#never got that far into high school so idk what the deal is there..... if not i would just go w/ 8th grade dance

[br1ghtestlight]

question for americans (or generally anybody who went to public high school in a westernized country)

do 9th 10th and 11th grades students have any dances where they're able to attend outside of the prom (which they're only allowed to go to if a 12th grade student asks them out) like a winter or halloween dance etc as some primary and middle schools have. NOT being asked by older students but generally jsut a school-wide dance or celebration?

[inmirova]

"it's easier to leave an abusive situation than it is to stop an abuser" :^( but it's not easy :^(

[im-sleepdeprived]

Can you write something about co-workers to friends to lovers?

fix you up

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: i won’t lie to y’all idk how i feel abt this one. its cute dgmw but i hope you guys like it !!! ive had this request for an EMBARRASSINGLY long time, anon if you’re upset, i totally understand

warnings: mentions of injuries, burns, rude customers, bandaging some wounds n stuff, fluff and pining !!! (disclaimer: I’ve never been a barista so forgive me if this is a lil off)

masterlist, requests are open !!

Working in a rustic-vintage-corner-campus-cafe was definitely not how you saw your college years going. Your teen self would’ve killed to work at a place like this but when you grew up, you realized just how different the workload is between a high school student and a uni one such as yourself. 

You weren’t complaining of course. The pay was adequate, your manager was a simple old lady who never had much to say other than making sure all the equipment was clean, you got along with your coworkers pretty well for the most part and the customers were tolerable. 

But every once in a while, you’d get an entitled shithead who seemed to make it their life’s mission to ruin someone else’s day. And the problem with working a social job such as you did, is that you were an easy target. 

It started off as a fairly simple day, you clocked in and put on your apron ready to start your shift for the day. You preferred late morning shifts, leaving afternoons for classes (and the rouge 8am lecture every now and then) and nights for going out or studying. 

“Oh, Y/N! Thank god you're here,” Your co-worker, Vanessa, exclaimed.

Vanessa was a few years older than you. She actually wasn’t a student, she’d given college a try and it wasn’t her thing. Apparently, all it did was “try to undermine unstoppable greatness.” She was chatty, but you actually liked that about her. She could keep up a conversation with a statue. When you first started off here she’d been the one to show you the ropes and ever since then, you’d had a specific bond with her that you couldn’t really put a name to.

You gave her a small smile, “Yeah well, I do prefer to show up when promised. Especially when my paycheck depends on it,” you let out a small laugh.

“Yes! See, that's what I love about you,” she made a disgusted face, “Unlike Peter. Honestly, I don't understand how he hasn’t been fired yet! He shows up at least half an hour late to every shift yet Miss Hannigan still keeps him around.”

“Oh,” you stuttered, raising your hands a little in defense, “I didn't mean it as a jab at Peter, I swear.”

She tossed a curled blonde lock of hair over her shoulders while waving her other hand in dismissal, “Honey, don’t worry about it. I know you would never, you’re far too sweet for that. But I wouldn’t blame you if you did, you know, having to work more than half your shift alone? I swear if Bernard did that to me,” she made a big show of gesturing to herself, "I would not deal with it.”

While what she was saying wasn’t necessarily wrong, it didn’t feel right talking about Peter like that. Sure, he was late most of the time, leaving you to do most of the work while you waited for him to show up (somehow when he started working you two got the same shift together and it’s just been that way ever since) and while you, also, normally wouldn’t put up with this, there was something different about Peter. You never felt like he was taking advantage of you, and purposefully made you pick up extra slack. It was quite the opposite actually, he always apologized profusely and never slacked when he was on the clock. He always seemed so rushed and out of breath, you were pretty sure the poor boy just needed to learn how to manage time better. Plus, he always took it upon himself to unpack the orders because of all the heavy lifting required (you couldn’t tell just by looking at him, with all the sweaters he wore, but man was he ripped.)

“He’s actually really sweet.” You’re not sure why exactly you’re so keen on defending Peter. You two barely spoke, outside of work of course, and you don’t know much about him. But something inside you didn’t like anyone assuming anything bad about him. 

“Yea, well, he’d be a ton sweeter if he clocked in on time,” she laughed as she untied her apron, getting ready to leave. You faked a laugh as well, not wanting the conversation to progress any further. 

“Alrighty, well,” she heaved a breath, “I'm off, have a good rest of your day Y/N.”

You smiled once again and sent a wave her way before settling down in front of the register. It was slow today, not many people in the shop. A fellow student you only recognized from work sat in a corner booth with their headphones locked in and was working on what seemed to be some kind of essay. 

There was an older woman, however, looking incredibly irritated at the table closest to you. You’d never seen her before but that wasn’t too strange. It was a near-campus cafe, after all, lots of people passing through. She looked to be typing on her phone until, suddenly, she shut it off and made direct eye contact with you. 

If looks could kill, you would’ve dropped dead behind the counter, which wouldn’t be all that ideal considering you couldn’t remember the last time anyone mopped that side of the store. 

She stood up and walked towards you and you already dreaded the conversation to come.

“I have an order,” she spit out, as if she were disgusted to even be talking to you at the moment. 

No greeting or anything, wow. Someone wasn’t raised right. 

Nonetheless, you put on your well-rehearsed customer service smile and gave in. “Sure, I’d be happy to help with that. Can you just give me the order?”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I shouldn’t have to, I called in and placed it and it should be ready by now. I'm going to be late!”

You froze for a moment, not quite sure what to do, “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, but I just got here and I haven’t heard anything,” you glance at the little whiteboard kept on the counter for these exact situations only to find it empty, “and I don’t see anything here about a phone-placed order. Are you sure you have the right store?”

Her face was so red and steam was practically blowing out of her ears, “Of course, I have the right store! Do you think I'm stupid or something?”

“No! Of course not, I'm so sorry,” you start to blabber off, not wanting to make her any angrier than she already was, “I’ll get things ready for you right away ma’am.”

You turned around and tried to make yourself not freak out as badly as you wanted to. It was so humiliating getting yelled at like this in public! And yeah, maybe if you had such a problem with unpleasant interactions like this, you shouldn't have taken a social job such as this one, but honestly, you thought people would have enough manners not to act up like this. Apparently not. 

It slipped your mind for a moment because of how scrambled you got when the lady flipped her lid, but Vanessa has been known to do this, forget to write down orders and leave you to fend for yourself (quite literally since your coworker was never really around) and you’re pretty sure that’s what happened here. Other customers were usually more understanding than this woman bordering on Kathy-Bates-movie-character-insanity over a drink order. 

You reached into your back pocket, deciding you’d try to send her a hurried text about any phone calls she might remember. That just seemed to anger your customer more.

“Excuse me?! I'm sitting here waiting for my order and you're too busy chatting away on your phone?”

You lose yourself for a moment and you can’t feel your face anymore. 

“I am so sorry ma’am,” you repeat, which seems to be your mantra since you started working today, “I was just checking to see if-,”

“I don't care what you were checking, or what you need to see! Give me what I paid for,” her hand started smacking against the counter loud enough for the only other person in the store to look up, broken from their reverie. They merely shot you an apologetic look before getting back to their work, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“You have terrible customer service, honestly. I come here every Tuesday with my book club, but never again. If I don’t get exactly what I asked for in the next five minutes, I'm calling your boss and not leaving until I'm sure you’re fired.” 

You shake your head, “There’s no need to do that ma’am, I'll get everything ready for you.”

You turned around once again, this time, heading towards the cappuccino machine. You’re not sure why you said that considering you have no clue what ‘everything’ is that has to get ready. 

In all honesty, there’s a low chance that a suburban-white-soccer-mom type would have any real effect on your employment. Miss Hannigan would surely not fire you just because some order forgot to be written down and some customer got pissed. Right?

But you really didn’t want to find out. 

So, you started up the machine and turned to grab a cup. Today, apparently, was just doomed from the start. As you turned to grab one of the cups placed on the shelf over the machine, your hand hit the button that turned on the steam wand. Which was aimed directly at your other hand. 

You bit down the yelp that threatened to escape and jumped back, the back of your hand now searing with pain. Instinctively, your other hand came to cup your injured one, which only made it worse. You fought back tears as you moved to turn the steam back off. 

Inhaling deeply, you took a moment to try to get your mind working again. “Hello?!” Of course. You turned your head and gave her the fakest smile you’ve ever mustered in your whole life. “One minute ma’am.”

You could hear her going off about how she doesn’t have a minute to spare, but you ignored her, trying to think of what the hell you could give her to just get her out of your face. You’d have to guess her order since I wasn’t actually taken. You’d started playing a game with yourself since you worked here, guessing people's drink orders, and you’d say you’ve gotten pretty good. 

You peeked a look back at her. You’d had customers around her age come in before and order, for the most part, the same thing. A plain cappuccino. Seemed like a safe bet.

Swallowing down the pain as best you could, you approached the machine again. This time, taking out the portafilter. It must’ve not been put in correctly because it clattered to the ground, coffee grinds falling around the floor. 

You wanted to cry. Your hand hurt like hell, there was a new mess to deal with, and that lady hadn’t stopped complaining since you stepped in. 

Frozen, you began to panic a little, breaths coming out sporadically. You’d leave the sweeping for later, but you had to clean the filter so you could use it because it was the only one. And the slightest brush of air made your hand burn even more. You had no clue how to go about this. Maybe if you-

Like an angel, Peter rushed in through the side door. Tying his apron around his waist, he looked towards you. Your hand flew up to your mouth at his perfect timing and you saw his expression grow more concerned. 

He rushed towards you. “What happened?” And for a second, you forget everything that was stressing you out just a few moments before. He grabbed your hand so gently, you forgot every ounce of pain. 

“I cannot believe this!” She wasn’t giving up and you shut your eyes in frustration, turning to reply to her again. But before you can open your mouth, Peter steps in. “Hold on, can’t you clearly see she’s hurt?”

She scoffed and crossed her arms, “That’s her fault. If she knew how to do her job, it wouldn’t have happened.”

You could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. His expression hardened and his mouth opened to shoot something back at her, but this time, you cut him off. You placed your non-injured hand on his shoulder and gave him a look. 

He stared at you for a few seconds before finally giving in, blowing out some air in a frustrated huff. “Go wait for me inside,” he told you, nodding his head toward the employees-only backroom. 

“What?” You asked confused. You didn’t wanna leave him alone. 

“You’re not working right now, there’s no way I’m letting you. I’ll deal with her. Go, I’ll be right there,” he said, shoving you away gently.

Once you heard that he’d be following you, you were more willing. You walked through the door and took a seat at the table usually used for meal breaks. The ‘break room’ was a small room positioned in the back of the store. You can’t remember what this place used to be (a diner maybe?) but this specific room was used as an office, but Miss Hannigan claimed she had no use for an office so it was used for employee breaks. 

Every ounce of you was grateful for Peter’s Superman moment back there. He came in today earlier than usual and he’d totally saved your ass. You were going to make sure to tell him. 

You weren’t waiting long before the door opened again and Peter walked in, holding a backpack you hadn’t seen on him before. In his other hand, he held a drink. He placed the drink on the table before he grabbed one of the chairs, bringing it close to yours, and you turned your body to face him. 

He picked up your hand again, just as gently as before. “Alright,” he let out a breath of relief, “it’s not as bad as I thought, but, it’s still gonna take a while to heal. Wait,” he leaned over, unzipping his bag and taking supplies out while you just stared at him.

“I thought you majored in biochemistry.” You blurted out. Your face heated up a little when he looked at you curiously.

“I- I saw your textbooks once when you left your bag open. And I’ve seen you around campus, near the science-y buildings…and stuff.” You shrugged and he chuckled. 

“I do,” he nodded, “any medical stuff is self-taught. I get into a lot of…accidents.”

“Oh.” You nodded at him. What kind of accidents would he get into? You’d never seen him hurt, but what did you know. 

“I take it you don’t major in anything science-y,” he said, grinning at you.

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. But I have a chemistry class I have to take for credit. Which makes no sense because chemistry has nothing to do with what I want to learn.”

He laughed and set his bag back down, everything he needed was now laid out on the table. “Okay,” he picked up a white tube with red lettering on it. “This is gonna help with pain and scarring. I’m going to spread some of this, then wrap it up for you.” You looked at the table and saw he’d also taken out some white gauze. What kind of ‘accidents’ did he get into?

You nodded, at a complete loss for words. You had no idea Peter knew so much about injuries and you were so thankful he was helping you out. You didn’t hate each other, but you weren’t close either.

He applied a small amount to the back of your hand, asking you constantly if you were okay as he rubbed it on softly. Honestly, even if it did hurt, you wouldn’t have the heart to tell him.

He finished up with the cream and moved onto the gauze, expertly wrapping it up to lightly cover your wound. When he was finished with that, he carefully tied it off, making sure not to tie it too tight.

“There,” he leaned back and smiled at you, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “All fixed up.”

 “Thank you, Peter, really.” You reluctantly pulled your hand back into your lap, missing the warmth of his fingers wrapped around it.

“You don’t need to thank me Y/N, it’s the least I could do. I’m just glad I got here earlier than usual.”

You nodded and looked down. “Well thanks anyway, you saved my ass back there. Seriously, I have no idea what’s wrong with me today but I kept fucking everything up.”

“Hey,” he said softly, making you look up and meet his gaze. “You didn’t fuck anything up. Okay? You made a few mistakes, but that's not your fault. She shouldn’t have been treating you like that, especially when you’d hurt yourself.” He looked away and scoffed as he remembered the terrible customer that had ruined your morning. You would’ve felt extremely touched by his care if it weren’t for his next words.

“All that for a plain fucking cappuccino.” He mumbled.

“A plain cappuccino? Really?” You asked excitedly, forgetting about everything, and grinning at him wildly. 

“Um, yeah…why?” He asked you, confusion was written all over his face, but he couldn’t help his own smile slightly growing when he noticed your enthusiasm.

“Nothing,” you shook your head quickly, smile never fading, “I just…well, I play this game with myself where I guess people's drink orders. And I think I’m getting pretty good because that’s exactly what I was going to make her before you walked in.”

He laughed out loud and you joined in. “What’s my order?” He asked. 

You paused for a moment. “A caramel macchiato with extra caramel.”

He looked at you for a bit, “Close,” he admitted. “It used to be.”

