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taliaquinn · 4 years ago

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Why Me!? Chapter 18

You guys really are mini-dectives so I am just going to put this warning out. I might mix up my times, due to the fact that in the story, the setting is in both Gotham and Paris, both of which are in completely different timezones. So yeah just a PSA :)

Both Parties were staring at each other, one in shock the other in fear.

“Hey guys, uh t-that was an illusion for uh a magic trick I was practicing since I am a secret magician wellnotsecretsecretsinceuhsinceobviously I have to perform but uh yeah that was uh an illusion…..” Marinette trailed off at the deadpan faces that Jason and Dick had. They were not buying it.

“Nice try pixie pop explain now” Jason demanded. One normal sibling that was all he asked for. He quickly walked over to help Dick sit up from where he was laying on his couch.

“Marinette it's okay you can trust us, we’ll help with whatever it is,” Dick said, looping his arm over Jason's shoulder.

Glancing between the two she was having an internal debate. Should she just tell the truth? It would be nice to no longer have to hide her alter ego and get a little bit more of support. But Jason is a civilian, Dick at Least is a cop. She couldn’t put them at risk like that. Hmm, Tell the truth or lie? Decisions decisions.

“Fine”

“I’m ladybugs helper” Lying won today.

“Hold up what?” Jason was confused but a little regardless he had a little bit of hope reignite. “Who is ladybug?”

Marinette let out a sigh of relief and out of exhaustion, both emotional and physical. “Ladybug is a superhero in my city, she sometimes needs help when the villain Hawkmoth is a bit too strong.”

“Wait so you are a superhero?” Dick asked cautiously. What was it with these Wayne kids? Is it genetic?

“WHAT!? No, it's just uh a lot of akumas come from my class so I would give Ladybug a heads up” Marinette couldn’t help the shiver that ran up her spine when she said this “somehow lead to me becoming the unofficial helper” Marinette paused before coming up with the next part of her lie “Chat, her partner was uh decommissioned, she gave me his ring and Kwami to take care of” She quickly went into her purse and pulled out a protesting Plagg out by his tail to show them.

“See” she showed them the now grumpy upside down Plagg to the dumbfounded pair.

“Hold up, what you're telling me is that you aren't a superhero, just an assistant, a gal in the chair?” Jason said elatedly. His dreams and hopes alight once again.

No. “Yes,” Guilt was crashing down on her now. How did Lila manage to lie constantly? She felt so dirty with each lie that she spewed.

“That's nice, you know your sister's secret,” Plagg piped up “Hello I'm Plagg god of darkness, one quick thing to add QUIT HOLDING ME UPSIDE DOWN WOMAN” he yelled. Marinette immediately released him. Whoops.

Plagg quickly swooped over to Dick who was still processing the newly revealed secrets. “I can't believe I was manhandled like that. I wanna switch babysitters, Hey got any camembert?” Plagg immediately asked, swooping in Dicks face before noticing the bruises “Hey what's up with the bandages, DID MARINETTE ABUSE YOU TOO!!” he gasped.

“Plagg” Marinette scolded before quickly sidestepping Jason to make her way to Dick to check up on him. Looks like she found Bludhaven Dingwatt?

“How did this even happen?”

“Uh Motorcycle accident, I called Jason to help me tow it with his…. truck”

“Jason owns a truck?” Crap. Note to self get Bruce to pay for a new truck for Jason.

“Yep I most totally do, it's really nice and really expensive with custom wheels and leather seats” Jason replied. Doing a mental happy dance. He was getting a new truck!!! He was going to milk this lie for all it's worth and best of all Bruce is going to be forced to pay for it! Santa came early this year.

Dick shot Jason a glare while Marinette was busy poking his torso.

“So…..you're Ladybugs assistant? Do you have like your own hideout or lair or something?”

“Are you joking? Nope I help her and this other girl run a website called BugOut and I make sure to take note of Akuma attacks and try to somehow find a pattern, unfortunately, I recently became a babysitter to two mini gods” She said glaring at Plagg who was busy rummaging through Marinette's desk.

It has been 30 minutes since he has been fed. He was starving for some cheesy goodness. The audacity.

“Who's the second one?” Jason asked, trying to pull the cat god out of his little sister's desk. “Hands off Gramps” Plagg spit out zooming to avoid getting caught.

“Kaalki come on out,” Marinette asked, Kaalki zoomed out to offer her paw to Dick who was now sitting on Marinette's bed. Which was comfier than the sofa.

“Greetings, May I ask what family do you descend from?”

“Oh my gosh she’s a mini Alfred,” Dick squealed.

“So Like basically you work as Ladybugs, Paris’s Heroine, girl in the chair?” Jason asked, biting into the pastry while holding a struggling Plagg who he finally caught.

“Yep,” Marinette answered, checking Dicks Bandages wrapped around his torso and making sure he was made comfortable. Motorcycle accident my as-

“Now explain how you got trapped babysitting this mangy cat, the other one seems nice enough”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!”

“Jason let Plagg go before he bites you, trust me he will, and like I said Chat Noir was decommissioned, now it’s my job to babysit him until a new wielder is found”

“But no superheroing right?” Dick asked giving Kaalki a small bit of pastry

‘No superheroing at alllll” Marinette replied. She needed to switch the conversation, she was feeling too much like Lila now.

“Anyways would you guys mind keeping this a secret?” The last thing she wanted was for Mr.Wayne to start nosing around.

“Maribug this seems dangerous, we’ve seen how the attacks have destroyed buildings, killed Chat Noir, It’s only because of Ladybugs cure thingy majig that everything is restored” Jason explained. What if she was used as leverage against Ladybug?

“Plus how are you planning on hiding this from everyone else for long?” Dick was already making a mental plan on how to help her regardless “It didn’t take long for us to figure it out”

“Uh lemme figure that part out” Marinette was gonna have to start planning “Speaking of which, how did you guys figure out it was a fake me on the bed?”

“Beats me, it was dick wad over here who figured it out”

“Let's chalk it up to older brother instincts and leave it at that” Dick teased. He was the original Robin. He practically wrote the handbook on “Sneaking out of Wayne Manor 101”.

“He’s also a mother hen”

“Yeah that too”

Agreste Manor Paris, France 6:00 a.m

Adrien walked up the stairs to his home heartbroken. He has just lost his very best friend. He has lost his job. His only escape from the pressures of being an Agreste. He needed it back. He will get it back no matter what. Right now all Adrien needed was someone to talk to. His father was very obviously a no. Nino was a definite negative. He had broken up with Alya, his other good friend.

The last thing he wanted to do was be dragged into another conflict. He was already dealing with the whole Lila and Marinette conflict. Wait a minute. Marinette. Marinette can be trusted. He can talk to her!!!

Immediately whipping out his phone he clicked on Marinette's contact and held it up to his ear. Ready to confess his secret and talk with her.

Line Disconnected

What!? Nononono this had to be a mistake. He retried again quickly. After being met with the same message he called Chloe.

After a dial tone, Chloe picked up “Adrien? Do you know what time it is?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“Sorry Chlo, it's just....do you know what happened to Marinette, I know she's in the States with family, but why isn't she answering? Her phone is disconnected” Adrien asked apologetically. The other end was completely silent before Chloe started shuffling around before releasing a sigh

“Not that it's any of your business, but Marinette doesn't really wanna talk to any of her old classmates”

“What about me?”

“Especially you”

“WHAT!?

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aver-no · 4 years ago

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Real to Me (Princess and the Frog AU) Chapter 1

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Summary: Virgil’s closer than ever to getting his dream, Pat’s prince is finally coming, and the Creativitwins are here, queer, and- shit.

Relationships: Platonic moxiety, familial creativitwins, eventual prinxiety

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Remus, and Janus (eventually Logan and C!Thomas)

Warnings: Unsympathetic Janus (I promise he gets a redemption arc) and like. one very minor swear word (lmk if I need to add anything else)

Word count: 4343

A/N: Heyyyy... so this chapter. Was NOT meant to be this long lmao, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!! I worked really hard on it, and as always reblogs are very much appreciated :) (Also feel free to drop by my ask box if you have any questions!!)

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Virgil groaned as he fumbled for the off button on his alarm clock. Another day. He rolled out of bed, narrowly avoiding the beat-up nightstand, working the kinks out of his neck. He quickly straightened out his sheets and stepped over to the old (“it’s vintage”) mirror his mama’d given him. Virgil wanted to make sure he was presentable, if only so he’d be stared at as little as possible. He tugged at his tight curls and grimaced. He’d slept in his work clothes to save time in the morning (lord knows he needed all the sleep he could get) but it left him looking a little rumpled. Virgil could see bags under his eyes too, and there was no time to put on makeup. He sighed. The outsides are just gonna have to match the insides today.

Virgil shuffled over to his closet to grab his coat. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at the sight of his dad’s picture, right next to the illustration he’d given Virgil so many years ago. Working three jobs suddenly didn’t seem as soul-crushing as before. He grabbed the black coat, quickly shrugged it on, and dashed out the door, snatching his hat at the last minute – it might rain later.

Virgil got to the corner just as the tram was pulling up, green paint and white stripes as dull as ever. The door opened and Virgil was eternally grateful someone he knew was at the wheel. He didn’t think he could handle the stress of wondering if they were going to go off the tracks. He gave a small smile to the portly man driving. “Hi, Charlie.”

“Hey Virgil!” Charlie looked him over sympathetically. “You’re lookin’ a bit roughed up today, son. Didn’t get much sleep?”

Virgil internally grimaced, knowing he’d probably be getting comments like that all day. He just forced a laugh as he reached the top of the steps and replied “Gotta pay the bills. You know how it is.” He wasn’t going to mention he could pay the bills just fine with one job. Or that he was probably chasing a pipe dream.

“Ha, yeah,” and a sympathetic look were the only responses Virgil got. That was fine. Uncomfortable people didn’t ask you questions.

Virgil walked down the dirty aisle of the tram. There were some empty seats, the hard plastic kind that public transport always has, but he just grabbed hold of one of the metal poles in the middle of the aisle.

Every once in a while, Virgil felt his eyes close for a few milliseconds longer than he’d normally let them. He didn’t want to let his guard down, lest he be pickpocketed or trampled or find himself in any other scenario anyone else might call “unlikely,” but it took an astounding amount of effort to pry his lids open every time. Virgil tried to fight it by staring at the people and cars passing by. New Orleans was as lively as ever. Even at 5:30 in the morning, there were jazz musicians playing on street corners and people dancing beside them, looking like there was nowhere else they’d rather be.

Virgil unfortunately became quite familiar with that fact as he stepped off the tram, almost running into a line of musicians as they paraded down the street. He started to get increasingly impatient as the trumpet, then the trombone, then the drummer danced by. Just as there was a break in the line and Virgil could see the street he needed to take to Duke’s Cafe, a large man with a handkerchief grabbed his hand and swung Virgil around in a circle. Affronted, Virge pushed the man’s hand away and quickly walked in the direction of the restaurant. Some people need to learn personal space.

一

“Wait Remus, I’m going to- ! Oof!”

Cackling could be heard as a fancifully dressed man with loose, dark curls piled on his head slammed into the railing of the ship.

“But Roman,” Remus said innocently, “I thought you said you were excited to get on land.” He waltzed up to the man pushing himself away from the edge of the boat.

“That doesn’t mean push me off the ship!!” Roman playfully shoved Remus.

“Eh, you didn’t fall or anything,” Remus shrugged.

The other rolled his eyes as the boat slowly pulled up to the docks, allowing the men aboard to see the photographers and reporters waiting to catch a glimpse. As soon as the ship pulled in view, flashes started to go off, capturing its gleaming white hull and a man standing behind the railing. As Roman flashed a practiced grin, Remus stepped away from the railing, as if hoping to prolong the time he had before stepping off the boat. When the ship began to pull to a stop though, the twins walked over to where the stairs led down to the dock, one with excitement in his eyes, the other with distaste. Roman struck a pose, hands on his hips (easy access for elbowing Remus), and flung off his crown to dash down the steps. Remus chased after him, determined not to be left on the boat (again), only pausing when he physically ran into Roman at the bottom of the stairway.

“Ro, what th-?!”

“Prince Roman! Over here!! Did you see you were declared most eligible bachelor by the Times-Picayune?”

Remus squinted at the reporter that called out to them. To Roman, anyway. Most eligible bachelor? Really?? That’s the dumbest question I’ve ever heard.

Roman, however, grinned and drifted to the center of the crowd. “Well no, you see, I just arrived, but to say I’m surprised would be-”

“Prince Roman! What do you think of New Orleans? Have you received your invitation to Eli La Bouff’s masquerade?”

Remus’ expression soured. Masquerades were lame anyway. He tried to push his way toward his brother. “Roman, come on-”

“I’ve found this city quite welcoming so far,” Roman didn’t acknowledge Remus, he just paused to beam around at the crowd, “and I’m looking forward to seeing more of it. In fact-”

“In fact,” Remus cut in, finally reaching that asshole, “we’d enjoy it more if we did some sightseeing.” He shoved Roman away from the crowd without waiting for a response. He hated reporters. He wasn’t even allowed to talk around them because apparently what the press hears is “important to our reputation” and if he doesn’t watch his language, “rumors might spread.” It was one time! And who would actually believe that Roman uses cacti as dildos? The whole thing’s all shit on a stick if you ask him.

“Oh, yes! Sightseeing!!” Roman clapped his hands excitedly and followed Remus off into the city.

一

Roman couldn’t remember when, but at some point he had lost Remus in the busy streets. It was definitely after he’d changed into street clothes, but before he passed the place grilling shrimp… The prince wasn’t too worried about his brother, but having a loose Remus on the town probably wasn’t great for the people of New Orleans.

Ro’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a trumpet blaring a couple blocks down. His head shot up and he took off down the road, drinking in all the sights around him. Every once in a while, he’d wink at a stranger, or maybe strum his ukulele in tune with the sounds of the city.

As the prince reached the end of the block, he saw a line of musicians dancing down the street. Roman’s face lit up and he chased after them. When he caught up he strummed along with the group and called, “Mind if I join?”

“Hey, we can always use another!” a dancing man with a handkerchief shouted back.

“Ashidanza!” Roman danced off after the band. These guys’ll probably show me all around the city.

They walked down several streets, each as exciting as the next. There were so many people milling about, so many smells and sounds, so many lights strung up between balconies, and restaurants on every corner. He flashed his most heart-stopping grins at the people they passed, drawing blushes left and right. His eyes only lingered on a few, before he danced on.

The group of musicians passed by a diner that smelled particularly good, and a tall man with a strong jaw caught Roman’s eye. He spun around, strumming louder to catch the man’s attention all while eyeing him up and down. Tight curls, glowing skin, dark eyes? Looked a little tired, but handsome nonetheless. Yeah, that deserves a wink. But as soon as the man turned away from the table he was cleaning, he just rolled his eyes at Roman’s antics and walked back inside the diner. Roman simply shrugged and lost himself to the music.

The group continued for a few blocks until they found a fairly empty road and started to really play off each other. Now this is what I signed up for. Roman cheered and whooped along with the others, and slowly a crowd formed.

It’d already been a few hours since he’d seen Remus but… what’s a few minutes longer?

一

“Order up!” Virgil held back a grimace at Buford’s gruff voice and the dinging of the bell. He turned to walk towards the back counter with his tray and pushed imaginary flyaways away from his forehead.

“Another coffee over here, Cher!” The man at a nearby table called.

“Gotcha, Eddie.” Virgil internally sighed and poured the coffee into the cup, eyeing Buford every once in a while to make sure he wasn’t gonna start slamming the bell again.

“Hey Virgil!”

He threw out a quick “Mornin’ Georgia” while placing a woman’s plate down.

“Hey, how you doin’ Virgil?” another voice called.

Virgil finally looked up to find a whole group of people sitting around a table, and hoisted the coffee pitcher off his tray to serve them. “Hey y’all.”

Georgia grabbed the mug he just filled for her. “We’re all goin’ out dancin’ tonight, care to join us?”

There were some words of assent amongst the group, but Virgil just protested, “You know I don’t dance. Besides, I’m-” he handed a napkin to a dirty four year old he wouldn’t have even come near if it wasn’t his job. “Need a napkin? I’m gonna work a double shift tonight.” Virgil strode over to a well-dressed man putting a napkin around his collar. “Here’s your hotcakes.” He folded his empty tray to his side and turned back to Georgia’s group. “I’m just really busy right now-”

“Again?” Georgia interrupted. “All you ever do is work.” She looked so disappointed Virgil almost felt bad. Almost.

Buford’s bell dinged. “Order up!”

“Maybe next time,” Virgil called over his shoulder, knowing full well it was a lie. He thought he might’ve heard someone say “I told y’all he wouldn’t come.” But that was probably just his imagination.

Buford cut him out of his thoughts, “You daydreaming ‘bout that damn restaurant again?”

Virgil deadpanned. “Buford. Your eggs are burning.”

He scrambled to get them off the griddle, but kept going off on Virgil. “You ain’t never gonna get enough for the down payment.”

“I’m gettin’ close,” the waiter scowled indignantly.

“Yeah? How close?” Buford was just mocking him now.

Virgil pushed down his frustration to demand, “Where are my flapjacks?”

The chef didn’t seem to notice Virgil’s impending anger, just laughing out, “You got about as much chance of getting that restaurant as I do of winning the Kentucky Derby!” Virgil’s lip curled into a snarl, but Buford kept going. “Saddle me up, y’all! It’s post time! Giddyup!” Virgil heard the worst trumpet imitation he’d ever had the displeasure to witness coming from behind him as he stormed off with the food piled on his tray. Just ignore him. Just… just ignore them. You’re getting there.

The bell dinged and Virgil looked up to welcome the customer, brightening a little when he saw who it was. Thank god. An easy customer. “Morning, Mr. La Bouff.”

“Morning, Virgil,” Eli rumbled as he pulled the chair out from his usual table and opened the morning paper.

Virgil placed the eggs and flapjacks on an old woman’s table. “Congratulations on being voted King of the Mardi Gras parade.”

