight” he said in his defence.

“Ok Obi Wan whatever you say” she joked, holding up her hands as Peter rolled his eyes. 

“By the way, your fall semester starts next week right?” she asked standing up from the couch to set the table for dinner.

“Yeah” he answered, following her to the kitchen to help her.

“You and Harry better lock all the doors and windows in the dorm at night” she advised.

“Don't worry May we'll be alright after all I'm spider man” he grinned cheekily.

🎃

The sky was clear blue, sun shining brightly bathing everything with an amber glow. It was the beginning of the fall season. The frigid air seeped through the several layers of clothing as Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, a random song playing in his earphones as he briskly walked down the sidewalk past the central park.

Reaching the gates of the Empire State university Peter let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of returning back to his usual mundane life. Life has always been a struggle for him from losing his parents to accidentally being bitten by a radioactive spider and then losing his uncle as well as Gwen. It was like some ill-fated luck that he had to go through such hardships and losses in his life. And with his current financial condition it’s the scholarship that has only made it possible for him to continue with college.

“Hey! Parker!” Harry’s voice startled Peter out of his thoughts. 

Harry Osborn was the only son of Norman Osborn, co-owner of the Oscorp industries. They have been roommates since freshman year and after spending six semesters with him the bond seems to be unbreakable. Peter has to admit if it wasn’t for Harry he couldn't have imagined how he would have got through the last three years. 

“Hey Harry, good to see you” Peter gives him a side hug.

“So how was your summer break?” he asked as they began to walk towards the science building.

“It was good. Mostly spent time at aunt May’s” he replied.

“That’s nice. I went to the Bahamas and man it was fucking awesome!” 

“Yeah I saw your instagram Harry” Peter chuckled.

“So senior year it is huh?” Harry said, exhaling a puff of air.

“Yeah,” Peter hummed in agreement.

“Why do you sound so gloomy? Cheer up man this is our last year” Harry literally shook Peter by grabbing on his shoulders “and don’t worry we’ll find you someone to get laid” he added with a wink.

Heat rose up Peter's face “I didn’t say anything like that!” 

“Yeah, yeah I know buddy” Harry grinned “see you in the cafeteria after classes” he and Peter parted ways to go to their respective classes.

Peter headed towards the biochemistry department climbing up the stairs. Upon finding his classroom he went inside and slumped down on a seat near the window. He pulled out his phone to check the time to find that there’s still a few minutes left for the class to begin. So he took out a notebook from his bag and got busy scribbling chemical formulas on it. 

Soon after the classroom was filled with shuffling of feet and the soft thuds of bags being dropped on the desks. Everyone seemed to be thrilled to meet their friends after the holidays. The room buzzed with the chatters of students accompanied by occasional loud laughter. 

Suddenly all the noise waned down to soft murmurs prompting Peter to look up his notebook as well and his gaze falls upon you standing at the doorway of the classroom. You were dressed in dark denims and a beige cable knit jumper, hair loose cascading down your shoulders. You looked inside the room filled with students curiously before making your way to the one empty seat right in front of Peter’s.

Peter doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this but his heart definitely skipped a beat just by one glance of you. A sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through his body. His muscles tensing as he felt his pupils dilating. Watching every movement of yours as you put down your books on the desk and sat down. The light and sweet smell of your perfume was intoxicating and he knew he was fucked. Never had he expected that on the first day of his senior year he would fall hard for someone.

After a few minutes the professor arrived and the class began as he went on to give his introduction followed by explaining the course for this semester. Throughout the class Peter was restless. He couldn’t give a damn to what the professor was saying ‘cause all his attention was on you. He wanted to know your name, where are you from because you don't seem to be from anywhere around here, what are you majoring in— he wanted to know it all. 

The class ended after an hour which appeared to be the longest one hour for Peter. He watched you stand up from your seat, gather your things and walk out of the class without talking to anyone. 

🎃

You recently moved from Chicago and are renting an apartment near the campus because all the dorms were full. That's what you told Emma Frost whom you befriended in your astrophysics class. A lovely and cheerful girl with icy blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She had walked up to you and introduced herself asking if you were new. To which you said yes and the rest is history. In moments you became friends it looked like you knew each other for years and did not just meet a few minutes ago. 

Emma took it upon herself to give you a tour around the campus before leading you to the cafeteria where Harry and Peter were already seated at a corner table. 

Peter saw you walk in laughing at whatever story Emma was telling you and boy he was mesmerized than he already was. Harry followed his gaze and found it to be fixed on you, a smirk growing on his face as he whispered.

“Stop staring like that you creep,” 

“What? I'm not staring!” Peter whispered back.

“Yes you are” he snickered.

“No” Peter retorted but then his heartbeat quickened when he saw you making your way towards their table with Emma.

“Hey guys! Meet my new friend Y/N” she announced with her usual cheerful voice.

Y/N, Peter repeated to himself under his breath. Such a beautiful name just like you.

“And Y/N this is Harry Osborn” she said, directing at the blonde with cerulean blue eyes. He waves at you with a smile “and this is Peter Parker” your gaze shifts to the cute guy with a mop of curly brown hair sitting beside him who gives you a timid smile in return.

“Thank you for letting me join you guys” you said, taking a seat beside Emma.

“No worries, we are all friends over here” she said.

“So Y/N what are you majoring in?” Harry asked with genuine interest.

“I’m a physics major,” you answered happily.

“Wow well Mr. Parker over here is a physics major too. And trust me he is a genius who also got to intern at the Stark industries during high school” he said, patting a hand on Peter's shoulder proudly while Peter gives a strained smile not at all liking Harry exaggerating about him.

“Oh that's cool!” you said amused.

Just then another guy of short height dropped in and hit the back of Peter's head playfully “Sup dickwad!” Peter whispered a small ‘ow’ and looked up at him with a scowl on his face. 

“Oh who's this gorgeous lady?” his gaze shifted towards you.

“Don’t even try Eugene,” Emma warned. 

“What? Can I not know her name? And stop calling me that!” he scowled.

“Well isn't that your name Eugene?” Emma teased grinning particularly emphasizing on his name which made him roll his eyes while others laughed.

“It's Y/N, Y/N Salvatore” you said politely with a smile.

“Cool! Welcome to the ESU Y/N. and call me Flash” he said with a wink “so you guys coming to the kegger tonight right? Johnny said it’s gonna be dope”

“Yes!” Harry and Emma shouted unanimously.

“Uh...I don’t know if I should—” you said reluctantly.

“Oh you should. Our fraternity throws the best parties on campus” Flash insisted.

“Hey by the way, is Felicia coming?” Harry piped in.

“She’s not into you Harry. Let it go already” Emma taunted.

“Shut your mouth, frosty! As if you aren’t after Johnny Storm” he retorted as her cheeks turned pink flustered.

“Parker, maybe you should give this a pass since Brad will be there” Flash said with a grin to which Peter tensed up a little.

“Stop bugging him, Flash!” Emma threw a lettuce from her salad at him and he ducks away, chuckling.