“So are you gonna tell me what it is now?”

Shaking his head, he leaned over the table and dragged the drink he’d brought in earlier in front of you. “Here,” he changed the subject, “I made you this.”

You’d completely forgotten about it, and when you took a closer look, you realized it was your coffee order. 

Your mouth fell open, “How’d you know?”

He just shrugged, smiling slightly. He knew it was your favorite, but the confirmation was still nice. “I've seen you make it for yourself. Educated guess.”

“Oh my god,” you said, voice soft. It was a simple thing really, you had one most days at the end of your shift. But the fact that he’d noticed… It just meant a lot. “Thank you so much, Peter.”

He just waved you off, his smile growing when he noticed your reaction to the drink. He couldn’t believe he got a chance to speak to you. Truly speak to you. He was always too awkward or embarrassed or trying to avoid embarrassment. But now, while he didn’t like the circumstances that led you both here, he was actually talking to you. And it was nice.

“So,” he started, not wanting this to end just yet, “you said you’ve got a chemistry class?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, picking up your drink and taking a sip. “The one with Professor Hall. I actually have a class after this shift. I totally suck though, and he hates me. I just don’t get it, and he doesn’t explain it well!”

Peter nodded, completely understanding what you meant. It was a tough subject to begin with, and he knew not everyone was as into science as he was, add onto that a teacher who doesn’t really teach, it’s a recipe for disaster. 

“I actually had that class. Last year. I can help you, sometimes. If you’d like me to, that is!” He rushed out. Great, he thought, now I’m getting awkward. 

You looked up at him, eyes wide. “Really? Do you mean that?”

“Of course. I think I’ve still got my notes too, if you want ‘em.” He shrugged nonchalantly as if he wasn’t saving your ass again. 

“Oh my god Peter,” you placed your non-injured hand on his knee, not noticing the way his body stiffened and he gulped. “That would help so much. There’s a huge exam coming up, and it's a huge part of my grade so I have to pass. I started cramming earlier but—”

“I’ll help,” he reassured you, “I enjoy science anyway, so it’ll be fun for me.”

“Thank you,” you repeated. Staring at him so close, you realized you’d never noticed how handsome he was. Sure there were times you thought he was cute, from afar, but now…you could see the different shades of brown in his eyes, the way one of his eyebrows was slightly curlier than the other, unwilling to sit straight. You couldn’t help but stare-

“Oh my god,” you repeated, except this time, you had remembered something. “If we’re both in here, who’s outside?”

“What? Oh, um,” he scratched the back of his neck, still reeling from having you so close to him. “Freddy’s out there?”

“Freddy?” You asked confused. 

He nodded. “The guy writing on his laptop, he’s friends with my roommate, throws the craziest parties. He’s chill, I told him to keep an eye out if someone else walks in. But it’s been slow, so I think we’re good.”

“Oh, okay.” You said, standing up. “We should probably still go though.”

He stood up beside you, frowning. “I don’t think you should work with your hand hurt. I don’t want you accidentally making it worse.”

Your heart warmed at his concern. “That's really sweet Peter, but I’ll be fine. I don’t know what happened before, I never do stuff like that, even accidentally.”

He still didn’t look convinced. “Why don’t you just go home? I can take it for today.”

You shook your head quickly, “I’m not leaving. I have a class later and it would just be a waste of time going back and forth anyway.”

You walked towards the door, opened it, and exited before he had a chance to argue anymore. You stepped behind the counter while Peter rushed out behind you. You watched Freddy give him a thumbs up and Peter nodded at him before he followed right after you. 

“Are you sure you should go to class today? I can walk you home so you can take the day off,” he offered, and he looked so genuine you almost accepted. 

“Peter,” you laughed and he decided no matter what your response was, it wouldn’t matter because hearing you say his name like that was enough. “I’ll be fine, I didn’t break both my legs, it's just a small burn.”

He stared at you for a bit as you smiled at him, trying to get him to ease up. “Fine,” he gave in reluctantly. “But no going towards the cappuccino machine,” he waved a finger at you, “or the ovens. Or anything hot!”

“Fine,” you shot back, grinning wide and he couldn’t help but return it.

The rest of the morning had gone by easily and you thought maybe you didn’t have totally shit luck. Peter was way more fun than you ever thought he’d be and you wondered why you didn’t start talking to each other sooner. 

It used to be silently working together but after those few moments in the break room, you guys were laughing your whole shift. He meant what he said, and he kept you away from anything that produced heat (which you told him was an insane boundary to set in a cafe) so you had extra time to make quips here and there.

You started playing your order-guessing game with him, teaching him certain traits that gave someone away:

“Side part, beanie, and a crossbody? Oh, he’s getting a tall, dark, americano for sure.”

“She’s getting tea. No coffee, just tea. Maybe with a little lemon wedge.”

And he started to get the hang of it. 

“She looks like she drinks matchas right?” He said to you when a girl around your age walked in. He’d been right and you both laughed about it afterwards. 

When your work shift ended, you were actually upset. 

“I’ve got a class to get to,” you told him, lifting your bag onto your shoulder. You’d both cleaned up and gotten yourselves ready, now standing in front of the door. Something in you didn’t want to leave just yet, enjoying your time together far too much to end it so soon. 

“Yeah…” he trailed off, you waited for him to continue but he hesitated. 

“What is it?” You crossed your arms and smiled slightly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. He brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, “I just…well, I was just wondering—if it's okay with you of course!” He rushed out, quickly bringing his hands up. “That I could walk you to class?”

You laughed, “I’d love that Pete, thank you.” You turned to open the door to let you both out but he quickly moved forward, holding it open for you and motioning for you to move forward. 

Looking back at him, you smiled and noticed his cheeks were a little red. How had you never noticed how adorable he was?

The walk back to campus wasn’t long but you learned a lot. He told you where he went to high school, his friends he still kept in touch with, his Aunt May, some funny moments from parties he’d been forced to attend by his roommate, and you laughed together.

You told him about the book you were currently reading, your life back home and your family, and why you chose to go to this college. He went along with your jokes, which made it all the more better for you. “I mean if you think about it,” you'd said, “it is so much easier to romanticize your life  when your school campus is as pretty as this one, and that’s real motivation!”

The conversation flowed naturally between you two and it felt like you’d been friends for ages. He dropped you off outside of your class building with the promise of picking you up afterward so you two could study together. 

“So I’ll be back here in an hour right,” he asked. 

“Right,” you smiled at him. “And thanks again Pete, for everything.” You held up your bandaged hand, shaking it a little before setting it back down. 

He shook his head quickly, “Don’t thank me for that. Really.”

You stared at him with a warm expression. “Bye Peter,” you waved as you turned to walk into your class.

“Bye Y/N,” he returned. He watched you walk through the doors, shooting him one last smile before you disappeared from view, before blowing out a breath of air. 

He’d finally gotten a chance to talk to the girl he’d been crushing on for months, and he got to walk her to class! And they were meeting up afterward. After working so close to you and never having the guts to initiate a conversation, he’d settled for just admiring you from afar. But after today, there was nothing that could keep him away. 

You were not having a good day. 

You’d just found out that your chemistry exam was being bumped up to two days from now. Even with the early studying you’d done before, there was no way you could catch up with everything that fast. You were so overwhelmed you had completely forgotten Peter was waiting for you outside. 

You walked out, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, and you practically jumped out of your skin when someone placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, don’t worry,” he said, his voice soft yet full of concern. Peter. “It's just me. What happened?”

The second he saw you walk out, he could tell something was off. He could literally sense the anxiety rolling off of you in waves. He had waited for you to look up and stop when you saw him, but you were just about to walk past him before he stopped you. Now, you were looking at him with distress coating every feature on your face. Your brows were pinched, your lip red from biting it, and your eyes wide and distant like you couldn’t even see him and he was standing right in front of you. Something had gone wrong and he wanted nothing more than to fix it. 

“What is it? What’s wrong? He asked frantically. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered, hands flying up to the sides of your head and gripping your hair. You weren’t looking at him anymore, “Oh my god.”

“Ok Y/N,” he said nervously, “you’re starting to scare me.”

“Two days Peter!” You looked at him wildly. “Two days! I can’t go over everything in two days, is he fucking insane? I didn’t even know he could do something like that, I mean, can he do something like that? I feel like that shouldn’t be allowed it should—”

You cut yourself off and started pacing back and forth in front of him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna bomb this. And if I fail, it’ll bring my whole grade down! I can’t afford that I—”

“Hey,” he repeated, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder again. “I said I’m gonna help you, and I meant it. So we’re gonna get through this together, even if we have to stay up all night.”

You stared at him, trying to wonder what you’d done in your life to deserve such an angel. 

You shook your head quickly, “I really appreciate that Peter, but I’m serious. There’s no way I can learn everything I need to know that fast.”

You tried to smile at him but it didn’t reach your eyes. 

He grinned, his expression the total opposite of yours. “Well, you’ve clearly never studied with me, so don’t sound too sure yet.”

Another thing you’d come to realize was just how smart Peter was. 

You really should’ve known when he told you he’d taken that advanced chemistry class a year ago. And passed. 

Looking through his notes, you could see his attention to detail. He really wasn’t a slacker in the classroom because everything was clearly laid out here. 

You’d spent that night going over everything and you’d actually started to feel hopeful about it. Peter was a way better teacher than Professor Hall, and it didn’t hurt that he was so cute. He was understanding with everything and was willing to go over any part for as long as it took for you to fully grasp it. 

At the end of the night, he’d undone the wrappings around your hand, reapplied the cream for you, and wrapped it up again.

“It’s doing okay,” he reassured you. “Like I said, it’s gonna take a while, but if it starts hurting or anything, take some medicine. Then find me.”

You were sure you’d just melted into his hands at that moment.

The next day, you couldn’t wait to get through everything and see him again, even if you were going to be talking about chemistry. 

You weren’t scheduled to work at the cafe today, so you’d only get to meet up after both of your classes. 

Lectures were a blur, nothing really catching your attention and you spent most of the time with your phone tucked in your hand texting back and forth with Peter, barely concealing your laughter when he sent you memes. 

It was like that all day, until, finally, you made your way over to his small apartment he shared with one of his friends. 

its very quaint 🤌

(totally NOT what we say to make ourselves feel better about this shoebox)

He’d told you over text, making you laugh out loud as you made your way over there. 

dw🫡 I was one of those kids who used to live in their play tents and hid in random corners and spaces

im totally ready for this

ok but be warned, we do not have a pet!!! they are not allowed per our lease!!! ignore the cat when you come in!!! tell no one!!!

what cat ??

good girl ;)

Your face flushed as you made your way up the steps to his door. You knocked three times and barely had to wait a second before Peter stood before you, holding the door open. 

“Hi,” he said, smiling at you. 

“Hi,” you grinned back. You heard a small ‘meow’ come from behind him and he quickly held up a finger to his lips. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh as you nodded at him. 

“Come on in,” he said, stepping out of the way to lead you through the door. You stepped in and kicked off your shoes before looking around. It was plain, but that was to be expected really. 

There was a large poster hanging next to their TV, however, that caught your eye. “Big fan?” You asked him, shoving your thumb in the direction of the Star Wars poster. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Kind of.”

“Oh. Well, I was just asking because I love those movies. My little brother used to watch them and I got really into it.”

“Oh. I mean—I don’t know what I was saying before I love them too.” He rushed out, making you giggle.

He stayed staring at you for a bit, his eyes rounding out and his mouth gaping a little bit. 

You gave him a small smile, “Okay, well we should-” You let out a small yelp, hands flying to your mouth as you jumped back. 

The living room was small. The only things occupying it were the TV mounted to the wall, and in front of it, was a sofa. And on the sofa, was an unconscious body that you hadn’t noticed until it let out a low groan. You really weren’t sure how you missed it, there wasn’t much else to look at, but they had just been so still. 

Heart beating erratically, you turned towards Peter again, who was looking at you with all the amusement in the world written all over his face. “Was he always there,” you whispered, eyes wide.

He opened his arms, “Well, angel, I really don’t know. Did you see anyone come in?”

“Oh shut up,” you grumbled. “He looks familiar…is that..”

“Freddy.” He finished for you. Right. The dude from the cafe. 

“He crashes here sometimes.” He added.

You nodded. “Alright.”

“Shall we?” He opened a door beside him and looked at you. 

“Right. Yeah, of course.” You walked past him and into his room. You stopped after you entered, taking a moment to look around. His room was simple, with just his bed, a desk and chair, and a dresser perched next to another door you assumed was his closet. 

What really caught your attention, however, were the photos scattered all over the walls. The room was practically engulfed in Peter Parker’s memories, and you really liked it. Without thinking, you approached one wall, walking through them and taking each one in. 

There were some with large groups of people, those looked like school trips. Most of the photos were of the same two people, and based on what he’d told you, you assumed those were his friends. Ned and MJ. 

A lot of the photos contained an older woman, who looked stunning. That had to be his Aunt May. You were shocked by how many photos he had with the Tony Stark. He’d told you he had an internship at Stark Industries, but really, you sorta thought he just went on coffee runs all day. 

And then, you saw a couple shots of Spider-Man. It wasn’t unusual, you knew a lot of people snapped photos of the masked hero when they spotted him around the city. What was unusual, was the quality of the photos. You didn’t know if you’d ever seen such clear photos of him, even on the news, as he was always swinging and in motion. In these, Peter seemed to have caught him at just the right time. You wondered how long it took him to capture the photos.

“Big fan?” You smirked over at him from your spot by one of the Spider-Man photos as you repeated your words from earlier. 

Peter leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, content with watching go over the details of his life. He felt a little naked, like he was bared out in front of you. But…it felt good too. He liked knowing you were learning new things about him, and curious to know more. It filled him with an anxious sort of giddiness.

“You first,” he said slyly.

Laughing, you said, “Well, I don’t see how anyone can hate on the guy. He literally runs around saving lives”

He laughed as he approached you, standing by your side. You’d be surprised. “True I guess.”

“We should get to studying,” you said, breezing past him, your hand brushing his bicep as you did. He sucked in a breath, his entire body feeling electrocuted after that one touch. He wondered how you seemed so normal, laying out your books and papers on the floor beside his bed. 

This was gonna be a long night. 

