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asthmark · 4 years ago

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❝ stuck ❞ l.dh

request → “Hi~ I'm absolutely in love with your work. It makes me so soft uwu. I was wondering if you could write a Haechan one similar to the roommate Jeno one you wrote. About what it's like to just live with him” —@demiwizardstay

pairing → demon!haechan, reader, guardianangel!mark

word count → 4.5k

a/n → whoops i made this into a demon!haechan au hahaha sorry i hope this is domestic enough for u tho :D

your eyes must be playing tricks on you.

there’s no other reasonable explanation.

on the other hand, the shadow splayed out ever so comfortably on your couch seems to be very real. it must be just as aware of your presence as you are of its but to your surprise, it isn’t telling you to put your hands where it can see them or demanding to know where all your most valuable items are. it sits there, peacefully as if it owns the place. for a split second you consider the possibility that you walked into the wrong apartment but the key in your hand reminds you that the situation you are in is not your fault in any way.

“so... are you gonna scream or just stand there?”

the figure’s voice is unmistakably masculine and drips with sass. you know you should feel scared. your heart should be pounding as your shaky fingers dial 911 and you hysterically report an intruder to the authorities and beg them to come fast. however, it seems that this stranger’s calm aura has rubbed off on you as you respond with an equally as unbothered tone.

“well, i would appreciate it if you invited me in.” you pause. “oh wait, it’s my apartment.”

with that, you step inside and go about your regular routine with a calmness you didn’t know you possessed; especially when there was an… unwelcome visitor lounging on your sofa. despite that, you kick off your shoes and toss your jacket somewhere on the floor like you normally would. you twirl your keys around your fingers as you go to turn to flick on the light switch. it rids you of the darkness that had settled upon your apartment and the stranger is completely revealed to you.

the first thing you notice about them is their sun kissed skin that’s littered in the freckles you would compare to the most captivating constellation. although, the stranger’s flawless complexion is the least of your worries considering the two horns that peek out from underneath their tufts of brunette hair.

you physically restrain yourself from asking for his skin routine and instead opt for yet another sarcastic comment. “all ready for halloween, i see.” your eyes lock onto the appendages, choosing to ignore how realistic they were. “was party city having a sale?”

your comment seems to get your uninvited guest out of his daze as he scoffs. “are you kidding?”

“hey, this is my place, i ask the questions,” you scold.

he ignores you, instead going to tug on his horns. “these are all real, baby.”

you force yourself to maintain eye contact with him, waiting for him burst into laughter and tell you it was all a prank. instead, his unfaltering smug gaze pierces into you. you swear you stop breathing when his eyes flash bright red for a second.

“alright, you can tell the camera crew to come on out.” you glance around hoping this really was just some sort of hidden camera–practical joke type of thing. you half expect ashton kutcher jump out and tell you that you had gotten punk'd but you’re never granted that privilege. your eyes end up back on the boy lounging on your sofa and he returns the stare, eyes narrowed and mouth curved into a smirk.

it was almost… devilish.

“oh my god.”

“not quite.” he finally stands, stretching his limbs out without a care in the world. “wanna try again?”

you stay silent, mouth slightly agape. there was only one other explanation.

he’s satan. and he’s also in your living room. and the worst part was how undeniably hot he is.

you regret giving him the satisfaction of your stunned silence as it seems like that was the exact reaction he wanted. he laughs at your expression and it just sounds evil.

“alright, alright. i’ll tell you what i am. but only because you mortals are always so cute when you’re scared.”

“i’m not scared, you idiot,” you interject without a second thought. “i just didn’t know i’d be selling my soul today. it’s a total bummer. i’m so young, i still have so much to do. i never even got around to trying yoga with ryujin!”

the boy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “your soul? did i say i wanted your soul?”

“well, you’re like, satan right? isn’t that what you do?”

he rolls his eyes. “i’m obviously a demon. satan is a loser who never leaves his fiery throne. which, by the way, isn’t as cool as it sounds. we’re not on the best terms at the moment.”

“so... you don’t want my soul?”

he shakes his head vigorously, looking disgusted at the mere idea of it. “what would i even do with it?”

“i don’t know. honestly i’m just going off of what i see in the movies.”

“that was your first mistake, baby.” he makes his way closer to you. “this isn’t the movies.”

“okay, back it up,” you say, attempting to put some distance between you and him.

he raises his hands in defeat as he obeys, retreating back to your couch.

“why are you here of all places? shouldn’t you be sipping on a piña colada with satan right now?”

he crosses his legs nonchalantly. “like i said, we aren’t on speaking terms. in fact, i’m kind of… banned.”

“banned?” you echo. “from where?”

“hell? duh.”

you scowl at his attitude. “it’s not my fault you’re on timeout.”

he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “don’t call it that. it’s just a punishment.”

“same thing,” you say, making your way into the kitchen. you weren’t sure if leaving a demon unattended in your living room was the best idea but the initial shock had already worn off. besides, it seemed like he had been in your apartment for a while already. “what did you do anyway?”

“it’s not even that bad,” he grumbles.

“must have been if you got kicked out of hell.” you chuckle to yourself as you open up your pantry, looking for something to stuff your face with. “do you understand how bad you must be if even the devil himself can’t stand you?”

“i’m not bad, per se,” he says, picking at his nails. “just a little annoying.”

“no kidding,” you grumble to yourself, rummaging through your pantry, in pursuit of your favorite snack. you were sure everything would make more sense once you got some food in your system. when all you find is an empty, crumpled bag where your chips had once been, you whine loudly. “did you eat all my hot cheetos?”

“they reminded me of home!”

“i can see why they kicked you out,” you retort.

“listen, i get that this is an inconvenience—”

“that’s kind of an understatement.”

“but, this is the only place i can stay. turns out people freak out when you appear in their living rooms. you were the only one that didn’t.”

“yeah, people usually don’t take too kindly to that—hold on, did you say stay?”

he crosses his arms over his chest. “where else am i supposed to go?”

“anywhere but here.”

he gives you an unamused stare, his eyes glinting red once again.

“i mean, don’t you have any demon friends you can stay with?”

“not here. we avoid earth at all costs. it’s trashy. that’s why this is a punishment.”

not even you can argue with that. “understandable. well, how long are you gonna be here?”

“don’t know.”

you blink at him. “so… you’re planning to crash with me until satan decides to be your friend again?”

he groans. “first of all, he’s never been my friend. second of all, yes, that was the plan i had in mind when i broke into your house.”

“broke in?”

“well, actually i used teleportation powered by the dark arts to get in but i don’t think your tiny human brain is ready for that conversation.”

“and i don’t think it’d be in your best interest to insult the person you’re currently trying to move in with.”

that seems to shut him up, as he purses his lips together and stares at you blankly.

“listen, if we’re going to do this, there’s gotta be some ground rules, okay?”

he stays silent so you decide to continue.

“you have to pull your own weight around here. you might be some powerful being of the underworld but that doesn’t mean you get out of laundry day and doing dishes, got it?”

he seems displeased, if the frustrated huff of air he lets out is anything to go by.

“and you have to promise me that by staying here you aren’t putting me in any kind of danger.”

“well, i can’t guarantee i won’t cause problems,” he says, raking his fingers through the hair in between his sharpened horns. “but i can protect you from whatever crap comes our way.”

you contemplate it. you weren’t entirely sure what a demon like him was capable of but it seemed like it would be a list that was equally lengthy as it was impressive. yet, you still can’t bring yourself to agree to anything.

as if he senses your apprehensive nature, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his hazelnut eyes. you only get to admire the warm tint for a split second before his eyes flash red yet again. they stay glowing longer than any of the previous times; long enough for you to notice how shiny and bright they are, reminding you of ripe cherries.

“i promise.”

the tone of his voice is surprisingly firm and definitely the most serious you’ve heard him the entire night. he retreats his hand from you and you find yourself leaning forward, almost craving his touch. his eyes go back to their original hue and you feel yourself regain your senses.

“what did you just do?” you ask, leaning back from him. “what kind of dark magic was that?”

he tries to conceal his smile but ultimately fails, his pearly whites coming onto display. “that wasn’t magic, baby. i believe you just got lost in my eyes but don’t worry. i would too.”

you let out a bitter laugh. “oh my god, you’re vain.”

“do you mortals have to mention him every five seconds?” he chides, grimacing.

it takes you a moment to realize who he’s referring to but when you do, you erupt in laughter. “really? that gets to you? you’re pretty sensitive for a big and bad demon.”

“i have a name, baby.”

“so do i.”

his lips curve into a coy smile. “donghyuck.”

you give him your name in response, not even bothering to think about it twice, much to your surprise. most would probably be more hesitant to introduce themself to a demon, much less invite them into their home.

yet here you were, doing both.

he offers you nothing more than a grin—it seemed more genuine than the last—before turning on his heel to make his way farther into your apartment. “so, where will i be sleeping? i was thinking your bed would be ideal.”

“well, i was thinking you could start with a thank you,” you suggest, trailing after him.

he saunters down the hallway, twisting the knob of the door second to the left and peeking in. you can only imagine how much snooping around he had done before you had arrived, judging by the fact that he maneuvered your home so expertly.

he hums as he scans the room as if it’s the first time (which you’re sure it’s not). “it looks comfortable enough for the two of us.”

you can tell there’s no arguing with him, especially as he steps inside and sits himself on the edge of your bed, hands running over the soft fabric of your comforter. he bounces up and down a couple times, seeming satisfied enough with the mattress.

in the blink of an eye, he’s underneath the heaps of blankets, tucked in snuggly.

you exhale, trying to maintain patience. “i can tell this whole dark magic thing is going to be a problem for me.”

even though only his eyes peek out from beneath the polyester sheets, you’re positive he’s wearing an obnoxious smirk. his voice comes out slightly muffled when he answers, “think of it as a blessing, not a curse.”

“we’ll see.” you try to suppress a yawn but it manages to escape you, eyes squinting and your hand clamping over your mouth. “right now, i gotta sleep. hopefully i’ll wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a dream.”

“so, what you’re implying is that i’m a dream?”

“i meant to say nightmare.”

“that’s more accurate.”

as if the dazed tone of his voice didn’t give his sleepiness away, donghyuck’s drowsy eyes and horns sinking into the soft plush of your pillow certainly did. he looked the least threatening right then and there and you decide that this is the donghyuck you like best. you can’t help the sudden urge you feel to curl up in bed right next to him and doze off into blissful unconsciousness.

“what are you waiting for? get in here.”

could demons read minds too? you can’t be bothered to think about it for another second before you take donghyuck’s very tempting offer and crawl into your bed. you don’t care that you’re not in your pajamas or that you smell like coffee beans, courtesy of the cafe you worked at.

all you can seem to focus on is the feeling of donghyuck’s soft breath against your neck and his oddly cute snores. it was ironic; a demon all cuddled up beside you, sleeping like a baby. you almost giggle at the striking comparison.

needless to say, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

“you know, it really pisses me off to come home and see you sitting in the exact same position you were in when i left.”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, an expression he’s mastered over time. “what else am i supposed to do? you made it pretty clear that you hate my demonic rituals and that’s kind of my speciality.”

you shrug as you kick your shoes off upon entering your shared apartment. “i don’t know. but binging the entire marvel movie saga can’t possibly be healthy.”

“we don’t have this in hell!” donghyuck exclaims, gesturing to the television his eyes remained glued on.

“well, you should get used to life on earth considering you don’t know how long you’re gonna be stuck here.”

“i’m already on it. pop culture is actually really informative.”

“not what i meant. i was thinking more along the lines of a job.”

donghyuck finally tears his eyes away from the television to give you an unamused stare. “that’s really funny, y/n.”

“i’m serious! would it kill you to get off the sofa?”

“no. nothing would. i’m immortal, remember?”

you narrow your eyes. “oh yeah, almost forgot. you’re gonna be a bother to me forever and ever.”

“this isn’t the ideal situation for me either. but no need to torture me with low life mortal tasks.”

“bills gotta be paid, it’s a part of life,” you respond, taking a seat beside him. “or else we’ll both be breaking into people’s houses and begging them to move in.”

“i didn’t beg, alright? and i didn’t break in either! i simply... appeared.”

“that’s even worse.”

“you didn’t seem to mind when you were all snuggled into me this morning.”

donghyuck’s words paired with his taunting tone cause you to feel slightly warm but you ignore it for the sake of a comeback. “you seemed comfortable yourself because when my alarm for work went off your arm was pretty tight around me.”

you swear you see him pout for a moment. “that’s not my fault! there aren’t many people open to cuddling in hell! i was just… seizing the opportunity.”

“since you’re all about opportunities, you should really look into that job. remember what we agreed on? no slacking off.”

“i’m not! just look in the kitchen!”

you know whatever it is, you’re not prepared for it. nevertheless, you tiptoe to said area, hoping your roommate had simply followed instructions and done the dishes and swept. but, of course, that itself is too much to ask as you watch the sink overflow with suds, plates and silverware scrubbing themselves clean and floating into their respective cupboards. a broom dances across the tiled floor, dust flying everywhere. you find that the mess in your kitchen resembles a train wreck; you want to look away but you just can’t.

you call out to donghyuck, eyes still trained on the chaos before you, asking, “what did we say about rituals?”

“it’s a little more complicated than a ritual, baby!”

once you finally gather enough willpower to walk away from the kitchen and whatever is happening in it, you return to the living room, placing yourself in front of the television that donghyuck is so entranced in.

“you’re coming with me to work tomorrow, got it?”

donghyuck groans for a second before rolling his eyes dramatically hard. “fine. now, can you move? the avengers are about to fight thanos.”

you comply, retreating to your bedroom but not before shouting back, “iron man dies!”

you shut your door, donghyuck’s frustrated screeching still coming through loud and clear.

your phone alerts you that it’s 6 am by playing an alarm so loud donghyuck falls out of bed. comically enough, it’s the loud thump! that comes when donghyuck makes contact with the floor that really gets your eyes to flutter open. you peek over the edge of the bed, every bit of grogginess leaving your body the second you see your roommate tangled in your sheets, limbs sprawled on the ground.