“Caught me completely by surprise! For the fifth year in a row,” Eli joked. Virgil smiled good-naturedly at Mr. La Bouff’s hearty laugh. “Now, how ‘bout I celebrate with some-”

“Beignets?” the waiter placed a plate in front of the large man. “Got a fresh batch waiting for you.”

“Well keep ‘em comin’ till I pass out,” Mr. La Bouff laughed gleefully.

Virgil had just given his most indulgent customer service smile and turned toward the kitchen when the door slammed open and left a blond boy with a light blue jacket and a cream waistcoat beaming in the doorway. He stood there for only a split second before jumping up to Virgil, shouting, “Vee!!! Virgil Virgil Virgil, did you hear the news??” He plopped down into the chair across from Mr. La Bouff to say “Tell him Daddy!!”

Mr. La Bouff slowly swallowed and held up his paper to show the front cover displaying a handsome man with loose curls and a dimpled smile. “Oh yes,” Eli started, “Prince Roman-”

“Prince Roman is coming to New Orleans!!” Patton interjected, giggling excitedly. “Isn’t he amazing?” His face got all dreamy before continuing, “Tell Vee what you did, Daddy!”

“Well, I invited-”

“Daddy invited the prince to our masquerade ball tonight!!” Pat jumped up excitedly, then seemed to realize he was making a scene and sat down to continue a little quieter, “Tell him what else you did!” Mr. La Bouff paused to look at Patton for a minute, expecting him to interject again, but Pat stayed silent. He looked to his daddy and beamed, “Go on.”

“And he’s staying-”

“He-” Pat started, but then caught himself, deciding to shove a beignet in his mouth instead.

“...And he’s staying in our house as my personal guest,” Eli finished proudly.

Patton nodded excitedly, and Virgil looked at them both with wide eyes. “Pat, that’s amazing! It’s a lot, but… amazing.” He walked back to the kitchen to grab another batch of beignets, and when he got back he placed the treats in front of them and rested his hand on Pat’s shoulder. “A little word of advice: My mama always said, ‘The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.’”

“Don’t I know it,” Pat laughed, taking a big bite of his pastry before gasping, “Wait, that’s it! Virge, you are a genius!!” Virgil gave him a look of confusion from where he was placing dishes in the sink. “I’m gonna need about 500 of your beignets for the ball tonight!” Virgil looked up in alarm. 500?? Patton darted over to where his daddy was sitting and grabbed a large wad of cash from his wallet. “Will this about cover it?”

The waiter stood there speechless for a few moments before forcing himself to reach out to take the money Pat was shoving at him. “I- yeah. Yes, this- this should cover it just fine, Pat.” A rare smile slowly grew on his face and he looked up at the La Bouffs gratefully. “This- this is it... I’m actually getting my restaurant!”

Patton hugged Virgil tight and bounced him around, squealing, “It’s gonna be amazing Virge!” Suddenly, he let go, gasping, “I’d better get ready.” He grabbed his daddy and shoved him towards the door. “Tonight my prince is coming!!”

“Everything looks good to me, Mr. Fenner.” Virgil looked away from the building (his building!) as the man in question began to get up to haul the “For Sale” sign away. Another, much shorter man with the same nose and mustache walked by where Virgil stood. “.....And Mr. Fenner.”

“We’ll have all the paperwork ready to sign first thing after Mardi Gras,” the taller of the brothers announced.

“I’ll be at the La Bouff’s masquerade ball, how ‘bout I sign them then?” He wanted his ownership confirmed as soon as possible – there was no way something this good could actually be happening to him.

“You drive a hard bargain boy,” the shorter Fenner called from the car. “We’ll see ya there!”

Virgil finally let himself take a breath once the real estate agents drove off, and stood back to take in the view of what would be his restaurant. He felt truly hopeful for the first time in a long time. He was really gonna get his restaurant. Wow.

He was startled out of his reverie by a woman sneaking behind him to say, “Table for one please.”

Virge turned to see a woman with graying hair and deep smile lines holding out a beaten up pot with a bow tied around it. “Mama!”

“Here’s a little something to help you get started,” she smiled.

Virgil’s face went soft, a little nostalgic. “Dad’s gumbo pot…” He hesitantly reached out to take it from her.

“I know,” Eudora comforted, “I miss him too.” They both stood there for a moment before his mama urged, “Well now, hurry up and open the door!”

Virgil went and unlocked the doors, and as soon as they were wide enough to walk through, said wistfully, “Look at it mama... Doesn’t it just make you wanna cry?”

Eudora took in the cobwebbed rafters and the creaky walls. “Yes…”

Virge seemed to notice her skepticism, turning to look at her after placing the pot on a lone stool. “It’s a little rickety, it’ll definitely need some sprucing up to be safe, but can’t you see it? The maitre’d is gonna be right where you’re standing, and over there’s gonna be the gourmet kitchen.” Virgil gestured to the left end of the room. “And hanging from the ceiling, a crystal chandelier! I’ve been thinking about the weight of it to make sure it doesn’t fall down, and so long as it’s not too big, I can save on the structuring of it. Of course I won’t pinch pennies too much, I want it to be safe, but-”

“You certainly have this all figured out, don’t you,” his mama laughed. “I’m sure this place is gonna be wonderful baby. It’s just…”

Virgil looked at her nervously. “What?”

“It’s a shame you’re workin’ so hard. It’s all you do,” Eudora smiled gently.

“How can I let up now that I’m so close? I’ve gotta make sure all Dad’s work means something.” I’ve gotta make him proud.

“Virgil, your daddy might not have gotten his restaurant, but he had somethin’ better,” Eudora squeezed his arm gently. “He had love.” Virgil snorted lightly. “Laugh all you want baby, but that’s all I want for you. Pat’s got his own dreams of happily ever after.” Virge’s eyebrows scrunched. “I don’t want you to be lonely. I wanna see you dance off into happily ever after too.”

Virgil stepped away from her. “Mama, I don’t have the time right now. I’m so close. Maybe when I get up and running, but right now… it’s just not an option for me.”

Eudora sighed and patted Virgil’s hand. “Alright sweetheart. I trust you.”

一

Roman stood amongst a crowd of people, all dancing and cheering. The trumpeter blared his horn, and the rest of the band energetically played along, the whole atmosphere charged with the infectious energy. A short news boy danced along with Roman, trading moves back and forth and smiling wide. After a few trades, the prince stepped to the edge of the circle to let the boy have his moment. With the space to himself, the kid dropped into a split and popped right back up.

“Ashidanza!” Roman laughed, tilting his head to some swooning admirers and immediately spinning back into the fray.

“Ro!” a familiar voice called. Roman looked up and smiled brilliantly, having caught the eye of his black-clad brother. “There you are. I should’ve been following the shrieking earlier.”

“Excuse me?” Roman dramatically placed his hand on his chest. “That is the sound of joy.”

“Sure, and you’re a heartthrob.” Roman squawked indignantly as Remus shoved him away from the crowd. “Come on, I found a restaurant that sells frog legs!!”

“What?? Ew, no. I’m staying here,” Roman dug his feet in.

“But Rooooo, they have five different sauces!! Five!!!”

“Yeah, for frog legs!”

“You got to play your jazz,” Remus argued, “so now we’re gonna eat some goddamn frog legs.”

“But I haven’t gotten to show all of my moves yet!” Roman protested. “And I’ve almost gotten enough admirers to form a fan club!”

“We should leave then, so my roguish good looks and entrancing humor don’t steal their hearts.”

“You mean your worm of a mustache and your freakish flirting?” Roman teased.

Remus glared and opened his mouth to argue, when a smooth voice came from the wall behind them. “Gentlemen!” The twins spun around to find a tall, masked man with a hooked cane and a black hat leaning casually against the wall. “Enchanté. A tip of the hat from Dr. Côté.” Roman noted that he didn’t actually tip his hat. The man – Dr. Côté – pulled a business card out of seemingly nowhere and held it out to them. “How y’all doin’?”

Remus swiped the card away before Roman could even lift his hand. “’Tarot readings, charms, potions.’” Re’s eyes shone brighter with each word. “’Dreams made real.’”

Ok, now Roman’s attention was piqued.

Remus looked up with a wild grin on his face. “You can really do that stuff?”

“Well… normally I do it for a price but… I suspect I’m in the presence of some very important people,” Dr. Côté grinned charmingly, canines glinting. The twins’ heads whipped around to share a look.

“...What other things can you do?” Roman inquired.

Dr. Côté seemed to really notice Roman for the first time. “Why don’t we take a little trip to my office and I’ll show you.”

The twins gave each other a look. Then Remus jumped up, shouting, “Come on, let’s just go already!”

First thing Roman noticed was that the “office” was not an office. Honestly, it was more of an urban cave – a nook in an alleyway off a street that was more dirt than anything else. It was filled with all sorts of things Roman never imagined would make for desirable décor. There were herbs dangling from one corner, and large masks with strange markings hanging on almost every available surface. Roman was pretty sure he saw some bones in the corner. The rugs on the floor didn’t match each other at all, but all were made of what was once probably very expensive fabric. Now it was just musty, matted, and muddled. The furniture was limited to a small, circular table in the center of the room, sitting directly beneath a chandelier that gave off an orange light, which didn’t seem to help much in the way of seeing. Roman silently vowed not to go within three feet of any of these… decorations.

“WOAH, cool bones!” Remus, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms.

“Don’t touch those!” Dr. Côté hissed. He took a deep breath and grinned, gesturing to the table Roman noticed earlier. “Why don’t you come have a seat?”

The men settled themselves around the table, Roman carefully examining his chair before sitting, just to make sure he wasn’t about to sit on anything… distasteful.

Then, Dr. Côté pulled a deck of cards seemingly out of nowhere. They didn’t seem particularly special, simply decorated with a symbol of a hand that had an eye in the center, but the voodoo man held them with reverence.

“Are you gonna do a card trick?” Remus snickered. Roman buried his smirk and elbowed his brother’s side. He did not want to make a magic man angry.

Dr. Côté simply looked up, though, giving an oily smile. “They’re tarot cards. I can tell you your past, your present… your future.” He gave a knowing look and fanned the cards out to the twins. “Go ahead. Take three.”

The princes reached out to the deck, holding their chosen cards close to their chest as if it were a card game.

The Shadow Man stared at them for a moment, as if expecting them to do something before prompting, “How ‘bout I take a look at those cards now?”

Roman grinned sheepishly and placed his cards on the table.

“Ah… now you, young man, are quite a prince,” Dr. Côté began. “A prince of fairy tales, really.” Roman thought he heard Remus huff beside him. “Your world is truly… perfect.” Something retreated inside Roman a little at the words, but he looked up when the Shadow Man asked, “But will it ever be anything else? Nothing is quite so disheartening as playing the same role all your life, huh? But when I look forward… I can see you’ll be more… very soon.”

The prince felt an anticipation swell inside him. Very soon.

Dr. Côté grinned down at Roman, then turned to Remus, peering at his cards. “Ah, yes. You’ve always been ambitious, hm?” Roman was shaken from his reverie and just barely kept from snorting. (Judging from the glare his brother aimed at him, he didn’t do a very good job.) Remus was ambitious if you considered chaotic enthusiasm to be ambition. But Dr. Côté just continued, “You could do more, be more, than they’d ever imagined. I know it. What are you going to do about it?”

Roman looked to Remus, and Remus looked down at his palms. A hand was outstretched for each of them to shake. “Well, boys?”

The world was still for a moment. And then the black-clad prince’s hand shot out and shook the voodoo man’s, the other prince soon following suit.

“Very nice.” Dr. Côté’s smile grew leering.

Then an orange smoke crept up Roman’s arm and into his mouth, and the world went dark.

A/N: Sorry, the ending came kinda fast 😅 I hope you enjoyed it anyway!! Please feel free to point out any mistakes you see, and keysmashes are VERY appreciated :D

Taglist: @midnightstorm-underthe-moon @meowthefluffy

#sanders sides #sanders side fic #prinxiety #prinxiety fic #platonic moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #sanders sides au #my fic #real to me fic #real to me #moon talks

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Can a Skeleton be Ticklish?

Arial was spending time with the Sanders sides, and reading something on her tickle fanfic page. But Arial didn't realize until it was too late, that Roman was reading her phone and now knew her secret. But...Perhaps it might've been for the better?

This prompt was sent in by @smileheart110, and features their Undertale OC, Arial. I hope you enjoy the fanfic! And if I got anything about your OC wrong, feel free to let me know in the comment or in DM's. Thanks!

This work features a shoutout to @fluffymary! I'm a HUGE fan of your fanart!

Arial was visiting the sides for a little while today. She had eaten a really warm soup and sandwich lunch meal with Patton and some of the others, and was now just hanging out in the living room with Patton and Roman. Roman was coloring in a coloring book on her left, while Patton was playing angry birds on his own phone.

What was Arial doing?

Well...She was looking at fanart on Tumblr that was made by @fluffymary! There were tons of really good fanarts of the Sanders Sides, coincidentally. Looking at the pictures were making her a little flustered, but it depended on what spots the fanart focused on. Why she was looking at fanart instead of just declaring a tickle war in the middle of the living room?

Easy: Too embarrassing. As much as she’d love to, something told her a few of the sides wouldn’t be quite as amused with her childish endeavors. Specifically...Logan.

Arial soon moved on and looked down a list of lee questions. It didn’t take long for her face to flush a light magenta color. Whoops...Guess she didn’t really think this through...Now her face is all flushed and they’re all gonna notice because it’s magenta contrasting with her snow white skull. What’s she gonna say if they notice and bring something up?

“Hey Arial! Look!” Patton said to her, pointing to his phone. Arial just about jumped 5 feet, but managed to keep her composure while she looked at Patton. The phone was showing her a video of a puppy that was trying to learn to howl, but was doing a lot more baby babbles than actual howls. Arial burst out laughing and allowed her face to flush with color again. This was worth being flustered at!

“Awwww! Babbling pup!” Arial reacted.

“I know!” Patton reacted before pulling his phone away.

Arial smiled and thought of the puppy for a little longer, before focusing back on the reblogged questions. She had started to determine which numbers to answer, when she froze and looked to her right side. Roman had stopped coloring in his book and was now reading her phone!

Uh oh…

“Uuuuuh…” was all Arial could get out of her mouth.

“Can I see the phone?” Roman asked.

Arial widened her eyes and looked at him with nervous eyes. She looked down at her phone, before slowly looking back at the man who had caught her in the act. Should she give him the phone to lessen suspicion? Or should she tell him no so that she doesn’t get any more embarrassed than she already is?

Finally, Arial handed him her phone. Roman started reading the questions and picked the second one. “Would you rather be tickled on your worst spot for 5 minutes? Or on 5 less ticklish spots for 1 minute?” Roman asked out of nowhere.

Arial’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. The other sides had looked up from their entertainment to listen to the question and hear the answer. Arial felt like she wanted to sink into the void hidden under her seat and hide in space forever. Did he just seriously ask her that?

Not fully in control of her actions, Arial slowly hid her feet under the couch. “Uuuuuuh…” Arial muttered.

“Worst spot for 5 minutes, or 5 not as bad spots for 1 minute?” Roman repeated.

“5 spots for one minute.” Arial got out quick.

“Alright. Would you rather see someone else get tickled? Or have someone watch you get tickled?” Roman asked, still reading off her phone.

Arial grabbed her hair and hid her face behind her newfound hair curtains. “See someone else get tickled.”

Roman chuckled. “Would you rather be tickled with tools? Or just fingers?” Roman asked with a smirk. Arial squeaked like a mouse and sunk deeper into her seat. To make matters worse, Roman had summoned a hairbrush, a toothbrush AND a feather! All in one hand! The moment she looked up and saw THAT freaking bundle, Arial shrieked and fell into Patton’s side.

Patton giggled. “Uh oh! Is Arial flustered?” Patton teased. “Because I hate to break it to you…” Patton leaned in really close to her ear hole, “...but you just bumped into the biggest tickle monster in the house.” Patton whispered.

“Hey! I heard that! I thought I was the ultimate tickle monster?!” Roman protested.

“I mean...You are a close second…” Patton let him know. “You’re my assistant!” Patton explained.

Arial didn’t know how much more of this she could take. “Are you ticklish by any chance?” Patton asked.

“Can skeletons even be ticklish without nerves?” Virgil asked.

“Actually, bones have nerves hidden within the blood vessels that bring blood through the bones. Not only that, but bones can also contain nerve endings within the bone marrow. So anatomically, Arial could be ticklish.” Logan piped up.

Arial gulped and looked towards Logan. Logan just sent her a wink, which sent chills down her spine. Then, she looked at Roman. But Roman, being the hidden devil he was, booped Arial on the nose hole with the feather. Arial slapped the feather out of his hand. “Knock it off!” Arial ordered, growing slightly annoyed.

Suddenly, Patton wrapped his arms around her. “Uh oh! Looks like someone is getting a little impatient! Could I at least hear a pleeeeaaaase?” Patton asked with an innocent voice.

Arial whined. Did she seriously have to say please in order to get tickles from them? “I wanna hear a please first…” Roman told her.

“You gonna ask? Or you gonna stay quiet?” Patton teased.

Finally, Arial gained a slight bit of courage to say it. “Please?” Arial asked.

“Please...what?” Patton asked.

Arial whined yet again. SERIOUSLY?! “Pleasetickleme?” Arial asked.

“I think I might’ve understood what you said, but...I think I need to hear it again...just to make-”

“PLEEEEAAASE TICKLE ME!” Arial yelled.

Roman widened his eyes. “Oh my…”

Patton chuckled. “I appreciate that you said it, but I didn’t really like HOW you said it.” Patton told her. Arial let out a toddler-like whine. “Can you please ask me again...but with less attitude?” Paton asked.

Arial growled and finally shoved her hands into Patton’s sides. “AriaAAAHAHAHAHA! Nohohow hold on there, Arial!” Patton laughed, unable to stop himself from laughing from the accidental, aggressive tickles.