He cleared his throat and moved to sit across from you, hoping he didn’t look as flushed as he felt. 

After a few moments of him watching you get settled, you heard him start laughing. Looking up you asked, “What’s so funny?”

That only made him laugh harder. “Just thinking about how scared you got before. Did you really not see him?”

You felt your face go hot. “I didn’t! I had no clue he was there, and next thing I know he’s making lawn mower nosies!”

Peter was red in the face now. “The way you flew back,” he said between fits of laughter, “I thought you’d give yourself whiplash.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled at him, picking up one of your pens and throwing it at him. It bounced off without him even flinching. 

You looked down, avoiding his gaze by busying yourself with your papers. 

“Okay I’m ready to be serious now,” he said. The laughter was gone but amusement twinkled in his voice. 

“Great! Welcome back Pete, now hand me that pen, I’m gonna need it.”

Two hours later, you were both sprawled across the floor tossing Chess-Its at one another. 

“Come on!” You threw your arms up in defeat when you threw another cracker at him just for him to catch it again. 

Peter chuckled, “Sorry angel, I’ve just got killer reflexes.”

“Alright whatever,” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, throw some at me.”

You opened your mouth, ready to finally win one round of this nonsense…just for a Cheez-It to hit your cheek and fall to the ground with the rest of your tries. 

Peter laughed while you sat up, reached to grab the box of crackers, and poured some into your hand before putting it back down. 

“Okay, I’m done. I actually want to eat them now.” You said, munching on a cracker and sitting against the side of his bed. 

“Oh come on, don’t be a quitter Y/N/N,” he grinned, leaning over and pinching your cheek. 

You swatted his hand away with your empty one. “M’not.”

He smiled at you before sitting up. “Hit me,” he said, opening his mouth and pointing at it. 

You grabbed a Cheez-It from the palm of your hand and made a big show of trying to get your aim right. Squinting one eye, you stared at him, moving your hand back and forth before tossing it slightly more to the right. On purpose. 

That didn’t stop him from leaning over and catching it in his mouth. 

“I don’t like this game,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you did,” he said back, munching on his Cheez-it. 

“Sue me,” you told him, brushing him off with a wave of your hand. 

He laughed before he settled down. “How’s your hand feeling by the way.” His voice was considerably softer now, making you smile softly at him. 

“It’s doing great, thank you again, Peter. I would’ve been totally fucked if it weren’t for you,” you told him honestly. 

He shook his head, “Don’t thank me at all Y/N. Hate seeing you hurt,” he mumbled, less to you and more to himself and he stayed staring at your wrapped-up hand. 

“Well don’t worry about that, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Yeah?” He looked at you suddenly, like he needed to know you meant it. 

“Yeah,” you nodded at him. 

“That’s good,” he breathed out and your heart squeezed at how much he seemed to care. 

“What's your plan? Y’know, for after school?” You didn’t want to leave just yet, even with your studying done. And you wanted to know more about him. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t taken a certain liking to him lately. 

“Well after I get my degree, I’m going move up a little further in Stark Industries. I’m still undecided on grad school, I think I’ve got everything I need and I’m probably just gonna start saving up to pay off student loans instead of adding on them.”

You nodded at him, “So the Stark internship is going well? No offense, I sort of thought you were their coffee mule.” You grinned at him before popping a Cheez-It in your mouth. 

He scoffed, “No, I’m not. I mean, it did take a while to get them to take me seriously, but I got there!”

You laughed, “Well, very proud of you Pete. That’s super impressive.”

He grinned at you, his face heating up at your words. He wondered if you knew how much it affected him every time you called him Pete. Probably not, but he never wanted you to stop. 

You two stayed like that for another hour or so, time passing by without you noticing at all. You talked about your futures, where you say yourselves after school, and after that. Your admiration for him only grew as you got to know him more. You could talk to him all night and never get bored honestly, you-

Shit. 

A random notification lit up your phone, which lay beside you on the floor, making you take notice of the time. 

You sat up quickly, spitting out curses as you started gathering your belongings and shoving them into your bag. 

Peter sat up as well, helping you get your things together but in a calmer manner than yourself. 

“Relax Y/N,” he said in a soothing voice. 

“Pete I can’t do it.” You turned to him suddenly, dropping everything in your hands. 

“Do what, angel?”

“The exam is tomorrow. I’m not ready! I’m gonna fail, and that one grade, that one stupid grade, is gonna hold me back and ruin everything-”

“Sweetheart look at me,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip was warm and reassuring. “You are not going to fail. And I know this because I’ve spent the last few hours studying with you, and I saw how smart you are, and how quick you caught on. You’re gonna walk in there tomorrow and ace that test, I know you are!

“And if for some reason you don’t,” he continued, “you gave it your best. You tried your hardest and you learned something, which is all that matters in the end. So breathe, stop stressing, and let me walk you home.”

“All that talk as an excuse to ask to take me home?” You snorted, “Peter you shouldn’t have.” Despite your jokes, you took his advice and took a deep breath. He was right, you’d studied your hardest, both with and without his help. All you could do was take the exam and hope for the best now.

He laughed and stood up, holding out a hand once he saw you all packed and ready. “Caught me. So is that a yes?”

You took his hand and pulled yourself up but didn’t let go right away. “If I fail, do we have to stop hanging out? Y’know, with you being a science prodigy and all.”

He laughed again and placed both his hands on your shoulder, staring straight into your eyes. “Never.”

“Ok, well, just making sure. I wouldn’t wanna give you a bad rep in the science community or something-”

You were suddenly cut off from your babbling when he pressed his lips to yours. You froze for a second, unsure what to do, but it didn’t take long for you to catch up and kiss him back. 

He pulled away after a few moments, “Done with the jokes?” His voice was soft and teasing.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, eyes still closed. “But I think you might need to do that again, just to be sure.”

He chuckled murmuring something that sounded like ‘too cute’ but you couldn’t be bothered to hear when you felt his lips on yours again, this time, expecting them. 

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and canting your head slightly for better access. He groaned, one arm wrapping around your middle, the other settling on your waist.

You might have pictured kissing him before, just maybe. But none of your daydreaming could’ve prepared you for the real thing. The way his bottom lip covered your top one, the soft breaths exchanged between the two of you, the way he pressed himself further into you when you tugged his hair a little harder. This definitely beat all of your daydreams. 

You could’ve stayed that way forever, and you probably would’ve if Peter hadn’t taken one for the team and pulled away first. 

Or tried to, at least. 

“We should-” kiss. 

“You-” kiss. 

“I need to walk,” kiss, “-you home angel.” He murmured against your lips.

“Okay,” you whispered back but you didn’t move to pull away, and he didn’t push you. The two of you stayed stuck, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, taking in the atmosphere of each other. 

“I should probably go now,” you said softly. Peter hummed in agreement, leaning in to peck your lips gently. 

“It’s getting late,” but your voice is more of a sigh. You don’t know what he’s laced his lips with but each kiss makes you weak in the knees and woozier than the last one.

“God, d’yknow I’ve had the biggest crush on you.” He said, completely disregarding your previous statement. 

That stops you. “What?” You asked him in disbelief. Peter had a crush on you? No way, you would’ve known. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “don’t act so shocked. I was always a stuttering mess at work whenever you so much as looked at me.”

True. But you’d just thought he was a bit more on the shy side. 

“I’d seen you around campus before and I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, and I still do, but I thought I had no shot in hell with you. And when I got the job at the cafe and saw I’d be working with you? I almost lost my fucking mind sweetheart.” You both laughed a little and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks flamed up because of his words. Did he have any clue what he was doing to you right now?

“So I just sorta kept my distance, y’know? Admired you from afar ‘cause I was too scared you’d reject me. Sadly, it only took you nearly burning your hand off,” he gave you a look and you burst into giggles, him doing you and slightly pinching your waist, “for me to get over myself and actually keep up a conversation with you. But now I’ve got you in my room, kissing me.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, “lucky you.” You joked as leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. 

“Lucky me indeed,” he murmured before pulling you in even deeper. He dipped you, making you squeal into the kiss. Then he pulled you up, unable to keep the kiss going any longer with how hard he was grinning.

“Oh my god,” you said, laughing breathlessly. 

“A lot more where that came from,” he smirked at you. 

“You know,” you moved to pick up your bag, “for someone who was so scared to talk to me for so long, you sure found the confidence now.”

“What can I say? You make it easy. Once I started I couldn’t stop.” You smiled at him as he gently placed a hand on your arm leading you to the door. The living room was empty now, no one to be found on the couch or otherwise and you wondered where their cat had wandered off to.

You bent over to put on your shoes, Peter doing the same. He stepped forward and opened the door for you, letting you step out before following you and locking the door. 

As soon as he was done with that, you reached over and grabbed his hand. “Hey Petey?” You said lightly. Oh, he was going to melt. From now on, he only wanted you to call him that.

“Hm?”

“I’m glad you finally decided to talk to me.” 

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Yeah? Me too angel.”

The next morning, you awoke in the brightest mood, considering you had a chemistry exam later that day. All you could think about was Peter. You were going to see him later at the cafe and you couldn’t wait. 

You leaned over in bed to pick up your phone. Speak of the devil. 

GOOD MORNINGGGGG❤️

hope you slept well angel, can’t wait to see you today. and you’re gonna totally ace that exam!🥰

seriously you’re going to kick chemistry’s butt

A huge smile bloomed on your face, almost hurting from how wide it was. Usually, you'd stay in bed for a while, scrolling through Instagram or just going through messages or something. Not today, you couldn’t wait to get to work. Maybe Peter was a good influence on you. 

After getting ready for the day, you made your way to the cafe with a little bounce in your steps. The bell jingled above you as you opened the door and for the first time since you’d started working together, Peter was here before you. 

“Hey,” he smiled, holding up your usual drink order and waving it at you. 

“Hi Pete,” you approached his, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. As you pulled away, you could see how quickly his cheeks pinked, making you grin. 

“No ‘Petey’?”

“Didn’t know you had a preference,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling it towards you as you took a sip from the drink and then moved to get dressed for your shift. 

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, wishing he could feel your hand on his for just a little longer, “neither did I.”

You laughed lightly as you tied your apron, the sound hitting him like the greatest melody in the world. 

“Okay then,” you walked towards him, stopping right in front of him, “let’s start over. Hi Petey.”

“Hi angel,” he gave you a dopey grin and you returned it. 

“Great, now that we’ve got that figured out.” You patted his chest lightly before taking the drink from his hands and moving away. 

“Hey wait! Where’s my kiss?” He pouted at you and he looked so adorable, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss him till he begged you to stop.

“We’re at work, we’ve gotta be professional.” You said matter-of-factly. 

He rolled his eyes, leaned against the counter, and crossed his arms. “Professional my ass, no one is even in here-,”

Before he could even close his mouth, the bell jingled, and in stepped a boy about your age. The boy moved to one of the chairs, not moving to order just yet, giving you the chance to smirk at Peter, who just rolled his eyes again. 

“What do you he’s gonna order,” he asked you.

“Hmm…a cookie, probably.” You moved lean against the counter across from him and took a sip of your drink as you smiled. 

“Hey wait, you never told me what your drink order is.”

“Hmm…” he hummed in consideration before he moved towards you, grabbing your hand with the drink and bringing it up to his lips to steal a sip, maintaining eye contact the whole time. 

“I’ve got to say,” he said in a low voice, “this one has really grown on me.”

You couldn’t look away, all you could do was stare. And stare, and stare, and stare…

A stranger’s voice, and then, “Hey, can I get one of those double chocolate chip cookies?”

You were just on cloud nine today. 

You had taken your exam and for the first time ever in that class, you had felt confident in your work. 

And to top it all off, after you’d handed in your paper and packed your things to leave, Professor Hall had given you a ‘well done’ nod. You! He’d never noticed you positively before. You were going to need to drown Peter in thank-you kisses for his help. 

Speaking of Peter, you couldn’t wait to see him. He told you he’d be waiting for you after your class but when you stepped outside, there was no sign of him. You decided to sit on the building steps and wait. He was probably just running a little late, no biggie. 

Big biggie. After 40 minutes of waiting for him, during which you’d sent him a little text and he hadn’t responded, you decided to head over to his place. 

The walk was short and your little buzz had worn off after not getting to share it with Peter. After all, you kind of owed him most of the credit. You arrived at his apartment door, and when you knocked, it wasn't Peter who answered. 

It's Freddy. 

You throw on a smile. “Hi Freddy, is Peter home?”

He returned your smile as he said, “‘Sup Y/N.” He held out his fist and you stared at it for a while before you got the hint and bumped it with your own. “Pete’s not home right now, but you can totally come in and wait for him.”

You found it funny that someone who didn’t live there was inviting you in to stay, but you accepted anyway. You also had no clue how he knew your name. 

You knew little about Freddy, but you knew he was sort of a campus celebrity. Every raging party there was, everyone knew Freddy was behind it. 

“So,” you said as you walked in, “what year are you in Freddy?”

“Ah nah, I’m done with that shit. I took the bar,” he said casually, waving a hand and moving to sit on the couch. He kicked his feet up on the large Amazon box being used as a coffee table and picked up the open beer sitting atop it. 

You stood in your place, clutching your bag. He was in grad school?

“Oh that’s awesome dude, did you not pass or something.”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, taking a swig of beer, “got a 350.”

Your eyes widened. What. You didn’t know much about law school but you knew getting a score like that on the bar was not an easy thing. 

“Wait when’d you take it?” You asked confused. The bar exam wasn’t scheduled for a few months from now. 

“Last year.”

“Do you like…work at a firm or something?” It was insane to you that the party animal of this school had already graduated, and with an amazing score nonetheless. 

He shook his head, “Workin' on my music right now, and if that doesn’t work out,” he gave you a wicked grin, “well I’ve always got my law degree.”

You nodded, stunned. “That’s sick dude. Good luck,” you told him, waving as you moved to wait in Peter’s room. 

“Keep the door cracked kids,” he shouted towards you and you huffed a laugh as you entered the room and closed the door (leaving it open just an inch) before you sat at the foot of his bed. 

You looked around for a second, taking it all in. It’s amazing how he managed to take this small space and make it so him. 

After a few moments, you took out your phone to shoot him another text. 