“Who’s Brad?” you turned to Emma curiously.

“Oh he’s just a quarterback of the college football team” she said with a shrug.

“And the new boyfriend of MJ, Peter’s ex” Flash added and Peter wished he could somehow disappear from there. Because talking about first impressions in front of the girl you're completely whipped at first glance he is now some kind of a loser who is still moping about his ex— which he is not by the way as the breakup was completely mutual from both sides.

“Yes and my boy is already over her so shut it Flash!” Harry told him off.

“Ok man whatever you say?” Flash held up his hands in the air casually. 

You continued to eat your lunch while talking about your interests, feeling already welcome in their group as Emma and Harry shared their own fun experiences they had for the past three years. Occasionally your eyes fleeting towards Peter who chose not to take part actively in the conversation instead stayed silent. At one moment you caught him stealing a glance at you but he was quick to look away embarrassed. After you left with Emma finishing your lunch Peter finally turns to Harry.

“What the hell were you trying to do a while ago?” he hissed at him.

“What? I was just helping my very single best friend to get the girl he fell in love at first sight” 

“I didn't fall in love with her,” Peter grumbled.

Harry gasped pretending to be relieved “Oh thank god I really thought you were going to leave me for her” he chuckled as Peter shook his head.

🎃

The party was in full swing, take my breath was playing as the music blared from the boomboxes. After a lot of nagging from Emma you finally said yes to go to the party. She introduced you to a lot of new people from the university including the infamous Johnny Storm apparently on whom Emma had a crush. He was a tall, handsome blonde with greenish-blue eyes and a huge flirt as he did try to hit upon you before Emma dragged him away to dance with her.

Peter had no interest in coming to the party but as always Harry was adamant and dragged him to the frat house. Now he is standing at a corner with a red solo cup in hand half filled with some cheap beer as he watches Harry try his best to woo Felicia Hardy the cheerleading captain of the varsity football team.

You on the other hand have lost sight of Emma as you were looking for her in the crowd and saw Peter standing at a corner alone. You pushed your way through the crowd towards him. Peter suddenly felt all jittery when he saw you approaching him.

“Hey, you’re Peter right?!” you raised your voice so that he can hear you above the loud music.  

“Yeah!” he replied, raising his voice too.

“Have you seen Emma?!” you asked him further.

“No!”

“Oh! I can’t find her either” you said and stood alongside each other in an awkward silence for a moment before Peter finally mustered up some courage.

“You wanna go outside?! It’s pretty loud in here!” he suggested, feeling a bit unsure still hoping you would agree.

“Yeah sure!”

Peter felt a slight relief and happily led you out of the frat house to the lawn.

“Oof it was so loud in there isn't it?” you let out a sigh of relief “I thought my head would blow up with all that noise”

“I know, right?” Peter agreed. Ever since he has gained his heightened senses Peter dreaded parties, the already loud music would be amplified for him a thousand times more. But he could never explain that to anyone.

The air was cold outside but the proximity he was standing next to you had him sweating out of nervousness as he took a large gulp of beer from the plastic cup in his hand.

“So what made you choose physics? Girls are not much interested in this particular field as far as I know” He asked, trying to break the ice.

It made you chuckle lightly. “Ah well I'm actually interested in the theoretical part mostly related to dark matter and stuff. What about you?”

“Well I'm more inclined to its applications. I like to build stuff specially after working under Mr. Stark it piqued my interest”

Your eyes went wide amused. “You worked with the Tony Stark?!”

“Yeah,” he said shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

“No way! Tell me more about it please!”

Peter felt he was some kind of superhero — which he already was but not everybody knows about it. And seeing the admiration for him in your eyes just boosted his confidence as he went on to talk about his experience of working under Tony, meeting the avengers while you listened to him with undivided attention.

You had almost lost track of time when you looked down at your watch “Sorry I’ve to leave now, it's quite late already”

“Yeah sure. I can walk you if you want,” he offered.

“Thank you but I live in an apartment off the campus” you said with a smile “listen if you don’t mind, can I’ve your number?”

Peter was somewhat taken aback in surprise “My number?”

“Yeah. You  are the only one I know from the physics department so I thought you know maybe—”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” he said quickly. You smiled and handed him your phone as he eagerly typed in his number.

“I’ll text you” you said taking back your phone and walked out of the lawn.

Peter stood there with a boyish smile on his face. You’ll text him that whole thing made him feel giddy as if he was back to being a teenager in high school.

🎃

Getting back to your apartment you switched on the lights of the living room and you let out a startled gasp as you were met with a familiar face.

“Nice apartment you got yourself” she commented taking a light stroll around the room examining an antique vase kept on a shelf.

“What are you doing here?” you gritted under your teeth.

“Haww is that how you treat your best friend?” she feigned innocence.

“Best friend?! This is all your fault Rebecca!” you snapped out at her.

“Oh c'mon stop whining. You should be thankful because for me you’re now stronger and faster than any other creature in this world or else you would have been dying in some hospital bed with your pathetic sickle cell anemia” she gloated with her usual smugness.

“Dying would have been a much better option rather than living with this insatiable hunger. I've turned into a blood sucking monster!” you said with a tone of accusation.

When you were 10 your parents found out you are suffering from a rare genetic blood disease with no cure. It restricted you to stay indoors mostly as a small cut will become fatal for you which began to hamper with your career prospects as well.

You were desperate to get rid of this condition and then one day Rebecca persuaded you to volunteer as a test subject to Dr. Morbius’ experiment to find a cure for rare blood diseases which led to you gaining your vampire abilities along with immense bloodlust and since then you’ve blamed her for your miserable condition.

“And now when I’m trying to live a normal life you want to ruin that too” you added.

“The HYDRA is still after us Y/N and I’m just looking out for you” her tone softened as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah by killing people that’s very thoughtful of you” you deadpanned.

“Hey as per our pact with Morbius we are supposed to feed on people who are guilty of some crime and moreover I haven't killed anyone those were the rogue vampires HYDRA created”

“But still you can’t continue feeding on humans anymore Becca.” you said “There’s already rumors going around and people are getting suspicious”

“By people you mean to say the nerdy dude in your class with spider powers right?”

“No”

“You really think he’s gonna be there for you after knowing the truth?” she said with disdain in her voice.

“Don’t try to make this about me” you snapped.

“We both know Y/N the closest you ever could get to humanity is ripping open that vein and feed on it” she whispered into your ear darkly.

“That will never happen”

“We will see” a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. You blinked and she was gone, disappearing into thin air.

This is the third time you have moved across cities and honestly you're tired of running for your life. After Dr. Morbius refused to hand over the serum of vampirism to the HYDRA by destroying the last of the vials they have been trying to replicate it and combine it with the super soldier serum with no success. Most of their test subjects end up dying due to non compatibility or lack half of the abilities you or Rebecca possessed. Moreover, their physical appearances change from human to more bat-like.