“are you okay?” you ask, laughter lacing your words.

“doing just fine,” he mumbles in response. soon thereafter, his eyes shut once again.

“hey! no way are you going back to sleep, we have work!”

you drag yourself out of bed over to where donghyuck lays, attempting to resume his peaceful slumber. you grab his arms, attempting to hoist him up. you’re almost positive he’s making it more difficult than it should be as he lets his body go completely limp in your grasp. when you finally get him standing upright, he smiles lazily at you, obviously still half asleep.

“c’mon dork, you need to get ready. you’re gonna make some cash today!”

donghyuck makes it clear he understands nothing as the morning progresses.

he doesn’t get the importance of being on time or even working in the first place. he offers to just take out your landlord, which according to him will “solve all your problems”, more times than you count and you’re sure that if he mentions it one more time you’d actually consider it. he also claims he doesn’t understand the concept of a shower, asking you to help him out, yet the knowing smile on his face lets you know he’s more than well aware of what it entails. unfortunately, you realize this after spending more time than you’d care to admit explaining the concept of getting naked to him in a tight, confined space to him only for him to request a demonstration.

upon leaving your apartment, more new things are revealed to donghyuck. you can’t help but admire the wonder and awe in his eyes. the adoration quickly wears off when he throws a temper tantrum at the subway station, refusing to board it and you have to physically force him on and promise that no, he won’t get trapped inside.

despite the slight bumps in the road, you arrive at your shift with time to spare. the clock tells you that you won’t have to be behind the counter for another five minutes so you grab your apron and provide donghyuck with one too. you give him quite possibly the quickest tour of the cafe ever and explain to him over five times what you were there to do (“so, we just take people’s orders? we serve them?” “and they pay for it.” “just when i thought it couldn’t possibly get dumber”). you end putting him on cleaning duty since you were well aware of his lack of social skills. he frowns when you tell him he has to do it himself, no magic allowed. the last thing you needed was someone getting nearly knocked over by a levitating broom and bringing it to your manager’s attention. speaking of—

“good morning, y/n,” greets doyoung. his hair is slicked back and his eyes shine, as always. “always a pleasure to see you on your shift.”

donghyuck watches you cautiously, observing the way you smile nervously and avoid meeting doyoung’s eyes. he assumes he has some kind of authority over you.

“and hello there. who might you be?”

doyoung is now very aware of donghyuck’s presence, giving him a wide smile but a menacing stare. you don’t get a word out before donghyuck’s giving him a polite smile and nod of his head.

“i was just hired, y/n is showing me the ins and outs. i honestly could not be happier working under leaders like you, sir.”

doyoung hums, obviously enjoying donghyuck’s praise enough to let it blind him from the fact that you hadn’t even been hiring in the first place. “sir, huh? haven’t heard that one before.”

donghyuck holds his breath, wondering if he had overdone it.

“i like it. you seem like a hard working fellow. glad to have you on the team.” your boss gives him a firm pat on the back before walking away, probably to go scare some other employees.

donghyuck sticks his tongue out at him once his back is turned and you simply laugh, smile still present on your face when your first customer arrives.

“i’m here!”

you glance up from the cash register to catch your coworker rushing in, looking frazzled… as always.

“hey mark,” you greet, giving him a welcoming smile. “i’m so glad you’re here. there’s been this crazy demand for frappuccinos all day and you know i suck at those.”

mark chuckles as he ties on his apron. “no offense, but the only order you should be taking are the puppuccinos.”

you shoot him the most non-threatening glare possible which ends up with you bursting into a fit of laughter. “i’m not even gonna argue with that.”

“hypothetically, if i made doyoung’s coffee explode on him but made sure he didn’t know, would you be mad?”

you roll your eyes at donghyuck’s bold entrance yet you still giggle. “at this point, i say go for it. ooh, maybe we could even sneak out while he’s cleaning it up. what do you say, mark?”

where there would usually be a giddy laugh, there’s nothing but silence on your coworkers behalf. you put a pause on counting the money in the register to steal a glance at mark who’s eyes are dead set on donghyuck who also seems to be intensely focused on the blonde.

“demon,” mark mutters.

you feel yourself freeze up; how could he possibly know? despite the panic that settles upon you, you’re sure donghyuck will find a way to handle the situation. you expect a lie, maybe even some magic if the situation called for it. when you see his lips curve upwards sinisterly, you know you’re in for an entirely different outcome.

“angel.” there’s a teasing lilt in donghyuck’s voice; it sends chills up your spine.

mark’s jaw is clenched and you know he’s equally as tense as you are. “we should go, y/n.”

“mark, he’s just—”

“now.”

the sudden desperation yet dominance in mark’s tone is even more alarming than donghyuck’s.

“you know,” donghyuck begins, rounding the counter, dramatically. “i’ve never been a fan of the way guardian angels think they own their person.”

you swear your brain shuts down. there was no way you had come into contact with a demon and now an angel—your guardian angel. and there was definitely no way it was your closest coworker, right?

“it’s our responsibility—she is my responsibility.”

donghyuck folds his arms as he gives mark a once over. “you won’t mind if i take over, right?”

mark chuckles, begrudgingly. “you know i can’t let that happen.”

“i’m not hurting her, i’d never hurt her.” donghyuck takes his place next to you, wrapping an arm around you. he peers down at you, eyes glowing red for the first time since your first encounter. “my angel.”

you know the nickname is to piss mark off and you assume it works as you observe his hands clench into fists. although, you’re more focused on how the pet name effortlessly rolled off donghyuck’s tongue, like temptation itself.

“don’t make this difficult for yourself,” donghyuck continues. “you know feelings are dangerous. that’s what they tell you when you first sign up. just don’t let that get you into trouble, got it?”

the tension is suffocating and you almost wish a customer would enter the currently empty cafe to save you from it. although, donghyuck makes sure that you don’t have to endure it any longer as a second later, you’re both gone, only a cloud of red smoke left behind.

mark stands alone in the cafe.

he had gotten this job for you; to look after you.

perhaps he had caught feelings, as well.

he assumes that was his first mistake.

when donghyuck takes you back to your apartment, it seems the awkward atmosphere from the cafe has followed you home.

“uh, can i ask what that was all about?”

“that guy, mark was it? yeah, he’s your guardian angel. i can’t stand it when those guys act like they’re in charge of the person they’re sent to look after,” he seethes.

you watch donghyuck’s fit of frustration carefully, eyes wide. when he sees how confused you are he can’t help but sigh.

“i’m sorry, i just… didn’t appreciate him acting like you were his. guess i don’t really like the thought of that.”

you would have to be oblivious beyond compare to not realize donghyuck was completely and utterly jealous. you prod him further, asking, “well, then who would you rather i belong to?”

he glances up at you. “whoever you want, baby.”

“you know what? i think i have somebody in mind.”

not even a second later, donghyuck takes you back in the security of your bed, under your piles of fluffy blankets. what feels most comfortable (and strangely familiar) is the feeling of donghyuck’s arm clinging to you, making you sure you’re pressed right into his chest like a puzzle piece.

“the person you had in mind was me, right? ’cause if not, this might be awkward.”

your eyes roll back despite knowing he can’t see it. “no, it was mark.”

“not funny.”

your shoulders shake with laughter. “it’s a little funny.”

“whatever, keep laughing. just let me hold you, alright?”

“that would be heaven.” silence settles upon the both of you as you go into nearly hysterical laughter. “get it? because you’re a demon… from hell… and that’s like, the opposite—”

“yeah, i get it, baby.” he pauses. “how many more lame jokes surrounding me being a demon will i have to endure?”

“i definitely have more where that came from so my guess is... more than you can count.”

he moans in displeasure. “you’re lucky you’re cute… for a mortal.”

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axemetaphor · 3 years ago

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

images !

with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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ichor-and-symbiosis · 4 years ago

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some thoughts on the bnharem situation

i don’t understand why the debate of aging up characters for smut is making a comeback. when things were still buddy-buddy between people, it was totally alright for 18+ blogs to write aged-up scenarios. but now that there is bad blood, suddenly it’s a crime? make it make sense.

ya’ll were simping for the big blogs until drama happened and you are not friends anymore. that’s not my business and i won’t deny someone the right to be angry over feeling like they have been slighted by someone they considered a friend. but spinning the story into demonizing writers for aging-up characters, when you had no problem with it before, is a ridiculous take that’s affecting a lot of other blogs now. if we’re going to spread this mentality then it should be done out of genuine conviction and not from people who were okay with big blogs writing aged-up scenarios when they were getting the attention they wanted from them.

another issue currently making its rounds is the fact that certain blogs have not been honest about their ages. i think we, as adults in this fandom, can all agree that minors writing smut is not an issue in of itself. please write whatever you want. we’ve all been there before. the real issue here is that adults could be consuming nsfw content from blogs that could be run by minors. we want to know your age because we don’t want to consume your content. it’s wrong. minors sharing smut with other minors is fine, at least for me. we are all humans with urges. but it is wrong for servers run by adults to allow sharing of smut written by minors, especially when there are other adult members in the group.

it is also wrong for minors to follow 18+ blogs run by adults. we have this rule for a reason. if you want to read smut from us then that is your business. lord knows that i started reading smut when i was really young, but i never interacted with the people who wrote this content. i just read it and moved on. if you want to read it then so be it, i genuinely don’t care. i just don’t want minors following me or speaking to me about nsfw content.

and another thing that’s been brought up is how weird it is for adults to talk to minors at all. are you people serious? in what world is it grooming when adults and minors communicate? obviously there can be genuine grooming occurring. obviously adults can say some shit, minors can say some shit, it can always go wrong. but there are also good adults here who have no ill intentions. your own server has a mix of minors and adults speaking to each other. so what we’re not gonna do is bash big blogs for speaking to minors. HOW it was done remains to be seen. we need the evidence to see if inappropriate conversations were had. if the proof shows it, then i will absolutely believe your words and i will support you. but i have seen minors taking this idea and running with it and claiming these adults are pedophiles. if you have a problem with it then don’t go looking for adults to talk to. if we are going to be hardline about this then adults and minors should never communicate and they should never mingle on discord. we can’t cherry-pick here because these accusations are SERIOUS.

throwing around the word ‘pedo’ for blogs that age up characters is ridiculous and it needs to fucking stop. the students are loved by the adults in this fandom because of their personalities and because their current appearances have the potential to look attractive when they become adults. that’s how i choose to see it and if you think that’s pedophilia then that’s on you.

i’m also seeing discourse about another writer plagiarizing work. this has already been addressed by the writer, they have apologized to the person they wronged, they are on good terms now, and there has been no instance of this happening again. people are discussing how this writer has expressed feeling insecure about reading other people’s works because it makes them feel some type of way about their own writing, and this is being used as proof of the writer not supporting other blogs or picking and choosing which blogs they support. all of this is being used as a ‘gotcha’ moment by the blogs that are bringing up these issues.

who the fuck cares. if the plagiarism was already publicly addressed and the dispute was resolved, then we need to leave this shit in the past and allow people to grow and change for the better. and using the whole insecurity thing as somehow proof of character? like this person is terrible and unsupportive? this is genuinely childish and i don’t think this should have anything to do with the more serious topics that are surrounding the bnharem situation. i would much prefer understanding the accusations of inappropriate behavior in the server rather than this nonsense.

if there is proof of inappropriate conversations occurring between minors and adults who knew they were speaking to minors, then that should be addressed and there should 100% be apologies and change.

if we are going to sit here and argue about who was being mean to who and who was being a bad friend or a shady bitch to who, then that is petty drama that should be resolved in private because who the fuck cares. i have seen really immature, repulsive, and rude behavior from the very people who are making accusations. people bitching about their friends turning on them and then talking shit, saying they had thoughts of sending anon hate, insulting writers for enjoying certain aus, complaining about people writing ocs, i’ve seen it all and i can safely say this - we are all human, we are all assholes when we want to be, none of us are virtuous little angels who are always so uwu nice and pleasant. so i’m tired of people pointing fingers about being bad friends because the truth of the matter is that sometimes friendships end for many reasons and you need to get over it.

i’m waiting for the callout post. i want to understand the allegations of pedophilia. i don’t give a shit about someone being a bad friend. that’s all.

#discourse

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justsomefluff · 4 years ago

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Hi hun! I love your work so much! I was wondering if you could do ATEEZ reacting to finding out you still sleep with your baby blanket? I still sleep with mine and I’m 19 and I’m throughly embarrassed about it 😅 thank you so much!!!

Okay thats endearing af so don't be embarrassed!!! Also this is kinda short bc I was getting really soft and I could've written forever but I couldn't let myself go there lmao

Hongjoong:

(ok this gif doesn't really match but it’s so funny wtf)

The second he finds out you still have your blanket he’s like... I’d die for you

Like he loves that you have that innocent, meaningful part of your life still with you

Joong loves that it shows your soft side, that only he gets to see

It really shows him that you are a sentimental person and he’s like “I hope she keeps me forever like that blanket uwu”

Loves and I mean LOVES when he finds you sleeping with it

Whether he caught you in the middle of a nap, or maybe you went to bed earlier than he did

He sees that and it’s cuddle time

Doesn’t like to disturb your sleep though so he’ll just very gently wrap himself around you and brush your hair out of your face

Just a lot of soft touches until he falls asleep too

Seonghwa:

Mama Hwa activated

you’ve got a baby blanket, and youre already his baby? Perfect for his need to parent

Like he’ll still be boyfriend goals but he’s also gonna treat you like a toddler sometimes

Not in a bad way, I mean like he’s gonna tuck you in and sing you to sleep and all that stuff an actual mom would do

He just cant help himself, I mean really you need to go easy on him

He’s too soft around you

Like he might die if you get any cuter, cut it out!!!