But before you could finish typing it out, the window beside you started opening and you watched as the Spider-Man fell onto the bed, not noticing you gaping right next to him. 

You stayed silent, unsure of what to do or say until he moved to take his mask off. That got you moving and talking. 

“Holy fuck!” You basically shout, moving away, hands flying to your mouth. 

He seemed to be just as shocked as you were because he scrambled up from his lying position. And staring back at you was Peter Parker. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked you, eyes wide. It wasn’t till then that you noticed the paleness of his features, his face lacking that usually healthy glow it held, the waver in his voice, and the hand clutching his bloody side. 

“Holy fuck,” you repeated, voice lower, and for a whole different reason this time. “Shit Peter, you’re hurt.” You moved closer to him, temporarily forgetting everything else as your hand reached to gently remove his so you could take in the extent of his injuries. 

“It’s nothing,” he said but made no move to shove you away or stop you. You moved his hand and winced at the sight that greeted you, “Looks like a whole lot more than nothing babe.”

“I’ve had worse.”

You look up at him, frowning slightly, “Not exactly reassuring Petey.”

“I feel all better now,” he said, shooting you a charming grin as soon as he heard the nickname leave your mouth. “Add a kiss in the mix, and I’ll be good as new.”

You huffed a laugh, shoving his knee slightly, “Shut up Peter. I’m serious. I’m sure you’ve got some experience with stuff like this,” you wave a hand towards his suit and injury for emphasis and he gives you a quick nod. 

“Over there,” he pointed toward his dresser, “top shelf, under the blue sweater.”

You rushed over there, opening the drawer and spotting the sweater he mentioned. “I’m totally stealing that from you someday, this is your heads up,” you told him as you grabbed the large box and completely closed the door before you moved back to his side. 

“You can have anything of mine, Angel. I’m sure you’d look better in it anyway.” His words made you blush, but you tried to ignore them so you could focus on the task at hand. 

Peter, however, found that he really liked watching your cheeks pink up. And he wanted more. 

“Lean against the headboard, now.” You said, trying to be serious again. 

“God, at least buy me dinner first sweetheart.” He gave you the dorkiest smirk you’d ever seen. You just glared at him. “On the other hand,” he said as he moved backward to lean against his headboard, “I don’t need dinner, I’m all yours baby girl.”

This got you to laugh, “Peter, be serious! You’re bleeding out!” You moved to his side, “take this off by the way.” You gestured to his suit. 

He hit the middle emblem of a spider and you watched as it loosened up and fell off his shoulders. You had started pulling it the rest of the way down, gulping when you realized he wasn’t wearing anything else, when he mumbled, “Not a terrible way to go.”

You refused to look up and meet his eyes but he knew he got you. Thank god he was wearing underwear, you realized, and you threw the suit to the side after you’d completely shredded him of it. He was definitely going to need a new one. 

Now completely facing the damage, your stomach churned, and you were hit with the hard truth. “I…I don’t know what to do,” you whispered to him. You wanted to help him, more than anything. This man who’s been risking his life, probably since he was a teenager you realized, as you did the math silently in your head, was hurt and right in front of you, needing your help. And you needed to help him, but you didn’t know the first thing about how to approach a situation like this. You were surprised you could stare at the wound for so long. 

“Don’t worry, I can do it,” he said gently, his bloody hand reaching for the huge first aid kit. 

“No!” You rushed out, grabbing his hand to stop him, “No way am I letting you do that! Just…just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.

Feeling more confident, you grabbed the kit and opened it. Shock coursed you as you realized just how much he went through and your confidence fell right back down where it sprouted from. The bag was full of all the medical tools and supplies you could think of, most of them completely foreign to you, and you realized how privileged you must be to not recognize any of these things. You can’t imagine the ‘worse’ he talked about having earlier. This must be those accidents he was talking about.

“I don’t usually have to use them,” his voice was soft, almost like he was reassuring you, “usually just water and a towel does the trick. Maybe a little numbing cream. And these,” he looked down at his wounds, “some bandages, sure, but I won’t need stitches or anything.”

You let out a breath of relief, you weren’t sure you could’ve handled that. You didn’t trust yourself.

“Okay,” you said, grabbing some wipes. You were going to do this. Based on what he’d told you, he was always stitching himself back up, just to hit the streets again the next day. This time, though, was different. This time you were here to help him, and you weren’t going chicken out of this. Even a little help was better than nothing at all. 

You started slowly, cleaning around his wounds so you could bandage them properly. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked you gently. “I totally understand if you need me to do it, angel, it’s a lot if you’re not used to it.”

“No,” you shook your head, your voice steady, “No way. It’s my turn to fix you up.” You told him, looking up to meet his eyes and smiling at him. 

He returned it and you went back to work. 

“So….Spider-Man, huh?” You peeked up quickly in question. 

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “it’s a long story. Basically, I was bit by some spider, that shit was powerful,” you laughed a little, making him smile. “And I got some. Of its powers I mean.”

“So you get bit by a spider, that spider gives you powers, and you decide to become a New York vigilante?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” he nodded, and you laughed again. 

“You’re a hell of a guy Peter Parker.” You said, shaking your head slightly. 

“Thank you, I try,” he smirked at you and you laughed again. 

“Okay,” you said, pulling away from his side. He almost whined in protest. Honestly, he wasn’t feeling any pain, not since you’d started worrying about him, and insisting you help him. Peter wasn’t used to that, he was always alone when it came to this part of the job. He’d never minded that before, just one of the things he had to deal with as a superhero, but now that someone else was taking care of him…it felt nice. Really nice. Especially when it was you. 

“Peter?” You looked at him questioningly. Shit. You’d asked him something.  

“Huh? I'm sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He said with wide eyes. He’d gotten too wrapped up in the feeling of being taken care of, not that anyone could blame him though, the girl he’d been crushing on forever was here, in his room, helping bandage him up! It's more than he could’ve dreamed of. 

“It’s okay sweetie,” you said, waving him off assuming he was in pain or something. Really, now he had something new to obsess over. Sweetie? While he was practically naked (albeit injured, but he wasn’t thinking of that right now) in bed with you? God, he could just melt.

“I was just wondering which bandages,” you said, holding up the different ones you’d found in his bag. 

“Oh,” he said lamely, “these ones.” He grabbed a few from you and opened them. 

“Look,” he said, leaning over himself to see his wounds properly, “you’ve got to bring together both sides of the wound, then secure the bandage so that it’s holding it closed.” He talked as he placed the first bandage with you watching and listening with intent. 

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” you said as you took the rest of the bandages from him. You steadied yourself, straddling his thigh as you started placing the bandages down his wound. The biggest gash took about five, your elbow resting on his abdomen as you got lower…and lower. 

Conveniently, you missed the quiver in his breath, too focused on the work at hand, but you didn’t miss the small gasp he let out when your forearm reached right between his thighs. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You said as you pulled away quickly, thinking you’d hurt him. “Did I pinch too hard?”

“No, no angel, you’re fine. Doing a great job actually.” He replied, trying to collect himself. He could not let himself think of that right now. There were more important things at hand. 

“You sure?” You asked him, not looking convinced.

“Positive.” He replied, grabbing your arm and pulling you back in (but making sure to keep you at a healthy distance from his dick). 

You added a few more bandages, most of the cuts only needing one or two, before pulling away again to rummage through his bag. “What do you use on your bruises?”

“This one,” he said, leaning over you and grabbing a tube from the kit. You turned, your lips almost brushing over each other with how close you were. 

“Hi,” you whispered, all thoughts completely flying out of your head as you realized just how badly you wanted to kiss him. 

“Hi angel,” he said smiling softly at you. 

Seeing you debate it in your head, Peter decided it would be easier for the both of you if he did it first. Leaning in, he closed the distance and smoothly took your lips in his. You melted into the kiss right away, feeling like you’d been craving this your whole life when really, you’d just kissed his a few hours ago before you’d left work. 

Your hands were on his bare chest, you could feel every muscle, every move when-

“Wait, you’re hurt!” You pulled away, leaving a pouting Peter in your wake. 

“My lips work just fine angel,” he said, trying to steal another kiss while you tried to avoid him. 

“But..let me finish at least,” you mumbled against his lips, barely getting a chance to pull away after he’d caught you. 

“You can finish, just lemme do this first,” he responded before kissing you again.

“Hey,” you mumbled against his lips. 

He hummed in response, moving to kiss your cheek, your jawline. If he kept this up you might not try to stop him. 

“Did you know Freddy took the bar exam? And passed?”

That got him to pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you confusedly, “I’m kissing you and you decide this a good time to bring up Freddy?”

“Well, y’know,” you shrugged, “figured it was as good a time as any.”

He scoffed, “Unbelievable.”

You giggled, “I win.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, pulling away before he could catch you and turn it into more.

“Now lay down, lemme do this,” you said waving the cream at him. 

He moved grumpily and you thought grumpy Peter was the cutest thing ever. The furrow of his brows, the slight pout of his lips. You could just kiss him. And you would’ve if you hadn’t known where it would lead you. 

You unscrewed the cap to the cream and started applying it gently. “So Fred’s a lawyer huh?” Peter spoke up. 

“He is!” You whispered excitedly, glad he was just as shocked as you were. 

“And you learned this how?” He asked, giving you a look. 

You shrugged. “He let me in and I talked to him, asked him a few questions to get to know him better since I see him everywhere.” 

“Wait, he’s here right now?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, “I thought you knew?”

“No I didn’t-,” he let out a sigh, “whatever it's basically his apartment too at this point I guess.”

You laughed, “And you’re okay with that?”

He shrugged with his good side. “He buys the good beer.”

You laughed again. “He scored a 350 on the bar exam!”

Peter’s brows shot up. “Oh shit.”

“I know! The only thing I knew about him was that he blacked out in that frat house’s pool all night and the cops were called cause someone thought he was dead.”

“Yeah, he’s super lucky he was on his back. Just floated around the pool like a leaf.”

You shook your head, screwing the cap back on the tube of cream, “Crazy. But anyway, I’m done. And on the plus side,” you grinned at him, “if you ever get in legal trouble, you know someone!”

He laughed out loud, and you watched as his face scrunched up and he clutched his side in pain. Apologizing for the joke, you gave him a kiss on the cheek to make up for it. 

“Enough about crazy Freddy,” he let out a sigh, “I’m gonna go put some clothes on, and then I wanna cuddle with my girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and all you could do was smile as he stood up, giving you a kiss on the side of your head before he moved to pick out some clothes.

You watched him get dressed, biting your lip as you watched how his muscles rippled with each of his movements. You always knew he was strong but seeing him like that, was a completely different story. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, smirking at you before he lifted his shirt, holding it up between his teeth as he tied his sweatpants. 

Your mouth fell open. At being caught and also at…how absolutely hot he looked right now. If he wasn’t injured, you would be all. over. him. 

“S’alright angel,” he said as he stalked towards you. He was enjoying this, a lot. “I’m sure I’d be the same if the roles were reversed.”

That did not help. Now you were thinking about being naked in front of Peter and-

He laughed, kissed the side of your head again, and laid down, pulling next to him. 

“Careful Peter, you’re still hurt!” You chastised him. 

He shook his head, “You made me feel a hundred times better. Thank you, angel.”

“Of course Petey.” He smiled at you as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. 

“So, you came to see me right? Y’know, before the whole finding out I’m Spider-Man thing. What’s up?”

“Oh I almost forgot,” you perked up, tilting your head up so you could see his face, “I think I totally aced that chemistry exam!”

“Angel! I’m so proud of you!” He started attacking you with kisses, kissing you anywhere his lips could reach. 

You giggled, “Thank you sweetie, but seriously I owe you most of the credit, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Nonsense,” he shook his head, “that was all you. I barely helped, you learned everything and then took that quiz, and aced it.”

“Well I haven’t gotten my grade back yet, I just have a really good feeling, so don’t sound too are there's a chance I didn’t do as well as I thought.”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I have a sense, a spidey sense. And my spidey sense is telling me that you totally aced that thing. No questions asked.”

You laughed loudly. “Spidey sense?”

“No questions,” he repeated as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. 

“Fine then,” you snuggled up further into him. “No questions.”

[mattslolita]

I see Bambi playing volleyball idk why like I envision her playing a rowdy sport so I’m making a blurb on it

“shit Bambi were did all these bruises come from?” Chris says grabbing ur arms examining the bruises

“it’s fine there gonna go away it’s from volleyball!” Bambi says nonchalantly

“since when did you play volleyball?!?” Chris asks in confusion

(continue this plot plez)

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chris was confused about where you'd been all day, especially when he saw charges on his card for knee pads, ankle sleeves, and braces. it sounded like similar to the kind of sports things he needed when he played lacrosse in high school, but he'd never thought you'd be in a sport. plus, you had agreed to go with him on some deals today, but you had to switch plans last minute, which was all the more confusing to him.

then he started to get nervous as he wondered if you were buying for someone else — it was a far-fetched idea, but he wasn't ready to completely shut down any possible thought until he knew for sure what you were up to.

which is how he found himself pacing back and forth in the living room of his apartment, after asking you to come back there. you happily agreed on the phone, and chris was as confused as ever when he heard yelling happening in the background.

not too much longer later, a rattling of the keys can be heard as you enter the apartment, your braids held up in a ponytail and your bow missing from your head — chris stares at you in shock when he sees the small, purplish bruises that litter your knees and your elbows. he also takes note of your heavy panting, causing him to storm over to you once you fully step inside.

"shit bambi, where the fuck did ya get these bruises?" chris asks you, confusion and worry lacing his voice as he takes ahold of your arm, examining it, "you in some secret fight club?"

"fight club?" you ask him incredously, fighting back an amused laugh as you watch him look at you, "no!"

"you even got some on your. . ." chris says, narrowing his eyes as he motions to your ankles. his eyes suddenly widen, as his expression drops. "you...you seein' someone else?"

"what?" you ask in shock, pulling your arm out of his grip, "now baby, what possessed you ask me that?"

"those ankle bruises," he points out as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. you start to giggle, and he narrows his eyes at you, "whas funny, huh? how'd you get those, then?"

"volleyball practice, duh. did you not see my knee pads and shit? anyway," you wave him off, lugging your equipment into the living room, "the bruises go away, they're not there for long. today was a long practice too, we have a game against one of the best in the league."

when you turn around and look at chris, his eyes are wide with shock. "since when do you play volleyball?!"