“You’re frustrating the poor girl, Patton. Let me help:” Roman suggested before skittering his fingers on her ribs. “Besides, I’ve always wondered how ticklish you might be.” Roman added.

Arial let out a squeal and started giggling almost immediately. “Wooooow! Not even holding anything back, huh?” Roman reacted. Logan looked over at Arial and smiled.

“I see you have ticklish ribs!” Logan commented. “Makes sense.”

“But just HOW ticklish are these ribs?” Roman asked before drumming his fingers up and down her ribs.

“NononONONOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAN!” Arial bursted out laughing.

“Whaaaat?” Roman replied.

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Arial yelled at him.

Logan chuckled and got up. “I will remind you that you were actually asking for this.” Logan added as he walked up to the scene.

“THAHAHAT WAHAHAS UHUHUHUNCAHAHAHALLED FOHOHOR!” Arial protested.

“Uncalled for, you claim?” Logan reacted. “Okay. Let’s play it that way then.” Logan sat down at the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle. “Is thiiiis uncalled for too?” Logan asked as he skittered his fingers on her feet.

Arial let out a loud, high-pitched SCREAM! She wanted to protest against him, but her cackles and quick loss of breath stopped her from even trying to talk! Logan stopped tickling her foot almost immediately. “WOW...That was...very unexpected.” Logan admitted.

“I guess her feet are her death spot!” Roman reacted. “Now, how ticklish are your armpits?” Roman asked rhetorically before lifting her right arm up past her head. Roman didn’t waste a second and had dug into her armpit almost immediately!

“OOOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOHOW DAHAHAHAHARE!” Arial yelled at him.

“Oh, you don’t think I dare touch the ticklish skeleton’s armpits? I most definitely dare!” Roman replied. “I even dare to ask Logan and Patton to join me!” Roman added.

Logan smiled and winked. “I’d love to help!” Logan replied.

“I’ve been waiting very patiently! Now is my time to SHIIINE!” Patton shouted before kneeling in front of the couch. Patton brought his hand up to her belly and was about to start tickling it. But...the shirt caved right in. Patton widened his eyes and lifted her shirt up a bit. There was indeed no belly to tickle! “...What?” Patton asked.

“IHIHIHI’M AHAHA SKEHEHELETOHOHON! IHIHI DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE AHA BEHEHELLY!” Arial explained.

Patton frowned and crossed his arms at first. But it didn’t take long for Patton to try going fo her pelvic hollows on either side. Arial squealed and fell into a hysterical laughing fit almost right away! She was swaying her body left and right, yet still couldn’t shake Patton’s hands off her upper hips. “There we go! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Arial!” Patton teased. “Who’s got such ticklish hips? Remember, no lying! Cause girls with your kind of hips CAN’T lie!” Patton teased.

Roman and Arial both bursted out laughing at that weird comment. “WHAHAHAT DOHOHOES THAHAHAHAT MEHEHEHEAN?!” Arial asked.

Patton giggled. “I was referencing the song ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ by Shakira!” Patton explained.

“Were you calling her Shakira?” Logan asked.

Patton tilted his head. “Did it...sound like I was?” Patton asked.

“It kind of did, yeah.” Logan replied briefly.

“Then yes! I did call you Shakira! You have some nice hips.” Patton said as he started poking the sides of her pelvis again.

Arial’s laughter raised an octave from both the really weird but endearing compliment, and from Patton’s poking. Arial couldn’t stop laughing for the life of her. Two people were attacking her really ticklish upper body!

“Where else should we go? Is your neck ticklish by any chance?” Roman asked before he started skittering his fingers on the neck part of her spine.

Arial curled her neck back and squeaked. “HEHEHEHehehehehey! Ehehehevihihil prihihihince!” Arial protested.

Roman guffawed. “So, I touch your armpits and you’re all like ‘Hehe! That tickles!’. But the moment I even SLIGHTLY tickle you’re like ‘Nuuu! Bad Roman! Evil Roman!’ Why is that?!” Roman reacted.

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t knohohohow.” Arial replied.

“Maybe she just can’t help the words that come out of her mouth!” Patton suggested. “Or maybe...light tickles are harder to handle than intense tickles.” Patton also suggested.

“It might be a bit of both.” Logan concluded. “I mean, how would you feel if someone just started tickling your neck for a while without stopping despite your protests?” Logan asked.

Arial looked up and smiled when she saw Logan tickle the left side of Patton’s neck. “eeEEK! No! NNNNO! Hands! Away!” Patton ordered.

“How about YOU keep your OWN hands away?” Logan suggested as he grabbed Patton’s hands and pinned them above his head with both his hands. With his arms out of the way and bent to give Logan more room to tickle, Logan leaned into his neck and blew a raspberry onto Patton’s neck. “NOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOHOHOHOGAHAHAHAN!” Patton shrieked like a child.

“See? You can’t quite think properly when you’re being tickled by someone.” Logan explained. “Buuuut...how about light tickles?” Logan asked as he adjusted his grip. With one hand holding both his arms, Logan started skittering his fingers on Patton’s neck. When it was covered, Logan would move to an exposed neck spot. Logan kept doing this so he could guarantee lots of light tickles for Patton.

“Stahahahap! Whyhyhy mehehehe?! WHYhyhyhy?! Ihihihi thohohought wehehe wehehehere tihihicklihing Ahaharial?” Patton giggled and squeaked.

Logan smiled. “I’m just proving a point.” Logan replied confidently.

By now, Roman had stopped tickling Arial and let her go. Not only that, but Roman even took the time to whisper something in Arial’s ear. With new information in her mind, Arial lifted herself up and started tickling Logan’s hips.

“BAHAHA! ARIAL, NOHOHO!” Logan jumped, collapsing onto the couch.

“You’re right: Arial no. Buuut, Patton YES!” She replied. “Go for it, Pat!” Arial declared to him.

“You got it!” Patton started quickly tickling Logan for revenge. “Can’t test a theory without testing it on yourself!” Patton declared as well.

Logan giggled and started laughing hysterically in less than a minute. Patton chose the really ticklish and juicy spots, which ended up keeping Logan down and stuck in defeat. While Arial only watched the tickle fight from there, Arial did get some information on where to go when tickling Logan. She also eventually found out Patton’s many ticklish spots when he managed to dominate Patton once again!

The day ended up turning into a big tickle fight between her, Roman, Patton, Logan and eventually Virgil. And this all wouldn’t have happened, if Arial didn’t show Roman the embarrassing list of questions on her phone.

Boy! Isn’t embarrassment a blessing sometimes?

#background virgil #ticklefic #lee!arial #switch!patton #ler!roman #switch!logan

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creampuffqueen · 4 years ago

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Deep in the Heart of Texas - Four

a/n: Hey y’all! I am so sorry this took so long to get out! This chapter really fought me for some reason, but I think I finally got it to where I like it, so here it is! Currently I’m on vacation, and sadly, our WiFi went down yesterday and hasn’t come back. So I’m posting this by jumping on my personal hotspot for a second, then getting off. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy! Likes, reblogs, and comments are most appreciated <3

Summary: Aelin Galathynius is ready for the best summer of her life. She’s home from college for the summer, and so are all of her friends. Even her cousin is on a break from the military. Everything is set up to be perfect. Until… her mother decides to let the son of an old family friend stay with them while he grieves the loss of a loved one. And Aelin is not going to let a party pooper ruin her summer.

Rowan Whitethorn has just suffered the biggest loss of his life: the death of his long-time girlfriend, Lyria. His family is sick of him moping around his tiny New York apartment, so they ship him down south for the summer. The last thing Rowan wants is to spend his vacation in Nowhereville, Texas, but he has little choice. Not to mention, the only people his age seem to hate him. How on earth is he going to survive 3 months of this?

“Hey, you!” Lys greets her as Aelin pulls into the driveway of her best friend’s house. Aelin lives on some land, but Lysandra is the one who owns land. She has several horses, cows, chickens, and some goats hanging around. Not enough to make money, just to have some fresh milk and eggs at home.

“I meant to be here earlier, but my mom made me drop off Rowan at the Terrasen Motel.” Aelin sighs.

“Why, are y’all getting rid of him?”

Aelin groans, opening up the passenger side door to let Fleetfoot out. “If only. No, the bastard has some friends in town, and asked me to take him over.”

“Well, are they at least hot? That’s the most important part.” Lysandra laughs as she and Aelin walk through the yard and towards the pasture, where the horses are.

“I dunno. I high tailed it out of there before he even stepped out of the truck.”

Lysandra is easy to be around, the kind of person you can just tell anything to. As much as Aelin loves her other friends, right now is about the time Elide, Yrene, and Nehemia would be chastising her, telling her to be kind and remember her manners.

But not Lysandra.

The two of them, Fleetfoot on their heels, walk arm-in-arm out to the pasture, smiling even as the oppressive heat grows worse. With the Ennars’ land being near a forest, the horses have access to both trees and a pond, though Lys has water buckets still hanging on the fence near the gate anyway.

Fleetfoot, clearly scenting the horses, is bouncing around excitedly, pink tongue lolling out as she dances from paw to paw. When Lys opens the gate, the golden dog sprints away in a flash, running to greet the large beasts roaming around the pasture.

“ I haven’t ridden Quince in a while, so I’ll take her out today. You can choose whoever you want.”

They find Quince standing in the shade of an oak tree, her dark tail lazily swatting at flies and mosquitoes. Standing with her is Poppy, the pale brown mare drinking from the pond.

“Hey, girlies.” Aelin coos, stroking Poppy’s nose. “Wanna go for a ride?”

“C’mon, you two.” Lys coaxes the two horses forward, Fleetfoot darting between them when she clicks her tongue. “We’re gonna go for a ride. And after we’ll brush you and give you some nice apples and oats. Does that sound good?”

They slowly lead the horses towards the barn to get them tacked up, both of them moving nearly on muscle memory as they talk the entire time.

“My mother is trying to include Rowan in everything we do.” Aelin complains. “What are we going to do with him if we go to the beach or something?”

“I mean,” Lysandra shrugs, “while I’m sure he’s a prick, he is very attractive. I wouldn’t mind having him on the beach. Maybe he’d take his shirt off.”

Aelin just groans loudly, a halfhearted attempt to get the image out of her brain, where he was just woken up, silver hair messy-

The horse snorts beside her face, dragging her away from the thought.

“Whatever, Lys. Let’s go riding.”

Both girls mount the horses and ride them out of the barn. The Texas sun is burning high, and while she’s only been outside for a bit, Aelin is already sweating like a pig. She can’t wait to be in the cover of the trees.

Fleetfoot trots alongside the horses happily, keeping pace while they head towards the riding trail around Lys’s house.

At least beneath the trees it’s a bit cooler, though no less humid. But the trail is wide enough for both horses to walk side by side, and it’s just the kind of calm Aelin needs after pissing off her mother.

Poppy is sturdy beneath her, and the horse doesn’t lean off the path to nibble at the overgrown vegetation. She just keeps moving forward.

“You know,” Lysandra starts, and from her tone of voice Aelin already knows what’s coming. “I still don’t really understand what you have against this Rowan guy. I mean-”

Aelin cuts off her friend with a loud groan. “Don’t start. He’s an asshole, that’s what I have against him.”

“How do you really know he’s an asshole, though? He’s only been here a few days.”

The blonde woman rolls her eyes. “First off, he insulted the town-”

“Well in that case, screw him.” Lys giggles. Aelin reaches over, leaning off the side of her horse, just to punch her in the arm.

“He just is, Lys. If you met him you’d know.”

Her friend doesn’t comment on the Rowan situation any more, instead pulling her horse slightly ahead to forge onward.

“You know,” Aelin mimics, a mischievous grin appearing on her features. “I noticed that you looked pretty cozy with Aedion at the barbecue last week.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lysandra says primly, though there’s no hiding the blush that rises to her face. Already flushed from the heat, her entire face turns tomato-red.

Aelin just smirks. “Okay, if that’s what you say. I just thought you might be interested in the fact that he got a new girlfriend-”

“Oh, shut up.” Now it’s Lys’s turn to punch her. Below them, Fleetfoot woofs loudly, paws crunching on the dry grass as she pads along behind the horses. “You can’t fool me, Aelin Ashryver. That man is about as hopeless with women as you are at hiding your underage drinking.”

“Like you weren’t drinking right along with me!” Aelin protests.

“Yes, but at least I was hiding it.”

The two women dissolve into friendly squabbling as they continue on, the path eventually emerging from the trees and right back into the pasture.

Poppy is getting slightly restless, and Aelin can feel the mare’s desperation to run. It is only fair, she supposes.

When Aelin locks eyes with Lysandra, they both instantly get the same idea.

Race you.

With a quick kick to Poppy’s sides, the brown horse instantly breaks into a gallop, tearing across the pasture with joy. Quince is right on their heels, and poor Fleetfoot is left in the dust.

There isn’t any wind, but Aelin’s hair is still blowing behind her, whipping free from its braids. Poppy tosses her head and her mane, and Aelin can’t help the wild cry of joy that escapes her throat, the sound carrying over the whole pasture. Lysandra whoops as well, both of them lost in the enchantment of running on horseback.

The horses can’t keep up the fast pace forever, and eventually Quince and Poppy slow down, and Aelin gifts her mare with plenty of praise and kisses as she dismounts.

“Good girl, Poppy.” She coos. “Let’s go get you some water, you good, good girl.”

They find Fleetfoot wading in the water, drinking alongside a few other horses. Poppy and Quince drink their fill while Aelin and Lys had back to the barn to get a few treats before untacking them.

Leading the horses away from the water is easier said than done, as both of them are reluctant to leave the pond. Eventually, with the help of many horse treats, they manage to get both of them to the barn to untack them.

It’s about 3 o’clock, and the sun is dipping ever so slightly. Of course, it won’t get dark until about 8, but at least the sun is mildly less intense.

“I still have a while until I have to be home.” Aelin tells her friend. “I don’t know what Mom’s cooking for dinner, but it’s important enough she wants me home for it.”

“If she’s making fried chicken tell her to prepare enough for me, too.” Lys grins. “God, I wish I could live off of just your mom’s fried chicken.”

Aelin rolls her eyes. “Don’t we all.”

“Well, if you don’t have to be home yet…” Lysandra’s grin turns devious. “I do have a few projects I could use some help on.”

When Lysandra hands her the rake and points her towards the horse stalls, Aelin just sighs.

Forget Rowan Whitethorn ruining her summer, her best friend has decided to aid in her misery by making her muck out the stable.

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After pretty much getting kicked to the curb from Aelin’s truck, Rowan is in a pretty foul mood. And it’s only worsened when the attendant at the front desk attempts to make small talk.

“You’re not from around here, are ya?” The man says, though it is friendly. Despite that, Rowan is pissed off at the world, and he barely gives more than one-word answers until he spots a familiar golden head down the hallway.

“Rowan!” Fenrys shouts, nearly crashing into him in his excitement. Lorcan rounds the corner, a lot more calmly than their friend.

“Hey.” Rowan sighs. “Glad you two could actually make it down.”

“Okay, I don’t care what either of you two grumps say, this place is awesome.” Fenrys laughs. “Everyone is so friendly, and the food is great, and-”

“And it’s fucking hot.” Lorcan groans.

“Okay, maybe it’s kind of hot-” Fenrys continues, but Rowan interrupts him.

“Goddamn, it is hot. And humid. How is any place allowed to be both this hot and this wet at the same time?”

“We’re actually just emerging from a drought.” The attendant pipes in helpfully.

“Let’s go eat.” Lorcan says, ignoring the man. “I’m starving.”

If the attendant is put out by the dismissal, he clearly doesn’t show it, because he keeps talking. “Y’all should head on down to Banjali. Ytger Hospitality has some of the best food in the county.”

“Yeah, let’s do that!” Fenrys is far too excited and has far too much energy for Rowan to handle, but then again, when is anybody energetic enough to deal with him?

“Whatever.” Lorcan shrugs.

They all pile into the small rental car that Fenrys got at the airport, Rowan being forced to sit in the backseat yet again. Fenrys, sitting shotgun, is scrolling through his phone as he attempts to locate the restaurant the attendant told them about.

In all honesty, Rowan would rather pick up fast food and be done with it. He doesn’t know if he has the mental strength to be out in public for an extended period of time.

But Fenrys is unstoppable. “Every review for the restaurant is at least four stars! It has a 4.5 average! I bet it’s going to be so good!”

Neither Lorcan nor Rowan comment much until Lorcan pulls into the parking lot. The restaurant is large, with a massive banner saying “Ytger Hospitality” hung over the entrance.

Fenrys all but sprints inside, only held back by Rowan grabbing his arm.

Inside almost feels… homey. The way it’s decorated, the design, the music playing in the background. It feels like Rowan just walked into his aunt’s house for Thanksgiving. Smells like it, too.

“Hello! How many in your party?” Rowan almost does a double take, looking over at the host.

It’s a boy, no more than thirteen years old.

“Uh- is that legal?” Lorcan snorts, taking in the form of the kid.

“My family owns this restaurant, mister. It’s family owned, family run. We all work here. My older sister waits tables, and my younger brother helps wash dishes. How many in your party?”

“Er… three.” Rowan manages. He’s never been to a restaurant where the kids are working. Is it considered child labor if it’s your own children doing it?

All three of them are ever so slightly disgruntled as the kid leads them to their table in the corner. He leaves them with menus and silverware, and hardly spares them another passing glance.

It isn’t long before a waitress comes over, a young woman with long black hair and dark skin.

“Can I get y’all something to drink? I’m Nehemia, I’ll be your waitress today.”

One glance at Fenrys and Rowan has to hold back a groan. The golden-haired man is one step away from looking like the heart-eyes emoji. The woman either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, instead observing them with a quiet grace.

“Just a water.” Rowan tells her. Lorcan agrees and orders his own, while Fenrys just… stares.

“Um… I’ll have the, uh, iced tea?” Fenrys manages to make it sound more like a question.

“Sweet or unsweet?” Nehemia asks.

“Er… sweet. Please.”