That is why they want to capture both of you and extract the serum from your blood. For the last three years you have managed to escape them with the help of Dr. Morbius due to his vast connections in the science community helping you change colleges without any hassle but you don’t know how long this setup is going to work.

Tired, you went to your room and sat on your bed exhaling deeply. You unlocked your phone and saw Peter’s name in your contacts. You hover your finger over it thinking if you should text him or not but eventually end up texting him.

Y : Hey it's Y/N

He replied instantly.

P : Hi

Y : Do I need to prepare anything for tomorrow's class? A head start would be really nice. Want to make a good impression hehe

P : Don’t worry you're good

Y : Oh ok thanks

Y : See you tomorrow in class then. goodnight :)

Should he add a heart emoji with his reply? he thought. No, no you might think how desperate he is so he settled in keeping it simple.

P : goodnight :)

🎃

And all of a sudden life wasn’t as boring as it used to be for Peter. He found the utmost joy to help you through the curriculum and share notes. He now looks forward to attending classes to spend some time with you, to see you laugh at his silly science puns or just to look at your beautiful face.

Weeks go by just like that with stolen glances and subtle touches as you enjoy each other's company. The tension was evident between you two but none of you could muster up the courage to say it out loud.

“So how’s it going on with Y/N?” Harry asked one day as he and Peter walked back to their dorms.

“It’s going fine, we have been talking after classes,” Peter replied with an impish glee, scratching the back of his head.

“Talking?” Harry gave him an incredulous look totally disappointed with his best friend “dude you should be done with second base by now”

“Relax we are just taking things slow that’s it” Peter huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah sure until she gets bored and finds someone new” he quipped, making Peter stop in his tracks and give him an unamused look “don’t look at me like that. Girls always expect guys to make the first move” Harry added and Peter hung his head low with a sigh.

“I don’t know man, she is a bit closed and reserved. I don’t even know whether she likes me or not”

“Even better reason to spend time with her” Harry pointed out “Bro trust me I’ve seen the way she looks at you don’t mess this one up or else I’ll be the only option left for you” Harry joked puckering his lips.

“Fuck off dude!” Peter shoved him with his elbow playfully.

Later at night Peter was lying on his bed after returning from his night patrol thinking about what Harry told him earlier during the day. And he was right.

He likes you and all the time you have spent together he is this much sure that you like him too at least that’s what he hopes. So he finally decides that tomorrow is going to take the brave step and ask you out. And with that thought he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep instantly.

A flutter of wind blew by after sometime as you appeared in Peter’s room. You would be lying if you said you knew why you were there yet every night you find yourself in his room. Peter was somewhat peacefully asleep and you wondered what he was dreaming about. A shaft of moonlight, beaming through the curtain illuminated the room dimly.

You remember the night you met for the first time in the dark alley two months ago. Rebecca had pulled you out of your bed at some ungodly hour because she had to feed. You never fed on humans but accompanied her to clear up her mess so that no evidence is left that might blow your cover.

“C’mon now Y/N I know how much you want this. Just have a taste” she lured you, retracting her fangs from the neck of the woman who was barely conscious under your compulsion.

“Stop fooling around and get done with it already!” you said with slight irritation in your voice.

“Well suit yourself” she shrugged and went to sink her teeth again.

That's when Peter interrupted after he saw the woman being forcefully held hostage by you both.

“Hey let her go!” he yelled as you both turned around letting out a snarl. Though you couldn’t see his face behind the mask, you were sure he was shocked to his bones.

Peter couldn’t believe his eyes. In his short span of life he was bitten by a radioactive spider, met super soldiers, assassins, sorcerers, fought aliens but vampires? Is that even possible? He didn’t have much time to ponder about it because he needs to save the lady first. But before he could do anything you vamp speeded and grabbed his throat slamming him against the wall.

“Please let her go, she is innocent” he said calmly.

It was something about his voice that was so calm and soothing as if he was directly talking to the part of you which was still human. Even though his own life was in danger he was thinking about saving the woman first. Then you did the unexpected.

Reaching out your hand you pulled the mask off his face. And swear to god you’d never expected such a handsome face underneath. Your eyes trailed across soft yet firm features. His warm honey brown eyes, slightly crooked nose, that one unruly eyebrow with light freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. His brown curls fluffy and messy due to the mask falling over his face.

“I don’t know what you are but you don’t have to do this” he said softly. He wasn’t fighting you as if he knew you aren’t going to hurt him or anyone willingly.

Your expression softened “Don’t worry we won’t harm her or you” you said loosening your grip around his throat “Just look at me”

You hate to do this, you don’t want him to forget about this night but you also don’t want him to remember this monstrous side of yours. You stared into his eyes with great intensity. Your pupils dilated as Peter looks at you mesmerized.

“You are going to forget about all of this. You found this woman intoxicated in your night patrol and helped her get home safely that's all you will remember”  

Peter nodded and put on his mask as you and Rebecca disappeared from there. That night you returned falling head over heels for a beautiful stranger whom might never meet again. But then you saw him in your biochemistry class and you knew you were meant to cross paths for a reason. Be it coincidence or some twisted fate he was the anchor to your humanity. 

With this undying thirst you’re one step away from giving in and turning into the monster you’ve trying to suppress. You were a lost soul, broken beyond repair until you met him. He is your safe haven that makes you feel alive again.  

You studied his sleeping face as you reached out a hand. How many times you had wished to grab his face and kiss him but couldn’t. Peter stirred in his sleep as you pulled back your hand to snap yourself out of those thoughts and reluctantly disappeared from his room.

🎃

Last week Dr. Kissick partnered you with Peter for a project and both of you were thrilled to be working together. You had to centrifuge a few samples today. Peter prepared the solutions quickly and handed them to you so that you could pipette them out. Your hand touched his for a moment and being the nervous wreck he was, the beaker slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor shattering into pieces.

“Oh shit! It’s my fault” he crouched down quickly and started picking up the glass pieces when a particular sharp piece pierced his skin forming a big cut across his palm as blood gushed out from it. 

“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. 

“Are you ok?” you kneeled down worried and the sight of blood made you squeamish. You quickly turned to look away but the sweet scent of his blood, wafting through your nostrils made your mouth run dry. Your eyes grow wide in euphoric pleasure at the coppery taste. The taste of blood. You could hear people’s hearts beating louder. Their blood pumping through their veins, hunger starting to take over you slowly.

“Sorry... I've hemophobia here... take this” you stuttered as you handed over your napkin shakily. 

“Hey your eyes,” Peter's brows drew together as your eyes appeared darker than usual to him. You quickly turned your face again and blinked your eyes to make the veins disappear.

“What’s with my eyes?” you asked, pretending to be clueless. 

“They…. looked different” he told with a look of confusion.

“They’re perfectly fine. Here let me tie that for you” you took his hand in yours and tied your napkin securing his wound.

“You should get it cleaned and bandaged. We can carry on with this tomorrow”

Now how does he say to you that due to his super healing he has already started to heal and maybe the cut has already disappeared by now but he nods instead.