"y'know she's always played, right?" nick suddenly says as he walks in, giving his brother a confused expression, "has he never gone to one of your games, bambi?"

"when's your next game? i'll be there."

[brave-and-gentle]

Melting: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 6

Idk why I keep calling this fluff even though it has evolved far past fluff. BUT!! IT'S FINALLY DONE.

If this is your first time here, please check out Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 and Part 5.

If you prefer reading on Ao3, check it out here.

Also you're a lucky bastard if you prefer reading on Tumblr because I would never have published here if I had known it was going to be six fucking parts!! It was only supposed to be a one shot *wails*

Pairings: afab reader x Jean (this was previously femme reader x Jean, but we get into smutty afab territory here)

Summary: You and Jean just confessed your mutual feelings for each other, but you still have unfinished business.

Warnings: Alcohol?? AND SMUUUUT!! For those who do not enjoy smut, I have bolded the sentence where you should stop reading. There is literally no plot after that, it's just smut, mwahaha.

Word count: ~3.9K

Connie throws his hands up in victory as the ping pong ball bounces on the table and drops into the lone cup standing in front of you and Jean.

Connie and Sasha high-five each other, while you and Jean groan in defeat.

“I don’t understand,” you say and shake your head. “He’s literally wasted and we’re completely sober, how did we lose?”

“He gets better at beer pong as he gets drunker,” Jean explains as his deft fingers scoop out the ping pong ball from the cup.

He chucks it at Connie.

The ball ricochets off his stomach.

“OW!! Hey, don’t be a sore loser!” Connie yells back. Sasha sticks out her tongue in defiance. The chaotic pair smirks at each other.

“We get to pick your shots now,” Sasha sings to you and Jean. “That’s always the deal for the losers.” She emphasizes the word “losers.”

You and Jean follow Sasha and Connie to the kitchen, where they relentlessly argue about which shots would be the most distasteful.

“How worried should I be?” You whisper to Jean. He’s so tall that he leans down to hear you over all the noise – Eren keeps cranking up the music, Hitch tells Annie and Mikasa the story about how she got caught shoplifting in middle school, and Reiner, Marco, Armin and Bertholdt play a board game (Armin is kicking their asses).

“Very.” Jean smirks. “They always pick something foul.”

Sasha sets down a large bottle of Everclear on the island counter top in the kitchen.

“Bottoms up, kids.” She places two shot glasses on the table and pours, the contents sloshing over.

You take the shot glass in front of you and give Jean a skeptical look, which he returns with a half smile.

“Cheers,” he says and clinks his shot glass against yours.

You maintain eye contact, his earthy hazel eyes melting you.

Jean likes me.

Jean Kirstein likes me.

Alcohol rips through your throat like wildfire, ruining the moment.

“Connie!!” You cough and gag. “This is even worse than Reiner’s protein bar – what the hell?”

Jean rubs your shoulder and gives a small laugh. “Told you it’d it be foul,” he murmurs.

Connie shrugs. “Guess you shouldn’t lose next time.”

“Want a rematch?” Sasha bounces on her toes.

“You’re on.” You point at her, and then take Jean’s hand and walk back over to the beer pong table. He squeezes your hand. Your movements together are as natural as they were during your date at the ice sculptures.

After several rounds of beer pong, you’ve all lost count of who’s won and lost how many times. You’re not drunk enough to be hungover, but you’re drunk enough that the alcohol wraps you up like a heated burrito blanket.

Without telling anyone, you step outside onto the balcony. Your breath immediately turns to vapor, spiraling up into the starry night.

You take a deep breath, the cold air prickling your lungs, and smile to yourself. You lean forward over the railing to admire the sparkling Trost skyline.

“Mind if I join you?”

You jump, not having heard the sliding door open again. Jean pokes his head out.

“Please do,” you say and gesture to the space next to you.

“Crazy view Hitch has got.” Jean nods to the skyline and he steps next to you. He buries his hands in his pockets.

“That’s for sure. She definitely didn’t get here on an artist or writer budget.”

“Hmm, maybe we should be taking notes,” Jean chuckles.

“Then again,” you pause, “my entire mental health relies on words on paper and the little guys in my head.”

Jean tips his head back and guffaws. “I guess that means mine relies on mixing colors together like a five-year old at the craft station.”

The late winter wind rattles the bare tree branches. Anticipating a wind gust, you cross your arms and turn inward.

The wind slices right through your skin, shooting shivers down your body.

“Cold?” Jean takes a side step closer to you and throws a lanky arm around you. He pulls you closer, his body heat taking the edge off the bitter winter.

Maybe staying in Trost had been the right decision after all.

There’s only one thing you’re not quite sure about.

“Jean? Can I . . . ask you something?”

Since you’re huddled against his towering body, you can’t see his face, but you can feel him nod. “Sure,” he says, sending vibrations down to where you lean against his chest.

You tap your foot on the balcony, over and over again.

You remind yourself that no matter what happens, Jean likes you.

Jean Kirstein likes you. And he’s not into Mikasa, at least, not anymore.

“You and Mikasa. What exactly happened?”

Jean pauses for only a second, but it’s like five hours of agony.

Your head swirls, wondering how Mikasa could go from Jean to Eren in just a couple of days.

“Yeah, I s’pose I owe you an explanation.” He sighs and runs a hand through his lengthening hair before shoving it back into his pocket.

You wait.

And wait.

“You’ve got part of the story – we did go on a date last year. I thought it went really well.” You crane your neck up to see Jean biting his bottom lip. “But the next day, she called me and apologized – said she had a lot of fun, but wasn’t sure if she felt the same about me.”

“And – this was before she and Eren started dating?”

“It was, yeah. That’s the part of the story most everyone has wrong. I mean, it sucked, it hurt, but,” Jean sucks in a cold breath, “but I was glad she was honest with me. You know, I was actually the first person she told when Eren asked her out. Guess he heard from Marco about our date and freaked out enough to ask her out too – idiot.” Jean laughs, but it’s with fondness. “Anyways, she obviously said yes, but asked if I was comfortable with them being public about it since we had just gone on a date.”

“Really?” You raise your brows. That sounds more like the Mikasa you know – kind and considerate.

“Yeah, she didn’t want anyone to think she was two-timing me. But Marco was the only one that knew about our date, so I said go for it. People drew their own conclusions, but I was past caring about what other people thought.” He shrugs.

“So then what about when we ran into them at the ice sculptures? And at trivia that one time?” You press, knowing you won’t be satisfied until you know every crevice of this story.

“You know, it’s pretty cute that you notice little things about me.” Jean presses a kiss to your temple, and your face flushes in response. “Eren’s a little shit. He knows what riles me up, and one of those is flaunting Mikasa in front of me like she’s some trophy. It’s weird.” He shakes his head. “I don’t get them, but they seem to be happy.”

“And are you? Happy?”

Jean leans down and presses his forehead to yours. He brushes his lips against yours, a tender gesture.

“When you’re around? Incredibly.”

The kiss starts chaste, but Jean’s tongue lingers on your lips. You open your mouth, granting permission.

The wind picks up again, swirling your hair around until Jean grasps the back of your head with a firm grip. His warm mouth is a stark contrast to the blasting wind – it’s like icicles stabbing every inch of your body.

You and Jean hardly come up for air, tongues exploring with desperation.

Until he breaks away.

He gazes at you, eyes dilated with desire.

“I want you,” he whispers and traces a gentle finger up and down your cheek. “But maybe without the presence of Everclear. I want to feel every inch of you.”

You shiver, and it has nothing to do with the freezing temperatures.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, breathless.

Jean nods in agreement. “Actually, will you come by the studio tomorrow afternoon? I want to show you something first.”

“More secrets?”

“Something like that. Come around and find out. Ready to head back inside?” He winks.

“Sure – but only if we separate Connie from the Everclear.”

~ ~ ~

As you make a small pot of coffee in your kitchen the next morning, you notice something different. It’s not just the giddiness from your mutual confession with Jean last night – or the kissing.

It’s birds chirping outside the window, as if they’re here to tell you that spring is on its way. It’s the way you popped right out of bed instead of shivering in the covers.

It’s warmer today. Finally.

Warmer means about 30 degrees Fahrenheit, but that’s practically a heat wave compared to the last two months.

Your phone buzzes, and you pull it out only to find that you’ve fallen victim to Connie and Sasha’s phone breaking antics.

Your new lock screen is a photo of the inside of Connie’s nostrils, more than likely taken by Sasha.

You smirk and go to your messages.

It’s from Jean.

You up?

You breath a laugh and type out your response.

For real? Is that what we’re doing right now?

Not like that *insert eye rolling emojis here*

Just wanted to make sure you still want to come by the studio this afternoon.

For sure. Are we back to our Saturday coffee dates?

“How’s Jean boy the lover boy?” Sasha asks as she glides into the kitchen to make her usual Saturday morning pancakes.

“Good.” You can’t hide the giddy smile on your face as you wait for Jean’s response. “Coffee’s ready.”

“Bless you,” she groans and pours a steaming cup of coffee in a colossal-sized mug that looks more suitable as a bowl of soup.

Soon, I swear!! I need some studio time to get ready for you later.

. . . should I be worried? Does this involve nude modeling?

You flop on the couch and giggle at your sassy response.

You have no idea how tempting that is.

See you at 2 pm.

Heat flushes your face at the thought of Jean studying every inch of your body. What was it that he wanted you to see in the art studio?

“Get back over here and pick out your pancake toppings!” Sasha commands.

“Yes, Chef Sasha.” You obey and join your friend in what’s about to become an incredibly messy kitchen.

~ ~ ~

Your winter boots slosh through the melting snow on the way to the art studio. The sunshine toasts you enough that you had ditched the parka for a thick sweatshirt instead. Sunglasses were necessary with the sun’s rays bouncing off the snow and into your face, blinding you.

You reach the art studio and dash inside, wiping the slush mix off your boots.

“You made it!” Jean says your name from behind an easel and waves at you.

“Hey,” you breath and an uncontrollable smile spreads across your face. You walk up to Jean, but he steps in front of you before you can see what he’s working on.

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts. “Can’t see yet.”

“Why not?” You place your hands on your hips.

“Because it’s a surprise.” Jean rocks back on his heels. “Um, if you’re okay with it that is.” Strawberry pink flushes his face, and he bites his bottom lip. “I have an idea for painting you. Are you – are you okay with that?”

“Oh!”

You’ve hardly given thought to the art fundraiser incident. Though it was only a few weeks, it seemed like a lifetime ago already.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can scrap this.” Jean moves to grab the canvas.

You stop him by grabbing his hands.

“No, I’d actually really like that.”

It’s the truth.

Jean’s hands relax, and he rubs a thumb over the top of your hand. “For real? You’re okay with that?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Just make sure I look good.”

“Impossible not to.” Jean lifts your hands to his lips and kisses them.

Your breath catches. You’re unused to this, open to his physical touch. But it’s a nice change.

“Take a seat on the chair.” Jean lets your hands go to gesture toward a high top stool in front of the easel.

“Do you I need to do anything in particular?” You drop your bag on the floor and hop on the stool.

“Nope, just be yourself.” Silence falls as Jean busies himself in his work, mixing paints and swirling his paint brush on the canvas. “Oh, we can talk if you want. We don’t have to be quiet in here.”

“Yeah? Anything you want to talk about?” You swing your feet around in front of the stool.

“Can I ask you a question this time?”

“Shoot.”

“What held you back before? From telling me that you liked me?” Jean’s eyes don’t move from the easel, but he swallows hard.

You nod slowly, wondering how much to share. Only Historia and Ymir knew how your one college relationship ended. You grip the sides of your seat.

But Jean had shared everything about Mikasa with you.

So you launch into the story, about how the one time you had opened up to someone and offered your heart, he rejected you.

“I didn’t want that to happen again,” you whisper after finishing your story.

Though it’s only late afternoon, a brilliant red sunset streaks across the sky in the windows behind Jean. Typical winter – the sun sets before you have much time to appreciate the day. Telling Jean your story look longer than you thought.

“It’s so unfair.” Jean frowns and shakes his head. “Not just for you, but everyone. You open up to someone honestly, and you can’t control they’ll respond. It sucks that it’s the only way to find out how they feel. But for the record,” he looks up from the canvas to meet your eyes and points his paint brush at you, “that guy sounds like an idiot.”

“He was,” you huff. “But I’m keeping better company now.”

A smile splits across Jean’s face. “I’ll say.” He puts his paintbrush down. “Alright, ready to see? It’s not quite finished yet, but this is where I’ll stop for today.”

“Sure.” Eager to see, you push yourself off the stool and walk over to Jean, who’s sporting a couple of blue splotches of paint on his face.

Once again, he steps in front of you. “How long are you going to keep me waiting?” You ask and raise a brow.

“I – um, just wanted to give a little background first.” He folds his hands together. “This winter has been really cold. Really, really cold.” His earthy hazel eyes dart around the room.

“Yes?” You respond, wondering where Jean is going with this.

“I hate the cold. Then I met you. And – the cold didn’t seem so bad anymore.”

“Jean?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I see the painting?”

“Oh, yeah.” He steps aside and gestures for you to stand behind the easel with him.

You follow to see the painting.

Your heart softens.

Jean has painted you from that first night you hung out together – the ice sculptures.

You’re bundled up in your winter gear and are holding a mug with steaming contents in one hand. Your eyes sparkle, and a soft smile is spread across your face. Despite the cold, your face is blushing, the only warm color in the painting.

You’re about to ask why Jean didn’t paint himself with you, until your eyes dart to the lower right hand corner of the painting.

With your other mitten-covered hand, you hold someone else’s. The rest of his body is off canvas, but your center is turned toward where he would be. A random viewer wouldn’t know whose hand you’re holding.

“Jean.” You mouth gapes. “This is – this is beautiful.”

“You are.”

You turn to Jean, who isn’t paying any attention to his painting.

His eyes are on you.

He leans down to you, lifts your chin with two fingers, and kisses you.

“I’d like more ice sculpture nights with you. Though maybe we can do something a little warmer,” he says.

“Me too.” You sigh and melt into Jean, burying your face in his chest.

Perhaps winter wasn’t so bad after all.