The waitress nods, tucking the pen behind her ear after writing down their drink orders. When she turns around, Rowan nearly has to snap Fenrys’s jaw shut.

“What the hell, man.” Lorcan hisses. “You see one pretty girl and forget how to speak?”

“She’s not just pretty, she’s gorgeous.” Fenrys sighs. “Holy shit. I have never seen a more beautiful person in my life.”

“Except for you, I’m assuming?” Rowan snorts.

Fenrys shakes his head. “No. Even my ethereal beauty can’t compete with her.”

“Damn. You’ve literally just met her.” Rowan continues. “Anyway, what does it matter? You two aren’t going to be here for long anyway, so there’s no point in starting a relationship.”

Now Fenrys is looking at him like he wants to commit murder.

“Anyway,” Lorcan says pointedly, “we should look at the menus. I’m starving.”

Rowan browses, but he isn’t incredibly hungry anyway. Fenrys and Lorcan chatter among each other, pointing out what sounds good, but all Rowan can do is look out the window.

“Are y’all ready to order or do you need a few more minutes?” The drawling accent of the waitress pulls him from his slight stupor, and he looks away from the sight outside.

“I’m ready.” Lorcan offers. “I’ll take the fried catfish.”

“You get two sides with that.” Nehemia tells him.

“Alright, then I’ll have… green beans and mashed potatoes.”

She turns to him next, and Rowan orders a simple cheeseburger with french fries. Then she goes to Fenrys.

“In your opinion, what’s the best thing here?” He croons. It’s clear flirtation, and both Rowan and Lorcan visibly cringe. The waitress, however, doesn’t seem too affected.

“Chicken fried steak.” She says without hesitation. “With mashed potatoes and fried okra on the side.”

Jesus Christ, Rowan thinks, why is everything fried here?

“I’ll have that.” Fenrys says with a grin. The waitress finishes writing everything down, then heads over to the next table.

All Lorcan and Rowan can do is shake their heads.

~~~~

The food was good. Delicious, actually, and Rowan is more stuffed than he’s ever been in his life as they make their way back to the car. All three of them collapse into their seats, groaning.

“I’m never going to need to eat again.” Lorcan mumbles.

“I should have stopped eating.” Fenrys laments. “But I just couldn’t.”

Rowan can’t even muster up enough energy to reply. The heat, the food, all of it combined made him want to go to sleep and never wake up.

“Just take me back, please.” He finally manages to say.

“Sure thing.” Lorcan buckles his seatbelt and puts the car in drive, pulling smoothly out of the parking lot.

None of the men speak on the way back to the Galathynius house, save for Rowan giving mediocre directions. Eventually, they pull up in the driveway, and Fenrys lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, Rowan. Living the high life, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.” Rowan sighs.

“See you around, man.” Lorcan says, ignoring Fenrys.

Rowan pulls his bloated self out of the car, walking up to the front door. Evalin gave him a copy of the keys the other night, but right before he lets himself in, the lady of the house herself beats him to it.

“Rowan, you’re back!” She says in that cheerful voice. She glances over to the car parked in the driveway, where, through the windshield, Rowan can see Lorcan on his phone.

“Are those your friends? Where are they staying?”

“Terrasen Motel.” Rowan tells her. “They’re only staying for-”

“Oh, they can’t stay there!” Evalin laments. “We have lots of room, they can stay with us! That motel should have closed years ago, honestly.”

“Er-”

Evalin doesn’t stop. “It’s not a problem, Rowan. We love having company, they can stay as long as they need.”

At the risk of seeming rude or ungrateful or anything else in the eyes of his host, Rowan pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Fenrys and Lorcan.

Rowan: Hey, Evalin is offering you guys a place to stay while you’re here. You don’t have to accept, really.

Before he can send another text, telling them not to respond, Fenrys’s reply nearly buzzes his phone out of his hand.

Fenrys: WOULD WE EVER?! HELL YES

Sweet Jesus.

All Rowan can think about, as Lorcan and Fenrys speed off to get their things, is that if Aelin hates him now, she’s certainly going to despise him after this.

And he doesn’t know why, but he just can’t stand the thought of her being more upset with him than she already is.

~~~~

Nehemia: Aelin, your mans just came to the restaurant

Aelin: You asshole, how do you even know what he looks like?

Nehemia: Well, first of all, he was clearly a yankee, and second of all, with a last name like Whitethorn, of course he’d have white hair.

Aelin: Your logic is lacking but I’ll give it to you anyway. He’s an asshole, isn’t he?

Nehemia: Yeah, he didn’t say please and thank you when ordering, so I’ve decided he’s actually the devil.

The sarcasm is clear, even through the phone, and Aelin can’t hold back her laugh. She really should be heading home, but right now she’s parked in front of Lysandra’s house, with Fleetfoot nearly on her lap, still panting from the heat.

Aelin: Hey, do you want to come over? We can eat ice cream in my bed and gossip loud enough that Mr. Asshole Yankee can hear us down the hall

Nehemia: Well, I was gonna say no, but after you said the word gossip it changed my answer.

Aelin: Alright, just come over whenever. I’m heading back from Lys’s right now.

The drive home is short, and since she hasn’t heard a word from Rowan or anyone else telling her to pick him up, she passes right by the Terrasen Motel without a second glance.

Something is different when Aelin pulls up to her house. There’s another car parked in the driveway. However, her mother always has someone over to drink sweet tea with, so it’s no matter.

That is, of course, until someone opens up the front door. Aelin isn’t even out of the truck yet, but she can clearly see that the two people in the entryway aren’t the usual demographic for her mother’s gossip sessions.

Two young men, one with dark hair and one with gold, hurry down the stairs to the car. And following them?

Rowan. It’s Rowan Whitethorn who is following them as they open up the trunk of the car and take out their suitcases.

Aelin is seeing red. It’s one thing for Rowan to stay with them. After all, he was invited. But for him to invite his own friends?

But before Aelin can pop a blood vessel, the golden haired man comes over to the truck and raps on the window, a bright grin on his features. Skeptically, Aelin rolls the window down.

“Hi!” He says, far too enthusiastically for her liking. “Fenrys Moonbeam.” He gives her his hand to shake, which Aelin does reluctantly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” He smiles.

“And I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you.” She responds.

He laughs at that. “Well, you’ll have to get to know me, then. Your mother was really kind to offer us a place to stay.”

Well, Aelin supposes, if her mother offered, she really can’t be mad. And this Fenrys character seems decent enough.

She finally gets out of the car, letting Fleetfoot out as well so the dog can sniff the new arrivals. Rowan doesn’t say anything, though Fenrys leans down to coo over the dog.

Nehemia’s car comes rumbling down the street, the other woman parking on the already crowded driveway. Fleetfoot runs over to her just as the other woman hops out.

“Hey Aelin! Who’s all this?” Nehemia strides up to embrace her friend, and Aelin gladly accepts the hug.

“My mother is creating a hotel, apparently.” She chuckles.

But her friend isn’t listening. Nehemia’s interest is entirely taken by the golden man in front of her.

“Um… hello, again.” Fenrys says sheepishly.

Aelin looks between them frantically, at Fenrys, at Nehemia.

“Do y’all know each other?”

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a/n: Well, well, well... drama. Some other random southern america facts- yes, people do usually let their kids work in family owned restaurants! I know a girl who’s family owns an awesome Mexican restaurant, and when you go there both she and her younger brother are working. So yeah, having Nehemia’s little brothers work, since the restaurant is family owned, isn’t that unusual down here! And also, yes, everything is fried. Everything.

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seerofmike · 4 years ago

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Incompatible

pairing: bubblysparks / wattson x rampart

word count: 2,371

rating: t

tags: beach day, a continuation of yesterday’s soulmate au prompt, background/implied relationships

summary: Everyone else is enjoying themselves at the beach except for Natalie, who is still reeling from finding out who her soulmate is

i ended up splitting it into parts instead of 1 whole fic! day 3 of rarepair week, part 2 of the bubblysparks saga!

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Natalie adjusted her sun hat, trying to block the bright rays from shining directly in her eyes. She heard a distant whoop of ‘cannonball!’ followed by a shout of ‘SILVA!’ When she looked over, she saw that Octavio had leapt from the very cliff he’d been told not to jump from, and now he was pulled onto Makoa’s surfboard, missing one leg.

“It should float back up,” the man was saying. “I wore the waterproof ones today.”

The leg never appeared, and Octavio had to be taken back to shore where he sat, arms crossed and pouting.

Natalie approached him, stepping carefully onto the towels and blankets laid over the sand, as she hated the feeling of it beneath her feet, before crouching next to him with a smile.

“Would you like to build a sandcastle?” She asked kindly.

“No way, José,” he complained. “I wanted to dive.”

Natalie frowned down at his swimming vest. “But...would this not make you float?”

“Yeah,” Octavio said. “I can’t swim.”

Natalie was very confused, but she was used to feeling that way around him. She sat back on her haunches and looked at everyone else enjoying themselves.

Elliott was sunbathing on a yellow towel, arms folded behind his head and hair wrapped up to protect it from the sun's harsh rays. Crypto was reading a book beneath the shade of an umbrella, the hood of his sleeveless hoodie drawn up as he fiddled with his puzzle cube in his free hand.

Ajay, Anita, Wraith, and Pathfinder were all tossing a ball around in the water while Loba floated on her back, somehow managing to stay above the waves without seeming bothered. This place wasn’t very good for surfing, but Makoa seemed content all the same to swim out into the sea on his board, little more than a speck in the distance.

She twisted her head around, looking for the remaining few Legends, but suddenly Octavio started crawling away from her, heading in Elliott and Crypto’s direction.

“Where are you going?” She asked, curious.

“I’m gonna convince Crypto to let me bury him in the sand. Later, chica.”

Realizing that she had been left alone, Natalie looked over at the others again and considered joining in their game—Wraith looked like she was having fun for once, and she wanted to be a part of that experience!

But then a pile of clothes landed beside her, causing her to startle, and she heard a familiar voice drawl,

“Alright, mates, the real star of today’s beach episode is here.”

Sighing, Natalie glanced behind her to see Ramya approaching, ponytail fluttering in the window. She was somewhat surprised to see what she still had her nose and bellybutton piercings in—wouldn’t those get irritated in the water?—but she chose not to voice this out loud.

The girl made a beeline for the water, but she came to a full halt when she was submerged up to her calves, before turning around and looking directly at Natalie.

“C’mon, Miss Paquette,” Ramya said, and she wasn’t so sure as to why she kept calling her that when she had a crude nickname for everyone else. “Fancy a swim?”

Natalie scowled, rubbing at her inner wrist as she watched Ramya cackle before purposefully kicking water in Elliott’s direction, earning a shriek. Those words seemed especially mocking right now, as she was sure that Ramya had figured out that that was what was written on her skin.

Natalie had wanted to join in their game before, but as soon as she realized that Ramya was too, she resigned herself to sitting alone on the beach. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she watched the others have fun, and felt rather left out—which was ridiculous, she knew, because she had chosen to be by herself. But still...

Loba soon got out of the water, wrapping a towel around herself and winking at Natalie on her way to the beach house; a reward they'd been given been given for reaching the end of yet another Apex season.

Anita soon followed after her, saying that she had important things to do, and she watched Ajay and Ramya exchange knowing smirks at these words. She didn’t really get why, though.

“Oi, Nat,” Ajay called, and she waved her hand in response. “Come and join us, now. Have some fun!”

“We’re at a bit of a disadvantage with these two,” Ramya said, pointing at Pathfinder and Wraith. “Cheaters, is what they are.”

“I am simply tall!” Pathfinder said cheerfully.

“Doesn’t change the fact that Wraith somehow always knows where the ball’s going to go!”

The older woman didn’t even say anything—just smiled.

Natalie sighed, considering her options for a moment. Crypto was still reading his book, though he was now lying flat on his back as Octavio covered his legs in sand. Elliott was still sunbathing but he was now laying on his stomach, and...

A shadow loomed over her, and when Natalie looked up, she saw Dr. Caustic approaching the group with several vials in hand. Natalie stood up quickly and backed away from him, and without even looking at her, he gruffed, “I’m taking water samples.”

Wanting to get as far away from him as possible, she glanced between the beach house and the water nervously, before turning on her heel and heading up the sandy slope.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go inside, if I were you!” Ajay called, and Natalie gave a frustrated huff, whirling around.

“Why not?”

“Just trust me.”

Natalie bit on her tongue, considering all of her other options—even the ones she didn't particularly care for—before letting out a sigh of defeat and marching herself over to the water, still making sure to not step on the hot sand directly. Ramya let out a whoop as she waded in, and Wraith greeted her with a smile.

“Alright, ladies,” Ramya said, holding the ball up high. Aside from Pathfinder, she was the tallest person playing. “Let’s give ‘em a game to remember.”

Natalie frowned, feeling like this was a dig at their opponents’ personal issues—but then Ramya tossed the ball up and hit it towards Wraith, who had backed up before it had even gone into the air. She returned it swiftly, and it barreled right between Natalie and Ajay.

The only reason Natalie did not immediately try to intercept it was because she wasn’t so sure about the rules of the game—was she supposed to keep hitting it, or could she catch the ball and then pass it like Ramya had?—and decided that she would observe the others playing before trying to do much.

The ball went back and forth between their two teams, and by the time Pathfinder had bopped it towards her, she felt confident enough to reach high into the air and try to it hit back—but Ramya leaned over, effortless due to her height, and smacked it out of the way.

Natalie looked over at her, slightly offended that she had not been given the chance to get the ball, but Ramya simply winked and clicked her tongue at her, the sun glinting off of her nose ring.

This happened twice more—if the ball came in her direction and Ramya was near enough, she would reach over and intercept it before Natalie could even raise her arms, and soon enough she was frustrated.

The wind blew towards them and nearly swept her sun hat away, but Ramya reached over and caught it, pressing it down on her head to keep it steady with a “Whoops, don’t need to pollute the sea more than we already have.”

“Do not touch me,” Natalie snapped at her, and then immediately felt bad for being rude when the other girl threw her hands up in defense.

They continued their game, and Wraith sent the ball soaring over her head. She tried to jump and catch it, but it splashed into the water behind her, and some of it got into her eyes.

Feeling close to crying because of the burning sensation, Natalie waded out of the water, trying to resist the urge to rub furiously at her face to get it to stop. Because she couldn’t quite see where she was going, she ended up stepping directly onto the hot sand, and let out a frustrated sob as she felt it between her toes—rough and burning and unpleasant.

She heard the others calling after her, but she needed some time alone, needed a moment to cool off—so she stepped carefully onto the towels again as she made her way up to the beach house, hoping that nobody would follow after her.

She heard the shower running, so she did her best to flush the sea water out of her eyes using the sink after placing her hat on the counter. Natalie braced her hands against the cool edge of the sink, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down.

There’s no need to act like a child, she told herself, brushing a stray tear out of the corner of her eye. The spider-webbing scar on the left side of her face seemed to burn after so much time in the sun, so she turned to the fridge to pull out some ice, hoping that it would cool her off.

When she turned around, she yelped and nearly dropped the frozen water bottle she’d grabbed—Ramya stood there, wearing her sunhat, which couldn’t sit right on her head due to her ponytail, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Just checkin’ up on you, Miss Paquette,” Ramya said, and procured a thin box from seemingly nowhere. “Want a chew?”

“No,” Natalie said stiffly, and fought back the urge to demand for her hat back. “...Why do you keep calling me that?”

Ramya raised an eyebrow—the slit one—unimpressed. “Is that not your name?”

“Yes, but.” Natalie took a deep breath, trying to gather all of her thoughts into one cohesive narrative, before saying, “You call everyone else by nicknames. Rude nicknames. You’ve even called me Watty—so why the sudden change towards Miss Paquette?”

“It’s cuz it’s easy,” Ramya retorted with a grin. “Sounds a bit like my name, so that way I always remember it.”

Natalie squinted at her, trying to figure out if this was another one of her jokes, before asking, "And why did you keep stealing the ball from me?"

"I didn't steal anything. You kept avoidin' it, so I figured you just didn't want to hit it 'nd did you a favor." Ramya crossed her arms, cocking one hip out as she continued, "I can add it to ya tab if you're so ungrateful."

More annoyance flared up insider her and she clenched her fists, trying to find the politest way to tell the girl to leave her alone, when Ramya suddenly sighed, deflating before her very eyes.

“'M sorry if I’m going about this all wrong,” she said, and for the first time Natalie detected an undercurrent of...something in her voice that wasn’t sarcasm.

"And I..." Natalie mumbled, averting her gaze. "Am sorry if I have been rude."

“It's just...I never thought I’d meet my soulmate so early, ya know? Thought I’d be six feet under and meet them in whatever afterlife the universe gives me—never expected ya to be here.”

Natalie rubbed at the skin on her inner wrist, trying not to feel guilty for the way she’d been reacting to the other girl, but she couldn’t help it. She was just...loud. And rude.

But not to everyone else, apparently. They all thought she was funny, and seemed to love her. What was Natalie missing out on? What could the others see that she was unable to? Had she not given her enough of a chance?

“But I get that you don’t care for me,” Ramya sighed, turning her back on her. “It’s whatever. No use cryin' over spilled beer, or however the dumb saying goes.”

Natalie watched her leave, and felt, for the first time, the urge to follow after her and talk to her. But she hesitated, and by the time she made up her mind, the other girl was long gone, probably returning to their game.

Sighing, Natalie went to sit on the couch, but froze when she saw Loba standing outside the bathroom, toweling her hair and looking amused.

“Trouble in paradise?” She cooed, and Natalie’s face flushed. “Understandable, dear. Anita and I had lots of tension to work through before we—”

“Leave the kid alone, Loba,” Anita cut her off, exiting the bathroom as well, before giving Natalie a look much more gentle than the one she was accustomed to receiving in the Ring. “Don’t force yourself into it if you’re not ready, Nat. Parekh’s a good girl, I can tell you that, but I get that she’s not your...”

“Type?” Loba supplied.

“You’re not very compatible is what I’m saying,” Anita finished, giving Loba another look.