“Um, so ah, do you wanna, uh… I don’t know um…” Peter fumbled.

“Wanna what?”

“I don’t know maybe just uh..” he paused “we could at least work on the theoretical portion of the experiment”

“Yeah sure” you said quickly.

“Ok… so where do—” he was fiddling with his hands nervously.

“My place at six” you answered before he could finish his question.

🎃

Hearing the doorbell you rushed to open the door though you had sensed the moment he stepped in the building. Peter stood there in one of his checked flannel shirts that he used to wear over his science pun t-shirts. A soft smile etched on his lips as he gave you a small “Hey” 

“Hi… come in” you said breathily and stepped aside to let him in. “Sorry it's a little messy”

“What? If this is messy you should drop by our dorm sometime” he chuckled looking around your apartment. It was cozy with minimal decoration and had two bedrooms with a kitchen though one of the bedrooms is locked he noticed. “So you live alone?” 

“Yeah for now. I'm looking for a roommate though” you said “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable”

He sat down on the couch keeping his backpack on the side.

“By the way how is your hand?” you asked. 

“Oh it’s fine I told you it was a minor scratch see?” He showed you his palm which had a very faint line of the cut “All healed.”

“That's good. So I had already started off a little bit with the data we had collected earlier in class. I think we should just directly get into it” you proposed.

“Yeah sure” he nodded.

You set down your notebooks on the coffee table and sat down beside him. You began brainstorming ideas to incorporate in your project as you simultaneously took notes. Peter watched you scribble in the notebook completely focused with your brows drawn together. A stray strand of hair falling in front of your face as Peter resisted the urge to reach out his hand and brush it off.

He finally takes in your appearance. You were more casually dressed in a plain t-shirt and sweat shorts exposing a good amount of your legs up to your thighs. Perversely Peter wanted to run his hands across them and feel your soft skin but he had to shake those thoughts off. It’s a rush of dopamine, serotonins, oxytocin and endorphins which makes it hard for him to think straight around you. He just wants to kiss you, hold you close and feel every inch of you. You had a certain kind of hold over his mind and body that he cannot explain. 

Peter falls silent, lost in his own thoughts which makes you finally look up at him to find his gaze fixed on you. 

“What? What is it?” your hand reached up to your face. 

“Huh?” he blinked, owlishly shaken out of his daze. 

“Is something there on my face?” you asked. 

Peter had no idea what came over him as he leaned over pressing his lips on yours then to pull back quickly as you sat there frozen with wide eyes being caught off guard.

“I'm so sorry, so sorry I didn't mean to do that. I don't know what came into me. It's just you are so pretty and I kinda like you, like a lot actually since the first day we met. And I can't stop thinking about you” he rambled before pausing as he realized how inappropriate it sounded “wait that's not what I meant” 

“Peter” you touched his face gently, pressing your lips on his lips for a long chaste kiss “I like you too” and now it was his turn to be surprised. 

Peter had always imagined this particular moment in his head a number of times. Of how he would confess his feelings to you hoping you’d tell him that you felt the same way for him too. He’d then kiss you so passionately leaving you breathless. He would show you how much he loved you. But now that you finally said what he wanted to hear he feels paralysed thinking this might be a dream after all. But the feeling of your warm hand still resting on his face tells him otherwise.

“You do?” he asked, still in disbelief.

“Mmhm” you nodded “I have always liked you Peter since the day we met but then I heard about Gwen and MJ so I thought you weren't interested in a relationship or me” 

Peter scooted closer to you and cupped your face with his large calloused palms.

“God no. Y/N, you don't know you make me feel things” his soft brown eyes gazing into yours “I don’t know what it is but I always felt some kind of connection with you even if you weren’t around me I could feel you. And I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. I love you Y/N. I-I” 

You didn’t even let him finish as your hand winded around the back of his neck and pulled him closer crashing your lips into his. His one hand cradles the side of your face while the other slides down to your waist, pulling you on his lap as you sit astride. Your fingers thread through his brown curls as you kiss him deeply. His tongue traced your lips and you moaned quietly letting it slip past your lips to explore your mouth.

Peter’s grip on your waist grew tighter as you grind your hips harder, feeling him grow under you. Arousal pools between your legs, the rough texture of denim jeans rubbing against your core through your thin shorts felt exquisite. His lips trails down your jaw and collarbone. You tilted your head back further, his hot mouth against your skin made goosebumps rise on your body. 

Your head dropped in the crook of his neck when he nipped at the pulse point behind your ear. You were slowly losing control over yourself. You could feel the blood under his warm pale skin...pulsating, flowing. The carotid artery...right there. If you puncture it just right, you can control the blood flow. Takes practice, but it doesn't have to make a mess. You don't have to waste any. One sink of your teeth in it and you could have a taste of that sweet elixir. You were quick to shake yourself from those thoughts and gently nibbled on his skin.

Peter groaned, simply not able to get enough of you. His hands wander all over your body as he continues kissing down your neck. You softly moan his name and God was that sound better than he dreamed. There is so much more he wants to do to you but he knows he must go slow, he wants to savor each and every moment engraving in his memory. 

After the hot frenzied kiss, your kisses turned slow, soft and sweet. You wanted to feel more of him as you rolled your hips moaning softly.

“Y/N if you continue doing this I don’t think I could hold back anymore” Peter murmured against your lips breathless. 

“And I don't want you to hold back,” you said with hooded eyes, equally breathless. 

“Fuck” he rasped, lifting you off the couch effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to your bedroom. 

You wake up the next morning staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You glance over to your side and there he is looking ethereal as the sunlight streams through the small opening of the curtains falling over his face. Peter looked so calm that you could watch him all day. His usually well-kept brown locks were a mess. His mouth is slightly parted as he lets out soft snores. He’s laying on his stomach with one hand snuck underneath the pillow, the other lazily wrapped around you.

The feeling of his warm skin against yours brings back all the memories of last night. It was slow, soft and sweet. From beginning to end. You’d imagine it a lot of times in your head but it turned out to be much better than your imagination. He was slow and gentle, taking his sweet time knowing you and your body. His lips explored your body as your hands explored his.

You try to remember how he felt, how he held you close as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. It sent tingles all over your body as you tried to remember it all but that one moment of pure bliss. You remember gazing into his eyes while he was deep inside you. And the only thing you saw was pure love and adoration he had for you. Your moans and whimpers were music to his ears as he drew pleasure out of your body. His own grunts and low hums filling the room as you fell into his arms finally exhausted.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too” you had whispered him back drifting off to sleep.

It was something you’ve never experienced before. Something you never thought you would experience.

After sometime you watch him stir in his sleep and flutter his eyes open, a smile instantly spreading across his face.

“Hi” he said in his deep morning voice 

“Hi” you said, smiling back at him.