And he always makes sure you have the blanket the way you like it before you sleep

Like if you just wanna hold it? Cool he’s got you. If you wanna wrap up in it...Also cool!

Will take care of all your blankie needs without question

Just wants to give you the world :’)

Yunho:

the second he finds out about your blanket he’s gonna wanna get a matching one

“Wtf why”

“so I can have a piece of you when im on tour” and your hearts just goes POOF

and so he finds one super similar (not necessarily identical but its one that works)

becomes just as attached to his new blanket at you are to yours

takes it everywhere

but its so cute like you guys will be cuddled on the couch each with your respective blanket omg

and the guys find you all the time like passed out with your blankies and holding hands and stuff

they’ll take pictures of you two to tease you about it but you guys secretly save every single photo

it’s just perfect lock screen material really

Yeosang:

Teases you at first, I can’t even lie about that

but it’s not mean or anything it’s more like “you love that blanket more than me” kind of thing

but eventually he just sees it as a part of you

and if you’re ever not holding it, it’s so jarring to him

like “where's the blanket this is so weird you look naked we gotta go get it”

it always puts a smile on his face though

like if you ever have to go somewhere that you cant or don't want to bring it to, then he’ll stay home and secretly bury his face in it

it becomes a comfort thing for him too bc it smells so much like you

if you ever catch him smelling it he’ll be like “I WAS JUST SEEING IF MAYBE WE NEED TO WASH IT”

he’s embarrassed but you’re endeared to no end

you’ve totally got at least one picture of him with it somewhere bc I mean... your two fav things on earth in one pic?

magical

San:

I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE AH

Okay San relates heavy bs you’ve got your blankie and he’s got Shiber

Will send you pics of Shiber wrapped up in your blankie like bro :’(

And you guys will stuff both Shiber and your blanket in between you and hug at the same time

Because lets face it, nothings gonna get in the way of cuddles alright I don't make the rules

And one night he’ll be like “let’s trade for today”

but then five minutes in both of you are like “nope nope we gotta switch back I cant do this”

but you both think it’s really funny low-key and end up laughing at each other’s inability to sleep without your favorite thing

he’s so sweet to you about it though like if you’re ever sad, he knows exactly what to bring to make you feel better

uses the blanket constantly and whenever you’re at home he always has it for you

like you sit down in another room for two seconds and he’s like

“You left this in the bedroom” and throws it at you

and he’ll get Shiber too bc “they’re friends”

overall he’s just so cute about it and genuinely understands the need to have something like that around

Mingi:

(^ him practicing his keynote speech on why you should cuddle with him instead)

Okay Mingi’s a big baby about it

like he gets it but he’s low-key (read: highkey) jealous of the blanket right

“Cuddle me insteadddd”

won't let you live like fr

never tries to take it from you or anything though

just wants you to prioritize cuddles with him is all

will literally take advantage of any moment that you don't have it right

like if you're on the couch watching a movie he’s basically in your lap

if that’s your emotional support blanket then you’re his emotional support human okay

“why do you need an emotional support blanket when I can be your emotional support Kpop boy?”

“Mingi, I don't think that’s how it works” (I mean can he really still be your emotional support Kpop boy if he's already your bf? how’s that work?)

he eventually figures out a way to get his cuddles though

he just compromises and sleeps under the blanket with you

“Why didn’t I think of this before it’s perfect?”

“Maybe bc you're an idiot”

cue play fighting that leads to smoochies under the blanket

Wooyoung:

Ok this one is problematic for you

because he likes to borrow it

“Wooyoung-ah, that’s MINE”

he has the “mom says it’s my turn” attitude lmao

like no. it’s not your turn if it’s not YOURS...I digress

he gets so annoying about it that you cave and buy him his own blanket

it’s not even close to the same kind as yours, but you got one in his fav color and everything so he’s really excited about it

covers your face in kisses to show his gratitude

but he immediately washes it with the special detergent you use so that it’ll still smell like yours

and he turns into Linus from Charlie Brown you know?

never washes his blanket and takes it literally everywhere

if you wash it for him he won't talk to you for like a whole day lmao

“But it had to be done. Wooyoungie, it was for the greater good”

“Shut up”

but he’s secretly really happy that the detergent smell is back bc it reminds him of you awwww

so basically he picked up your habit really fast and it just sticks

Jongho:

tell me why Jongho is protective of your blanket

jk, I know why

it’s bc he knows you’d be devastated if anything ever happened to it

he’s always chaperoning you like “Jagiya, don’t eat that rn you’ll get crumbs on your blanket”

or “be careful not to spill that on your blanket, bb”

like “Jongho...sweetheart...I GOT IT”

and if anything ever happened to it, like it gets stained or ripped or something

he’s already googling how to fix it

acts like a surgeon “ok, we need to be very gentle with this stain” “cut the thread very precisely”

so dramatic, but it’s cute because you know he’s only like that to make sure you’re happy and have everything you need

like three months after he finds out that you have the blanket he’s basically a certified tailor and stain-remover

perfect house-wife when it comes to your blankie lmao

#ateez #Ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez jongho #ateez wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez fanfic #fanfic #ateez imagines #imagines #fluff #ateez fluff #reactions #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #scenarios

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ackermaniacc · 4 years ago

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SNK CHAPTER 138 THOUGHTS and questions because I’m confused as fuck

Please don’t shit on me, its just my opinion.

1. HOW COULD I BE SO DUMB not noticing the very subtle hints of eremika. I’m not much of an eremika shipper because it always seemed very one-sided, but seeing that it is canon makes this story sooooo much sadder.

We see that after Mikasa gets a headache, she sees an alternate reality in which she and Eren run away from all of this and just live a happy remaining 4 years. But in this alternate reality, they have abandoned all their comrades, and all the people they care about including Armin and Historia. They’ve given up on trying to save Paradis and decide to be selfish. WHICH IS JUST SAD! Even if they decided to be selfish, they will be plagued with betraying the other people they care about. It just (sadly) couldn’t be a possibility for them to settle down. Is there really happiness in that?

ANYWAYS, back in Chapter 123 (?), Mikasa decided not to be honest when Eren asked her what he was to her, in which she replies “family”. Eren decided to continue on with his plan as a result. But like wasn’t it so obvious that Mikasa loved him? Why did he need to ask her that if he knew she would up and leave with him anytime he asked her to?

(EDIT: Okay, Mikasa wouldn’t up and leave. She knows better than that and will not go against her morals to be with Eren as you have seen in the past few chapters where she is well aware of what is right and wrong)

I think regardless of Mikasa’s answer, Eren would still continue his rumbling plan. Did he send her these visions as a way of confessing to her? To show her that he did consider or imagine a world in which they could be together? Maybe it gave her closure, allowing her to act the way she did, with a happy face, showing that maybe she understands his intentions (?)

2. THE ACKERPARALLELS!! I KNEW IT!! Throughout this manga, I’ve noticed multiple similarities between Mikasa and Levi, who:

Both decapitate the Jaeger bros

Say “See you..” to the people they love or care about deeply

Look after Gabi uwu

And more that I can’t recall right now

Totally unrelated: but I think levihan is canon and honestly I aint complaining ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Like I mentioned a while back, I have a feeling that Mikasa is going to lose all the people she cares about just like Levi T-T Highkey hoping every titan related thing will just get reversed (including Ymir’s curse), bringing me to my next point-

3. GDI JEAN, CONNIE AND EVERYONE ELSE?!?!

I had to go through those pages 5 times because I was so shook. Not sure what exactly was going on but I’m assuming that the centipede thing did that to all the eldians? We see that the centipede has this insane will to live and hence why its literally letting all hell break loose. But I swear I thought I saw the centipede outside of Eren so why is Mikasa decapitating him? I figured that if that centipede died then all these problems would be solved? Maybe once that centipede dies, all those eldians will turn back to normal? I’M REALLY HOPING THATS THE CASE THOUGH!! Jean and Connie didn’t go through all the shit for this to happen to them, it just seemed so random.

Not to mention that Falco had gone so far to protect Gabi and now she’s also a mindless titan? There’s no way Isayama would build up such relationships and feelings only for it to end like this. BUT then again, this is Isayama we’re talking about and he just loves to see us cry LMAO

4. How did Levi know they were all gonna turn into titans? Also made me think about that scene where all the survey corps members turned into titans while Levi didn’t. I had always thought he didn’t turn into a titan because he didn’t drink Zeke’s spinal fluid but could it be because he was simply an Ackerman?

Edit: OK just noticed they all turned to titans because that centipede was emitting some kinda titan gas. Excuse my slow brain

ALRIGHT end of my rant aka my barrage of questions. After typing this I realized that I’m even more confused than I was before LOL

#chp 138 #rant #snk spoilers #spoilers

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 4 years ago

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Flare Up

Ao3, MasterPost

Relationships: Romantic sleepxiety

Warnings: Talk of anxiety, panic disorders, and panic attacks.

Word Count: 1,245

Virgil dragged his steps along the pavement, pulling his hair out of its spiked ponytail- if only to bring a sliver more insulation to his freezing cold face. He shoved his hood up onto his head, sinking back into the small comfort it provided him. His earrings bumped the side of his jaw occasionally, a touch of icy metal stinging his skin, but he couldn’t find the energy to remove them.

The rain snapped and bit at Virgil’s cheeks, his nose, his hands- anywhere it could seem to reach and then some. Maybe that wouldn’t have been so frustrating if Virgil could just breathe, but every time he opened his mouth to make an attempt at it the forceful winds swept away his air and left his lungs burning. Like maybe his chest was filled with snow, but it never melted.

But he liked it. Or, no, he needed it. Or something like that…

Being outside in the late falls of New England hurt, but it was the only thing that ever felt fresh in times like these. It was clean and clear, and it didn’t stifle Virgil, didn’t make him feel boxed-in like an animal.

And it was quiet. Quiet except the rain, and the wind.

Virgil’s footsteps echoed through the street, each sound eventually carried away with the weather. The destination wasn’t much further now, but he almost wished it was, just to keep this sharpness that- for once- found its way into his addled mind.

The shop was just over the hill, an oddly steep one for a downtown area. The sidewalk curved up in an incline, keeping the quant building just out of view as one approached, all except for its sign. Wooden, old, painted all in black with a delicately embellished logo. Virgil walked with slow strides, reading again and again the letters painted there as they grew more legible.

Flight Coffee Co.

To say Virgil knew the place well would be an understatement. Even if all the buildings around him set their lights dark, and the stars went out, and the moon turned its face away, Virgil would be able to see the words in their exact font. He would still see the shape of the hanging sign, swaying and knocking in the wind, and he’d see the wide windows set into the front of the store. And, he might even see the heavy door opening, revealing a tall, lanky young man stepping outside. A young man with dark skin, a thick tied-up poof of bleached-brown hair, and a pair of shades tucked into the chest pocket of his black leather jacket.

Virgil felt a smile creep out from his teeth. A weak, small smile. But a smile.

The punk stopped a few yards away from the coffeehouse, watching the employee bolt and lock the door for the night. He waited semi-patiently until the man turned, those blackish-brown irises meeting his green and grey ones. The man’s face twisted up in momentary confusion, turning then concern as he tucked his keys into a spare pocket.

“Virge? What are you doing here, baby?”

Virgil stuffed his hands- burned raw and red with the cold- into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Hey, Remy. I- um, I got a little impatient waiting for you to get off work, I guess.”

Remy’s expression melted into soft understanding, as he reached forward and brushed back Virgil’s bangs with a warm hand.

“Oh, honey,” he murmured, “You had one of those days?”

Virgil didn’t answer. He leaned into Remy silently, stretching up to press his face into the taller man’s shoulder. His jacket was well-worn and soft, still carrying the distinct smell of leather goods, but ingrained as well with the scent of coffee and clean dishes. Virgil burrowed even closer when he felt Remy’s arms loop around his waist, shielding him from the weather, comforting him.

Virgil didn’t always like being touched after a day riddled with paranoia and anxiety, in fact oftentimes that only set him more on edge. Those were the days when he’d hole up in his room, watching short horror films on YouTube and texting frantically with his friends, either Andy or Logan most of the time (as both suffered from similar anxious disorders to him).

But there were other days, days where he felt so desperately alone and tiny, when he just needed someone to be near him. And that someone was always Remy.

“You want me to walk you home, handsome?”

Virgil grumbled at the nickname, and also at the prospect of letting his partner go, however briefly. Remy laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head through his hoodie.

“...We probably should. It’s dangerous at night,” Virgil conceded.

“Well,” Remy stepped back far enough to link his arm with Virgil’s, turning them in the direction of home. “We live in New England, so, not really.”

“Killers can live anywhere,” Virgil countered, matching Remy’s steps. “Don’t discriminate, R.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, alright. Good you got me to defend you, huh?”

Virgil raised his eyebrows, smirking incredulously. Remy kept a straight face for about five seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah- Yeah, okay,” he giggled, “You’re right, you’re right; I’m not nearly as scary as you, you big goth.”

“Damn right,” Virgil grinned, nudging Remy with his shoulders as they walked.

It was a quiet trip on Virgil’s part, as he was content to just listen to Remy talk about his day. The barista always had a lot to say about his customers- most of it negative, all of it funny. Virgil’s steps were slow, unhurried, as he let the tension fall from his shoulders.

The cold still stung, but it wasn’t nearly as noticeable with the almost supernaturally warm body of Remy plastered against his side. Nothing was especially noticeable under those circumstances, really, aside from the high pitch of Remy’s voice and the secure feeling of his body right there. It left no room in his brain for anything else, a rare kind of relief that Virgil could never get enough of.