“So.” Jean plants a kiss on your forehead. “How about that nude modeling? Is that offer still on the table?”

His bold request shoots ripples down your spine.

“Technically, I didn’t ever offer.” You step away from Jean, who holds a mischievous gaze with you. “But if I did,” you pause and place your finger on your chin in mock serious thought. “It’d be on the stool, not the table.”

“Say no more.” Jean winks and picks you up bridal style and carries you back over to the stool you were just sitting on.

You shriek and giggle as he sits down on the stool, and plops you on his lap. His legs stretch out far beyond the stool legs. You swivel around to straddle him, his length already pressing against his pants.

You press your forehead against his, thinking that you could drown in his hazel eyes forever. You trace a finger across his lips and his stubble, drawing out the moment.

But Jean is inpatient.

He surges forward to kiss you, tongue hungry for you. You respond with desperation, running your fingers through his silk-smooth hair, until you hit something crusty.

You break away and giggle at the sight. Jean somehow managed to get blue paint on the top of his head, but it was out of your line of sight before.

“Did you know you have paint in your hair?” You twirl his paint-crusted hair in your fingers.

Jean sighs, exasperated. “Occupational hazard.”

The paint on his face and hair doesn’t deter Jean at all. He pulls your face back to his, and snakes his hand up your shirt.

“Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” He asks while running a thumb just under your bra line, sending goosebumps across your chest.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe.

He grins like a devil pulls up on the hem of your shirt. You oblige, raising your arms up. Jean tosses your shirt across the studio.

Warmth pools in between your legs as Jean unclasps your bra, then switches back and forth between kissing your lips and your breasts. Your breath hitches as he gives your pert nipple a gentle bite.

He comes back to your lips and his fingers dance down, down, down. With one swift motion, he unbuttons your pants just enough for his fingers to glide over your slit, over and over again.

You release a breathy moan, desperate for more pressure on the most intimate part of your body.

“Already wet for me, darlin’?” He teases, voice deepening with desire. You gasp and smirk in return.

Nobody has ever called you “darlin’” before. You could listen to Jean calling you “darlin’” on repeat.

You buck your hips against Jean’s fingers and widen your legs in an attempt to increase the pressure you crave.

Jean slips the fabric of your panties to the side and gives you exactly that.

His dexterous fingers stroke and circle your clit. You mewl, urging him to continue.

Pleasure lights you up like a live wire. Every cell in your body vibrates.

Jean pauses for a moment to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

“Keep going,” you chastise.

“Yes ma’am.” He grins and continues his work.

Each wave intensifies, building off the other, until you crest the peak.

You moan and writhe, digging your nails into Jean’s back. He presses his forehead against yours, watching you with intent as you orgasm.

“Good girl,” Jean praises as you gasp for air.

He removes his fingers, and you wrap around him like koala and slacken against his chest. He holds you, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You want to keep going?” Jean asks and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmmhmm.”

“Excuse me a moment.” He lifts you up and places you on the stool while he runs over to his backpack. He ruffles through the contents and comes back over with a condom in hand. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” You stand up and grab him by the collar, bringing him down to your level so you can kiss him. He wraps one hand around your waist and with the other, squeezes your ass.

Your fingers dance over his belt, unbuckling and letting it drop and clink to the floor. You slip a hand in his boxers and stroke his hard length. Jean releases a deep moan in your ear, sending shivers down your spine once again.

You pump him over and over again, leaving him panting, desperate for more.

“I want you,” he groans.

“Then come and get me.” You smirk and take several steps back to lean against the wall.

Jean follows and plants his hands on the wall to frame your face. He towers over you, and you meet his challenging gaze. With one hand, he reaches in his back pocket to grab the condom. He brings it up to his mouth and tears it with his teeth, watching you the entire time.

“You want to do the honors?” He hands the half open wrapper to you.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” you purr and take the condom. With your other hand, you wrestle his boxers down, and they drop to his ankles. Jean takes his shirt off, throwing it across the studio to lie on top of yours. In awe, you run your free hand up and down his toned abdomen and chest.

Fuck me. Oh, yeah, you think, somehow almost forgetting what you were in the middle of.

You roll the condom on Jean, then give him a questioning glance.

He leans down, wraps his hands around your legs, and lifts you up against the wall. Your legs twist around him like second nature.

Jean lowers you on his tip with care. “That okay?” He asks, checking in.

“Mmmhmm,” you moan. “More.”

Jean obliges, lowering you all the way down on him. His dick pushes against your walls as you adjust to his length. You squeeze his bulging biceps and give a small gasp.

Jean’s strokes start soft and gentle.

“You feel so good,” he whispers your name.

He picks up the pace, faster and faster, until he’s slamming into you. He places one hand behind your head to keep you from hitting the wall too hard.

He’s holding me with one arm while fucking me against the wall, sweet Jesus.

That’s your last coherent thought.

Cascading waves of pleasure wash over you, especially as Jean’s body rubs against your swollen clit. He continues his relentless rhythm.

“I’m – I’m -” Jean doesn’t get the full sentence out before he gasps your name again. He holds you against the wall, dick spasming inside of you. You melt into each other.

He peppers your neck and your face with kisses as the two of you clutch each other.

“So,” he takes a deep breath, recovering. “You gonna write a poem about me now? It’s only fair.”

“Hmm.” Your fingers find his paint-crushed hair again. “You might just get lucky.”

He gives you a deep kiss. “I think I already did.”

[odinsblog]

Have you ever been over something, and then years later, someone, out of the blue, brings it up and it really just knocks the wind out of you?

Okay, so this is about high school. I’m nearly 40, so that’s multiple lifetimes ago, right?

I’m pretty sure that I’ve posted about this here at least once, but I can’t find the post to link to it

Here’s the deal

In high school I wasn’t …. hmm …. Idk exactly how to describe it. I played sports (track, football, swimming), but I wasn’t POPULAR popular, right? But I also wasn’t NOT popular

My high school (in Florida) hadn’t been desegregated for very long, and there weren’t a LOT of Black students but there was enough of us so that we felt as comfortable as you possibly could given the circumstances

But I was like a universal joint: I played well with others and I fit in well with almost everyone, and if you don’t include some of the overtly racist teachers, I had almost no enemies (don’t get me wrong, I definitely had my share of fights with school bullies, but after you win enough of those, they kinda stop trying you)

Anyway,

I cannot even tell you why, but for some reason in senior year I decided to run for president of the student class

Wild, right?

So after all of the preliminary votes, it narrowed down to two people (I was more surprised than anyone that I actually made it that far - I guess bc I never really expected to win, maybe running for student class president was kinda like a high school bucket list thing for me?)

Anyway, my final opponent was a white guy named Bill. I knew Bill because in high school somewhere along the way, it was impressed on me that I should participate in as many non-athletic extracurricular activities as possible, to make me a better rounded person, and I was in the SUPER FUCKING RACIST Interact Club with Bill. How racist was Interact, you ask? Well, you had to “apply” for membership to Interact. When I applied, I had no idea what it was. I just knew that my student counselor had suggested it to me, and why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(my graduating class was 2,500 students large, so it wasn’t as big as some of the schools I had attended up north, but it was “big” for Florida)

A teacher was responsible for actually running Interact, but the students really RAN it, know what I mean? Even though I had been working since I was 10yrs old, my Interact Club interview was probably my first real interview. It was kind of a big deal. Like, you had to schedule it and dress up for it and everything. And if you got accepted, your name got put up on a placard, prominently located on one of the main halls of our school

My first interview question, from the teacher in charge of the “club,” was: “Can you take racist jokes against Black people without getting angry?”

WTF??

To say the least, I was 100% completely caught off guard—I knew what racism was, and I definitely knew that it was present in my school, because I’d experienced it firsthand from other students and teachers, but for some reason I wasn’t expecting it to happen at Interact Club. Silly me

I suddenly became acutely aware that I was the only Black person in a room full of white people: the teacher/advisor, about 10 students who were already members of Interact, and mf Bill. Because OF COURSE Bill was already in Interact, and he was just grinning from ear to ear as I sat there in front of the classroom in this fucking “interview” from hell

BUT…! Anyone who knows me knows that one of my core personality traits is, if I get hit—no matter how hard—I always always always hit back. After a moment or two, my response was: “Yeah, can YOU take racist jokes about crackers?”

NGL, I’m not known for my quick wit, or always having the deftest or best clapbacks, but I surprised myself. I really patted myself on the back for that one

Nobody said a word for what seemed like an eternity. It was enough time that I still remember wondering if I might get detention or suspended or something

Finally, the teacher just said, “Okay. You’re in” and he got up, and quietly left the room. Leaving me alone with Bill and 10 not very amused white boys. Bill wasn’t grinning anymore

One or two of the guys got up (I was fully ready to fight, and I was cocky enough to believe that I could take them all down), but they just shook my hand, congratulated me and then they all left the room too

I would later learn that I was the first Black student in my county to get (“accepted”) into the Interact Club. This motif of, “first Black person to…” would follow me around in a lot of aspects in life, until my late 20s

Now, fast forward to the day before Election Day for student body president. It was my very first time giving a public speech. To a crowded auditorium full of my classmates. It was a little bit nerve wracking, but once I got into it, it was easy peasy. Enough so that I actually remember relaxing on stage and even ad libbing a few jokes into my speech. All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience. In fact, I kinda enjoyed it

Lmao, I made a shit ton of promises that I had no idea how I would keep, like getting the school to play music from the local Black radio station in the cafeteria during lunch—and the auditorium exploded in cheers and applause with this impromptu commitment of mine. Like I said, it was a good experience

Bill gave his speech, but I remember it being flat, bland and boring (kinda like Bill) and there was a smattering of claps here and there, and I distinctly recall thinking, “Is Bill really bombing here?” It surprised me because I was like, he had home field advantage, right? I mean, I could count on the Black students to vote for me, but collectively we didn’t account for more than about 15% of my student body class. We had to be bussed in. Bill shoulda been killing it. He had home field advantage, right??

The day after our speeches, was voting day. The principal told Bill and I that we would each be given the results in person before last period, and then the winner would be announced via intercom at the end of the school day. The principal made it clear that the loser would be expected to gracefully accept the outcome and shake hands with the winner. He was looking directly at me as he said this, but it didn’t bother me that much because I never really expected to win. I was outnumbered, but I was proud of myself for making it this far. And everyone who I passed in the hallways was telling me, “Don’t worry, O, I voted for you. You got this in the bag.” A surprising number of white kids were saying this to me. The football team, cheerleaders,… like … a lot of white kids. Hmm… interesting

Weirdly, the closer that me winning seemed like a real possibility, the more I wanted it. But there was no fucking way that I was going to actually win

In the middle of that day, announcement day, I was called to the principal’s office via the p.a. system. I was shaking walking down to the office

I made my way into the office and the school secretary smiled at me and told me to go to another room down the hall where “they” were all waiting for me

And now I’M SUPER NERVOUS

I get to the closed door of the room, take a deep breath, gather my nerves, open the door and go in

And the ONLY people in that room are Bill and that fucking Interact Club teacher, and a few members of the Interact Club. Bill is wearing this giant smirk on his face, and the teacher is smiling. “You lost,” the teacher bluntly told me. “Now shake hands with Bill”

And I start to shake hands, because all of the wind is rapidly leaving my sails, and I’m literally deflating in front of everyone, but just before my hand meets with Bill’s hand, I pause and ask, “How much did I lose by?”

This wasn’t me trying to buy time or anything, I genuinely wanted to know. I was just curious. The teacher looked like this question caught him off guard, and he looked back at two of the students, and then they looked at each other, and they whispered to each other, and then one of them raised one finger, and the Interact teacher said, “You lost by one vote”

Somehow, that was even worse than losing by a hundred votes

And Idk where this presence of mind came from, but I asked if I could get a recount (losing by one vote wasn’t sitting right with me)

The Interact teacher said he didn’t think that was allowed, but he must have seen the look on my face (I was definitely going to go ask the principal) and he gave me a disapproving sigh and said, “Okay, we’ll do the recount. Come back in an hour.”

And I was like, “WHO will do the recount?” and he gestures to the Interact Club members and himself

Oh. Okay.

I just walked out without saying anything. Bill and his friends and the racist teacher were in charge of the vote counting. Great. Fine. Whatever

Needless to say, when the “recount” was done, I still “lost” but this time, I was told that I lost by 2 votes

So yeah, it wasn’t thee worst thing to ever happen to me, but it left a really bad taste in my mouth, ya know? After it was announced to the entire school, everyone was coming up to me for days afterwards telling me that they voted for me and they couldn’t believe that I didn’t win

I always believed that I had won, but it was high school. Whatchagonnado? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It wasn’t a life defining moment or anything, it was just something that happened, but it’s not lost on me that I still recall everything as if it happened last week

But I did let it go and I moved on

It’s something that I haven’t thought about literally in years. Decades, in fact

Until recently

I was out running one morning and a guy was going in the opposite direction and he kinda stared at me as I went around him. And then he yells, “Hey, is your name Odin?” and I stop and go back and tell him yes, and we start talking, and it turns out that he went to my high school. I completely do not remember him, but whatever. It’s always kinda nice to see old faces from old places

So after a few minutes we do the obligatory, “hey let’s exchange phone numbers and keep in touch” thing, but even though I gave him my phone number, I had absolutely no intention of ever contacting him. I’m busy. I got shit to do

Maybe a month later, I get a phone call and it’s the dude who I bumped into who knew me from high school. So in real time, it’s last week

We’re talking and I’m ready to hang up after about 30 seconds, but I don’t want to be rude so I let him keep talking and waited for the right moment to jump in and throw in an excuse to end the call

He’s going on and on and says, “I know you didn’t recognize me that day, but I was trying to talk to you and tell you something, but you seemed like you were in a rush…” and I’m thinking to myself, yeah, much like right now, and for some reason I get unusually blunt (in social settings I’m normally more patient and accommodating, but something felt off, and I really was busy)

Then he says, “I need to tell you something, but I …”

Long silence

Look, man, whatever it is just say it

“Thanks, I just never thought I’d … I want to get it off my … (long sigh)”

Just say it

“You won that election back in high school. I was one of the people counting the votes. You won. You won by a lot. We gave it to Bill”

……

[thefreaksrunthisshow]

Richie working at Beanies, Max is a regular. Occasionally Richie brings Max coffee at school or before games. Idk.