“You look even more beautiful in the morning” he said gently tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“Shut up” you blushed “we need to get up or we will be late for our classes today”

“I don’t wanna go,” he said, wrapping his hands around pulling you closer “this is better. Let’s stay like this all day”

“Not happening mister you’ve to finish the project the deadline is this week” you reminded him. He lets out a small huff in protest nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You stayed like that for a while soaking in the moment before getting ready for your classes.

Later in the day you were sitting at the cafeteria with Emma as Flash went on and on about. Peter leaned down to place a light peck on your lips as you scooted aside to make space for him. 

“You finally grew some balls Parker!” Flash pats his back with a grin.

“You guys knew?” You asked them a little surprised

“Hate to break it to you honey” Emma said “but you guys weren't quite subtle”

“You should have seen the morning glow on his face today” Harry grinned widely “you finally stole my boyfriend Y/N”

You and Peter looked away shyly feeling your face heat up.

“Well we are happy for both of you at least we don't have to listen to Peter moping about how much he likes you” Emma snickered before changing the topic “Okay now let's talk about the most important matter on hand that is this week’s Halloween party. So who are we dressing up as this year?” 

“Witches and warlocks,” Flash said.

“We already did that”

“How about vampires? We can go dressed as the characters from the movie buffy the vampire slayer” Harry suggested.

“Not bad idea” Emma perked up “You know I was always curious to know how it feels to be a vampire in the living world and controlling your bloodlust” 

“Oh you wouldn't want to know that” you mumbled under your breath sarcastically but Emma caught it.

“Huh you said something?” 

“No, nothing. I think it's a great idea we should totally go as vampires” 

🎃

If Peter knew what he was going up against he would have considered calling for backup but it's too late now. Earlier during his night patrol Peter saw one man seizing a guy as another man punched him in his guts. He was quick to intervene, webbing the three muggers as the guy who was getting beaten up ran away as soon as he got the chance.

But Peter didn’t expect that was coming next as he saw the two men in front of him ripped away his webbing as they let out an animalistic growl baring their teeth. Their canines are ridiculously long and sharp along with their inhuman reflexes. He is so baffled by it that he didn’t see the fist being hurled straight to his face hitting squarely at his nose. 

He falls flat head hitting the rough ground as blood rushes out of his nose. Those men assumed he was unconscious as they talked in low whispers when another man arrived informing “We couldn't find Y/N Salvatore” 

They were looking for you but why were they looking for you? And what do they have to do with you? As these questions revolved in his head Peter decided to swing by your apartment at this hour in the night. He doesn’t care if has to reveal his identity to you which he has been meaning to tell you for a while now but he needs to make sure you are safe first. He laid there without moving a muscle until they left. 

He hangs down your window to find your room empty. The lights were off too. You were not at home which he found strange since it was so late at night. And then something caught his eyes. As if someone was moving in the living room. 

Peter slid up the window and stepped inside your apartment. He took off his mask and tiptoed to the living room but there was no one then he noticed the door of your spare bedroom open. He walked inside cautiously to find a huge freezer stacked with blood bags of different blood groups. He picks up one bag as he wracked his brain wondering what are you storing blood bags for.

“Hello bug-boy” 

Peter is startled by Rebecca's voice as he drops the blood bag and turns around to find her smiling at him crookedly.

“You are not Y/N. Who are you and what are you doing in her apartment?” 

Peter was about to press his web shooters on his wrists but before he could do that Rebecca vamp speeded her way and grabbed him by his throat and slammed him against the wall.

“Wha-what are you?” Peter’s words came out choked.

“Ah those same old questions, who are you? What are you? Why are you doing this?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically

“Well you see I'm a vampire and so does your precious Y/N. We’re the predatory species. We enjoy the hunt, the feed and the kill. And when the guilt gets too bad... we switch off our humanity and revel in it”

"What?" none of it registered with Peter as he looked at her even more confused. He grabbed on her hand to loosen her iron like grip but it was all in vain as she grinned baring her sharp white fangs.

“I’ve never tasted a spider’s blood, it would be fun you know” she licked the side of his face and was about to puncture his skin with her teeth. Just then you burst into your apartment your eyes going wide in shock at the scene in front of you.

“Rebecca!” You yelled vamp speeding towards her and snapped her neck. Her limp body collapsed on the floor with a thud as you ran your hands all over Peter’s body to make sure he was unharmed.

“Oh my god Peter, are you ok?”

“Y/N! What-what did you do?!” He was visibly panicking.

“Peter, she will be fine, just relax ok?” 

“Relax? You-you just snapped her neck Y/N how can I relax? And-and how did you move so fast. And why are you storing blood bags?!” he rambled.

You took a deep breath realizing that it's time you told everything to him “Peter, we need to talk. Can we just sit down please?” 

“No Y/N. First I need to know what's going on? Who is this woman?” 

“She's my friend and whatever you saw and heard everything is true”

“What do you mean?”

“Peter, everything you know… and every belief you have is about to change. Are you ready for that? I’m not what I appear”

His eyebrows draw together in a frown “What are you saying? I don’t understand a thing”

“You will,” you said softly. Your eyes grew darker as dark veins appeared across your face. Your lips parted revealing a set of long, sharp fangs. Peter’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets in shock and disbelief. 

“I can't believe this. This is impossible”

“This is what it is,” you said calmly.

“How? When?”

You both sat down on the couch. Peter listened to you patiently as you told him each and everything without leaving any minute detail. After knowing everything you had expected him to be angry with you for lying to him but he did the complete opposite. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of this” he said, placing his hand over yours gently.

“It’s ok I’ve made peace with this life a longtime ago”

“So all those dead bodies?”

“It wasn't us, I swear we don’t kill people. Those were the new vampires the HYDRA created but due to their faulty serum they turn into savages and lose control over themselves killing anyone on sight”

All of a sudden Peter starts laughing and you look at him confused.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing it’s just funny how I had pictured in my mind about you reacting to me showing up in my spiderman suit and I would have to make you understand but instead you’re the one who surprised me”

“That’s natural, it’s not everyday you get to see a living vampire” you snickered “Plus I knew who you were from the beginning”

“You knew I was spiderman?! How?” and yet another surprise for him.

“Well it wasn’t at the university you first saw me. We’ve met before but I compelled you to forget” you winced a little.

“Compel? You mean hypnotize?”

“Yeah, sort of. Just look into my eyes ok?” Peter nodded looking straight into your eyes and watched your pupils dilate “remember” you uttered. 

It felt like a heavy fog was lifted from a part of his memories as everything started coming back again. It was the night he helped that woman in the alley who couldn’t remember how she got there in the first place. He remembers seeing Rebecca with her arm wrapped around the woman’s neck as she sank her pointed teeth on her neck then he interrupted you as you grabbed him by his throat and slammed on the wall. 

“I'm sorry I hid it from you and erased your memories. I understand if you don't want to be in this relationship anymore and want to break up” you mumbled glancing at your hands on your lap.

Peter shushes you, placing a finger on your lips “You talk too much you know that?” 

“But Peter?” 