This was always just what he needed. Virgil let his eyes fall closed, his eyelids heavy and burning from a long lack of sleep, and leaned his head back against his boyfriend’s shoulder. It was alright to do so; Remy knew the path, and would make sure he didn’t stumble or fall.

It was a short time to their apartment complex; a tall, white, rectangle of a building sticking up from a disproportionately small parking lot. It was a little dingy, a little run-down, but Virgil would be lying if he said it didn’t feel like home.

He lifted his head, smiling tiredly.

“Hey.”

Remy stopped short what he was ranting about, giving Virgil his attention.

“I love you,” Virgil muttered, half-against the side of his head. Remy (poorly) hid his momentary surprise with an eyeroll.

“Duh- I’m a total score, Babe.”

“Remy.”

Remy groaned softly, hiding his face in his free hand.

“Okay, fine- I love you too, you big sap.”

Virgil grinned. Before he could worry about which of their annoying neighbors would see them, or what the frosty weather was doing to them, or if the flickering fluorescent streetlights would fall on them- he jolted forward.

Remy made a startled sort of squeak when their lips connected, his eyes widening. But then he adjusted, and kissed back, and Virgil really did manage to forget about everything else.

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#sleepxiety #anxiesleep #remy #virgil #ts virgil #ts remy #my writing #sanders sides #ts #ts fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction

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xhxhxhx · 4 years ago

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~ show us your big discord posts ~ UwU

some oy my Discord posts, partially cleaned up:

On Conservatism:

secular social and cultural conservatism is about maintaining traditions and hierarchies, so it should always appeal more to older folks than younger ones, right?

like, if you're at the bottom of the pole, as you are when you're a kid, it's hard to see the appeal of the hierarchy, right? you might not have found it that hard, sure, but it'd always be easier if you were at the middle or the top.

if you've lived with a set of norms and traditions for decades, you have, well, a reliance interest in them. but it's hard to turn them into a propositional political package, something you can teach as doctrine, because its appeal is ... informal? lived?

you could socialize people into it, through example, but ... the evidence for it is implicit, tacit. you're not usually going to have a special revelation that turns you into a committed conservative, or a striking argument, at least not one that turns you into a secular social or cultural conservative.

but then, you’re an American, and American conservatism was always a little bit of a special case. there's no ancient aristocracy or clerisy to point to, not generally; the political-cultural traditions that most American conservatives point to are barely a few decades old.

because the core is a special kind of ... propositional liberalism: the Founding, the Constitution, a society of ordered liberty and free exchange, the rights reserved to the states and the people, the freedom of individuals and families.

so maybe the dynamics are different in American conservatism, such that you can learn and adopt it as a set of propositions, which would make the age gradient less sharp than it is elsewhere

On Dynasties:

[i have never seen a meme about how we need a democrat's child to take up that president’s mantle]

the national Democrats seem to have a good number of ~dynasties, and I don't think it's unique to any faction or ideology

it's an information cue, a heuristic, and given the low levels of information most voters have, it's going to be a pretty powerful one. (you can only keep so many bits of information in your head!) you know what "the Clintons" are, you know what "the Kennedys" are, you know what "the Bushes" are, here's another one

it's especially important in candidate-centered regimes, rather than party-centered ones, like in places outside the old Northeast belt, where party machines are weak and candidates have to prove themselves in open primary contests.

(although maybe the effect is too small to detect and the patronage-style regimes of the party-centered contests would look the same, dynasty-wise)

On Liberalism:

[I heard that the right is much more unified than the left?]

yeah, but the right is just much less divided on demography and policy than the ~left. the right is a coalition of the "normative", whereas the left is everyone left over, so that makes for odd company, like the Blacks and Dixiecrats of the midcentury

the left is a coalition of interests, whereas the right is an ideological coalition, which makes Democrats more ideologically divided than Republicans. see Matt Grossmann and David Hopkins’s Asymmetric Politics (Oxford, 2016):

lmao

"Republicans are not only the more ideologically homogenous party, but are also more likely to conceptualize politics as an ideological conflict over political principles between the left and the right. Democrats instead prefer to think of politics as a contest among social groups competing with each other for influence over the government. Each party therefore maintains distinct criteria for judging policy proposals and outcomes, with Republicans prizing compatibility with ideological doctrine and Democrats emphasizing the protection or advancement of group interests."

I guess it's ironic that I pair my ~informal, ~group-centered understanding of conservative formation with a ~propositional, ~ideological understanding of conservatism as a movement

On Identity and Ideology:

[interested in if this changed recently with trump doing a thicc "white identity politics" thing]

enh things generally don't change all that quickly. you would have to check to see, but those long-term trends -- and this has been going on at least since the 1950s, when these surveys started -- don't get wiped out in one or two cycles, even if they might ebb.

[how does this relate to like the Southern strategy?]

the Democrats understood white Southerners as a set of interest groups, whereas Republicans understood them as a set of would-be ideological conservatives?

like, the conservative appeal to the white South is, like, "you were conservative all along, join the conservative party" and, if you don't understand yourself as "a conservative" yet, then "our ideology preserves what you find valuable”

[conservatives hint at black people sucking tho? it seems very thinly veiled behind talk of values to me]

maybe? it's a trade-off between appealing to people's self-understanding of themselves ("I'm a good person") with useful heuristics for leaders ("you can tell I'm racist because I'm saying the racist thing, so vote for me, you racist")

so the more sophisticated the electoral environment, the more flattering the appeal, and the less sophisticated, the more vulgar. although you can apparently get a lot of mileage out of being vulgar, as our current president shows, so our discourse was probably set at too high a level before. we needed to dumb it down a bit.

[i mean that thing where some bush ran an ad with a big burly black guy criminal saying democrats were bad because they were lenient to him. or "inner city welfare queens", which is basically a meme at this point]

but I think those messages get a lot more mileage and replay on the left than on the right, because they offend the group-centered identities of the left.

"this is offensive to a critical member of my coalition; friends, please pay attention to how offensive the other party is being," rather than, like "you're a liberal, so vote for the liberal party"

[i guess i'm confused whether you are claiming conservatives actually care more about values than libs?]

I think part of the story here is that the white South was just much more educated by the 1980s than it had been in the 1950s or the 1930s, so the appeal had to be more ... sophisticated

take Lee Atwater, George H. W. Bush's campaign manager:

You start out in 1954 by saying, “Nigger, nigger, nigger.” By 1968 you can’t say “nigger”—that hurts you, backfires. So you say stuff like, uh, forced busing, states’ rights, and all that stuff, and you’re getting so abstract. Now, you’re talking about cutting taxes, and all these things you’re talking about are totally economic things and a byproduct of them is, blacks get hurt worse than whites.… “We want to cut this,” is much more abstract than even the busing thing, uh, and a hell of a lot more abstract than “Nigger, nigger.”

I think Lee Atwater is talking about how political discourse is increasingly ideological as the white South moves from a Democratic stronghold in the 1950s to a competitive two-party system in the 1980s and ultimately into the Republican stronghold that it is today

"you're getting so abstract ... all these things you're talking about are totally economic things ... [and] "We want to cut this," is much more abstract than even the busing thing," where "abstraction" signifies a move from group-centered talk to ideological talk

and like, at some level all ideological talk should be rooted in something you find valuable (tradition, liberty, white supremacy) but part of its value is that you can reason with it, discourse with it. you can hold a coalition together with it, with a sort of political minimum: small government, low taxes, states' rights.

and you can hold together people who are explicitly or implicitly white supremacists with people who wouldn't think of themselves as at all "anti-Black", because you can say "we're talking about taxes, not race.”

so the Democrats are at once advantaged -- because they're the bigger tent, and can make special appeals to one group after another, and don't even have to think of themselves as ideologues -- and disadvantaged -- because there's something grubby about being a coalition of "special interests", and you can ding them for it.

[it's always funny to me that rural whites and economic elites don't count as "special interests"]

it's a difference in how liberal Democrats and conservative Republicans talk about things!

conservatives don't say "I'm doing this for rural whites and economic elites", whereas liberals do say "I'm doing this for African Americans, Hispanics, the poor, the LGBT" etc

alright I'm gonna leave to watch some anime

#Anonymous

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xianglingslesbian · 4 years ago

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oh I'll give u a character alright: Izuki, Kiyoshi, Riko and Aomine <333 technically that's four, but what goes around comes around (I'll keep this circle of love goin forever buddy)

VICCCC ily my man <33 thank u!!! aight putting this under a cut bc it got long

Izuki

Why I like them: izuki’s just overall so amazing! he inspires me to give my best in the stuff i do, and although it sounds a bit silly i try to be a person that he’d be proud of. his puns are hilarious and well-thought-out (as a person who loves words and word jokes, i’m naturally drawn to him lol). they’re also a way to take the heat off the team, he’s so hardworking and never views obstacles as obstacles, rather as hills he must climb to find newer skies. he’s also rather clever and employs his brains to great effect when his body fails him! izuki embodies the meaning of ‘eagle’ in the truest sense - waiting to strike when the time is right and not failing when it is.

Why I don’t: *sweats* can’t really think of a reason i don’t like izuki, at all??? i guess he can overwork himself a lot and tends to keep his true emotions hidden which could lead to misunderstandings between friends (although this is totally headcanon territory lol)... i also didn’t like the ableist comment he passed on hayama (“i’m just glad you weren’t smarter than me”). but i think he can (and will!) grow from that kind of stuff, he is that kind of person so yeah no particular reason for me to dislike him at all

Favorite episode (scene if movie): how dare you make me pick s3 e8 izuki vs kasamatsu, hands down. i know its like cliche or whatever but that moment just told me so much about izuki as a character? he’s willing to do what it takes to win, he’s adaptable and dependable and he doesn’t let shit get him down ever. it’s gorgeous

Favorite season/movie: s3, he got some fantastic moments in there!! although i will say i loved the spotlighting he got in s1 in the seihō match

Favorite line: “Fear isn't a bad thing. There are some things that can only be done by cowards.” this is first of all such a nice thing to say. ‘fear is not bad’ is just... so fucking wise? keep in mind that this boy is 17, i’ve met 30 year olds who are less mature. secondly it feels like izu’s speaking from experience?? like he has a lot to be scared of, i’m sure. particularly of falling behind and being a burden to his teammates. but it’s that ‘cowardice’ that drives him to practice so so hard. that visceral terror of weighing on seirin is what pushes izuki beyond his limits - which is why here he can empathise with furi’s fear, and knows how best to employ it.

Favorite outfit: look i hate last game w/ a passion but that lil tie/shirt/hoodie thing he had going? that was literally so cute. izuki in general has a p great fashion sense but his last game outfit takes the cake <3

OTP: hyuuizu oh my god i could talk for years about them but since this post is gonna be very long i’ll refrain. just. they are perfect they are fucking perfect

Brotp: kiyoizu!! kiyoshi is izuki’s biggest enabler and i love that for him <3

Head Canon: izuki can be very very passive aggressive when he’s angry at someone/sad and gets cold and withdrawn. it’s not fun to experience but tbh if you upset him you probably deserve it

Unpopular opinion: izuki should’ve been naturally better in canon. it’s not fair to shaft him and give the ‘trier’ thing off to himuro. that being said i am p happy with who he is as a person

A wish: i want to know how izuki felt after middle school! izuki’s and riko’s backstory focuses so much on hyuuga its dumb >:( he also would’ve been demoralised but he didn’t quit bball and i would like to know his thought process!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: i. uh. i guess izu quitting basketball. because i genuinely cannot see that happening. it brings him so much joy, he should never stop cold turkey. i can imagine old man izuki hobbling about a court giving little kids pointers and making them laugh T-T

5 words to best describe them: “big brain caffeine-powered clown baby”

My nickname for them: babyzuki/izu/shunshun

Kiyoshi

Why I like them: lots of reasons! kiyoshi is an admirable person. he’s strong, yet friendly and gentle, and he loves his team above all else, which i just find beautiful. i find his manipulative side also pretty cool, bc it shows off how multifaceted he is.

Why I don’t: this is more of a fandom reason but i really dislike how kiyoshi is always said to have had the greatest impact in hyuuga’s story. he badgered and manipulated hyuuga, and while some may argue hyuuga needed that push, it only worked bc hyuuga had had time to think about shit. he’d also been given space by riko and izuki (two integral parts of his life whom the fandom looooves to sideline for uwu kiyo//hyuu).

Favorite episode (scene if movie): yousen match (can’t pick the episodes)! i loved the backstory we got for kiyo vs mura and i loved how kiyoshi was willing to smile and play but also refused to lose. he truly stole the show despite kagami being the one to finally take down murasakibara, it was gorgeous <3

Favorite season/movie: s2 for sure. kiyoshi wasn’t allowed to shine much after yousen imo - all the focus was on hyuuga kagami and kuroko, and to a lesser extent izuki. not complaining, but yeah

Favorite line: “Let’s go have some fun.” i know it’s kinda cliche but i do love how kiyoshi’s always thinking about playing a good game and enjoying basketball. he wants to play because he loves it and as someone who loves a sport as much as kiyoshi loves b-ball, that love is so poignant and tender

Favorite outfit: practice clothes! kiyoshi looks great in pink <3

OTP: kiyohana. hateshipping amirite ;)

Brotp: kiyohyuu! i love them as friends so so much <3

Head Canon: kiyoshi is half-iranian on his mother’s side and is muslim. i won’t say too much because i am not muslim myself, i need to do more research into this but i’ve had this headcanon for quite a while now!