Barista Boy

Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz

Genre: Fluff, confessions, first kiss

A/N: I had a great time writing this… I might make it a long fic on my ao3 if there’s enough interest 🫣 Anyway, enjoy!

Richie knew exactly how he ended up as the personal barista of the biggest bully in Hatchfield High. The inability to say no combined with his huge fucking crush on the guy made it virtually impossible for him to avoid it.

Coffee was far from his passion. No, that belonged to the worlds he was able to slip into when watching anime or playing his favorite video games, but Beanies wasn’t a terrible place to work in retrospect. Sure, the customers could be assholes, but that was bound to happen anywhere he worked dealing with the dreaded public. The coffee smell did however make him sick quite often. It seeped into all his clothing, his hair, and his very being. He swore that no matter how much he scrubbed after his shifts there was still a faint scent of coffee. He was convinced the smell had burned itself into his nostrils and he would never escape it.

The scent made it even easier for his predator to find him. Had he not managed to evade Max a time or two he would have thought the jock had a tracking device planted on him. The way he was able to find him at any given moment was uncanny. So he submitted to bringing him coffee as a sort of peace deal.

“You know…” Max started his voice echoing in the empty locker room. He was a big tipsy, they’d just won the biggest game of the season against Clivesdale after all and he couldn’t say no to a few celebratory beers. He sipped the coffee from Richie, turning the cup over in his hands, his leg bouncing with the weight of what he wanted to say.

“Mhmm?” Richie questioned, his head tilted a bit in confusion. Max wasn’t usually one for having difficulties speaking, that was however very normal for himself. Sometimes his mouth moved faster than his brain worked and his words got all jumbled around.

“I absolutely fucking hate coffee,” Max finally whispered.

The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air. If he hated coffee why did he demand such a task from Richie?

Oh… could it be because… surely not?

Richie sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks on fire as he looked away. Focusing on the nighthawk painted on the wall he began to count backward from ten before he glanced back over at Max, hoping that his flush was less visible now.

“Why?” he simply asked.

“To see you.”

“Me?” Richie asked dumbfounded. Surely he wasn’t hearing things correctly.

Max nodded, throwing the cup of coffee across the room. It landed in the trash can with a soft thud and silence for what felt like an eternity followed. Sobered up by the coffee he scooted closer to Richie on the bench who tensed up as their shoulders collided awkwardly.

Richie mumbled something that Max couldn’t make out, breaking the silence. With a bit of prodding he spoke again, this time a bit louder. “What game are you playing?”

“No game,” he shrugged and Richie relaxed his tense shoulders just a bit.

“I — I should be going,” Richie stuttered. Stumbling to his feet he attempted to run but Max was faster and he found himself pinned against the wall. Knowing a beating was coming he scrunched up his nose and closed his eyes, but it never came. Instead of a fist meeting his face, he felt something featherlight, hesitant, and a bit wet on his cheek for just a moment. His eyes flew open just in time to see Max pulling away from him, a furious red blush on his cheeks.

His eyes cascaded down, hovering over his lips and then up to his eyes. Terror couldn’t even describe his emotions as he found Max slowly moving back towards him, with a hunger in his eyes that he’d never quite experienced in real life before.

Their lips met. Soft, gentle, hesitant of the other.

Just as they were closing in for another kiss they heard loud footsteps coming their way. Panic settled across their faces as they jumped apart just in time for Jason and Kyle to stumble in.

“See ya, nerd,” Max chuckled with a sly wink and joined his friends.

Richie sat in the locker room alone for at least an hour, his lips raw from his constant rubbing trying to process what the fuck had just happened and whether it was nothing more than a dream.

[edenalieth]

the cicada's song

Pairing: Jeongin x gn! reader

Genre: angst/horror

Warnings: violence, blood, demon odd spiritual sh!t, anxiety, death (yeehaw)

Words: 4.4K 

Hidden in the dense shadows of the trees, even more noises could be heard. Some cracks, some things falling on the ground, more insects. You tried to concentrate on your breathing, a chill going down your spine as you silently walked. Inspecting the ground, you could feel some light air telling you the exit was near by now. You raised your head, your eyes expecting to be met by Jeongin’s large shoulders. Nothing.

A.N: happy halloween everyone!! 👻 i've been wanting to write a story like that for a while now, idk if i managed to convey a stressful atmosphere in my writing but i hope you will like it. also the "kss" refers to the sound cicadas do. sorry for the eventual mistakes, enjoy!

« Ah I can’t stand this weather anymore » your friend complained, shaking his shirt in an attempt to catch the slightest breeze. He grimaced when his try ended up into an other failure. You could only relate to this statement. You had never been a real fan of summer. Everything was sticky and uncomfortable. You had to deal with the heat day and night, mosquitos and that annoying piercing buzz cicadas made all day long. « Ugh, should we go grab an ice cream at the convenience store ? » you offered. Jeongin immediately nodded. 

Calling this shop a convenience store was a bit of an exaggeration. It was owned by an old woman all the kids of the village considered as their grandma. It was far different from the ones you could find in Seoul, smaller, less choices. However, even if you were in your high school senior year now, you loved to stop by with your best friend to eat some sweets. As the black haired boy pushed the entry door, you were both welcomed by the jingling bells above it. The air was fresher inside thanks to the fan working full force in the corner. « Good afternoon Miss Choi! »

Looking over her glasses, trying to recognize who the new customers were, a smile illuminated her wrinkled face when she noticed who you were. « Oh! Jeongin! Y/N! How are you angels ? » she asked. « Actually craving an ice cream » you sighed. Miss Choi chuckled at your answer. « There’s no much left, the little monsters of primary school almost robbed everything ». You bent over the freezer, quickly followed by your friend. Only one sample of your favorite ice cream was sadly resting at the bottom. You glanced at each other and started to fiercely bump your shoulders to know who would win it. As usual, Jeongin was the victorious one. « Got it! » he claimed, a smug on his face. Rolling your eyes, you protested « That’s unfair! You know I have literally no strength ». 

« Not my problem », he replied with a mouth already full, « if you worked out a bit more maybe you would beat me ». He handed the money to the lady before leaving as you hastily bowed and followed him outside. Surprised by the sudden vivid light of the sun, you shielded your eyes to let them get accustomed to it. The heat seemed even worse. It felt like you were walking through fire, maybe the fact that you were upset didn’t help either. The boy was heading toward a bench near by, slightly sheltered by the shadow of the trees around. He put his bag to the side and sighed in relief. Pouting, you joined him. « What ? Come on ! There was also some cool drinks ! You just had to tell me if you wanted it that bad… » the end of his sentence was more of a grumble. You glared at him, he didn’t care, this is what eighteen years of friendship looked like. « If this damn place was bigger it would not have been a problem… » you seethed. 

Jeongin looked at you, knowing your aversion for this village. You liked the people who were living here but you hated everything else. The fields and mountains spreading as far as eyes can see, the forest you were so scared of, the lack of network and mostly, insects. 

Finishing his ice cream, he wiped off the sweat going down his neck and was playing with a rock, using the tip of his snickers. He always wore those ones. They were worn out but he loved them, especially because of the smiley you had drawn on it. « So… You’re truly going to Seoul University next year ? » he sounded resigned and somber, perfectly knowing your answer. You gazed at your best friend, your heart slightly breaking at his miserable state. « Yes. There’s no way I’m spending one more year in this rathole. And you’re going to Busan, so you can’t blame me. » He pouted. « You could have come to Busan too, it’s a great city and not too far to come visit our families. » 

The village was indeed an hour’s drive from Busan but all you wanted was to be as far as possible from here. « You could have come to Seoul too. » you retorted. 

Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss.

You both glared at each other, cicadas loudly singing as if it was encouraging you to fight. You already had this conversation before and the outcome was never good. Obviously, you would miss Jeongin really bad. After all those years spending all your free time together, being at school together, having the same friends, same routine, it would feel kinda odd to meet new people. However, you needed that fresh air, you needed to discover new places and Busan was unfortunately too close from your hometown for you to get this detachment feeling. 

The air was getting thicker, just as the mood. Jeongin grabbed his bag and began to walk towards the road. « Are you coming or no ? » his dark foxy eyes reflecting his annoyance. You took your belonging and followed him without a word. The journey back to your homes felt ridiculously long. You saw some of your neighbors, greeted them, most of them coming back from work, some others bringing in the laundry as you could hear some thunder from afar. As you arrived closer to the edge of the wood, your stomach twisted. You did this every day and still apprehended it. The only reason you didn’t run was because your friend was here. He was always by your side since you were living fifteen minutes apart from each other. The rare times he wasn’t able to walk you home, you just sprinted until you were locked inside. Hidden in the dense shadows of the trees, even more noises could be heard. Some cracks, some things falling on the ground, more insects. You tried to concentrate on your breathing, a chill going down your spine as you silently walked. Inspecting the ground, you could feel some light air telling you the exit was near by now. You raised your head, your eyes expecting to be met by Jeongin’s large shoulders. Nothing. What the hell ? When did you pass him ? Maybe he was really angry and decided to walk faster without you noticing but that was not his type to do such a thing… Your palms were getting moist as you scanned the area, looking for your friend. Your throat was tight and aching. « Jeo-Jeongin ? Where are you ? ». A crack  resonated behind you. A sensation of déjà-vu was slowly creeping inside your brain. It was too familiar, like that time… « Jeongin ! ». Still no answer. Maybe he really left you behind. Your breath became jerky, your mind foggy. You couldn’t think straight. And that incessant noise, preventing you from hearing anything else. 

Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss.

Suddenly, you felt something on the top of your head. With a trembling hand, you felt something soft yet stiff. You carefully grabbed it, when you recognized what it was you let out the scream you were holding back and rushed out of the forest. The relief you felt once outside was incredible. Soon, you could hear some footsteps, making you turn around quickly. Panting, a pretty amused Jeongin was there, hands on his knees and shaking of laughter. You frowned, slightly confused, before it hit you. « You asshole! You’re so fucking stupid, you know that ? » you fumed. Still trying to catch his breath in between two chuckle, he said « C-come on ! It was just a little prank. I wanted to lighten the mood ! You were so silent back there. » 

You scoffed « Can’t say you were the talkative type either. You know I hate those woods. And a cicada molt, really ?». Some tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any moment. His smile vanished as the tension grew back. « The real question is what you don’t hate Y/N ? » he talked back. « Get lost, Yang Jeongin. »

The black haired boy was about to answer when he saw your watery eyes as you kept going on your way. He didn’t mean to hurt you that much. You were his most precious friend. He wanted to stop you and apologize but his ego held him back. A thunder broke. It was close. Just as he thought that, raindrops started to fall. The noise had made you jump and you glanced back to see what was your friend doing, only to see him run down the road, covering his head with his bag. 

The storm was raging outside. The loud thunder was making the shutters shake, the rain hitting the ceiling tiles relentlessly making it impossible for you to sleep correctly. You took your phone, the screen lighting up and making your eyes squint. 4:44am. You had no news from your best friend. You sighed. Fine. You would sent him a message. 

you: hope you went home safely… the storm is crazy, right ?

You waited few minutes but it was silly to think he would answer at this hour. He was probably sleeping. You put your phone back on the nightstand and covered your ears with your pillow. Shortly, you fell into slumber. 

You were surrounded by trees. Trying to escape the place but it seemed impossible. You ran continuously until you fell something on your skin and stopped. Crawling on your arm, a cicada. Taken by a surge of disgust, you hastily got rid of it with your hand. However, an other one was already flying towards you, and an other, an other one, an other one. Endlessly. You could feel the small hooks of their legs clinging onto your epidermis. The loud buzz of their wings becoming deafening, covering your cries. Between the brown mess of insects, you distinguished a silhouette. Those eyes. You could recognized them amongst a thousand. You held your hand out for help. He shook his head from left to right, a cruel smile blooming on his lips. Then it was all dark and noisy. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss. 

You gasped, eyes wide open, facing the ceiling of your room. A hand on your chest, your heart beating at the speed of light. A nightmare. A terrible one. The back of your shirt was soaking wet. You checked the time. 10:24am and no answer from Jeongin. That was weird, he wasn’t resentful. You decided to take a shower and go meet him at his place. 

Thunder was gone but the rain kept going. At least, the air was fresher now and insects were silent. Thank god. After last night, you weren’t sure you would have been able to handle their song. As you walked, you saw a mass of people clumped on the path. Coming closer, you could see them actively removing dirt. 

« Oh! Please don’t come any closer. » a worker told you. « What happened ? » you asked. « A landslide because of the storm last night. It might still be dangerous so you will have to take an other road. » the man went back to digging when you noticed something else. There was several remains on the side, branches, rocks, some waste and a shoe. Jeongin’s shoe. Your heart stopped for a second. You had to calm down. If something had happened to your friend, rescuers and police would be there too. It was fine, he was fine. Not wasting another second, you rushed to his house taking the longer path. When you arrived, his little brother welcomed you and let you in. You knew this place by heart and directly went to Jeongin’s room. You knocked. 

« Hmm ? » Just hearing his voice was a relief. « It’s Y/N. » There was some fidgeting behind his door before he opened it. You jumped into his arms and hugged him tight. The boy didn’t move at first, surprised, and finally wrapped his arms around you. Detaching yourself from him, you checked if he was okay. He looked pale and tired but nothing seemed to be broken, just some scratches here and there. « I’m glad nothing happened to you ». He seemed confused, scratching his nape. « Why would something happen to me ? » he replied. « I saw the landslide and your shoe was there ! I thought something bad happened to you. How it ended up here ? ». His eyes widened. « Oh ! I slipped on my way home… You would have laughed a lot… My butt was covered in mud. » he said sheepishly. That was explaining the scratches and the dirt under his nails. « But how did you loose your damn shoe ? » You insisted. « It fell down the hill and the rain was pouring. I thought I would just get it back the next day… ». You shook your head, rolling your eyes, he could be so clumsy sometimes but he had chosen the safest option. « I would have been sad to loose my best friend because of a storm. » you chuckled. He smiled but his eyes seemed… distant. « You’re not sad to abandon me here though » he sarcastically answered. You sighed. « Jeongin. Can we just stop ? I don’t want to fight about this anymore. I promise I will come see you and you could come to Seoul too, okay ? ». You left your pinky to promise him. He looked at your finger, reluctant, and finally sealed the pact. His hand was cold. « Sure. »

You didn’t see each other much the next day, he preferred to stay inside since the summer heat was fully back with all its disadvantages after the storm episode. You tried to lure him with some ice creams, which actually worked. His scratches were fully healed but he still seemed tired and strangely had a lot of appetite. « Man, you’re eating a lot like… a lot. » you stated as he already had devoured his snack. « You think so ? I don’t know, maybe I’m still going through puberty. » he shrugged. « Should we go buy something else ? » he happily asked you. « If you’re getting sick it will be your fault. ». The black haired boy laughed and went back to Mrs’ Choi shop. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss.