“I don't care if you are a human or a vampire. I mean look at me I’m a kind of mutant myself.” he cradles your face with his hands “I loved you for the person you are Y/N and nothing is going to stop me from loving you any more”

“Thank you Peter” you sniffled kissing him softly.

“I could have given you my blood to cure your wounds but you already have super healing” you said.

“Your blood can cure wounds?!” he raises his eyebrows amused.

“Yeah and also turn into a vampire if you die with it in your system” you shrugged.

🎃

“As long as I keep a healthy diet and blood in my system...my body functions pretty normal”

You wished you had rather compelled Peter to forget everything again because his curiosity knew no bounds as he badgers you with hundreds of questions.

“But how can you walk in the sun?” he asked as you walked down the sidewalk out of your apartment.

“I'm a mutated human with vampirism not a vampire from twilight or any other American tv show Peter” you said entering a bodega across the street. Last night you hadn’t much to eat after all the chaos and now you were starving. You picked up garlic bread from the rack and ripped the wrapper open to eat. 

“Aren’t vampires not supposed to eat garlic?” Peter pointed out while he picked up a packet of doritos and mint flavored gum for himself.

“If I have to give up eating garlic bread I would rather prefer to put a stake through my heart myself instead” you joked.

“So garlic isn't deadly for you?”

“No Peter and neither is holy water nor vervain”

You walked to the counter as Peter paid his bill. 

“Miss you need to pay for that too” the man behind the counter told you pointing at the half eaten bread in your hand.

“Watch this” you gave a sly wink to Peter.

“I’m not going to pay for this, instead you’ll be giving me another one for free,” you said, staring deeply into the man’s eyes as he nodded and handed you another packet. 

“Thank you” you said sweetly and walked out of the store with Peter behind you.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said warily.

“What? He willingly gave this to me” you laughed “C’mon bug boy let’s see who reaches at the top first” you said pointing at the tall building ahead of you.

“Y/N wait” he whisper yelled looking around nervously to check if anyone was around and then cast a web to swing up the building.

“Too slow” you teased standing at the top of the building.

“Well not everybody can alter minds if they are caught jumping across buildings by people” he grimaced.

“Yeah that’s true” you sat on the edge of the building with Peter to finish eating.

“Ok last question. Hypothetically speaking if you were to have a child will it be part vampire?”

“Mhmm” you shook your head “vampires can’t procreate but you’d love to try” you winked mischievously. You swallowed the last bite and stood up, spreading your arms wide diving off the terrace into a free fall. “See you in class!” 

“Y/N no!” Peter shrieked before heaving a sigh of relief when you landed on your feet unharmed.

After telling the truth to Peter you were feeling a lot lighter. It unleashed the carefree side of yours where you don’t have to hide anything, not at least around him. For the first time you are actually enjoying your powers.

Later in class you reached out for your water bottle to have your hourly fill as prof Ballinger went on with his lecture. You took a sip and instantly spit it back inside the bottle due to the weird taste. 

“Pomegranate juice?” you frowned partly annoyed partly worried because you need to feed unless you want to turn into a blood sucking rage monster in the middle of the classroom. 

Peter was sitting beside you as he sensed your restlessness and then noticed dark veins appearing below your eyes. 

“Y/N your eyes” he whispered “is everything ok?”

“No I’m hungry” 

“I have a granola bar if you want” he offered as you fixed him with a are you being serious? look and Peter was quick to realize what you actually meant by being hungry.

“It's ok Y/N you don't have to be upset” he said sympathetically not knowing what he should be doing exactly to help you.

“I'm not sad! I'm just freaking hungry!” you hissed at him.

“Ok, ok calm down” he said when an idea struck his mind as he brought his wrist near your mouth “you can—” 

Your eyes grew wide realizing what Peter was suggesting.

“No Peter no. I’m not feeding on you or anyone. I just need to get out of here as soon as possible”

There were fifteen minutes left for the class to end and every minute felt like eons. As soon as the lecture ended you sprinted out of the classroom with Peter running behind you. You ran to the backside of the university so that nobody would see you leaving in that state.

“Shall I come with you?” Peter said worriedly.

“No it's fine you can go back” 

And as you were about to jump across the boundary wall you heard Rebecca.

“Looking for this?” 

You turned around to see her standing with a wide grin on her face and a blood bag in her hand. 

“You!” you growled and went to snatch it from her “Give that to me!”

“Ah ah not so fast” she laughed enjoying your misery “You’re really stubborn. You’d die out of thirst but would never feed”

“Why are you doing this to me?!” 

“Bitch you snapped my neck last night!” she snapped at you angrily.

“You were going to kill Peter!” you snapped back at her.

“No I wasn’t. I just wanted to have a little taste. He looks sooo yummy. ugh!  How do you even control yourself around him?”

“Stay away from him this is the last time I’m warning you” you glared at her.

“Okay. Don’t have to get all possessive he’s not even my type” 

“Well I’m glad to hear that now give me that. Now give me that!” you snatched the blood bag. 

“The HYDRA are closing in” she said with a serious tone “They know our location it’s better we leave this place”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“What? Are you out of your mind?!”

“No Becca. I had enough of this constantly hiding and running away”    

“Do whatever you want but I'm getting out of here”

“Yeah do what you're best at running away and hiding but I ain't leaving” you chided “C'mon Peter”  

You turned on your heels and strided back to the college building. But Peter wasn’t quite done yet as he turned to Rebecca.

“How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything you've done?” he said crossing his arms across his chest.

“And how can you be so brave and stupid calling a vampire arrogant and glib?” she quipped, narrowing her eyes. 

Peter’s brows draw in a frown slightly offended “If you'd wanted me dead I'd be dead” 

“Yes I would” 

“But I'm not”

“Yet” she sassed as Peter raised his eyebrows stunned.

“God knows what she sees in you” she muttered walking past him giving him a sidelong glance and then disappeared. 

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It was the night of Halloween. You made your way to the frat house to find Peter waiting outside for you outside as angel from buffy the vampire slayer in all black t-shirt and jeans with a leather jacket totally not his style, pretty sure Harry helped him but he looked good. 

“You would make a really cute vampire” you approached him with a cheeky grin.

“Haha very funny” he scowled. You were dressed as Drusela in a red gothic maxi dress with a macabre choker but then Peter noticed something missing in your costume “where are your fangs Dru?” he teased.

“Sweetie, why would I wear those fake plastic fangs when I got the real ones?” you grinned as Peter gave an amused look when your fangs lengthened out.

Streets was playing when you stepped inside the house. The music thuds out through the open doors, as well as streaks of neon red light and artificial smoke. 

You spot Harry and Emma near the kitchen filling up their red solo cups with the spiked red punch. As decided, Harry was dressed as Spike and Emma as Darla.

“Finally you showed up! We were waiting for you guys” she said, handing you and Peter a glass. Your fangs did not miss her keen eyes “wow those fangs look so real”

“Yeah got them on ebay this was the last piece” you lied as Peter stifled a grin.