“Merci,” Natalie mumbled quietly, holding the cold water bottle up to her burning face as she seated herself on the couch. “I...have a lot to think about.”

The older women went to go sit on the patio, and Natalie watched them through the windows, the sun starting to set over the sea and painting the sky blood orange. It reminded her a lot of Ramya's suit that she wore in game, and she let out yet another sigh, carding her fingers through her hair.

Perhaps...Natalie had judged her too soon.

#bubblysparks #wattpart #wattson #rampart #apex legends #apex rarepair week #shut up mike #mike writes things

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x-reader-theater · 5 years ago

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Can I Tell You a Secret?

Relationship: Peter Parker X Male!Cuban!Reader

Summary: You ‘work’ for the daily bugle. You are an intern there, have been for a few years, and you weren’t getting paid for how many photos you had taken. You wanted more, wanted more for how much you worked, you wanted to get paid. That led you to your most dangerous stunt yet. Climbing the Empire State Building.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 7,692

A/N: Hey guys. So, I know I’ve posted fuck all these last few months, but I was in a really bad place for a while, and Queen was a terrible remembrance of it all. Anyways, I got this idea while playing the Spider-Man game, and wrote it in like three days XD Also, I’m really sad you can’t center stuff on Tumblr ;( Please like and reblog if you like it, and leave a comment to let me know what you think!

This was your most dangerous stunt yet, and it was just past midnight. The city is beautiful at this time of night, and that's exactly why you needed to be up here. The shot was perfect for the front cover of the Daily Bugle, and maybe, just maybe, it would get you on their payroll. Finally. You had been an intern for them for two years now, nonstop, taking photographs, putting yourself in danger, and they have given nothing to you in return.

That is why you are currently scaling the Empire State building.

You feel your arms shaking, hauling yourself another foot above the ground below. You feel your foot slipping, and you course-correct quickly, not looking to become the next Evelyn McHale. Well, whatever the male version of that is, and much less beautiful. You feel your muscles straining against your bones, tightening like cords that hold up a bridge, waiting to snap at any moment. Your feet are numb, ice-like, threatening to shatter if you miss a single step. Your fingers are raw, ragged, bleeding, leaving a trail as you climb. You're dizzy, the nausea of being this high up, and the change of looking up and then down, and then back up again has your head reeling. You feel yourself shaking, a naked penguin in the Arctic, the building is your melting ice block, and you are the penguin. Your hair is whipping above you, falling into your eyes, and the out, and in and out, over and over, so fast it's making you blind for precious moments, and you have to stop. You don't know when you stopped thinking.

Finally, at long last, your fingers touch soft metal, and you look up to see the slanted top of the building. You grin as you grab one of the seams, pulling yourself up and over the ledge. You drag yourself up, using the slight incline to get a better angle at climbing and drag yourself up there. In only a few minutes, you've reached the top.

You made sure to check the weather for the day, made sure the fog was clear and there were no clouds in the sky. You also made sure the smog levels were low.

And you sure are glad you did.

Hanging off the antenna, you watch the millions of lights blinking in and out of existence on the skyline, the glowing buildings like glow sticks, making the sky bright with light pollution. You reach behind you, into your backpack, and take out your camera, and put it up to your eye. Almost… but not quite… if you just tilted a little more…

You snap the picture, and your fingers slip.

The first thing you feel is air, and it feels like you're falling in slow motion, the world passing slowly by you, the city a blur in the distance. And then it's hard, cold metal that bruises your skin. You hold your camera up, trying to save it, but you're sliding down the side of the building. You feel the skin being scraped off your arm, the burn of friction that's hurting you. You grunt as you slam into the slightly raised side of the roof, and you go flying. It's quite freeing as you fall, and you close your eyes, holding your arms out, waiting for the impact.

It's a lot softer, and sooner than you expect.

You're still flying through the air, and you suck some breath into your wind-less lungs, and you open your eyes. You come face to face with the white lenses of Spider-Man. You gasp, your grip faltering on your camera for a moment, but you hold onto it, your hands shaking with the pressure you're putting on the plastic.

Spider-Man shoots out a web, and pulls himself onto a building, panting gracefully on the loose gravel of a New York City rooftop in the middle of Manhattan. You stumble as he lets your feet drop, and you grab onto his biceps. He places a steadying hand on your back, but only for a moment, before pulling it back. You walk back a couple of steps and look down at your camera. You flick through the pictures you had taken today, and when you see the picture you just took, you let out a whoop of happiness. Spider-Man looks genuinely surprised by it.

"What is wrong with you! You almost just died and you're cheering? What were you doing up there!" He demands, and you just turn the camera around to show him the picture. "All this just for some picture?"

You scoff and turn the camera around again, looking at the beautiful art you just created. "Just some photo?" You ask with malice. "This isn't just some photo!" Your expression softens as you zoom in on STARK Tower. "This is going to get me hired…" You trail off quietly.

"So you put yourself in incredible danger, just to get hired! How stupid are you?" Spider-Man shoots back.

You narrow your eyes. "Says the guy who leaps off buildings on a daily basis."

You can't tell if he rolled his eyes or not, but with the way the lenses tensed, and his tone, you're almost sure he did. You put your camera away as he starts talking. "But I have powers!"

"But some of us have to do whatever we can to survive."

That seemed to shut him up, and you turn to walk away. He calls out to you, "Can I give you a ride home?" You look around and smile at where you were.

"I'm already home. Thanks for the ride Spidey." You give him a wave and go towards the end of the building.

"W-what's your name!" He calls out, a hand raised in the air.

"[Y/N]! [Y/N] [L/N]!" You call back. "Remember it! It's gonna be all over the papers one day!" And with that, you climb down the fire escape to the fourth-floor window and crawl inside.

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You didn't see the masked hero again since that night. It had been almost two weeks, and there wasn't a sign of him. Bringing the picture to the Daily Bugle, you were almost fired for the recklessness it took to capture the image, but you instead were promoted, from unpaid intern to a paid one. It wasn't much, but it was better than what you were getting before. Still, you weren't given any meaningful work. You had been assigned to fluff pieces, taking pictures of random places in New York. It wasn't what you wanted to do. You wanted action, to be in the middle of everything, to see first hand what it all really was like.

You still climbed buildings, taking beautiful pictures of New York's life, you even climbed the Empire State building again, but you never saw him. Sure, you saw Spider-Man in passing, maybe swinging through the city, or saving someone from getting hit. But you're never able to get a good picture of it. It's either blurry, or he's not facing the correct way. You're also just not close enough to get anything worthwhile.

That all changed however when you were walking home one night, the subway only a few blocks from your apartment. You had just gotten done with a shift at the Daily Bugle, and we're going home to finish some of your homework from that day, when you feel a hand on your arm. You look to see who the person is, but they hide their face, pulling you into a dark alleyway, away from prying eyes. You struggle, trying to leave his grasp, but even after two weeks, and even in those two weeks, your muscles still hurt from climbing.

The man pushes you up against the wall, and you feel his fingers reaching up to your neck. You know it's a man because he speaks a second later. "Mmm. My my, aren't you a pretty one." His voice is deep, and his breath reeks of alcohol. From his words, you assume you aren't the first one he's done this to. "What's a pretty boy like you doing all the way out here?" He asks. You just lean your head away from him and go to scream. He grabs your face roughly and forces you to look at him. "You make a noise and I kill you, here and now." You feel the knife poking at your stomach.

You whimper, an undignified noise escaping you, but you don't have the will to keep some dignity. You are scared.

The man leans in, placing his lips to your jaw, but just for a moment. That moment ends when he's pulled away from you. You press yourself to the wall, expecting the knife to enter your stomach, but nothing comes. You open your eyes to see the man hanging upside-down, webs covering his body like a cacoon, and a white web-like film covering his mouth to keep him from talking. You look around and slowly start taking your camera from your backpack.

That's when you hear it, light feet touching the ground behind you, and you whirl around.

Standing, silhouetted against the street light, you see Spider-Man, looking down at something in his hands. You raise your camera to your eye and take a picture.

The flash goes off, and you see what he's holding in his hands. It's the knife the man had, the one that was pressed to your stomach.

You see him jump in surprise, and the knife drops onto the ground. You don't lower your camera, even as footsteps approach you. You just take another picture. From the flash, you see Spider-Man rushing forwards, and you go to take another picture when something takes your camera and fills it away from your face.

"Hey!" You shout, but Spider-Man already has your camera. You go to walk towards him, but he holds up a hand. For some reason, you stop.

He's looking through the pictures, his mask illuminated by the digital light of the screen. "Oh! You're that guy that climbed the Empire State! [Y/N], right? These are really good!" He exclaims suddenly. You blink at him, shocked. "Well, except for these two you just took… I mean, I look like a gremlin!"

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Well, it's not like you're easy to take a picture of…" You mutter to yourself.

Spider-Man chuckles. "Why do you want a picture so badly?"

"They see me as a liability, my pictures aren't worth the pain I go through to get them. I need them to see I'm not a liability, but an asset," you say. You don't know why you're pouring your heart out to him, but it's Spider-Man. How could you not? He's just trustworthy.

He walks closer and hands you your camera back. You grab it and look up at him. Your heart clenches, and tears pick at the corner of your eyes. "Well, maybe I can help you?" He offers. Your eyes widen, startled. "Yeah, yeah! I could swing by you, take the pictures from up high for you. You know, keep you out of trouble!"

You nod, slowly at first, and then faster. "Yeah, yeah that could work!" You reach forward and envelop him in a hug. He doesn't hug you back but slowly squeezes his arms around you.

You pull back and clear your throat, cough into your fist, and look down at the ground. "So, uh, I'll- I'll see you around?"

Spider-Man nods. "Yeah. You should… probably stay here to call the police, and give a report."

You nod as well. He gives you a two-fingered salute and shoots off. You raise your camera one last time and take a picture. He turns his head back and poses for you. You let a chuckle escape your lips, before you drop your camera, stuffing it into your bags and pulling out your phone. You call the police.

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You sit on the roof of your building, leaning back on your hands, the gravel digging into your fingers, the sun shining on your skin. You close your eyes, just taking it in. You take a deep breath, and cough slightly, laughing as you open your eyes. The sky is clear today, one of the few clear days in Brooklyn. You hear the crunching of gravel behind you and turn around. You pick up your camera and stand up to greet Spider-Man.

"Hey!" He calls out, waving to you. You wave back and he jogs to you. "So, what do you need today?" He asks.

You shrug. "Well, all they've been giving me are fluff pieces, things that don't require beautiful pictures. But I do want to get something of you, a nice photo, something simple, I dunno…" you trail off, not knowing how to end it.

Spider-Man nods and takes a step towards the edge of the building. "Well, how about this?" He steps off the side, and your eyes go wide in fear for just a moment, before realizing he's Spider-Man, and he's definitely okay. You raise your camera, and just as he pops out from the building, you take the picture. No flash this time, it was bright enough outside. You grin as Spider-Man does it again, a different pose this time, and then again. You get about six pictures before he lands on the gravel roof, ducking and rolling, and popping up right in front of you, his mask filling the camera's lens. You lower the camera, and grin as the masked hero stands in front of you. You can see the outlines of a goofy grin underneath his mask. What a dork.

"That was perfect!" You exclaim, excited.

"Good! Okay! What now?" He asks. He sounds a little out of breath, but that's probably typical.

"Can you help me get some shots of the city? I don't want to, but if I want to keep my job…" You hand the camera over to him, but he pushes it away.

"No, no, I'm not taking those. You have to take them," he says simply. You go to say something, but it escapes your mind, so you just close your mouth again. Spider-Man holds out one of his hands. "Here. I'll take you. And I'll make sure you don't fall off again."

You hesitantly grab his hand. "What are you gonna do? Carry me by the wrist?"

He chuckles. "Not exactly…" He holds up a hand, and motions towards your waist. You nod and he places a steady hand there, strong and commanding, the hold of someone who knew what he was doing. You put your camera away in your backpack and wrap your arms around his neck. His suit is really soft…

That's the last thought you had before your feet are lifted off the ground, and you're flying eight stories above Brooklyn. You gasp and cling tighter to him, but the hand on your waist kept you pretty much in place. He was strong. You wouldn't really know unless he showed it. He was lithe, had the body of a runner, with good proportions. You shake your head. Why the hell are you thinking about proportions? You're flying through the air!

You grip tighter onto Spider-Man, sort of wrapping your legs around his waist, and the hand on your own hips tightens ever so slightly. You push your face into his neck.

Suddenly, you stop, and you slowly open your eyes. You're looking out at a beautiful, clear day, with clouds overlooking the city. In front of you is Stark Tower, a stark contrast to the rest of the city with its high tech blues and silvers. The shadow it creates over the streets is jarring, and it takes you out of the picture. Still, you stare, watching as clouds disappear like streaks from a paintbrush, the blue covering the white after layers upon layers of paint, like it's trying to erase a mistake.

You slowly pull out your camera, and take a picture, making sure to get the magnitude of the building just right, enough to make it look imposing. You pull the camera back and bring up the picture on the digital face. Spider-Man leans in to take a look at it.

"Beautiful," He says quietly. You can hear his muffled voice in your ear. You look over at him, and he's staring at the building.

You scoff. "It's ugly. The beauty of New York City is its old buildings, the people who have been here for decades, telling their stories, the old monuments that give the city vibrancy." You feel Spider-Man stiffen around you. "Dude, it's okay. We can have our different opinions." You feel him relax slightly. "We don't have to talk about it anymore…" You look down, and your vision suddenly becomes sideways, before going back to normal, but the pit in your stomach is still there, and the ground looks miles below you now. Your grip on Spider-Man's shoulders tightens, and you gulp.

"Can we- can we please get on solid ground again? Please?" You beg. Spider-Man looks down at you, his lenses wide. He nods quickly, and soon, you're in the air again. You push your face into the crook of his neck again, shaking slightly as you feel the wind pass by you, and the dropping and rising of your stomach is jarring.

After what feels like an excruciating number of hours, but what was only probably a short and painless five minutes, you feel gravel underneath your feet. You sigh in relief, but you don't move, and Spider-Man doesn't look like he's willing to move either.

"Thank you," you whisper, before pulling back. Spider-Man just nods and takes his own step back, though his hands linger on your waist for just a moment, like he doesn't want to let go.

You give a wave, and he gives his signature lazy, two-fingered salute, before jumping off the building backward, and zipping off into the air, turning behind a building. You stand there and just look for a few moments, a pleasant smile on your face, before turning around and going inside.

You get a weird feeling like you're being watched.

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It had been two weeks since you took those first photos with Spider-Man. Since then, you had taken more photos with Spider-Man, been promoted to head Spider-Man photographer at the Daily Bugle, and gotten a raise. You now got thirteen dollars an hour, more than enough money for a high school student, and more money than you've ever had before. It was an incredible feeling to get your first paycheck, to be able to say you made some of your own money. And what did you do with that money? Well, you had Spider-Man get you the best Chinese food in town, and you paid for it.

Right now, you were sitting with your legs dangling off the edge of some random building in Queens, sitting next to Spider-Man, eating Chinese food. He had his mask pulled up to his nose, and right now, you were just staring. He was white, definitely, pale, not like most people in Brooklyn. Almost everyone was a minority, though there were a few trans people who lived here who were white, but that was about it. All you could see were his lips, and damn your brain if they didn't look like the most kissable lips...

He looks over at you. "What? Do I have something on my face?" He reaches up with a gloved hand, palming at one of the lenses.

You smile and shake your head. "No no."

Spider-Man rolls his eyes. "Take a picture… it'll last longer…" he mumbles. You bump his arm with yours, and you both laugh.

You sit in silence for a few moments, the two of you just eating. Spider-Man stops for a moment and looks over at you, the lenses of his mask narrowing slightly. "What school do you go to?"

You finish your bite, chewing and putting your chopsticks down. You swallow first before talking. Your mama didn't raise you to be impolite. "I'm sorry, what?" You ask, confused by the question.

"I asked what school you go to." You narrow your eyes. "Just because- well- I haven't seen you around anywhere, so I just figured you don't go where I go."

"Where do you go, Spider-Man?" You ask back.

He leans in closer. "I asked you first."

You roll your eyes and lean back slightly. "Alright, alright. I go to Brooklyn High."

Spider-Man's eyes go wide, and the white of the lenses take up more space than the black. "The one on 42nd Street? Where the principal has a crossbow? My friend, he told me about it, and I said it's just a myth but he kept insisting, said he knew someone there who told him and everything! Is it true? Does he have a crossbow!"

You laugh quietly at his excitedness, but you pull a straight face to say as seriously as you can, "Yes it's true. I've seen it myself. Held it in my own hands…" You mime holding up a crossbow and shooting it, pulling your arms up to mimic recoil.

"Whoa, that's so cool! I'll have to tell Ned about that! He's gonna be so excited!" He rambles.

"Okay, my turn. I asked you. Where do you go to school?"

He paused for a moment, thinking, considering his answer, before finally giving it. "Midtown High."

"Huh. Smart cookie." You poke him in the shoulder. "Must be smart to have this suit."

"Oh, I didn't build it. Mr. Stark made it for me." You tense at the name, but he just continues talking. "He's so cool. He made all this stuff for me, and when I was a little younger, he took it away from me for a bit- but that's-that's another story for another time- Are you okay?" He turns and looks at you, stock still, unmoving. You can hear the blood roaring in your ears, and your heart is pounding away in your chest. You don't say anything, but you feel something touch your shoulder, gently, so as not to startle you. It's a hand, a gloved hand, Spider-Man's gloved hand.

You nod, shaking yourself out of your own thoughts. "Yeah yeah, I'm okay."

"Was- was it something I said?" Spider-Man asks quietly, all excitement gone from his voice.

"No- well, maybe? Yes?" It's more of a question than an answer. "Just- it's about Tony, Stark." Spider-Man doesn't say anything, just waits for you to continue. "My dad, he was stationed in Afghanistan. Stark was selling weapons to both sides, to keep the war going, so he could sell more weapons. He was trying to get civilians out of a small town that was about to be blown up by the opposing side when suddenly his own man turned a gun on him and told him not to stop him, to let him run. My father couldn't do that and was killed by a Stark branded gun. When the bombs dropped, his body exploded in the impact. We never got to bury him."