Unpopular opinion: he should be bullied more for the fact that his canon power is having yaoi hands

A wish: kiyo finds something he loves as much as b-ball. he can’t canonically play at this level again, so if he found another sport/competition/anything, it’d be amazing

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he should never become demoralised. kiyoshi at heart is a dreamer, so let him dream, let him look towards tomorrow with a smile always

5 words to best describe them: “useless dreamy dumbass cheerleader clown”

My nickname for them: kiyoyo, bc my feelings about him have yo-yoed a lot lmao

Riko

Why I like them: im a lesbian, next. /j i love her because she’s so tenacious and driven. yet she’s also kind and gentle, and never loses her humanity. she cares, and she cares hard. she’s so fucking smart too like... coaching a hs basketball team at 17 against players of NBA calibre and making them win? i could never. seirin without riko is nothing.

Why I don’t: i dont like the constant slapstick of her beating up her boys. also, i dislike how the narrative forces her to act ‘feminine’ and then has the boys think of it as nothing. like first of all if someone like her offered me a kiss i would so take 100, and secondly... why is a girl’s worth so tied to her femininity? it’s awful

Favorite episode (scene if movie): her sending in furi vs kaijō, early in s3. it was an exceedingly smart move that could have only come from her knowing her players’ strengths and weaknesses intimately, and being a brilliant coach. just amazing <3

Favorite season/movie: all of them! riko has some amazing moments each season, so i can’t really pick

Favorite line: “Humans grow. Don't act like you understand when you don't even realize that!” here, riko knows and knows well that she is in her element. momoi might have the data, but riko understands adaptability and knows how to predict stuff. in that way, one can draw parallels between takao vs izuki and momoi vs riko: takao and momoi are recon experts, whereas riko and izuki are strategists. momoi uses raw data; riko manipulates the data to her advantage

Favorite outfit: idk if this is exactly an outfit but her glasses are so cute oh my gosh. (i’d kill to see her in a leather jacket tho)

OTP: rikomomo!!! i’m 100% sure that momoi’s fixation w/riko’s boobs is just... repressed lesbian sentiments. also sports girlfriends gimme

Brotp: hyuuizuriko. i hc that hyuuizu were tgt since elementary school and riko joined them in middle school so... childhood friends feels!

Head Canon: riko knows how to shoot a gun. her father owns one so it makes sense

Unpopular opinion: riko does not need to have bigger boobs in fanart. please stop sexualising a 17 year old girl

A wish: white suit riko please

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her ever leaving behind sports in any way shape or form. it’s her thing. in the same vein, she should never have to change herself or become more traditionally feminine to be ‘appealing’

5 words to best describe them: perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect

My nickname for them: ai/riri

Aomine

Why I like them: aomine is just a pure, hurting young man that deserves help. he’s passionate, and his fire died down out of no fault of his own. that fire’s reignition through kagami is one of my favorite scenes <3

Why I don’t: he’s perverted as hell and i dislike that. it plays into the ‘brutish dark-skinned pervert’ stereotype which is yikes. also i thought we were done with pervs in anime

Favorite episode (scene if movie): s2 seirin v touou when kagami enters the zone!! aomine’s finally happy and it’s so amazing to watch <3

Favorite season/movie: s2, he finally got happiness and peace of mind

Favorite line: “You’re the best!” there’s just so much of pure joy in this line. he’s so so beside himself that he finally has someone he won’t destroy. kagami sees aomine the person, and that person is so happy, it’s beautiful

Favorite outfit: the leather jacket from the finale lmaooo he looked so cute

OTP: AOKAGA BABY i could write an essay tbh

Brotp: aomomo!! theyre such good friends and bi/lesbian solidarity too!

Head Canon: aomine cannot dance. he has stepped on kagami’s feet multiple times. he has also attempted to twerk when drunk. kuroko recorded the whole thing and uses it as blackmail in case the puppy eyes and “but aomine-kun you didn’t fist bump me back” don’t work

Unpopular opinion: more a fandom thing, but you all need to stop making aomine the aggressive/possessive top/‘seme’. it’s racist as fuck

A wish: aomine goes pro. it’ll be amazing for him, a huge challenge and kagami will be there too so its a win-win ;)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he quits again/b-ball loses its allure. aomine at heart is someone who needs passion to drive him so i just want that passion to always burn bright within him

5 words to best describe them: “bastard baby needs a hug”

My nickname for them: dai-chan, momoi rubbed off on me

#izuki #kiyoshi #riko #aomine #vee #knb #ceru babbles #answered #omg i went OFF

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emptynarration · 4 years ago

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AUs and Verses (Short Edition)

Here’s a collection of my favorite AUs and Verses! Hopefully a bit shorter and more easily understood uwu

[HERE’S THE LONG EDITION, WHICH INCLUDES A COUPLE MORE TINY VERSES!!! DO CHECK THIS OUT AS WELL if you’re interested]

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Normal / Default Verse

[Here’s the story of how Author turned into Host!]

Author was very greedy. He wanted to become a literal god. His greed attracted an actual old god, who abused Author’s greed.

The old god, named Alden, forced Author to gouge his own eyes out.

After Author passed out, after mutilating himself, Alden “possessed” Author’s body. Normally, its omnipotence destroys human minds. But not Author’s.

Due to neither being able to overpower/destroy the other, they came to a compromise, and share the body between them. Their body was named “Host”, as it now hosts the old god together with Author.

Over time, they grew so intertwined, that they’re one very well working person, while also still being their own.

Twisted Minds AU

[Here are the Fanfics I wrote about the whole AU]

The egos all live in a manor together, everything was alright.

One day, the body Dark used rotted away, and got too hard to keep going; so he had to leave it. Without a human body containing the entity which is Dark, slowly seeped into the manor again, even though he tries his hardest to stay contained in what was once his office.

Due to his shell-less self, everyone was slowly changed. Emotions brought to extremes, personalities flipped, appearances growing inhuman, etc.

[Here’s a little post about the gist of it all]

Author was also affected, like everyone else. But, due to Dr Iplier wanting to use Author in an experiment, and things going sour for the writer, he was thrown “into” Dark. He nearly died. He was changed, his sight gone and powers changed.

This made him into Host. And Host, due to his powers, realized how wrong this reality is, and how fucked up it is. Thus breaking him out of the cycle of madness, as well as making him a terrified being.

Cursed AU

Set in a fantasy world, slightly medieval perhaps.

Author and Host are brothers. They live in a cabin in a forest, away from other people, happy with only themselves as company.

One day, someone Author angered tried to kill him. But instead of Author, Host was hit, and was quickly dying from a curse.

Author didn’t care when he was hit with a curse as well, angry, wanting to kill that woman, but Host dying in his arms took priority.

The curse Author was hit with was worse, though. It turned him into a sort of “undead” state. And to stay “healthy” and strong, he had to leech the life-force from other people. The touch of his bare skin does so.

He unintentionally quickened Host’s death.

Author was cursed to live forever with this curse, unable to die. Due to the strong connections between the brothers, as well as the circumstance of his death, Host is stuck as a ghost.

Host is technically bound to the cabin, but, Author wears the same slightly magical necklace that Host had. This makes Host able to go with Author, though not stray too far from him.

Teeny Twins AU

[Here is a collection of Fics I’m writing!]

All of the egos are a little younger than typically (Between 24-38 on average, outliers being Magnum, Dark, Wilford being older, and Host, Author being younger)

Author and Host are twins and live together in their cabin in the woods.

They know where the egos live and visit them quite often.

They have their respective powers, but don’t know their full extends.

Neither of them wants to be anything like a god or something alike; the thought alone makes them uncomfortable and even scared.

They are quite mysterious but also total rascals. Favorite past time: pranks. They’re best friends with the Jims and Bing due to that.

Author is more active, energetic, and reckless. Host is more quiet and thoughtful.

everything i wanted AU

[Here’s two little fics I wrote about it]

Host and Author are twins. They grew up very close, and were eventually taken in by Dark and Wilford.

Author was very very open to explore his own powers, always pushing and pushing and pushing.

Dark, with the excuse of fearing Author would be a danger to himself and especially others, banished Author into the void, where Host had also gotten hurt in the process.

Author sort of became one with the void, gaining strange weird powers. With them, he managed to escape the void -just in time to save his brother, who didn’t want to live without him.

Swap AU

Egos’ “roles” and sorta their powers being switched around!

Host is “swapped” with Dark.

He is monochrome. He wears a black trenchcoat and black tights, as well as knee-high black combat boots. He has a bright strand of hair, no eyes, and bandages around his eyes.

[Here’s some info about the AU and Host’s/Dr Iplier’s/Dark’s/Wilford’s backstory!]

He is called Darkiplier in this AU (pronounced Dark-eeplee-er? sorta french lol).

He talks in third person as a comfort mechanism.

He doesn’t really have a goal like normal Dark (getting revenge on Actor) but he takes care of the other egos and keeps them safe and in check.

He does his radio show still, but has no narrating powers.

Florist AU

[Here’s the main artwork for it]

Author is a very soft boy, and a florist.

He writes very dark and gruesome stories he publishes online in his free time.

He lives in a pretty much one room apartment right above his flower shop. He’s not very wealthy, but he survives.

He loves tattoos, but is shy about getting more than the one he already has (plus money is a slight problem).

Painter AU

[Here's some art for it]

A human AU! Every ego is a human

It's focused on Author, but Host also exists as his twin brother!

Author is a somewhat famous painter, but he doesn't really care about the money. He's super clumsy and ditzy, a whole himbo mess really. But he looks like a hot fashion model.

Author is more the traditional medium guy. Mainly painting, but also sculpting, pencil drawings, illustrations.

Host is more the digital artist. Mainly illustrations, but also some painting stuff, also uses 3D sculpting for art purposes. Probably works with video games, making art, doing some voice acting.

Wilford is one of Author's friends and a fashion designer. He recommends models (and friends) for Author. He drags Dark to their friend-meetings a lot.

So Dark's a singer. Just wanted to sing for fun, but somehow it turned into popularity (like Billie Eilish whoops)

So Eric is Dark's boyfrend and makes music with him. Plays piano. Sings a little but very shy to do so anywhere other than a little for Dark's songs. Too nervous to meet the gang but everyone knows from dark talking about Eric anyways

The Jims twins work mainly on the video game Host helps working on as well. They both do the writing, but only one of them also does programming. They eventually meet up with Host sometime after a lot of only online talking and somehow love happens eventually

Little Demon AU

Host is a demon, still called Host.

He is 7 inches tall.

He has dark purple horns and two tails, and no bandages, but keeps his eyes closed.

Looking into his eyes will cause the looker to be pulled into their own mind and be faced with their deepest and darkest fear.

Host will be able to see that and interact with the person there, but also leave them there alone to suffer.

He can “teleport” short distances, mostly through shadows.

Harpy AU

Host has no name he goes by, but will let anyone name him.

He is 8 inches tall.

He’s a brown thrasher harpy.

He has slightly darker skin (than Mark), short, like brown fuzz on his head resembling hair; white feathers with dark spots on his chest and hips down his thighs, where his legs then turn into bird’s feet; dark brown, almost black eyes. His wings have light brown feathers.

He mainly eats fruits, berries, nuts and insects.

He isn’t afraid to attack anything larger than him, going so far as to attack humans if he has to.

Mermaid AU (other versions depending on size!)

Host goes by the name of Host.

He had almost been caught once by humans, which resulted in the loss of his eyesight, and thick scars over his eyes.

His scales are golden. His fins are slightly see-through, and tipped green. His ears are fins. He has fins on his underarms. He has scales on his shoulders and arms.

He has scales that glow in the dark, and markings on his face which also glow in the dark (not visible unless glowing)

He’s a siren, and thus can speak and understand English.

Underwater mermaids communicate via clicking sounds (kinda like morse code, but different).

Human AU [Second Version]

Host is named Markus Barker. Sometimes uses Host as nickname.

He is either: Born blind (sclera/pupil milky). Blind due to a disease (Neuromyelitis Optica).

He lives on his own with his pets. He either: Lives in his cabin in the forest. Lives on the outskirts of town with a garden.

He has an older brother (Arthur, world-wide known author).

He works on a rather popular podcast as main-narrator. He also either: Works at a radio station. Stays at home (financial help from his brother).

Can also go with human Author, the aforementioned brother of Host.

Both can also exist without brother.

Human Slave AU

Host is named Markus Barker. Host is his nickname though

He is either: Born blind (sclera/pupil milky). Got his eyes gouged out by an owner.

He had been sold as slave when he had been a young child (around 4 y/o?).

#the other is speaking #blog rules

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theincompetentgenius · 5 years ago

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Hello can I get a match-up for Ikesen and Ikerev? I'm 5 feet 4 inches. My hair is light brown and medium. I have a pale skin. I have black eyes and Im tiny. Im an Introvert but I smile a lot. I dont like sweet stuff and I really like sour and spicy things. I become a blush mess when someone compliments me or when anything related to romance happens. I'm a little bit sarcastic but I choose my words carefully so I wont hurt anyone and they'll understand the joke and I'm pretty shy uwu thx

Aww you sound so adorable! You literally radiate uwu energy and I absolutely stan. Anywho, let’s get on with the matchup!

Ikemen Revolution

I’d pair you with.................. Fenrir Godspeed!

Yes, I know I’m being unoriginal because I went straight for the introvert x extrovert and never looked back. I’m sorry, but Fenrir is absolutely PERFECT. For a minute, I had Sirius pop into my mind. I mean, it would be so cute that he would take care of you. The two of you would plant flowers together, shower each other in compliments, and so on. But alas, I can’t separate you from Fenrir.

Immediately, Fenrir will start talking to you and that’s because he talks to everyone! He’s not afraid to start a conversation and it more than happy to show you the ropes around the Cradle. Almost immediately, the two of you would become really good friends.

Fenrir notices that you’re not the most extroverted, so he’ll always help you get involved in different events and meet new people! He’ll drag you across the Cradle, where the two of you can have the most fun. If you’re feeling overwhelmed or uncomfortable, Fenrir will happily leave and find something that you like.