“Cool! Ok Let’s dance now” she dragged you both to the dance floor. Though you know the real reason for her over enthusiasm was Johnny Storm. Harry spots Felicia in a sexy black catsuit and beelines his way towards her to try out his luck.

After sometime the speakers switch to something slower and sexier, with a playful, insistent beat. 

Love chained by cannons playing

Tell me, baby, things will never change Yet I know the truth, honey, nothing stays the same I can feel you pulsing through my veins Just wrap me up, I'm going down in love chained

Peter pulled you into his arms, putting your hands around his neck and his large, warm hands on my hips. He easily pulls you into a rhythm. It was kind of surprising to see his confident side, him taking control and honestly you were loving it.

“I like your fangs,” Peter tells you gazing into your eyes.

“Really?” you raised your brows.

“Yeah they make you look even more sexy”

“Hmm I think someone here has a bite kink” your lips curl to a smirk.

“And I’ve no shame in admitting that” he said in a husky voice. His grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer to his body.

Baby, it's true Send all your love to me I dream a dream for me

You dance for hours completely wrapped up in each other, tireless as you don't want this moment to end. Your eyes wander around the room. 

Emma and Johnny are still dancing, though Emma seems tipsy so it looks more like swaying, with Johnny half holding her up. Felicia and Harry have disappeared and you perfectly know where. Flash is passed out on the couch with other half-drunk students. Slowly the party winded up as everyone started to head back to their dorms.

“I think I’ll head out, too,” you said to Peter.

“Can I at least walk you out of the campus?” he asked as you gave him a small nod, smiling.

The night air was crisp and windless. Only a few lights shine out from the buildings and dorms on campus. A blanket of stars overhead glitter in the dense night sky.

“I enjoyed tonight” Peter said, lacing his hand with yours as you walked side by side.

You glanced up at him smiling “yeah me too. Felt like a normal human after a long time”

“Text me when you reach home,” Peter said reaching at the campus gates.

“I will” you nodded and parted with a kiss.

You walked down the street and turned towards your neighborhood. And a sudden paranoia hits you, your skin feeling prickly. Maybe it’s just the alcohol, but you think you heard footsteps behind you. They seem a little too quick, like the person is trying to catch up to you. 

Pausing at a corner, you sneaked a glance over your shoulder and saw the outline of a tall, broad man about a hundred yards back. He’s wearing a sweatshirt, hands stuffed in the pockets and hood pulled up. You picked up your pace and decided to take a detour to get them off your back. But later you got the idea to catch your stalker instead. So you hid in a narrow alley and as the man became visible you grabbed him from the back.

“You really think you’re way too smart. That I won’t know about you following me” you gritted under your teeth winding your arm around his neck in a headlock.

He clawed on your hands trying to get himself free but you were stronger and faster than him anyways.

“They are here to catch you. You can’t run anymore” he choked out.

“Who?” you barked and then you felt something prick on the side of your neck.

A sudden sharp wave of pain ripples through your body and you drop on the gravelly road. The sedative started to show it’s effect making you feel light headed as the world around you started to fade into darkness. Your eyes felt heavy, vision going hazy as you caught a glimpse of your attacker before you fell unconscious. HYDRA.

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Peter found it strange when you didn’t text back last night but he brushed it off thinking you must have been tired and had fallen asleep as soon as you reached home. But today when you didn’t show up for classes that’s what got Peter worried.

He was about to go to Emma after classes to see if she knew something when he met her in the hallway.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” Emma asked.

“I was going to ask you the same question” 

“You don’t know where she is?” she gave him a confused look.

“No, I've been trying her phone since last night but it’s going straight to her voicemail” he replied.

“That’s strange” Emma chewed on her bottom lip with a frown. 

Peter was literally worried for you now when he remembered you telling him about how HYDRA is after you and then Rebecca had also come to warn you the other day. As things started to add up Peter panicked.

“I gotta go,” he said hurriedly.

“Where?”

“I need to find Y/N” he already turned to leave.

“Shall I come?” Emma shouted.

“No, it's fine. I'll let you know when I find her” Peter ran out of the university. 

Peter was panting heavily given how fast he ran to reach your apartment; he twisted the doorknob to find it locked. Without wasting a second he broke the lock giving it a hard twist using his strength and entered your apartment to find it empty. 

By the look at the surroundings everything appears to be untouched hinting that you did not return home last night. The little hairs on his body stood up telling him someone is there in the apartment.

“I know you're here Rebecca,” Peter said with a serious tone.

“You're getting smart huh” Rebecca appeared from behind the drapes and this time Peter was quick to pin her to the adjacent wall with a firm grip around her neck.

“What did you do? Where is Y/N?!” he growled at her anger flashing in his eyes.

“Woah calm down I didn’t do anything it was the HYDRA. They took her” she squeaked out wrapping her hands around his arm as she struggled to get out of his hold “let me go Peter!” 

“Not unless you tell me where they took her!” 

“It's an isolated building in the tri state area” she choked out an answer as Peter let her go. She gasped holding her neck “next time you do that I'm going to rip your neck apart” she threatened glowering at him.

“I’m sorry” Peter said calming down “we need to save her Rebecca they will kill her and I can’t do this without your help”

“I'll help” she said softly surprising Peter who wasn’t expecting her to agreeing on helping him “I know she blames me for everything which is true but she is my best friend and I'm not gonna let her die whatever it takes” 

“Thank you” Peter said.

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It was almost midnight when they reached the abandoned area not a single soul could be seen around. Peter and Rebecca stood on top of a building adjacent to the warehouse you were held captive.

“Isn't this nice? Working as a team to save the love of your life. It's all so ra ra go team yeah!” Rebecca joked, quite confident about saving you though Peter didn’t find it funny.

“Can you just shut up and focus on the task?!” Peter hissed at her with a scowl on his face and activated his iron spider suit. 

“Ok dude chill” she rolled her eyes and looked down at the entrance of the building.

“So what are we just gonna storm into the building without any backup?” he remarked.

“Who needs backup when you've me? I'll distract them while you get in and bring her out” she said before jumping from the terrace and landing in front of the building.

“Woo hoo anybody home? There's a big bad vampire out here” she mockingly called out in her sweet voice meanwhile Peter had the urge to face palm seeing her over dramatic antics. 

And in the blink of an eye she was surrounded by a bunch of newly turned vampires as they pounced on her with their exposed fangs. Rebecca dodged them off swiftly and caught hold of one wrapping her arm around his neck in a chokehold. 

“You newbies really think you can win against me?” she snarled fangs protruding as she tore down his throat drinking deeply and tossed his lifeless body away. Peter was stunned to watch the brutality with which she continued to snap their necks and rip their hearts out of their body with no hint of regret or remorse in her eyes.

“What, are you waiting for some formal invitation?!” she shouted at Peter with mouth smeared with blood. Peter shook himself back to reality and swung inside the building.