Spider-Man seems to deflate at that, his shoulders sinking at your story. He hesitantly places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. "Is that why you hate Stark Tower?" He asks quietly.

You lean your head into the crook of his neck, placing a hand next to his thigh. "Part of it. The other part is that it's just a goddamn ugly building. Like, look!" You point it out, sticking out of the comparatively smaller buildings all the way across the east river, though it wasn't hard to miss. "Just look at it. So out of place. Like, couldn't you have gotten a cool, bigger on the inside studio apartment in like, Soho or something?" You joke. Spider-Man laughs at it as well. You reach your hand up and place it onto his chest, right next to the symbol of the spider. You reach up and feel the cold metal chill your fingertips. You shiver, and the arm around you tightens. Neither of you pulls away.

It's perfect.

You watch the people on the street pass you by, not looking up, so engrossed in their own world they can't be bothered to look away from their phones. You sigh a deep breath of relief and swear you feel the phantom brush of a kiss on the top of your head. You smile and snuggle closer as the night time air of New York starts to blow in, sending a chill up your spine.

You and Spider-Man sit like that for hours, your dinners long forgotten.

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The last few days had been weird. You hadn't seen Spider-Man at all in that time. Well, you had seen him swinging around, saving people and the city, and you got a few good shots of him, but none you could send to your boss. You were on thin ice now anyways.

You and your writer MJ were talking about a new article you could publish, another glowing review of Spider-Man, when the Editor in Chief walked in. J. Jonah Jameson, the head honcho of the Bugle, mustache, cigar and all, came strolling into your admittedly not very private meeting at MJ's desk. He demanded that you write something scathing about Spider-Man instead, something horrendous that would get the public on his side. You knew about JJJ's views about Spider-Man, and frankly, you were not a fan. He walked away without another word, and the two of you started talking about a new idea. It went a little something like this:

SPIDER-MAN'S HATERS AND THEIR VILLAINOUS PORTRAYALS! IS IT JUSTIFIED?

Written by Michelle J. Waterson

Photography by [Y/N] [L/N]

It was your best article yet, and the public thought it was too. In the first two days, over a thousand people had clicked on it. You and MJ had a doughnut celebration at her desk, just laughing and talking for both your lunch breaks, before you both got back to work, her writing another story and you going through and meticulously editing your photos.

Today though, we slightly different. Mostly because as soon as you signed into work, you were knocked over.

"Ah!" You exclaim as you topple over onto the ground. You feel pain shoot up your shoulder, and you roll onto your back, gripping your arm. You hear someone curse next to you, and then footsteps approach you. Looking over, you see a man, well, boy. He couldn't be much older than you, probably your age, with brown eyes and hair. He holds out a hand, and you reach up with your good arm. He grips your hand and pulls you up onto your feet with a surprising amount of strength, strength you wouldn't know he had just by looking at him. He looks at you with apologetic eyes. There was also a bit of shock in them.

"Ah shit," he mutters under his breath. You raise an eyebrow as your hand goes back to your hurt shoulder. "I-I mean about that! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" He exclaims. His voice is familiar. Your eyes narrow.

"It's… fine…" you say, hesitant.

He walks over to you, close enough to reach, but he doesn't. He hesitates before putting his hand down. He puts it back up again, but not to touch you, but to shake hands. "I'm Parker Peter- uh no, I'm Peter. Parker." His voice is shaking slightly.

You take his hand and shake it once. His grip is strong. "[Y/N] [L/N]."

"I-I know. I've been following your photography for a while now. You take amazing pictures of Spider-Man," he says.

"Thanks…" You say cautiously. "What are you doing here Peter?"

His eyes light up. "Oh! I just got an internship here!"

You scoff. "Good luck."

He just nods, and you lean down to pick up your backpack. You give him a wave, and walk away, frowning as you try and place that voice.

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You fiddle with your camera settings, taking random pictures as you look up at the brightly lit night sky, only the moon visible tonight. You swing your legs back and forth, humming to yourself and clicking your tongue to some made upbeat in your head. You had been sitting outside every night for the last four nights, and every night, he still hadn't come. For three weeks, you haven't seen him. You were starting to think he didn't care about you.

"Hey."

You jump, yelping as you slip off the back of the ledge, and fall onto the gravel, on your butt. You groan and look up to see Spider-Man holding a hand down to you. You take it and he pulls you up onto your feet.

"Thanks for that," You say sarcastically.

"Sorry sorry," he says laughing, putting his hands up. You just chuckle along with him. "So, what's on the agenda today? Or I guess 'tonight'?"

You shrug. "I dunno. I was playing with the settings on my camera, and I really want to do a long shutter speed photo. You know, like the ones where the cars are just streaks of light?"

He nods. "Do you know where you wanna take the picture?" You shake your head. "Well, what about the Brooklyn Bridge? It's predictable, but it's really beautiful at night. We could find a nice building, sit there for a while?"

You smile and nod, grabbing your backpack from the ground, and slinging it over your shoulder, deftly putting your camera away. You hold out your arms like a little kid, and Spider-Man chuckles, walking over to you and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You slide your own around his neck, and he jumps. You both tumble over the side of the building, and you have to shut your eyes. You bury your face in his neck and just stay there. The wind passes by you, chilling you to the bone, and you squeeze tighter. You feel yourself shaking from the cold, the small droplets of water from the fog felt like ice shards hitting your skin, and you feel yourself shaking. You try and get as close to Spider-Man as possible.

Suddenly, you feel ground beneath you. Hard ground, not gravel like a lot of the building's roofs, but nice concrete. You sigh in relief and pull away from Spider-Man, pad along the roof, and get to the edge of the building, the corner that's overlooking the bridge. You take out your camera and tripod and spend five minutes setting it up, getting it right, and pushing the button.

You quickly turn around and see Spider-Man sitting cross-legged on the concrete, and rush over to join him. When you're fully situated in the ground, you go to say something, but close your mouth, letting you two enjoy the silence. You wouldn't say you enjoyed it, as it was quite tense. You both had pretended like nothing had even happened like he hadn't just left you for two weeks without notice. You knew you weren't entitled to it, but you hoped that you were close enough, that he would at least tell you. You don't know how he feels about the silence, but with the two of you so far apart from each other, it still feels wrong.

You start shivering slightly, pressing your hands on your arms, trying to converse heat. Something moves behind you, and you realize his hand has enveloped yours, and he's now pushing you closer to him, to his side. You slide over so you're touching, and you rest your head on his shoulder. He rests his head on yours.

It's you who breaks the silence first.

"Why were you gone for so long? I was worried…" You stop yourself, not wanting to finish the sentence. You knew what you were going to say. 'I was worried you were hurt, or worse, dead.'

You hear him sigh, feel his chest rise next to yours. "I'm sorry. I was busy."

You shake your head. "Busy with what?"

"Stuff… things…"

"Things you can't tell me, or things you won't?"

Silence from Spider-Man. It's an answer in and of itself.

You sigh. "I thought that might be what it is."

"I really want to! I just can't…"

You look up at him from your place on his shoulder. "I know. I understand. There's a lot I haven't told you…" You sigh and rest your forehead in the crook of his neck. "I hate secrets," you mumble out, your words muffled by the suit. "I hate keeping them. I hate when they're kept from me." You look back up at him, at the soulless lenses that covered his eyes. The black around the white would move, allowing for some expression to be read, but you really wished you could actually look into his eyes, to see what he was thinking about, how he was feeling. "But I guess that makes me a hypocrite. I keep too many of my own secrets to have anyone tell me about theirs."

There's silence for a moment, and you see his lenses flicker, almost as if they were looking down, towards something, something below your nose. Your cheeks burn even warmer in the cold air, and only your face feels hot as you reach up with one hand.

He doesn't try and stop you as you pull his mask up to just above his nose. You don't go further than that.

"I was scared..." he whispers quietly.

"Why were you scared?" You whisper back.

"Because I like you…"

You don't answer. You just lean in.

His lips are soft, wet, most likely from his breath and being inside a mask all day. Reaching up with one hand, you gently lay it on his soft cheek, and on part of the bunched up mask. You see the lenses close, and you follow suit, closing your own eyes. You feel a gentle hand on your back, the one on your arm had left, and was now slowly pushing on your lower back. You see darkness behind your eyes, no light, no bridge, no city. Just you, and Spider-Man. You take a breath in through your nose and shift slightly, deepening the kids more. Your other hand mirrors the one already on his face, and you run your thumbs across his cheekbones. You turn your body so it's more comfortable to kiss him, and you practically sit in his lap to get a good angle. His free hand goes to your hip, gripping it tight.

You're the first to pull away, gasping slightly at the cold air. You don't dare open your eyes. For a moment, you feel Spider-Man's breath on your lips, but then it's gone. You open your eyes, and he's turned away from you. You use one of your hands to push him back, so he's looking at you.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You whisper, a sky smile on your face. He nods, silent, not daring to make a sound for fear of shattering the moment into a bunch of tiny, silver, mirrored pieces, reflecting them back on the both of you, mocking you and tormenting you with humiliation at what you just did. You didn't feel humiliated. In fact, you felt relieved. "I like you too…"

He kisses you again.

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The next night, you're sitting on your windowsill, looking out the open window into the loud New York night. You don't have your camera in your hands, nor your backpack near you. You just sit there, empty-handed, still, just watching everything pass you by. The fire escape blocks part of your view though. You rest your head back on your window, and think about the day, about going into work, about MJ questioning you on why you were so happy. You bumped into Peter today, who also looked really happy. You talked for a little bit, and the entire time, again, you couldn't get that voice out of your head. You were terrible at placing voices.

You sigh as you shake your head. It didn't matter right now.

You turn to look at your door, and when you look back, someone's on your fire escape. You slap a hand over your mouth before you can scream, and your eyes go wide as you gasp.

"Spidey? What are you doing here!" You whisper shout to him, trying to keep your voice down. He bends down so he's eye-level with you.

"You weren't on the roof! I was worried about you!" He whispers back. You roll your eyes and move out of the windowsill, beckoning him to step inside. As soon as he does, you close the window behind him and pull up his mask. You kiss him. He hesitates for a moment, before placing his hands on your hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile as you pull away. "I missed you," he mutters. You smile and just kiss him again.

He squeezes your hips, and you pull away with a wry smile. He tries to chase your lips, but you put a finger on his, causing him to kiss them. You laugh quietly and pull your hand away, going to kiss him again, but there's a knock at your door.

"¿[Y/N]? ¿estas ahi?" You hear your mother call from the other side of the door.

Your eyes go wide, and you look at Spider-Man, who's own lenses are wide as well. You open your mouth to speak but close it, looking at him in panic. He just stares at you. You turn over your shoulder and call back, "¡Un momento mamá!" You push him towards your closet, opening the door and shoving him in. He closes the door on himself and you take your shirt off, hoping it would convince your mom you were in the middle of getting dressed.

The door opens, and your mom walks in. "¿Por qué estás tan rojo?" Is the first thing she asks.

You wince slightly, and you pray that it's not enough for her to notice. "Es realmente caliente mamá." You fan yourself with your hand, and let out some air, pretending like you're trying to cool off.

"¡Entonces abre una ventana! ¡Está frío afuera!" She walks over to your window and opens it up. A gust of cold air rushes in, and you shiver. "Y ponte una camisa. Vas a atrapar tu muerte." She picks up the shirt you just tossed onto the ground and throws it at you. She walks to your door, and grabs the handle, walking out as she starts to pull it closed. She stops and leans her head in. "Hice Ropa Vieja. Consigue un poco antes de que se enfríe o no vas a cenar." She closes the door, but not all the way. She leaves a little sliver of it open, and you sigh, knowing it's to prevent you from doing anything stupid.

You walk over to the closet and open the door. Looking around, you don't see anything, until Spider-Man drops down from the ceiling. You reach a hand out and place it onto his shoulder, and the up onto his cheek. He put his mask back down.

"Maybe we should try again tomorrow?" You whisper with a small laugh. Spider-Man sighs. "It's a Holiday, I don't have work, we can do whatever you want."

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in. "What if I just want to lay on your bed with you?"

You smile and kiss his masked cheek. "Then that's what we'll do."

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You sit at your messy desk, staring at your computer. Well, you weren't staring so much as frowning. It was a picture you had taken a few weeks ago, and you didn't really know what to do with it. You had changed the colour, brightness, and even the contrast, but nothing seemed to be 'right' for it. It was a picture of Spider-Man. He was small on the picture, only taking up a small portion of the otherwise large photo, but he was against a plain building, with sectioned off, blue windows. It was a beautiful photo if you did say so yourself, but you couldn't figure out what you wanted to do with it. You tried making the colour more vibrant, but it made the city look to pretty to be real. The contrast just made it look fake, and the brightness was either too light or too dark.

Nothing helped.

You're broken out of your thoughts by the sound of your window opening, and in a panic, you close your computer. Looking up, you see the same man you were just looking at on your computer, staring back at you. You let out a breath and smile back as Spider-Man crawls in through the window, closing it behind him. You stand up out of your chair, and he walks over to you. You push up his mask and kiss him.

"How are you?" He asks as he hugs you.

"I'm fine. Busy, but fine. How are you?" You ask back, returning the hug.

He just sighs. "Tired."

He sounds tired, and you pull away from the hug. You hold out your hand, and he grabs it, letting you lead him to the bed, where you sit down. He follows suit, and you lay down. You open your arms, and he flops down into them, letting you hold him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask. He shakes his head. "Okay," is all you say in response.

You just lay there, holding him, letting him relax in your arms, and you don't press him don't try and get him to talk, just give him the space to if he needs it. And he does, eventually, though it isn't what you were expecting.

"Why have you never asked who I am?"

You're taken aback by the question, and you think to yourself about his question. "I-I don't know… I guess I never needed to know. You've always just been Spider-Man. I didn't really need to know who you were." You reply honestly.

He looks up at you, his mask pulled all the way down. You can't read the mask. "Do you want to?"

You open your mouth to speak, but you stop yourself, halting the words before they can move past your lips, like a dam blocking a waterfall. Immediately, you want to say 'yes', but do you really? Do you really want to know who he is, maybe ruin this? You tell yourself nothing could ruin what you had, but you couldn't lie to yourself. What if he was someone you hated? You didn't know many people from Midtown High, but of the ones you do know, you only like two, and one you barely even know. So, you rethink what you're going to say, and slowly say it.

"I don't… know…" you answer sincerely. You place a hand on his masked cheek. "I truly don't know. What if you're someone I know, someone I don't like. Even if you weren't, what if you're someone I don't know? We know barely anything about each other. What if… what if I don't like you?" You look away, and your hand drops from his face. You turn, and lay on your back, pulling your arms in so they're over your stomach. It's protective.

"I-" Spider-Man cuts himself off, looks away, and then looks back at you. "I want you to know." It's simple. But it's also a question. I want you to know, but I won't force you. It's also a matter of fact. I don't think I could go on with you not knowing. It's also a hesitation. Are you sure you don't want to know? I'm putting myself out there so you can know, are you sure you don't?

You look over at him, and sit up, leaning against the wall, so you're more or less upright. "Okay."

"Okay?" He sounds excited, but like he's trying to hide it. You can't help but smile.

You let out a breathy laugh as you confirm, "Yeah. Okay."

He sits up opposite you, and he grabs at his mask. He doesn't pull.

"You know, I always expected this to be a lot more dramatic. Maybe I'm hurt and you need to heal me, and in order to help you take off my mask!" He exclaims, and you laugh. "Or maybe it comes off while I'm trying to save you, and you swoon over me!" You laugh harder at that, at knowing he probably has a really goofy grin underneath his mask.

"Just, take it off already! Before I change my mind!" You exclaim in between laughs.

The smile drops from both your faces, and Spider-Man takes a deep breath. He reaches up, grabs the top of his mask, and pulls.

"Peter Parker?" You ask, just confused. "Wait hold on, that's why I recognized your voice!" He just looks at you, confused at your reaction. "I would have never thought it was you!"

"W-what? Why?" He asks, not knowing what to say.

"Well, Peter's like, nerdy, clumsy. I mean, for God's sake, you bumped into me your first day!" You exclaim, a laugh bubbling up behind your lips. "And well, Spider-Man… well, he's…" You trail off, and mutter quietly, almost quiet enough where he can't hear, "sexy." Your cheeks flame up, and you want to die from how embarrassed you feel, but when you look up at the man in front of you, he's also blushing.

"Wait, really?" He asks.

Your cheeks go even hotter. "W-well, yeah. It's hard not to think that when you're in a skintight suit…"

Peter just laughs and leans forward. "Can I tell you a secret?"

You nod and he gets even closer to your lips, so close they're brushing up against each other. You've never seen him this confident.

"The secret is… I feel the same way."

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ohsosims · 6 years ago

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The Jesse Buckley Bachelor Challenge

Okay so here we go! I still am very unsure of how I’m actually gonna go about playing this challenge, but I wanted to get the ball rolling!

I already showcased my boy Jesse earlier but i’m gonna be lazy af and copy paste his info from the first post so you can get to know him again! I’m most probably going to add to the list in another post but we getting this thing out today!