Once you feel more comfortable around him, I can totally see the sarcastic canons coming in. He does so many stupid things that you have to throw a sarcastic comment. When you first do, he blinks in surprise as a wide grin spreads on his face. In retaliation, he’ll start chasing you around to give you a good noogie (do people even say that lmao EW). Now, it’s become a chain reaction: you say something sarcastic and Fenrir chases you around.

When Fenrir catches you in his arms, your head is against his chest. His accelerated heartbeat sends a jolt through your’s and your face turns bright red. Of course, our dense Ace of Spades would assume you were tired of running around. He’d ruffle your hair and let you go from his crushing embrace.

Although Fenrir is wild, he’s also a gentleman. He’ll be complimenting you every day about your outfit, your appearance, your attitude, and almost everything thing else about you. As your cheeks flush red from his kind words, he’ll throw in a compliment about your rosy cheeks as well. Good luck not being a stuttered mess after that.

Other Possibilities: Sirius Oswald, Edgar Bright

Ikemen Sengoku

I’d pair you with...................... Kenshin Uesugi!

Not going to lie, Masamune was the first person that popped into my head. Becoming a blushy mess when someone compliments you? Oh boy, you’d be as red as a tomato every day because Masamune would flirt with you nonstop. But its not like you’re completely powerless as you’d throw in some sarcastic comment to put him in his place. However, I spent some more time thinking and realized that Kenshin would be a better fit and I’ll explain why.

You must be wondering, you’re matching an introvert with a non-introvert? What’s going on? Are you alright, theincompetentgenius? Well, normally I HATE deviating from that trope, but Kenshin is my exception. Although you’re quiet, you’re not submissive and fearful. You’re not annoying and loud, but you can hold your ground when confronted. He respects that.

To be honest, you remind him of his bunnies. You’re small, petite, and super cute-- perfect to capture in a wooden cell. He’ll definitely have the urge to keep you all to himself, but I think you can change his mind without making him mad.

Although they don’t mention Kenshin’s spice tolerance, they do note that he’s a major fan of pickled plums! The two of you can eat them together as he washes them down with his sake. I’m not sure if you’ve reached the legal age of drinking (in the US, it's 21) or how much you can tolerate it, but expect to get somewhat tipsy or at least have a drink with him.

You’re the only person who can throw sarcastic comments at Kenshin without having a dagger at your throat. Actually, you’re the only person who Kenshin would NOT stab, so Sasuke likes to hide behind you whenever he wants to approach Kenshin (especially when Kenshin feels stabby).

Kenshin LOVES to spoil you. Although you insist that you don’t want anything, he notices when your eyes linger on that beautiful necklace or the ornate earrings. He’ll come back to the shop and buy all of them just for you. Some might say it’s expensive and excessive, but Kenshin could never place a monetary value on your love. He loves you too much.

Another Possibility: Masaume Date

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alpxcamin · 6 years ago

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Spider Man

Requested?: Nope uwu

Words: 8.5k

Group: Qing Chun You Ni

Member(s): Jia Yi (feat. Next Door Tarzan Group A)

A/N: Okay so I’ve had this in my wips since episode 3 came out and I didn’t expect it to be this long or take this long to write oof...anyway, I can’t seem to find any qcyn fics?? someone pls tag me in anything you see ty :’)) Btw this isn’t really based off the comics or movies, I just borrowed the Spider Man character lol. Also, apologies if this seemed rushed at the end!! I didn't’ really know how to end it lmao...Also idk how to title so uh the title is boring...okay I’ll let you read now lol

“You really think Guan Yue is cuter?” your friend gasps.

“What’s wrong with Guan Yue? He’s super cute,” you scoff.

“Of course he is, but everyone thinks Wenhan and Jia Yi are the cuter ones,” your friend shrugs, closing her locker.

“They’re alright. Too overrated in my opinion,” you shut your locker, looking at your friend.

“Speaking of the devils,” your friend subtly points behind her.

You peek over her shoulders and casually roll your eyes. They are the most popular group of guys at school. Wherever they went, you can always find at least five girls hanging around. You didn’t really understand why they were so popular besides for their looks. However, you can’t say for sure because you didn’t know them personally.

You didn’t really like that group though because a lot of the girls that hang around them are rude and obsessive, which isn’t the boys’ fault, but they didn’t do anything to stop them. They also broke hearts like their lives depended on it...that’s what you heard at least. Also, there have been a few rumors that Jia Yi got into a lot of fights since he would show up to school with bruises or cuts sometimes.

You sigh, turning away as they pass by. You caught Jia Yi’s eyes on you and he offers a soft smile. You give him a tight-lipped smile, before rolling your eyes to show your friend your annoyance. You’ve noticed that they liked to flirt around a little too. Ever since you entered the school, you’ve vowed to never fall for any of their charms.

“I seriously still thinks Jia Yi has a crush on you,” your friend whispers as she watches the group of pretty boys breezes past the hallway.

“Pfft...nice joke,” you laugh, “He probably doesn't even know I exist.”

“He literally just smiled at you and he sits next to you in class,” your friend deadpans.

“Smiling at me doesn’t mean he has a crush on me. Also, he doesn’t have to know who I am just because we sit together,” you shake your head, chuckling.

“He stares at you in class all the time. I sit behind both of you so I should know,” your friend points out.

“Nope, he’s probably staring at Jolin Tsai. She’s pretty and popular. Even I lowkey have a crush on her,” you start walking towards your classroom.

“Okay yeah, true. But I seriously don’t think he’s looking at her,” your friend pouts, chasing after you.

“Really? She has a crush on him though. I bet those two are dating in secret,” you scrunch your brows together.

“Whatever, just peek at him some time in class. If he looks away, then I’m right,” your friend huffs, opening the classroom door.

“What? That doesn’t prove anything,” you step in, “He’s probably just daydreaming or something.”

“Just watch,” your friend whispers to you as the two of you make your way to your seats.

Unfortunately and fortunately, you sit right in between Jia Yi and Jolin. Pulling out your chair, you slide into your seat, greeting Jolin who waves back to you. You turn around after without giving a glance at the boys who are crowding around Jiayi’s desk.

“Remember to peek over some time,” your friend quietly reminds you.

“Fine, but you owe me lunch,” you roll your eyes, turning back around.

---

“Jia Yi, it’s that girl you like,” Wenhan wiggles his eyebrows, prodding his best friend in the ribs, pointing at you standing by your locker with your friend just a few feet away.

“Ow! Don’t say that out loud,” Jia Yi groans, but quickly turns to smile at one of the girls that passed by.

“You should really go talk to her,” Guan Yue encourages, placing a gentle hand on Jia Yi’s tense shoulders.

“No way! Do you guys want me to embarrass myself or something? Plus, you guys know she doesn’t like us...especially me,” Jia Yi pouts, looking down sadly.

“I don’t think she’s like that. She just doesn’t know us, that’s all,” Chunyang shyly suggests.

“You never know,” Hanyu shrugs, “Why do you like her so much anyway? You guys haven’t ever talked.”

“Yeah, but I see her around all the time. She’s so helpful and caring and kind. Plus, she’s super cute,” Jia Yi hums dreamily, “I can’t help it. She’s literally perfect.”

The group of boys immediately quiet down as they passed by you and your friend. Jia Yi swallows harshly and tries to look away, but he can’t. You make eye contact with him and he shivers a little, offering a shy smile. That sarcastic smile on your face makes his heart drop and when they finally reach the classroom, Jia Yi sighs deeply, allowing his smile to fall into a frown.

“By the way, you really need to stop staring at her in class. I’m sure her friend who sits behind her in class notices,” Wenhan snorts.

“I-I don’t stare at her!” Jia Yi squeaks, his cheeks darkening.

“I sit in front of you and I notice it too,” Hanyu rolls his eyes, chuckling.

“Ugh, I definitely don't. I’m just...uh...looking out the window!” Jia Yi’s flustered mind doesn’t aid him in coming up with an excuse.

“Sure…” Guan Yue gives a teasing smile.

“Oh, here they come,” Chunyang points at the door sliding open.

Jia Yi’s head whips up and he spots your friend, seemingly frustratedly chatting, open the door. Then, you walk in. He can’t help but melt a little when he notices the relaxed and teasing expression on your face. It’s like you are literally glowing.

Jia Yi quickly looks down again, staring at his hands, twiddling his thumbs. He tries to keep his breath even as you and your friend get closer and closer. He takes a daring glance and sees you waving cutely at Jolin before turning back to face your friend. He notices that your friend’s eyes quickly darted over at them before whispering something to you.

“Don’t be too obvious, okay?” Wenhan chuckles, patting Jia Yi on the back, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Literally shut up,” Jia Yi huffs, playfully nudging Wenhan, causing all of them to laugh.

---

Class couldn’t have been more boring. Sighing, you doodle mini Spider Mans all over your notes. He’s been your favorite hero, or “celebrity” crush, ever since he started his career. You admire everything about him. He never hesitates to save someone, doesn’t mind putting himself in danger, and you’ve heard that he’s quite the charmer. You wish you can meet Spider Man in person at least once in your lifetime.

Suddenly, you feel something small hit your back and you snap out of your daydream. Turning around, you give your friend a harsh look. She simply shakes her head, ever so slightly pointing in Jia Yi’s direction. You rolled your eyes before facing forward again and turn to look at the boy.

You make eye contact with him and you see his cheeks turn pink before he quickly fixes his gaze on the teacher, pretending to write something on his paper. You turn back to look at your friend who was smiling smugly.

---

“I told you! He was totally looking at you. Did you see him blush?” your friend violently shakes you back and forth.

“I saw, I saw,” you groan, peeling her hands off of you, “I’m still not convinced though. You know, if I was caught staring at someone, I’d be embarrassed too.”

“Are you serious?” your friend shrieks, “You know what, never mind. We can talk about that later.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you chuckle.

“Anyway, I can’t walk home with you today. My mom just signed me up for another tutoring class and I couldn’t argue my way out this time,” she sighs, clinging on to you, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. One day isn’t going to hurt,” you laugh, hugging your friend back.

“I know, but this might happen a few times a month,” your friend pouts, “Walking without you is going to be so boring.”

“I know. Hopefully, you won’t have to be in that class for too long,” you shrug, the piercing bell making you jump.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow then!” your friend sadly waves before the two of you split ways, heading to your own classes.

---

It is lonely the say the least as you stroll down the streets by yourself. Despite not having your friend with you, you still decide to stop by the bakery as the two of you usually do. Stepping in, a small smile makes its way onto your face. The sweet smell of beautifully decorated cakes and adorable pastries fill your nose. Shuffling up to the cashier, you order your usual and head towards your usual seat.

Pulling out your books, you decide to get a headstart on your homework before you went home. Usually, you and your friend would procrastinate until it got dark outside. Your food arrives quickly and you set to work.

Blindly, you reach for your cup, still intensely reading your book. Finally grabbing the cup, you carefully bring it to your mouth, but nothing came out of it. Blinking a couple of times, you bookmark your book and set it down. You peek at the clock and nearly fell over. It is already six and you have to get home soon. Quickly packing your things, you leave a tip on the table and left the bakery.

The dark sky and bright lights calm you down a little. It feels nice walking out at night, although you were a little scared to be alone. You decide to get home quickly since it was starting to get cold and your thin school sweater did nothing to help with blocking out the wind.

Suddenly, you feel someone place a tight grip on your arm. You try to pull away, but you are too weak and you are yanked into the dark alleyway. You scream until the person places a heavy hand over your mouth.

“Give me your money or I’ll shoot,” a low, grumbling voice mumbles from behind you.

Your throat tightens when the thief lets you go and pulls out his gun. You hear a click, and you see the metal weapon gleaming under the moonlight. You shakily pick up your bag from the ground and file through it to find your wallet. Closing your eyes, you hand the thief your wallet, but he doesn’t take it. However, you did hear a loud thud and you open your eyes.

There he is, clad in his classic red and blue suit, tying up the thief. Your mouth drops open just as Spider Man knocks out the tied up thief. He dusts his gloved hands off and makes his way over to you. He towers over you, standing at nearly six feet tall.

“Hey, you alright? He didn’t hurt you hopefully,” Spider Man carefully checks you over for any injuries.

You meekly shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“What are you doing out so late by yourself?” he asks gently.

“I lost track of time today and my friend isn’t here to walk back with me,” you whisper, a little scared to look away.

“I’ll take you home. Where do you live?” he wraps a strong arm around your waist and you pray that he can’t see the rising blush on your cheeks and feel your heartbeat quickening against his own chest.

“Uh, I live on the fourth floor of that small apartment across from the candy shop,” you shyly offer.

“Okay, got it. Just hold on tight!” Spider Man holds you tighter against him.

“W-Wait! Wait, is this safe?” you blubber in fear, but also because you wish for him to hold you just a little longer.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to keep you safe. Please trust me,” the suited hero reassures.

“Okay...I trust you,” you slowly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

As soon as you feel your feet lift off the ground, you close your eyes shut. You hear Spider Man’s soft giggle and you cling onto him tighter. The cool wind whips through your hair and you shiver a little.

“Hey, open your eyes. It’s really pretty at night,” Spider Man’s soothing voice brings you out of your anxious thoughts.

Slowly, you allow yourself to see again. Gasping, you enjoy the night breeze as you fly past the colorful lights and buzzing city. The dark evening sky above you is filled with glittering stars. The moon produces a soft light, bouncing off the cotton candy clouds. It is so calm and peaceful. Below you, however, is a city full of adrenaline and excitement. The multicolored lights, tall buildings, and bustling people brings the city to life.

You can’t help but let a small noise of surprise and pure joy slip out of your mouth. Before you knew it, Spider Man gently places you on your balcony as he balances on the railing.

“Is this your place?” he asks.

“Yup, thank you so much,” you smile softly.

“No problem. Stay safe, okay?” he salutes before leaping off the building.