Meanwhile you slowly started to regain your consciousness, fluttering your eyes open. The first thing you noticed was the excruciating pain on your right arm. A tube was inserted in your vein as blood flowed out steadily. Your hands and legs were restrained to a chair with thick straps.

You looked around the place you were being held captive in what looked like a basement of some old warehouse. You had to get out of here before anyone came. You tugged and pulled on the restraints but it was of no use as you were too weak and needed blood.

“Look who’s finally awake?” a voice echoed through the room. You stopped whatever you were doing and sat still. You weren’t afraid as the man stepped inside the room. He’s slim, pale and dressed in formals with a lab coat over it. Behind him were two other bulky and tall men who appeared to be clearly injected with the supersoldier serum mixed with the vampire serum.

You recognized the man instantly “Crown?!”

He clicked his tongue, smiling wickedly “Ah so you still remember me good to know”

“Why am I here?! What do you want?!” you demanded.

“That I’ve always wanted. The key to vampirism. Morbius thought if he destroys all his works I won’t be able to get my hands on the serum. But he forgot that I can extract it from the blood of his little test subjects. You’re perfect... retaining all your human characteristics even after the mutation” his eyes sparkling in admiration as if you’re a prized possession.

“Release me and I’ll show you what else I’ve retained” you snarled at him.

Dr. Crown lets out a humorless laugh “even if I release you you are too weak to do anything. I made sure of that by draining half of the blood from your body”

And just then Peter breaks into the basement to find you tied up to a chair. Dr. Crown gave a slight nod to the soldiers asking them to get rid of Peter. They attacked him immediately but Peter was quick to web them up. He rushed to you and ripped off the restraints from your hands and legs.

“What are you doing here?” you asked weakly.

“Rescuing you” 

“You can’t stay here, it's dangerous” just then he heard a ripping sound as he turned around to see the two vampires tearing off his webs like a piece of cloth.

“Spider man you really thought your pesky little webs could hold my two master assassins turned vampires” Dr. Crown laughed wickedly

“Peter, go away!” you shouted at him.

“No I won't, not without you!” 

“You can't fight them alone and I'm too weak to help you! Run from here please” you begged him to leave when an idea struck Peter's mind as he webbed them up again shooting double the amount of webs to buy some time. He pressed the spider button on his suit and it disintegrated. 

He laid you down on the floor and picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor and slashed near the wrist of his right hand as blood gushed out from the cut.

“Y/N. My wrist,” he said, holding up your head. “Drink. You need more blood” he held out his wrist near your mouth.

“I can't Peter, what if I lose control and hurt you?” you resisted shaking your head even though the smell of his blood has increased your craving ten fold.

“You won't, I trust you” his gaze was soft and reassuring as you hesitantly took his hand in your gentle grasp and brought it to your lips. Dark veins appeared beneath your eyes as you sank your teeth into his wrist.

Peter's eyes rolled back into his head. He winced and pulled you against his chest in a tight embrace, stroking your hair. The sensation was so engrossing as you drew blood from him. He felt like he was giving himself to you.

The first taste of his blood and you felt like your body was set ablaze; it was pure ecstasy. His warm blood was so rich and soothing as it slid down your throat you never had anything before like that. All you knew was you needed more of him. You could feel your self control faltering, entranced by his blood.

“Y/N” Peter groaned, feeling a little dizzy. His voice broke you out from your trance as you let him go.

Meanwhile the two super soldiers turned vampires have torn out of Peter’s webs as they stalked towards the both of you. You have got your strength back as you stood up, eyes dark full of rage and hunger.

One of them let out a roar and swung his heavy fist. You caught hold of his hand as if it was nothing and dug your fingers into his chest ripping out his heart. Peter didn’t have to do much after that as he watched you take on them single handedly snapping their necks and ripping their hearts out. 

Fear gripped on to Dr. Crown as he tried to flee the spot but before he could do that you vamp speeded and caught hold of him. The veins beneath your eyes darkened as fangs protruded, hunger taking over you. 

You tried your best, you really did but the taste of human blood after such a long time had you craving for more. The bloodlust mixed with whatever was going around right now seemed to do better than your self control. You cocked your head as you approached him, smirk painting your lips.

“You know... you should have ran away at your first chance” your voice was a soft purr despite the snarl you spoke with. And without a second thought you pounced on him, sinking your teeth on his neck. 

Peter watched you with wide eyes slowly sucking the life out of him. For a moment he couldn't recognize you anymore. You appeared like a savage predator ravaging its prey.

Dr. Crown screamed and struggled in pain as you drained the last ounce of blood from his body and finally let go of him. His limp body falls on the ground with a thud. You stand there, blood dripping down the corners of your mouth and eyes dark blinded with bloodlust. 

“Y/N?” Peter called out to you with a shuddery breath maintaining a safe distance from you. You turned around and let out an animalistic growl with your fangs on full display. 

“Y/N it's me Peter. Everything is fine, just listen to my voice” Peter took a step forward cautiously “you’re safe, nobody is going to harm you. Try to control yourself” he took another step “I know you can do it. You would never hurt anyone” 

It seemed to work as you began to come back to your senses. Slowly the dark veins around your eyes faded away as your fangs retracted back and you were back to your normal self again.

“Peter?” you glanced at your blood stained hands as guilt washed over your face at the fact that you lost control.

Peter was quick to pull you in his tight embrace. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead whispering encouraging words that everything is going to be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.

It was almost sunrise when you returned back to your apartment. Peter had informed S.H.I.E.L.D about the situation before he came to rescue you and they were quick to seize the building after a short interrogation they had allowed both you and Rebecca to leave. You and Peter sat on the terrace of your apartment building silently as the chilly morning breeze blew against your faces. Peter was the first to break the silence.   

“You should join the avengers you know”

You chuckled softly “Me and the avengers? You’re kidding right?” 

“No, I'm serious. You’re fast, strong, and can control minds. It will be nice to have you on the team. I can talk to Mr. Stark if you’re interested. I’m sure everyone will be happy to meet you.”

You looked into his eyes and you knew he was being serious “I don’t know Peter the HYDRA is still after me and you just saw how I almost lost control. I would be more of a threat than any help”

“Hey, you're not a threat to me” he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t lie Peter. I saw the look on your face and you were terrified of the monster I turned into, of me”

“No that’s not true”

“Then look me in the eye Peter. Look me in the eye and say that for one moment you didn’t feel scared, you didn’t feel I will kill you too” 

Peter takes your face in his warm hands making you look at him. 

“I was never scared of you Y/N or ever will be. I admire you. After everything you have gone through you didn’t let go of the humanity inside you. You remained strong and fought against them alone all these years but not anymore. From now on I’ll be there by your side...and whenever you feel you’re losing yourself I'll always be there to bring you back I promise” he said pressing his forehead to yours.

Tears brimmed in your eyes at his words. “sometime I really think I don’t deserve you Peter”

“And then I would kiss you like this” he captured your lips in a tender kiss “and make you realize that you deserve the world” 

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