Jesse grew up herding cattle, lassoing horses and bull riding. He’s a through and through cowboy. His family owns a ranch in Oasis Springs, where up until a few months ago he lived with his parents, older brother and sister. Being the youngest sibling he became prone to trouble and suffered from tantrums, though not as bad as he got older, but the tantrums left him a little hot headed now in his adult life. From first appearances he can seem a little rough around the edges and a tad boisterous at times but deep down he’s got a good heart, and will take care of anyone he loves. Ranch life gave him the freedom of the rural country and he loves the outdoors, nature is his calling and likes to collect items from the places he visits. A true outdoors enthusiast. Sharing his world with someone is a dream for him really, and he is just as willing to share their world and experiences with them too. He’d really like someone who can take a bit of rough and tumble, endure the rodeo that he calls life.

some facts:

he has southern accent.

paired with a husky voice, he sounds like john marston sometimes.

will say howdy unironically.

wanted to be a bull rider growing up.

but got bucked off their prized bull and ended up in the hospital.

he had to have twenty three stitches to close the wound to his face.

his brother told him it made him look cool.

but no matter how much he tries to think that way he’s very self conscious of the scar.

never rode a bull since the incident.

got the scar on his cheek when he face planted a rock after trying to race his friends to the other side of the ranch and back.

he lost.

loves country music.

and does not apologise for it.

he can play the guitar, but would be too embarrassed to play for anyone but his close friends and family.

is a pretty decent singer too.

loves to wear plaid shirts, jeans and his favourite boots.

tries to impress the ladies downtown by wearing his cowboy hat and reciting lines from sweet home alabama.

it works 80% of the time.

the other 20% he gets slaps to the face.

can be quite grumpy, but it doesn’t take much to put a smile on his face.

refers to life as ‘rodeo’

once you get him talking he won’t shut up.

doesn’t really like big crowds of people and can get a tad shy.

his brother is the next in line for ownership of the ranch, but secretly wishes he was.

it’s left him in a bit of a crossroads in his life.

at the moment he’s traveling around trying to find where he belongs.

though a little uncouth at times he does appreciate the wonders of the world, in art, in music, in everything the world has to offer.

is a terrible linedancer.

had to have lessons when he was twelve but the teacher kicked him out for being disruptive.

at school he was the same.

he got really good grades but spent most of his time in the principal’s office.

one time he spread washing up liquid around the sinks throughout the school and proceeded to flood every available space with bubbles.

he was suspended for a week and had to do ‘community service’ for a year to pay for the damages.

not to mention the reception from his parents was possibly the angriest they’d ever been with him.

to be fair, the event straightened him up a little and graduated top of his class.

working on the ranch has been his life, and figured that’s where he’d spend his whole life.

but deep down knows he wants more.

settling down and having a family would be good for him.

Rules:

Any gender.

No supernatural sims.

CC is great but if you could just make it an everyday outfit, that’ll be cool!

Tell me about your sim, I’d love to get to know them better!

Tag me in your post! - (If I haven’t reblogged/liked it I most likely have missed it so tag me again or dm me!)

whoops

forgot to give a deadline. Let’s say Friday 12th, and if I don’t have enough sims I’ll extend it!

I’m super excited to see your sims! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

#bachelor challenge #jesse buckley #jesse buckley bachelor challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #thesims4 #sims4

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lewanarta · 5 years ago

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7, 11, 16, 20, 26, 29, 41, 45/46, 49 - I'm bored too so here you go

Ich liebe dich, danke ♥

Sorry it took so long, I wanted to give you good answers 😅

7| What do you think of the stricter rules for suits (that were followed by a lot of disqualifications)

I think that strict rules for suits are necessary, especially when nowadays ski jumpers starting in the World Cup are pretty equeal when it comes to skill and changing even tiny details can mean gaining a few meters. Although let’s say that I’m not really convinced, that the equipment controls are all fair and square and that every regulation made by FIS makes sense. It’s a big and complex issue of ski jumping today and I feel, that we actually know very little about all the stuff going on with the suits and the rest of equipment.

11| Are you interested in the jumpers private life?

I’d say not that much? Of course I like to know what the ski jumpers I like are up to, but I’m never really actively searching for any informations about their private life. If they decide to share some details, that’s great, but I always try to respect their boundaries.

16| What do you think of ski jumping fan fiction? (Additional: Favourite Fanfic and worst/funniest Fanfic)

I’m not really a fan of fan fics about real people… even though I’ve written one short silly piece and even published it on Tumblr, whoops 😅 But anyway, I don’t read ffs about ski jumpers, but if anybody likes them, I don’t mind.

20| What do you do while watching competitions on TV?

Talk to screen, think about what moments I could gif later, more talking to screen, comment the competition with @eksperimentgaj on Messenger, check out Tumblr, complain about wind with my dad if he’s watching with me… A lot of stuff

26| Do you rather miss the retired jumpers or are excited for the new generation?

Both - I’m nostalgic about my faves (The Fab Finn Team of 00s 😭), but also it’s exciting to see so many youngsters coming up and trying to guess which ones will become the big names in the future ^^

29| Would you prefer if the commentators referred to the theory more often?

Only if they know, what they’re talking about, because sometimes when they try… yikes 😬

41| Would you enjoy mixed competitons (2 girls and 2 boys)? Should there be more in the WC?

YES AND YES

45| What do you like the most about ski jumping tumblr?/46| What do you dislike the most about ski jumping tumblr?

I like that we’re actually very chill and respectful comparing to sj fandom on other social media. I like gifs and edits made by awesome creators here. I like that (so many of) the people here can talk about meritorical, sports related and technical stuff and often have a really big knowledge about the sport, but at the same time make silly live commentary, memes and just straight out gush about how pretty their fave is and nobody calls them out on being stupid or sth like that. And I like that I haven’t seen a single soul talking down women’s sj. I don’t like… idk, treating ski jumpers like ‘pure angels uwu’? They are just people after all. And I don’t like what is whole Tumblr’s problem rn aka likes to reblogs ratio on original posts. Guys, really, if you liked the post you’ve seen, please reblog it, especially when the fandom you’re in is as small as ours.

49| Do you think the 4HT is more important that the olympic games?

Hard to tell - on the one hand, 4HT winner has to be an amazing ski jumper in great shape, who’s able to deal with big pressure and jump greatly in all four competitions. It’s very rarely someone random winning the Golden Eagle, so victory in the tournament feels like a confirmation, that we’re dealing with an amazing ski jumper. On the other hand, we’ve got 4HT every year, so being an Olympic Champion feels more special, because it’s so rare. Also, Olympic medals in many, especially not ski jumping countries, are valued more (like in Japan or US), so the pressure on ski jumpers to do well in that one event is enormous and makes it very difficoult to win. Everybody is working hard to be in shape JUST for the Olympics. Plus, I think that more athletes would admit, that their dream is to win the Olympic gold over the 4HT. So yeah, I’m gonna say that Olympics > 4 Hills Tournament.

#ask

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softhaos · 6 years ago

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ONE (1) YEAR OF SOFTHAOS

fellas, as of today – jan 14th 2019 – softhaos has turned one year old!! honestly, i never expected to last this long?? over the past year, i’ve gone through many ups and downs, made close mutuals, received so much emotional support from all kinds of people on this site and overall, i’m so thankful that i pulled my shit together and joined the community on tumblr!

i still remember clearly when i first started out with this blog and posted the neighbor aus and got SO much support for it?? like?? i never thought it’d come this far where i could touch readers’ hearts with my word vomits?? that’s just insane. and even if you don’t read my works yet still follow me: wow, i’m so grateful that you managed to cope with my bullshit – be it from my undying hatred towards pcy and kmg, me abusing the uwuwuwu or my personal thoughts.

in other words, this is my message directed to everyone: thank you for keeping up with my bullshit uwu

now on to the part where i thank specific people for making my existence on this site more bearable,, i’ve left a message for everyone i tagged (i would’ve tagged literally everyone but i’m a stressed student i am so sorry if i forgot you kjldl and i would feel bad if i didn’t leave a note to everyone i tagged) and the list is in alphabetical order! @ anons i also left notes from you at the very bottom.

@baekberrie 💌 even though we just talked once literally two days ago thanks to my clumsy ass sending you an accidental ask, i’m so glad i actually did. pola (okay i got this from your about page im sorry kljsdl) you’re an amazing, kind and talented soul with whom i could’ve talked hours about soft bbh if it weren’t for my tiredness. i’ve only read your junmyeon oneshot so far but trust me, i’ll get to that cuddling fic with baek real soon once i’ve got more time uwu you’re honestly a talented writer and i hope we get to talk more in the future!

@baekbuns 💌 i’ve known you for how many days already you anon thot and i really can’t believe that i was vv intimidated by you at first (not gonna lie, you still scream bde but that’s another story-) hope, despite you trying to steal pretty much everyone from anyone, it’s still very fun to fight talk with you and you’re also an excellent writer uwuwuwu i am still very attacked by the thought of bartender yixing one day I WILL SUE YOU ALONG WITH PCY

@baekwell--tart 💌 bella!!!! ngl i’m still very pissed at myself for not realizing you from your old url but i’m glad i found you again!! (did i find you again? idk anymore i suffer from short term memory but i hope i got my point across sdjlkj) you’re such a warmhearted person and i’m really grateful that i got to know you. however, you’re also a funny person and that also shows in your writing - istg one day i will probably have “perpetual boredom” tattooed on my forehead don’t ask why that description of sehun will NEVER fail to make me chuckle!! you deserve all the love and happiness in the world and so much more uwu

@boosoonhao 💌 i know i keep repeating myself when it comes to you aj, but i really have no idea what else to say. i wrote it in the letter, i expressed myself way too often in the tags whenever i reblog your works, yet here i am doing it again (and maybe even more exaggerated than usual, we’ll see): aj, you are one of the most talented writers i’ve ever known and one of the greatest blessings in the community. there, i said it and i mean it! you are one of the very few i know that doesn’t shy away from fantasy-ish aus and executes them brilliantly. the way you have with your words is just fascinating and i find myself sometimes jotting down what you wrote for future references? but writing skills aside, you are a beautiful and kind person and up to this day the key chain you sent me is still intact. aj, thank you for blessing me, blessing everyone with your talent and general existence.

@byuncaa 💌 bianca you smol soft bean you have my heart right there and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we get to talk more in the future uwu you’re such a cute soul gaaah it really makes me wanna send you all the soft memes i possibly own anywaY i hope you just stay as bubbly and bright and adorable as you are uwu

@cafechenle 💌 hani, kaito kid, i don’t know whether you’re still alive on tumblr or not but idc i’m still writing this to you anyway. you’re one of the first people i’ve met on this site and gOD i remember it as clear as day where i was so close to blocking you within the first few minutes of knowing you. yes, i’m talking about the entire mansae chan era discourse. anyway, we don’t talk as much but i hope you’re doing fine my wee lil silver boys supremacist!!

@changbeanbag 💌 landon, we literally just met yesterday but as you can see, i don’t care and i’m writing you a wee lil note anyway. you, my dude, radiate uwu energy and ngl i may have squealed when i saw your tags in the ask i sent you teehee - i hope we get to talk more in the future (that is, if school hasn’t killed me until then-)

@changbiinn 💌 kirra, you beautiful, blue haired visual goddess who has everyone else (including jisung yES I WENT THAT FAR) looking like a mere smurf and found dead in a ditch! i didn’t think i’d get an instant dm from that one inkigayo shitpost but you went ahead and proved me wrong sjljlks timezones fuck me up all the time but nonetheless i hope we get to interact a lil more and gET ENOUGH SLEEP OR ELSE

@cheolsjigyu 💌 MISS VAN NO I DID NOT FORGET YOU HEAR ME OUT. first of all, how could i forget you when you provided me all the great twt aus and the wild chats we had back in?? sometime early last year i guess. it’s been a very long time since we talked and i’m sorry i couldn’t reach out to you any time sooner due to school and the usual stuff (also, uh, i’m not the biggest friend of tumblr dms and barely check any messages there so there’s that too) believe it or not i still wheeze whenever i think of your fic swing baby because goddamnit that jyp song was one repeat for a good week. anyway, i hope you’ve been doing well and are not at the brink of near death like me uwu

@cherryxiu 💌 gran, frank, satan incarnate, whatever else i call you. you may fuck me up with the pcy i’ve never asked for but i hope you know you have a soft spot in my heart (i’ll never say that out loud again tho so see it as a one of a time thing). you’re my fav minseok stan and while i wouldn't necessarily jump off a cliff for you, i’d jump with you uwu anyway, aggressively refrain from sending me more pcy content i’m just trying to live an easy life here. but knowing you, you’ll definitely pretend as if that last part was never written so why do i even bother-

@chillihansol 💌 hanni my child!!! i hope you’re doing fine, aren’t as stressed anymore and have received the love you deserve and more!!! i still remember when i was highkey intimidated by you so i went on anon but then somehow you were startled by my lil threat and then i became your mom anon? funny that has changed over the time skldj hanni, i don’t regret ever going on anon for you and you’re an amazingly talented writer. i already said it once but i’ll say it again: guns n roses was the first svt fic i read on tumblr and just thank you for creating that piece uwu

@choco-seventeen 💌 miss choco, i almost tumbled down the nonexistent stairs in my apartment when i saw you ??? sliding into my dms ??? and then reading my word vomits ??? and then you followed me ??? and everything that followed after ??? i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me and up to today it remains a mystery to me ngl. we love a talented, kindhearted, fantastic, stunning, visual writing queen who is ofc the right person to love thanks to the avatar discourse she started!!! choco, keep on enlightening everyone’s life with your mere existence, the tags you put in your reblogs that make me smile and of course, wonderful stories <33

@custardheart 💌 taylor, i don’t think we have ever talked (unless you approached me on anon maybe then maybe yes??) but i just wanted to thank you for blessing my notifications. you’ve been supporting me / on my notifs for quite a long time - may i say you’re like one of the first followers i had when i first started out? THAT’S how long you’ve been here already and i can’t thank you enough <333 (please don’t ask me why i know that but goddamn every time i see that jeonghan profile picture i already know it’s you djklj)

@dinoshaur 💌 sha! lee! i know we barely talk to each other but i just wanted to use this opportunity to thank you for making some of my days with your astounding fics!! one of my favorite works from you will always be “flower crown prince” because you have NO idea how much i struggle with finding seungkwan fics dkkjljlk i’m sorry i didn’t submit anything for the lfw challenge i really tried to make it but you know, life problems happened whoops. i wish you all the happiness and inspiration and love from chan himself you gifted angel uwu

@forevershua 💌 dear fossil mother ryan, i can’t believe i internally pronounced your name wrongly for pretty much half a year knowing you. please forgive me. okay, but all seriousness aside, you’re one of the closest people from this site!! i really love you so so much though i can’t guarantee that i love you as much as you love jeonghan more than shua; i still shed tears whenever i pull out your two postcards - especially the minghao one; i think i suffered from mild heart palpitations when i got it in the mail (and still do). i hope we get to meet this year and possibly clown rat together and just stay the somewhat sane person left in the gc <33 p.s HOW DO YOU FUNCTION WITHOUT A FRIDGE I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT

@gamerwoo 💌 rocket, you’re always active when it’s the ungodly hour where i live and it has happened more often that i stay awake because of you. not only do i have loads of stuff i can queue from you (teehee) you recently started posting stories again and the ones you hammered out lately just??? do things to me??? for real though do you have sadistic tendencies or somethin because you posted TWO (2) nsfw stories that I indulged at 2 AM IN THE MORNING. aside from that minghao and junmyeon stuff, uuuh, i finally got around to finish your ghoul au which i completely adore!! i’m looking forward to your upcoming works uwu and hope you get all the positivity and good vibes only uwu (p.s i have to confess: my dumb ass seriously thought the “woo” in your url referred to jungwoo and for some good weeks i thought you ult jungwoo rIP ME)

@hearttoshu 💌 jess, i don’t know what in the world i did to have you notice me because i’m gonna be honest here, i was scared of you skaljdlkjslkj please i don’t even know why, you seemed very intimidating but i was proven wrong in an instant!! you are one super soft bean with hq gifs and a love for jun and shua that reaches up to infinity and beyond!! your tags always get the best out of me and i’m really grateful for having you in my life uwuwuwuwu

@jejublr 💌 ew rat, you’re finally adulting. jokes aside, you were the first victim to fall under my disastrous typo errors and may i say that i’m just simply ICONIC for forever slapping that legendary nickname on you uwu nat who?? we only know RAT. you’re the one person i can always run to when more serious issues are bugging me since i guess you can relate the most to my personal dilemmas and i just wanted to thank you for being there for me <33 that, and for keeping gran somewhat at bay. i hope we get to meet up this summer where i’ll feed you with lots of chocolate while teasing ryan about her biasing jeonghan LMAO and just like most people from the gc, you’re one of the first close mutuals i’ve made. in a way, you could say you’ve been with me here since day 1 (almost) xx

@jin-hua 💌 mayo / mango / mayo that tastes like mangoes / idk i bet i have misspelled your names approximately 993828 times in 937987 different variations but guess what? i still love u to death uwu i love me a fitness queen, a visual goddess not even god himself could ever and i’m so so glad that you exist in my life <333 i know i promised you a crackhead message but when i think about it there’s not really a lot to say that’s out of place when it comes to you?? you’re an angel uwuwu the light of my life frank could NEVER

@justsomekpopstuff 💌 jj it is i, your #1 supporter!! since you’re also part of the nug club gc from the beginning on, you have an extra special place in my heart <3 jj, i love how supportive you are and i don’t think you realize that i cherish you to the moon and back and that times 903809. i love how you get so fired up about your hockey team and like to gush and suffer from the wrath of Joshua hong and i hope you’ll stay eternally happy uwu that, and dRINK LESS COFFEE ISTG

@lxveille 💌 veille we’ve never interacted a lot but i just wanted to let you know that i admire you a LOT. i haven’t got around to read more of your works lately, but i do have a favorite fic that i still clearly remember. okay, that’s a lie, i have several that left a strong memory. but let’s say, if i had to reduce it to one fic, it’d be the 100wtsily dystopian au with jihoon and 66 & 70! you’re one of the very few writers who hit the dystopian genre spot on and you truly are an inspiration. seriously, thank you a lot veile xx

@middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich 💌 LOOK, i didn’t even know you changed blogs or something and i’m so eternally sorry that it took me ages to figure that out! (RIP me) you’re one of the first followers i had if i recall correctly (i’m pretty positive of that) and i just wanted to thank you for sticking with me so long uwuwuuwwu i wish you all the happiness bb <3

@multi-yeol 💌 haaaa we’ve only known each other since a day or something but i’m really glad we did!!!! honestly, that Loona song sorter is harder than any of the german exams i had and though we don’t know each other for so long, i hope we’ll talk more in the future bub!!!