You sigh dreamily as you watch your hero swing gracefully from building to building. You can’t wait to tell your friend about what happened. Begrudgingly, you unlock the double doors and slip into your room.

---

“Yeah right, there’s no way Spider Man has the time for that,” your friend crinkles her nose, “Doesn’t he have that other big project going on?”

“Why won’t you just believe me? He really did swing by and save me,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think you were dreaming,” your friend giggles at the sight of you pouting so hard.

Jia Yi silently listens in from the side, shifting slightly in his seat every so often. A soft blush appears on his well-defined cheeks. His brows furrowed as he strains to hear your soft voice complementing your favorite hero.

His eyes glazed over with wonder, leaning slightly closer to hear you. He really wishes you are complimenting him, but just the sound of you sounding so happy and charmed makes him happy. He can’t help but allow the smallest smile on his face.

---

A small knock on your balcony door brings you out of your trance. Saving your essay, you shuffle, a little scared, towards the glass door. Drawing back your curtains, you gasp. Spider Man’s strong back is facing you, his red and blue suit stretching comfortably over his muscles. He hangs from a thin strand of web and you are surprised that it is able to handle his weight. You quickly open the door and the sound makes Spider Man turn around. He drops from his upside down position and gracefully lands on the balcony floor. Though you can’t see his face, you know he’s giving you the most beautiful smile ever.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you shyly ask, retreating back into your room, allowing the hero in.

“To check on you. You’re okay, right? You walked with your friend today?” concern laced his soothing voice.

“Yeah, she said she’d only be gone on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I’m okay, thanks for asking,” you smile, leaning back slightly on your desk.

You silently watched as he peeks around your room in awe. A smile dawns on your face and you giggle every time he lets out a small “woah” or “ooh”. He finishes touring your room and ends up in front and towering over you. You look up at him.

“Your room is cute,” he nods in approval.

“Glad you think so,” you laugh.

You stare up at his masked face and squint slightly to try and see if you could see at least his eyes. However, you find yourself mesmerized by just the shape of his face. You can tell his jawline is well-defined and his nose bridge makes a cute arch. He seems to be staring right back at you and you feel your cheeks heating up. Coughing slightly, you break out of your dream-like state and back away.

“Sorry, I’ll get going,” Spider Man sniffs awkwardly, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Thanks, really,” you shake your head, looking away.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave now,” he slowly backs towards the door, not even turning back.

“Okay,” you giggle, following him.

It seems like he doesn’t want to leave and you certainly don’t want him to go. However, you still have a lot of work to do and he probably has many more people he needs to save. You step out into the cool night breeze, holding your arms a little closer to your body for warmth. Spider Man reaches an arm out, displaying his shiny web-shooter.

“Goodbye,” you give him a small wave.

“See ya later,” Spider Man nods before shooting a web and jumping right off your balcony.

You lean over to see him fall. Just as he is about to hit the ground, he swings back up in the air and you watch as he swings away through the city.

---

Winter break is nearing and you’re getting a little antsy. Finals are coming up and you’re a wreck. With eyebags hanging down to your cheeks, you stumble your way to your seat and collapse in the chair. Your backpack slides off your slumped shoulders as you drop your head to your desk, cradling it with your arms.

“Y/n...you okay? You’ve never been this late before,” you hear your friend whisper from behind.

You raise your head and turn around, staring at her blankly, “I know, I just have...a lot to do.”

“Aww, I’m sorry I can’t help because of my dumb classes,” your friend sympathetically frowns, gently brushing your hair with her fingers.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault really,” you sigh, “I found some company on Wednesdays and Thursdays anyway.”

“What? Who?” your friend gasps, faking offense.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” you giggle.

“Tell me, tell me!” your friend eggs on.

“Fine,” you motion her to come closer, “Spider Man.”

“You need to stop obsessing over him,” your friend snorts, rolling her eyes.

“See, you didn’t believe me,” you pout.

“It’s kinda hard to believe,” your friend hums, challenging you.

“Fine, I’ll get a selfie with him today and send it to you,” you crinkle your nose before tiredly turning back to face the front.

You feel a pair of eyes watching you carefully and you slowly roll your head to face the boy sitting next to you. Jia Yi quickly looks away and you notice a light blush on his cheeks. You huff before turning back.

“Alright students, I know you guys are busy with finals,” your teacher strolls in, starting right away.

“I’m going to assign an easy partner project for your final so you guys won’t have to stress too much,” your teacher announces.

Everyone cheers unanimously until the teacher raises a hand and says, “But, I’m assigning your partners.” Then, there is a unanimous groan.

You take a quick peek back at your friend and the two of you share a disappointed look. The teacher quiets everyone before reaching for his glasses and a clipboard. He adjusts his glasses and takes a closer look at the clipboard before calling out names.

You are silently chanting that you would end up with your friend. You freeze as soon as you hear your name called.

“Y/n,” your teacher looks over at you and you stare right back, anticipating.

“Y/n, you’re with...Jia Yi,” the teacher nods at the two of you and you slide further down into your seat.

You look over at Jia Yi, mind blank. You just stare at the blond. It seems as if your brain had just malfunctioned. It’s not that you despise him, you just didn’t know him well and you know that with all the stress you have, you would end up just dumping it out on him. You didn’t want to do that to him.

Jia Yi bites down on his bottom lip when he hears his name called right after yours. He looks over at you and nearly fell off his chair. You’re staring at him so intensely, yet your eyes seem dead. His cheeks darken and he tries for a smile, but you just kept staring. His brows furrowed as he takes this chance to stare back at you.

He can practically see you fighting yourself through your eyes and he frowns. He overheard your conversation with your friend earlier and begins to worry about you. He quietly scoots closer to you before offering a hand.

“We got this,” he quietly whispers, trying his best to sound as confident as possible.

You weakly grab his hand and shake it. He nearly melts at the touch of your warm fingers and he glances towards Wenhan for a second before looking back at you. Your hand slips out of his and drops to the table and Jia Yi already misses the warmth.

“I’m sorry in advance,” you whisper.

“What do you mean?” Jia Yi’s eyes never left your face.

“It’s been pretty stressful for me recently so sorry if I ever take it out on you,” you shake yourself awake.

“Oh, it’s alright. I understand,” Jia Yi smiles brightly.

You offer a tight-lipped smile before turning away and resting your chin on one hand, not noticing Jia Yi’s smile dropping behind you.

---

“Hey, ready to go?” a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Spider Man! There you are,” you giggle, tightening your grip on your backpack.

“Yup, sorry I couldn’t wait at my usual spot. I, uh...lost track of time,” Spider Man explains, beginning to walk.

“It’s okay, we all have those days. I was late to class for once,” you groan, walking beside him.

“Aww, you must’ve been really tired, huh,” you can practically hear his frown as he loops a strong arm around your waist, “Hold on tight.”

You do as you’re told and the two of you whip into the afternoon sky. You have gotten used to the cool breeze as you fly across the city and you learned to enjoy the feeling of being so high up. You smile a little to yourself as you inhale the fresh air.

Finally, the two of you land back on your balcony. Spider Man would always leave right after he drops you off at home, then coming back later at night to check up on you.

Just as he is about to leap off the balcony, your hand darts for his wrist, preventing him from leaving. He turns to look back at you and cutely cocks his head to the side. You shyly retract your hand and look down.

“Sorry, I just remembered something,” you sniff.

“Oh, what is it?” he asks, leaning towards you.

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you take a selfie with me? I promised a friend since she wouldn’t believe that you take me home when she’s gone,” you laugh, a little embarrassed.

“Of course~” he laughs enthusiastically.

He slides behind you as you open the camera app and fix your hair that had been messed up by the wind. You fee; his arms snake around you, pulling you closer to him and you bite your lower lip, holding up your phone. You smile widely and you can tell he is too. Both of you hold up a peace sign and you snap a couple of pictures.

“Thank you so much,” you put your phone away.

Spider Man still had his arm around you, slowly pulling away from the semi-back hug. You are sure you are as red as a tomato, but you turn to face him anyway. He seems a little startled that you had turned around and drops his arm, to your disappointment.

“Gotta go,” he hums, seeming somewhat dazed, “Mr. Stark is calling.”

“Bye,” you softly tell him, waving slightly.

He takes one last look at you before diving into the busy city down below.

You sigh as you stare at the busy streets below you. The bright sun leaves a soft, golden glow on the buildings and people. Though it is cold, you want to enjoy the setting sun for just a little longer. A sudden ping brings you out of your daydream and you pull out your phone again.

It is Jia Yi. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers earlier so that you can contact each other for the project. You read the text and quickly change out of your uniform and into some cozier, warmer clothes before grabbing your backpack and heading for the library.

Luckily, you live quite close to the library so you only had to brave the cold for at most five minutes. You look around a little before spotting the tall boy. His bright blond hair seems so bright amongst the dull, gray environment of the quiet library.

“Hey, sorry. I almost forgot,” you apologize to Jia Yi as soon as you get to the table he was at.

He turned around, a little startled, “Oh, it’s okay. I just got here.”

“Should we start?” you pull out a chair and sit next to Jia Yi.

“Yeah…we should brainstorm some ideas first,” the blond nods in agreement.

After that, the two of you settle into awkward silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat a few times, trying to think of ideas. However, you can’t seem to think of anything besides the tension looming over you and your partner. From the corner of your eye, you can also see that Jia Yi struggling.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else,” you speak up, “and get comfortable with each other before we start. I can tell neither of us is able to focus.”

“O-oh, good idea,” Jia Yi stands up. He begins walking out of the library after you got up as well.

“Do you want to go to that candy shop near your--” Jia Yi stutters, “Uh, near here?”

You give him a skeptical look before shrugging, “Sure, let’s go.”

The candy shop is only a few steps away and you are thankful since the sun had already been cut into half by the city landscape. The sky fades from a bright maroon to gorgeous deep indigo. You can see the tiny white stars beginning to appear.

The sweet smell of pure sugar gives you a jolt of energy and you peek around the pink shop. You’ve been in here quite a few times since you live right across, but the atmosphere always draws you back in. A smile makes its way onto your face and you head straight for your favorite candies.

Picking out a few, you turn back to pay and nearly crash into someone’s chest. You stumble back, apologizing. Your cheeks darken when you realize that you just nearly crashed into Jia Yi.

“I’m so sorry...should’ve looked,” you mumble, clutching your candies closer to you as if protecting them.

The tall blond simply chuckles, “It’s okay. Anything you recommend?”

“Oh, well I definitely recommend these,” you hold out your hands to reveal the three candies you had just picked out, “these are my favorite.”

“I’ll get some of those too,” Jia Yi gives you a warm smile before easily reaching over you to grab some candies as well.

You blush slightly at the close proximity and let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding when he leans away. You can still smell a light waft of his fresh scent after he backed up. He gives you his classic cheesy smile and you return it with a small smile of your own.

Both of you awkwardly shuffle over to the front to pay for the candies. You cheerfully greet the employee by the cash register and place your candies on the counter. Jia Yi slides his candies next to yours and pulls out his wallet. The employee types a few things into the register and asks for four dollars. You stop him and pull out your own wallet.

“Hey, no need to pay for me,” you pout, pulling out a five dollar bill, “It’s your first time here, right? I’ll pay.”

“No way, I won’t let you pay. It’s only five dollars anyway,” Jia Yi copies the pout of your face, shoving the five dollar bill into the employee’s face without even looking.

The employee quickly snatches the money from Jia Yi’s finger, a nervous expression on his face as you and Jia Yi have a stare off. After returning the change, the employee dashes off and disappears behind the staff door. You begrudgingly stuff your wallet back into your backpack and take your candy, your eyes never leaving Jia Yi’s. You narrow your eyes a little as he stores his wallet and takes his candy off the counter as well. He gives you a smile and the two of you break eye contact before heading to one of the small tables the shop had.

You and Jia Yi sit across from each other. You unwrap one of the candies and pop it into your mouth, moving it from one cheek to another, savoring the flavor. Jia Yi watches you carefully before imitating you, his face brightening as soon as he put the candy in his mouth. You giggle at the sight.

“Wow, this one tastes so good,” Jia Yi looks at you with sparkling eyes.

“I know, right? That one is my favorite flavor,” you chuckle at his childlike amazement.

The two of you spend a few moments enjoying the candies before Jia Yi speaks up again. He plays with the crinkly wrappers as he speaks.

“So, what do you like to do?” he asks, blinking innocently at you.

“Hmm, not much,” you shrug, contemplating on the answer.

“Oh come on, I see you and your friend in the book club sometimes,” Jia Yi shyly admits, “I was just passing by.”

“Well, I do love reading,” you smile, “What about you? I heard you’re on the football team or something.”

“Me? On the football team? Now that’s a good joke,” Jia Yi snorts, giving you a look of disbelief.

“What? Really? I thought all popular guys play football or something,” you hum, a little embarrassed that you had just assumed something that isn’t true.

“Nope, it’s just a stereotype,” he chuckles at your dumbfounded expression, “Wenhan does like playing football though.”

“Huh...there must be a lot of things I have wrong about you guys then,” you ponder, resting your chin in a hooked finger.

“Maybe. I can tell you what’s wrong and what’s right if you list them out,” Jia Yi suggests, “We can get to know each other that way.”

“Okay, sounds good to me. Can I start? I have a lot,” you look up at him sheepishly.

“Go ahead,” he laughs.

Time flies past as the two of you exchange stories and share laughter. You have to admit that you misjudged them and so you apologized to Jia Yi, the guilt escaping you after. After calming down from your hundredth fit of laughter, you take a peek at the clock and then back at Jia Yi.

“Hey, I think we should head home now,” you sigh, shoving your phone into your pocket.

“Good idea. It’s getting late,” Jia Yi stands up, holding out a hand.