@oatmealupdates 💌 lynna, you too are one of the first followers on my blog i’m wheEZING you’ve been here for so long sdlkjlkj thank you for your support and your comments under the fics always make my day i swear!! i’ve also noticed that you haven’t been that active as you used to be (maybe it’s just me idk sometimes my dash is kinda wacky) but all in all i hope you’re doing good!! if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always hmu <33

@queerjunhui 💌 vane, ngl, you really scared me at first. i was really intimidated by your for reasons i can’t even explain and i always thought you were out of my league sdkljlk i think we started talking since the cyzj thing and you’re one of the funniest and nicest people i’ve met so far on tumblr, seriously! your content - be it from your shitposts to mindless thoughts like the entire indirects to j*** * yES I STILL RECALL THEM - you always manage to make my day brighter whenever i see you on my dash. i wish you all the happiness and hope you’re doing good uwu

@seungcheolsbodyharness 💌 katey, sis i still think about that criminal seokmin and the entire au we made up - from FBI agent cheol to incompetent intern vernon and all that jazz. besides the fact that your url is a pure 10/10 as well as your other URLs, you’re such a nice person and i really enjoy your presence - be it in the form of reblogs of any kind of thing to the comments you occasionally leave and don’t get me started on the aSKS; katey, i’m so glad to have met you on this site!!! uwu

@softwonwoo 💌 jian darling!! honestly, i have no idea how you even know of my existence. just like pretty much everyone else i’ve tagged here you kinda had that intimidating aura?? but then the more i talked to you somehow, the more i was proven wrong and you’re such a sweet pea i can’t- also, i’m glad that i found someone who can agree with me when it comes to chungha dsakjlskj pls stay healthy, stay happy jian!!

@swyllh 💌 sara, i don’t think we have ever had a proper conversation, but i just wanted to give you my appreciation. you are one of the most underrated writers within the community yet you always give your best when it comes to your writing and honestly, i really admire you. i haven’t found the time to read your interactive fic yet (i keep pushing that back i am so sorry but i’ll get to that one day) and one of the fics that i absolutely adore is that one end of the world fic with chan, as well as the vernon collab with sha!! i really hope you’ll get the recognition and love you deserve you gifted writer !!

@tonicandjins 💌 faye my snowflake, i haven’t seen you around lately but if you read this, i hope everything’s alright from your side! i’m quite sure i’ve already mentioned this to you but i’ll say it again. i will NEVER shut up about one and two small petals and will NEVER recover from it. another banger is that wonwoo fic with the printer- ugh, you’re such a talented, beautiful person and i truly wish you all the best. remember, don’t stress yourself and relax once in a while uwu

@yeolsmiling 💌 angie hi!! i legit only sent you one (1) ask so i really don’t have much to say so far unless i wanna repeat myself lMAO one day, i aspire to purely emit soft energy for yeol but i doubt that day will ever come. i hope we get to talk more in the future you soft bear <33

honeybunch anon 💌 honeybunch, i hope you’re doing well! i still remember that i called you that when you slipped into my asks and gushed about that one mingyu fic up to this day i’m still flattered and eternally grateful that you’re still here uwu thank you for your support and making my day <33

fromis anon 💌 idk if you’ll ever read this but i miss you uwu i hope you’re doing fine and just a quick update from my side: i still haven’t found a bias yet uGH

sugarpie / tulip anon 💌 you seem like such a cool person i’m really glad you stopped by in my inbox thank you for hitting me up uwu since i have no clue who you are and since i’m a dumbass, i’m can only rely on you messaging me jslkdj

none of the letters are proofread i am so sorry

#i stayed away up until now to make this post #bc i know im gonna fall asleep straight after school oops #if u excuse me i'm going to bed now lkdslk #dara being dumb and dense #in other words: dara is currently mush with zero (0) brain cells and energy #it's 3 am and i gotta wake up in 3 hours pls #i have for sure forgotten someone ugh kms #softhaos antics

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buttjaehyun · 5 years ago

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me vs. my best friend (kpop edition)

welcome to whatever this is i guess, well my nickname is nana so nice to meet y’all and since this is a post about me AND my best friend her nickname is kun so i’m just gonna refer to her as kun so just saying that now do y’all don’t get confused later

WARNING: this is an extremely long post so if you don’t want to read all of it i can’t blame you but it did take me roughly 8 hours to write this so i’d appreciate it if you read it but it’s okay if you don’t^^ also please respect our opinions and if any of you want to answer these questions in the comments or reblogs then please feel free to do so!!

so this was originally gonna be a youtube video but honestly i’m way too lazy to edit roughly 82 different music videos into 15 minutes. so i’m just gonna do it here until i get motavated enough to actually download 82 music videos and edit them down into clips. at the bottom of this is a spotify playlist of the songs i was gonna download audio/music videos for if you want to take a listen, there is one for me and one for kun ^^

so i guess i’ll start btw kun’s list took me SO LONG cause she’s also indecisive so we sat on the phone for 2 hours while she was answering these questions i swear

me (nana)

kun

both of us

1. Favorite Male Group:

- got7; im not even gonna lie those seven goof balls mean the world to both of us, like we’re seeing them on july 6th for the second year in a row, how can they top the greatest day of our lives?

- i adore all of them so much and they’ve made me the happiest i’ve ever been and i can’t believe i actually fell in love with one of them??? like it sound STUPID AF but like i deadass fell in love with mark tuan and i don’t regret it at all

- MY BOYS! honestly because of them i laugh constantly and can’t help but love them! especially yugyeom! he’s so cute i can’t! his eyes, his voice, his everything i adore him and he owns my heart from now until forever

2. Favorite Female Group:

- aoa; aoa was my first girl group besides f(x) and they have a special place in my heart but other then them i also adore twice

- red velvet; im not too into girl groups but i’m trying but so far i really enjoy red velvet and their personalities and they’re few of the girl groups i actually know the names of lol

3. Favorite Band:

- day6; we’re jyp stan’s at heart (and sm stan’s im not gonna lie) we’ve loved all of jyp’s groups and soloists thus far, honestly day6 doesn’t have a single bad song if you ask us

(dowoon owns my heart just thought you would like to know that)

(and brian owns mine whoops)

4. Favorite Underrated Boy Group:

- the boyz; they’re so cute and talented so stan them asap plz (also stan astro my bubs) okay so this one was hard for me ngl, i adore the group kun chose from the bottom of my heart but a lot of our answers are similar so i wanted to change it up

- astro; thanks to nana she dragged me into loving these goof balls and i’m so glad she did, they’re all so adorable and they have great music so stan my babies :(( sanha is the cutest babie and i love him please love my beagle boy

5. Favorite Underrated Girl Group:

- dreamcatcher; hands down one of the easiest questions for me? like idk i adore these girls and they’re great so please stan :D

- clc; MY GIRLS MY QUEENS okay so other than red velvet they’re my favorite girl group and i’m absolutely not gonna deny that

6. Favorite Rookie Boy Group:

- stray kids

so i’ve stanned stray kids since predebut, specifically when hellevator was released, YALL HAVE NO CLUE HOW HYPED I WAS im serious i didn’t shut up about these boys and i’m so glad they’re so beyond successful and i adore each and every one of them p.s stream side effects

i’ve liked stray kids since predebut but after nana’s persistence i ended up adoring the members more than anything (except yugyeom) i major stanned since january of 2018 and i’m so proud of my boys :((

7. Favorite Rookie Girl Group:

- itzy; so other than everglow it was hard for us to make a decision on this, neither of us STAN STAN many girl groups so most girl group debuts slip our minds after watching them but dalla dalla had been stuck in both of our heads for months now so that’s why we ended up choose itzy (also jyp girl group duh)

8. Favorite Disbanded Group:

- speed; okay so most people don’t know them and i am: depressed about it but it’s okay, they’re my boys and i love them, one of the members is actually zico’s older brother so oof yes talented family, they’re great and i miss them so much :(((

- history; so roughly towards the end of 2016 i saw their video just might die and queen, nana had already played me queen before and i really enjoyed the song (bop listen to it plz) and i just loved them from then on, after they announced their disbandment last year ngl it hurt cause i love them

(i could only find the audio of just might die without having to download the video so the link to the video is attached to just might die)

9. Favorite Sub Unit:

- NCT Dream; okay i’m not that person to be like Oh I oNlY stAn ThIs UnIt OF nCt no i stan all 21 members and whoever else joins from that HOWEVER all of the dreamies are really really high on my bias list so that’s why i chose them for my favorite unit (stream dnyl thanks :D) im actually listening to dnyl while writing this so love that

so i couldn’t find any gifs of nct dream ot7 so i settled for this cute gif of jisung

- WayV; i love all of nct but kun (+johnny and mark) are at the top of my nct bias list. i love take off and i love every song they’ve released so far, my boys ARE APART OF NCT (for y’all dululu fans) also stream dnyl for nana so she’ll shut up about how much she adores dream not that she’ll ever shut up about how much she loves them tbh

10. Favorite Duo:

- Jus2 + JJ Project

- again here comes the utter LOVE for jyp groups along with got7 i adore both of these duos beyond belief and i need mark to have a duo or a unit or SOMETHING cause i love him with every ounce of my being

- yugyeom. that’s it. yugyeom is the loml and there’s nothing he does where i won’t love him, focus on me hit somewhere different and i LOVE IT and HIM and of course jaebum cause he’s great too uwu i also love both of jjp and i was so exited for tomorrow, today so that helped too^^

11. Favorite Senior Group:

- infinite; so infinite. yeah i’m a HUGE inspirit and i miss hoya, sunggyu, and sungyeol like hell but it’s okay, i adore infinite im not gonna lie (to be fair i adore a lot of groups) and they mean a lot to me, out of my ults i think myungsoo has consistently stayed at the same place since 2016 as my second ultimate bias oof wow, it was also hard to choose between infinite, suju, and shinee like damn

- super junior; so i love suju? i love them more after once again thanks to nana’s persistence after black suit came out even though i was gonna listen to it away, i already loved heechul and leeteuk but dang i really love them and so does nana. but she likes too many groups to just choose one without overthinking it ALOT

12. Favorite Debut Song:

- come back again by infinite; okay so this was also a really hard one cause i love nct’s debut as well as ateez and astro but i ended up choosing come back again cause i find my self searching far and wide just to listen to this song (cause it’s not on apple music or spotify)

- pirate king by ateez; so yes i know that their debut was TECHNICALLY treasure but i love pirate king too much to not say it was my favorite debut, this song is still on constant repeat and always will be like uGH

13. Favorite Male Soloist:

- jeong sewoon; so im a big ol mush pile for all of the produce 101 s2 boys so of course sewoon would be up there with jinyoung, donghan, and SO MANY OTHER GREAT MEN, i adore his voice and the way he sings, he’s just so? great??

- dean; dean was the first kpop artist i ever listened to even without knowing he was a k-r&b artist, i love his voice, it’s so soothing and i can never stop listening to it

14. Favorite Female Soloist:

- chungha; coincidently snapping came out the day before i started writing this so yes?? queen?? but seriously i love her so much and i can’t ever contain my love for her music

- IU; she so ADORABLE? i love all of her music and i can’t believe she’s an actual human being, i seriously love her so much that it’s just uncontainable, she has one of the best voices in the kpop industry

15. Favorite Male Vocalist:

- baekhyun of exo; exo was my first group i ever got into, and they never cease to amaze me when it comes to their music. they never and i mean NEVER disappoint with their albums and bsides, as to why i chose baekhyun is simple, HIS VOICE SENDS CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE i mean so does jongdae but still

- kyungsoo of exo; i love kyungsoo and his voice and i’m going to miss him beyond belief after he leaves on july 1st :(( but seriously his voice knows no bounds and i can’t help but melt when i hear it

16. Favorite Female Vocalist:

- seola of wjsn; so i’m just saying now i don’t know much about wjsn but this girl. her vocals. yes? after her song with kihyun came out i fell in love with her vocals from then

- sunmi; i love my supportive queen, she’s great and beautiful and i love all of her music, i will never fail to bop to heroine at any time of day just because i love her that much like yes queen

17. Favorite Male Dancer:

- ten of nct; i don’t think much needs to be said as to why ten is my favorite male dancer. he is beyond anything i’ve ever seen before and has my complete respect for his passion for dancing and it makes me want to be a better dancer just so i can be proud of myself

- yugyeom of got7; oH i WonDer WhY yUgyEoM iS heRE, seriously i love his dancing more than anything and all of his freestyle clips on instragram make me have the utmost love for him beyond what i already have for him

18. Favorite Female Dancer:

- seulgi of red velvet; i’ve watched her dancing over the years and i’m never not mesmerized by her stage presence and the way she is so detailed with how she moves

- lisa of blackpink; she’s a great dancer and i will never deny that, she’s also a great rapper and her stage presence is great especially when she’s dancing (specifically taki taki)

19. Favorite Male Rapper:

- changbin of stray kids; okay so i knew from the moment i heard hellevator that this group would be big and man did they not disappoint, changbin has one of the best rapping styles and voices i’ve ever heard in my life, his speed and his lyrics are so amazing and 3racha songs are AMAZING too like wow this man and his power over me

- jooheon of monsta x; not only has joohoney wreaked my bias list but he has absolutely one of the most unique voices i’ve ever heard, his raps are so hard hitting and i can’t ever get over them, his solo work has potential to be soty because of how talented he is

20. Favorite Female Rapper:

- jessi; okay so i actually had a few female rappers in mind by it kept going back to jessi each time, i genuinely love her voice and i LIVE for her roasts like yes, also i love all of her music? like she has great music i 10/10 recommend

- yeeun of clc; i don’t know many female rappers but yeeun has been one of my favorites for awhile now and i love her voice, it’s just so great to see how much she’s improved and i’m so proud

21. Favorite Male Choreography:

- superhuman by nct 127; so honestly this was absolutely the hardest question for me, i love dancing and i love most male choreographies so idk why i came to this decision, actually i do, superhuman is honestly a wonderful dance and i love watching it each and every single time i seen it on my recommended on youtube

- highlight by seventeen; the performance unit has so much power and stage presence that it was so hard no to choose this song, they all have such great and precise movements when they dance and it’s beautiful

22. Favorite Female Choreography:

- chase me by dreamcatcher; i love this choreography so much? seriously these girls always kill it and i really want them to grow because they really deserve it

- hobgoblin by clc; this was the first female choreography i really really wanted to learn based on the dance other than russian roulette and dumb dumb by red velvet!!

23. Favorite Male Solo Song:

- fire by sik-k; i absolutely LOVE sik-k so naturally i wanted to choose one of his songs so i went though a bunch if my favorite songs of his and settled on fire, it was a very hard choice though cause addict exists and so does iffy but still

- crooked by g-dragon; crooked has always been one of my favorites by GD it just sounds so different and his voice just makes it one of my favorites, middle fingers-up is a close second for GD

24. Favorite Female Solo Song:

- why by taeyeon; idk why i love this song so much but i just do, i also love taeyeon so much like uwu yes, but seriously i really love all of taeyeons solo music as well as snsd

- honey tea by oohyo; honey tea is one of those songs you could listen to in a cafe or on a relaxing walk with your earbuds in just taking in the crisp air. it makes me feel super calm and just in a space where i feel like everything is chill and cool

25. Favorite Non-Kpop Artist:

- luhan; by baby lulu uwu, i’m absolutely a mushy gushy soft mess for that baby, he’s so cute and kinda and his music is just?? great????? what??? i seriously did not even have a second thought about this but some honorable mentions are definitely big time rush, 5sos, kris wu, joji, etc.

- conan gray; where do i bEGin?! his songs are by far some of my favorites. not only is he a great artist, he has this way with his music that is almost melancholic in sound. it sounds so entrancing and crush culture, generation why, and lookalike are some of my favorites^^

26. Favorite Non-Kpop Song:

- imitation by luhan; remember when i said i was gush for this man? i wasn’t joking. at all. i seriously love his voice and i just UGH love him, and this song?? bop.

- honey by lay; this song has taken over my life. i have it on repeat almost every night because lay did so well. it has such a good beat and so easy to just listen to over and over (but not out loud lolol)

Top 10 Groups:

nana:

1. GOT7

2. NCT

3. Stray Kids

4. Ateez

5. Monsta X

6. Day6

7. EXO + Astro

8. Infinite

9. SF9

10. The Boyz

kun:

1. GOT7

2. NCT

3. Day6

4. Stray Kids

5. EXO

6. Astro

7. Monsta X

8. SF9

9. Ateez

10. Seventeen

Top 10 Biases:

nana:

1. Mark Tuan (GOT7)

2. Myungsoo/L (Infinite)

3. Doyoung, Donghyuck/Haechan, Jaemin, Jaehyun, Jeno, Mark, Yuta, and Taeil (NCT)

4. San (Ateez)

5. Hyunjin, Jisung, Changbin, Felix, and Chan (Stray Kids)

6. Brian/Young K (Day6) + Youngmin (ab6ix)

7. Minhyuk (Monsta X), and Hwiyoung (SF9)

8. Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun (EXO)

9. Minhyuk/Rocky (Astro)

10. Kevin, Changmin/Q, Eric, Jacob, Sunwoo and Hwall (The Boyz)

kun:

1. Yugyeom (GOT7)

2. Dowoon (Day6)

3. Seungmin & Felix (Stray Kids)

4. Jooheon (Monsta X)

5. Rowoon (SF9)

6. Kun + Mark + Johnny (NCT)

7. Yunho + Mingi (Ateez)

8. Sanha + MJ + JinJin (Astro)

9. S.Coups (Seventeen)

10. Kyungsoo/D.O + Chanyeol (EXO)

[ nana; tumblr playlist ]

[ kun; tumblr playlist ]

btw for kun i added my favorite songs by some of the artists she had listed cause i didn’t ask her and i was too lazy so i hope y’all enjoy both playlists if you want to listen to them ^^

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