You take his hand and he pulls you up. He pulls a little too hard and you stumble right into his chest. Both of you are too afraid to move for a moment and so you stood in his embrace for a minute or two before awkwardly pulling away. Cheeks red, you apologize to Jia Yi as he does the same.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you make your way home. Jia Yi had offered to walk you home even though you live right across. He had insisted and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little weak when he pulled out his puppy dog face.

“Alright, this is me,” you shyly tell him, rocking back and forth, hands behind your back.

“Goodnight, y/n. See you tomorrow,” Jia Yi smiles.

You expect him to leave, but as you open the door to your apartment complex, the tall blond is still standing there, smiling. He notices you’re watching him and he waves. You wave back before quickly closing the door and heading upstairs. You let out a sigh of relief when you make it safely back into your room. Opening the glass doors, you step out into the balcony, enjoying the night breeze. You look down and nearly fall off when you see that Jia Yi is still down there. He notices you up there and gives you a thumbs up before running off.

You find yourself blushing at his gentlemanly actions, making sure you got back safe. You can’t help but smile a little. You had definitely misunderstood him before and you regret not getting to know him earlier. You hadn’t realized that he was so sweet and funny and he is an exemplary company.

Shaking your head, you get rid of the thought of Jia Yi. You remind yourself that you would never fall for his or his friends’ charms. Looking out at the brightly lit city, you wonder where Spider Man is. Perhaps he doesn’t have time to visit you today. You wait out a little longer before you head back in.

---

“Oh. My. Gosh,” your friend nearly knocks the both of you over as she rams into you.

“Ack! You’re gonna knock us both over,” you whine, trying to steady the both of you.

“Sorry, sorry,” she halfheartedly apologizes, “But that selfie with Spider Man though!”

“Shhhh! Keep it down, will you,” you hiss.

“This is so exciting! Are you sure you didn’t photoshop that?” your friend asks, suddenly a little skeptical.

“I promise I didn’t photoshop that,” you huff, jutting out your bottom lip.

“Okay, I believe you. You have to let me meet him one day though,” your friend winks.

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle at her teasing tone but agree to her request. The two of you make your way into the classroom and as usual, Jia Yi and his friends are already inside. Usually, you would ignore them, but you decided to wave to Jia Yi.

Jia Yi notices you and waves back enthusiastically, his smile widening. You giggle a little before settling down in your seat and greeting Jolin as well. Your friend sits down behind you and you turn so that you’re facing her. Her expression is priceless, jaw on the floor, eyes bulging.

“What?” you laugh.

“Did you just wave and smile at Jia Yi?” your friend gasps.

“Yeah, I did,” you shrug.

“Since when did you two become friends?” she asks, eyes darting between you and Jia Yi who is back to chatting animatedly with his friends.

“Yesterday. I really misjudged them,” you sigh sadly, “Jia Yi’s really nice actually.”

“Are you serious? You literally like hated him just two days ago,” your friend says.

“Okay, I never hated him...that’s a strong word. Plus, I said I misjudged him. Jia Yi’s really sweet,” you shake your head.

“Well spill the tea!” your friend shakes you violently.

“Ah, fine!” you groan, shoving her hands off, “I’ll tell you later though. Jia Yi and his friends are literally right there.”

“Oh~ Are you shy?” your friend teases, winking at you.

“I’m not, oh my gosh. It’s embarrassing though,” you facepalm.

“I think you have a crush~” your friend sings, making you groan.

“Fine, I won’t tell you then,” you huff, crossing your arms, slowly turning to face the front.

You feel her hand grip your shoulder and you turn back to face her, smirking, “What?”

“Sorry, tell me later,” she squints her eyes, “threatening” you. Giggling, you turn to face forward again.

Next to you, Jia Yi watches you carefully while chatting with his friends. Although your conversation was quiet, Jia Yi heard his name come up a couple of times and every time you said his name, he felt his heart skip a beat. The way you had said it so endearingly made him gush.

“Did she really just wave at you?” Wenhan’s gasps, poking at Jia Yi to catch his attention.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Jia Yi nods, his eyes still on you.

“Since when did that happen?” Guan Yue tugs at Jia Yi’s arm, causing him to look away from you.

“Yesterday. We met up for the project, but it was too awkward so we went to the candy shop to talk instead,” Jia Yi sighs dreamily, recounting the memories of yesterday.

“Eyy, I told you she likes you,” Wenhan laughs, winking.

Jia Yi simply rolls his eyes, chuckling along, “She doesn’t.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Hanyu smirks, “She definitely likes you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up! We’re just friends...I just got on her good side yesterday,” Jia Yi pouts.

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” Wenhan chuckles before leading Chunyang away back to their seats just as the teacher walks in.

---

Over the next month, you and Jia Yi become close. You even begin talking to a few of his friends and getting to know them. You find yourself enjoying their company, especially Jia Yi’s. He even invited you over when he dyed his hair to a deep chocolate-brown color. You had anticipated seeing his other friends that day, but you did not. It was only you and Jia Yi and to say that you enjoyed those few hours with him would be an understatement. You didn’t want to, but you had to confess to yourself that you now have a huge crush on Jia Yi.

Finally, the school year comes to a quick end and you wave goodbye to your friend as she dashes off to the car waiting in front of the school so she can rush to the airport. Unfortunately, she will not be there for break and you begin to feel a little lonely as you wave goodbye to her.

Shivering, you begin to make your way back home, trudging along with your backpack weighing you down. You spot Spider Man in his bright red and blue suit at his usual spot and your face lights up. You quickly jog over to him.

“Hey, Spider Man,” you smile.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while,” Spider Man chuckles.

“That’s true...almost for a whole month,” you frown, “Busy saving people, huh?”

He hesitates a little, “Yeah...lots of people.”

“It’s alright, I’ve been pretty busy with studying too. Plus, there was that big final project I told you about and my partner and I have just been hanging out a lot after,” you paused, “To work on the project of course…”

“Oh, who is your partner?” Spider Man asks, suddenly seeming even more interested in the conversation.

“Uh, you probably don’t know him,” you shyly chuckle. You didn’t want to expose your crush on your schoolmate by sounding too dreamy when describing him. You didn’t even really want to admit that you have a crush on Jia Yi.

“Aww, tell me the name at least?” Spider Man begs and you can tell he’s giving you puppy dog eyes underneath his mask.

You hesitate, “J-Jia Yi…”

“Hmm...I’ve heard that name before,” Spider Man cheekily replies before scooping you into his strong arms and whisking the both of you away back to your apartment.

“Oh, you have?” you nervously ask as the two of you land on your balcony.

You unlock the doors and step in, inviting Spider Man in as well. He happily strolls in and takes a seat by your desk. You shuffle over to your bed and flop down, rolling onto your stomach. You use your arms to support your head so that you can face Spider Man.

“Yup,” Spider Man chuckles, “I know him pretty well actually.”

“That’s cool! He’s never told me that he knows you,” you hum.

“I guess he wants to keep it a secret,” there is an undetectable emotion in Spider Man’s voice. It almost sounds like he wants to tell you something, but chose not to.

“So...do you have Christmas off? Is Mr. Stark giving you a day off at least?” you ask, changing the subject.

“Well, it’s my duty to protect the city so Mr. Stark said he’d officially give me a week off but encourages that I try my best to help out that week,” he chuckles, “I don’t think Mr. Stark really wants me to do anything though since I cause him a lot of trouble.”

“Aww, I’m sure he doesn’t think you cause him trouble,” you hum, “You’re the best help there is.”

Spider Man chuckles shyly, “Thanks, but I really do cause him trouble sometimes. I appreciate the week off though.”

“You should come by to visit during your week off then!” you happily suggest, hoping he will accept the offer.

“I’ll definitely stop by,” you can see his attempt to wink through the mask, “But if you’re hoping I’d come without a suit, then you’re wrong. I can’t leak my identity.”

You let out a small, playful whine, “Aww, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I pinky promise.”

He giggles and lazily ruffles your hair a little, “Sorry, no can do. As much as I trust you, I can’t disobey such an important order from Mr. Stark.”

“Even as much as you trust me?” you slowly lean in closer, lowering the tone of your voice.

“Y-yeah…”Spider Man stutters, but he doesn’t lean away.

You stare up at him, eyes darting back and forth between each eye-hole of the mask. Your shaky hand steadily moves up to his face as you slowly move closer towards Spider Man. You gulp quietly as you find the edge of his mask and carefully begin tugging it upwards, revealing his sharp jaw and pouty lips.

You’re sure he can feel your breath down his neck, as he gives you a nervous smile. You recognize that smile...you could recognize it anywhere. You let out a small gasp and his smile falters before he takes a step back and harshly pulls his mask back down. You feel a blush growing on your cheeks. You think you know who it is and you’re pretty sure it’s him.

Spider Man frantically trips around until he makes it out, onto your balcony. He gracefully hops on the railing as you nervously shuffle towards him.

“A-ah...uh...I have to go now. Bye,” he waves before leaping off the railings and into the cityscape.

You sigh, leaning on the railings where Spiderman had just jumped off of. You watch carefully as your suited hero swings from building to building, his silhouette getting smaller and darker.

As the first week of break pass by and Spider Man has not visited. You’re worried that you had scared him off and now he won’t ever come back. But, as promised, Spider Man pays you a visit on Christmas day.

You glance at the clock and groan at the time. It’s already two in the morning. Your parents are out partying while you decided to stay home. Suddenly, a soft knock shakes you out of your thoughts and you bounce off your bed and rush to the double doors.

“Spider Man! You came-” you cut yourself off as he collapses into your arms.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. Wait, I need to sit,” he groans, trying to stand up.

You carefully help him to your chair and he slides out of your arms and drops heavily in the chair. You frantically look him over before rushing to the bathroom to get a first aid kit out. Luckily, there seems to not be any major injuries on his body. However, his whole mask is stained dark red by blood, whether it was his or someone else’s, you didn’t know.

“Hey, stay with me, okay?” you tell him softly, opening the kit, “Are there any injuries that are hiding under that suit?”

“N-no...it’s mainly my face,” he winces with each word.

“Okay, I need you to take off your mask,” you try to stop the shaking in your voice.

“I c-can’t,” he groans.

“This is serious! I can’t just let you bleed out here,” you cry out, “Why didn’t you just go back to Mr. Stark?”

“I wanted to s-see you…” he takes a deep breath, “In case anything happened.”

Your eyes soften, “Spider Man...you don’t have to worry about me. I should be the one worrying instead and I do worry a lot about you. Now take off that mask and let me help you.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before Spider Man cautiously pulls off his mask. The wait is painfully slow as he tries to avoid irritating the cuts and bruises as he peels the mask off. You patiently wait, damp, cold cloth in hand. Your eyes widen as the mask lifts above his nose. Your suspicions were right. It is him.

“J-Jia Yi…” his name tumbling out of your mouth.

He looks at you shyly, attempting a smile, “Hope you’re not disappointed.”

The sight of him all bloody and bruised makes you tear up. You shake your head, trying to contain your tears as you carefully begin to clean the dark blood off his face. He reaches for your free hand and you let him hold it. You wince every time he winces.

“I’m far from disappointed,” you mumble after a small period of comfortable silence, still carefully cleaning his face.

“Really?” you can see the hopefulness sparkle in his eyes.

You nod shyly, dropping the cloth. You reach up and gently brush his hair away so that you can get a full view of his face. You frown at all the cuts and bruises he has. His lips are a little swollen, a huge cut decorating it. His eyes are slightly puffy and teary and his nose is painted black and blue with bruises.

You finish patching him up and offer him a clean set of your father’s clothes. You let him take a shower and after he’s done, the two of you sit on the ground, leaning against your bed. You sit in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. A sudden surge of confidence surges through you and you open your mouth to speak.

“Y-you know, I’m glad you’re Spider Man. I would’ve been disappointed if it were anyone else,” you confess.

“Really?” his head whips to face you. His eyes search yours and you look away shyly. Both of you shift so that you’re facing each other.

“I…” you contemplate for a second, “I really like you.”

You look down, flushing, afraid of Jia Yi’s reaction. You feel his fingers tickling your cheek as he softly tucks a strand of stray hair behind your ear. You look up at him through your lashes and feel your face get even warmer. He has the widest (well as wide as his cut would allow him to smile), most charming, most dazzling smile on his face.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he chuckles, pulling you closer.

Your eyes immediately flutter shut as he cradles your head and pulls you closer to him. Your lips collide with his and you can feel his shallow breath fanning your face. You lean into the kiss, but he pulls away, wincing. You gasp and frantically ghost your thumb over his lip.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot about your cut,” you rest your hand on his cheek, nearly crying.

He simply laughs, “It’s okay, I forgot too.”

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“More than okay,” he smiles, gently pulling your hand off his face and lacing his fingers between yours.

He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. You stare into his soft eyes and he stares back. A small, shy smile makes its way onto your face.

---

“I can’t believe you’re dating Jia Yi now! You two are literally the most obvious, yet unexpected couple honestly,” your friend rants.

You simply chuckle but look past her. Your eyes settle onto your tall boyfriend who is animatedly chatting with his friends. He seems to notice a pair of eyes on him and looks up. He shoots you a wink, causing you to blush, before going back to chat with his group.

“So, any juicy secrets to spill?” your friend giggles, nudging you, bringing you out of your daydream.

“Secrets?” you give her a teasing smile, “Oh, a whole lot.”

You smile at her before making your way to the classroom, leaving your friend flustered and curious. She chases after you, asking question after question. You laugh to yourself. There are definitely times where you want to show off your boyfriend. He has saved so many lives and you’re proud of him. However, you couldn’t have wished for anything better, even if you have to keep your boyfriend’s superhero identity a secret.

AHHH I COULDN’T FIND ANY GIFS WITH HIM IN THE SPIDER MAN SUIT :((

~Admin Liz ♡

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