Waiting for your friend, you looked at the woods below, suddenly remembering your nightmare. Just thinking about it gave you some cold sweat and you slightly jumped when you felt Jeongin’s hand on your shoulder. « Sorry, I called you but you weren’t answering. » he handed you an other ice cream, his eyes scanning you. « I was lost in thoughts » you evasively said. He kept staring at you for few seconds, his gaze looking a bit bleak and annoyed. You didn’t want to tell him about your dream, it was just a dream after all. The rest of the day went by, and then the others and so on. It had been three weeks since your little fight and things had gone back to normal, at least you tried to convince yourself. However, you felt some uneasiness when he was around you. He acted like before, being the joyful guy you always knew but some of his habits had changed. He used to never eat rare meat and now it was almost raw, he went to sleep excessively late, you found him aimlessly roaming around your neighborhood a lot of times. Also, you never thought you would say that, but his smile was odd. It used to be sparkling and warm, seeing him grin could cheer you up instantly. Nowadays, it felt cold, empty, fake… It seemed off. It wasn’t big changes but enough to make you wonder of what was possibly going on with him. The most disturbing thing was the fact that you caught him several times staring at your house, doing absolutely nothing. It scared you. You felt preyed on, trapped, watched. 

As usual, he walked you home and waved you goodbye as he was going back to his house. You smiled, still looking at him until he disappeared behind the trees. You were probably imagining things or overthinking about his acts. Maybe your last argument affected him more than you thought… However, you wanted to have a clear mind about it and know why he was acting weird. The next morning, when he asked you to hang out during the afternoon you lied to him. You told him you got sick during the night and had to stay at home. He gently mocked you for being the one getting sick but still wished you a good recovery, telling you he would bring some fruits. Yet, your plan was far different from staying at home. Jeongin and you had been sharing your locations on your phones since middle school. You couldn’t believe you were spying on him. During the whole morning, he didn’t move from his house and went out in the early afternoon. He passed in front of your house and stayed maybe a hundred meters away from it for several minutes, as he had been doing for a while now. You were tempted to look out of your window but you were scared he would see it. Waiting, you noticed that he started to move again towards the woods. When you considered that he was far enough for you to go out, you put your shoes on and started to follow his path. Checking your phone from time to time, you saw he was out of the forest and going downtown. When you arrived in front of the trees, you couldn’t bring yourself to go inside. The fresh air and all the noises coming out of it just incessantly reminding you of that day. You turned around and decided to hide around the spot he was a bit earlier. Minutes turned into an hour and your muscles were getting sore when he finally came back. You heard his footsteps and the friction of the plastic bag he was holding in a hand and something red on the other. You thought it might be an apple but its color was too dark and the juice running down his chin and hand wasn’t supposed to be red as well… He took a rough bite in it, bestially. It looked like a small animal… The sight of it had you gagging. What the fuck was that ? You couldn’t believe it was your best friend, it didn’t look like him. Something evil was emanating from his aura and the blood splattered on his face and hands was just confirming it. He was probably heading to your home now, you had to quickly go back or he would found out you lied to him. Still shaken by the weird sight you had just witnessed, your thoughts were fuzzing. Tapping the ground, searching for something to stand up, the loud crack brought you back to reality. You held back your breath, listening to your surroundings. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss. 

The footsteps stopped and you could only hear the cicada’s song. « You’re such a liar, Y/N ». Towering you, Jeongin hummed those words, a bloody smile adorning his face. It was the same cruel grin he had in your nightmare and all your senses were screaming you to run, which you did. Going to your house wasn’t an option since he would definitely catch you. Taking the long road was too isolated, you had to quickly go downtown and ask for help. But… Asking help for what ? He hadn’t done anything yet… Yet. You had to take the path through the woods, it was the fastest one. You ran through the trees, closely followed by the black haired boy. « Y/N, come back! » he screamed. Hell no. He needed to stay far away from you, it wasn’t your friend anymore. You felt the familiar air warning you that the exit was near by, when you felt a hand forcefully catching you. His strength was nothing like before and the shock made you fall on your knees. « I told you to come. » he snarled. « Please, Jeongin you’re hurting me. » you pleaded, trying to remove his fingers. « Am I ? » he stepped on your leg and ferociously pressed on it. You felt your bone breaking, drawing out a guttural scream from your throat. He placed his dirty hand on your mouth and you could smell the iron scent on it. You body was uncontrollably shaking from the pain, fear and sobs. « Shut up. » His face was so close to yours. You noticed that he was even paler, the blood on his skin making a big contrast. « I didn’t want to do that Y/N. I tried to be nice. Really. » he said, almost imploring you. « But you’re too nosy, I could tell you noticed that I’ve changed… » The pain was horrible. It was hard for you to keep consciousness. « The night we fought… I did slip but I fell down the hill because of the landslide and  got covered by the dirt and mud. I was dead, Y/N. Then, it came to me. That thing you were scared of. » The most human part of him still remembered the panic filling his veins when he got buried alive. How he desperately tried to dig his way out of this nightmare. Thinking he would never see the light again, nor his family or you. When it offered him to live, he didn’t hesitate. No matter what the price would be. Dizzy, you wondered what he was talking about and asked him. « I remember why you are so scared of those woods, you saw it. The demon living here. But it saved me, it’s a part of me, Y/N. » he seemed insane, his eyes widened and red. The sight of this scene was terrifying. You wanted to escape his grip but you were too weak and you wouldn’t be able to go far with a broken leg.

You needed a weapon, anything. However, he was right. You did see that thing more than ten years ago. Its odd, diaphanous and horrifying shape. You were a kid at that time and you were getting used to come back home by yourself. You got lost, insects and strange sounds scaring you, making you cry. When it appeared few meters away from you with its twisted dreadful figure, you prayed for something or someone to save you. As if they heard you, the foxy boy and his parents arrived. Since then, you never stopped to feel its presence. And now, it was controlling your best friend ? It had to be another nightmare… Tears started to roll down your cheeks. « Please… Jeongin… Let me go. » you begged. « I can’t do that. You know our secret now. You have to stay with us, you will be safe. » his body was lightly shaken by spasms. Finally, finding what you were looking for, you grabbed a stone and hit him in the head. He seemed stunned for a minute, his grip being weaker. He ferociously glared at you, more blood covering his face. He straddled you, blocking your arms. « You wanted to leave this place, leave me. » he accused. He would never forget the day you told him you would go to Seoul. It wasn’t what he had in mind. He didn’t want to be far away from you, he didn’t know how to be happy without you. His feelings were stronger and clearer than ever. Was it his true feelings or the entity’s ones, though ? « No, no, no… not you, Jeongin » Your sobs made it hard for you to talk, black dots appearing in front of your sight as the pain was getting more and more intense. Your head was buzzing, the sounds of the cicadas surrounding you becoming deafening. « I can’t trust you anymore, but you’ve always been precious to me… I’ve loved you and still love you so much Y/N… that’s why you have to stay with me forever. » Your friend was long gone. You cried at the idea that you would never be able to enjoy the simple things of life with him anymore. You wish you could turn back time, save him…

Plunging towards your throat, the last thing you saw was his dislocated jaw and eyes rolling into the back of his head.

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[gaybatmanenthusiast]

A KILLING HEARTBREAK (oneshot)

(billy loomis x gn! reader)

⋆★ word count : 1,275

⋆★ warnings : angst, severe sadness, mentions of death, idk what else to warn abt!!

⋆★ abt : reader and Billy are all lovey dovey, then it all goes down hill from there

⋆★ extra : n/a

You were a new student at Woodsboro High School, and you didn't really know anyone. You sat alone in the cafeteria when a group of students walked in. You recognized one of them as Billy Loomis, the most popular guy in school. Most girls talked about him so you picked up quick on that. He was surrounded by his friends, but he looked bored and uninterested in their conversation.

You couldn't help but stare at him. He was tall, with dark hair and dark brown eyes that you could get lost in. You had seen him around school before, but you had never talked to him. He was always surrounded by his friends, and you were far too shy to approach him.

But one day, you were walking home from school when you saw Billy sitting alone on a bench. He was staring at the ground, clearly lost in thought. You mustered up the courage to approach him. Thinking your head it was a bad idea once you got close enough.

"Hey, Billy," you said, trying to sound casual. you failed at that, you were obviously nervous.

He looked up at you, surprised. "Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. eyes locked on yours.

You sat down next to him, and there was an awkward silence between you. You didn't know what to say, and he seemed to be lost in thought again.

After a few minutes, he spoke up. "I'm sorry if I seem out of it," he said. "I just have a lot on my mind."

You nodded, not knowing what else to say. But then he surprised you by opening up to you. He told you about his parents' divorce, and how he was struggling to deal with it. He talked about how he felt like he had to put on a brave face for his friends, but how he was really hurting inside.

You listened to him, and you could tell that he was relieved to have someone to talk to. You didn't judge him or try to fix his problems. You just listened and offered him a sympathetic ear.

From that day on, you and Billy became friends. You would often see him sitting alone on the bench, lost in thought, and you would sit down next to him. You would talk about anything and everything, and he would open up to you more and more.

Eventually, your friendship turned into something more. You would sneak away from school and spend hours talking in private. He would hold your hand and tell you how much he appreciated you. You would kiss under the stars, and he would tell you that he loved you.

You never would have guessed that the most popular guy in school would fall for you, but he did.

THIS IS WHERE IT GOES DOWN HILL SO ⚠️

Skip to 13 months in the future, a month or so after your one year anniversary. Your relationship with Billy was going strong, and you were happy. But then, everything changed. People in your town started getting murdered, and the killer was still on the loose. You were scared, but you had Billy to protect you. He was strong and brave, and he promised to keep you safe.

But then, you found out that Billy was the killer. That night at the party, You weren’t supposed to be there, but you snuck over anyways later on because Tatum wanted you there. Little did you know that night was going to ruin you forever. You arrived late, the front door was locked and you knocked a couple of times no one answered. So you went around the back to get in the garage way, or the back door at-least. You saw Tatum hanging from the small doggie door, on the garage door. You’d let out the most piercing and raw scream, tears filling your eyes you couldn’t handle seeing her like this. You’d ran over to her trying to wake her up, it didn’t work you knew it wouldn’t but you had to try. After trying to regain your composure, it obviously didn’t work. You still tried though, but that image of her will always be ingrained into your brain.

Then the worry and hurt started to get worse, adrenaline building up. You knew Billy was at this party so you walked past Tatums body and went inside. It was a stupid idea but you weren’t thinking about your safety only his. You started to feel the tears coming again; the thoughts of Billy gone flooding your head. Then you heard it, as you reached the door. Sidney panicking over to Stu, then the ghostface voice “Surprise Sidney “.

The shock you felt couldn’t be described, then again it got worse. He and Billy then revealed that they were both the killer. You couldn’t handle it, this and Tatum you started sobbing hard. You got scared knowing how loud you were and that they definitely would have heard you; you started backing away from the garage door that lead into the house, then Billy came into the garage knife in hand, covered in blood.

You’d never felt so betrayed and hurt in your life, it was a gut wrenching discovery. At first you didn’t want to believe it, your Billy? your sweet Billy, the man you’ve spent the last 13 months with; laughing, bonding and most of all trusting each other. He had opened up to you let you in and you had done the same, you knew things were bad with him and his mental health. But you hadn’t thought he could have done such heinous acts. He had been working with his friend Stu to.. murder people. Your classmates. Your principal. You just couldn't believe that the person you loved was capable of such terrible things.

Billy tried to explain himself, but you couldn't listen. You blocked everything he said out, everything was a blur at this point. Your head feeling hazy and your mind going blank. You were too hurt, betrayed, tired, everything just happened so fast. You ran away from him, and you didn't look back. You ran so fast and so far, you didn’t even notice how far you had ran until you collapsed on the side of the road. You then called the police, you did it so fast you could barely comprehend that you did it.

You were traumatized by what had happened, even if it wasn’t directly at you the pain and guilt of being with a man so sinister. Him being so evil right under your nose and you didn’t even notice. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, and you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. You felt like your world had been turned upside down.

You tried to talk to your therapist about what had happened, but they didn't understand. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know what it was like to be scared all the time. You felt like you were alone in the world, and you didn't know how to cope. You started having panic attacks, and you couldn't leave your house without feeling like all eyes were on you.

It took a long time for you to heal from what had happened. You went to therapy, and you talked to your family about your feelings. You slowly started to feel like yourself again. But you knew that you would never be the same. You would always carry the scars of what had happened with you. You would always wonder how you could have been so blind to Billy's true nature. You would always be scared of falling in love again.

[stackthedeck]

Can you imagine if someone, After they unmask Spider-Man, do the math about the age he started fighting crime.

I Can imagine some of his enemies being like "oh god, I almost killed a kid"

Or some of his friend being horrified by how young he was. Especially when they discover it was at this age he gain a guilt complex

respectfully, what spider-man villain has a problem with fighting children lmao like I see this joke a lot about Peter's villains freaking out about fighting a teenager, but I think the substantially funnier joke is that no one gives a shit about Peter being a kid. Real fuck them kids energy you know?

Do we, collectively as Spider-Man fans, actually think any of Peter's villains give a shit. Like the only one I could imagine having hesitations is maybe the Punisher but he shows up when Peter is an adult. Like villains introduced before Amazing Spider-Man #30? Norman doesn't have a problem with hitting kids canonically, Doc Ock is like that, etc. Maybe the Lizard, Connors is cool but idk early Lizard appearances show him as having pretty limited control when he's the Lizard. Idk I'll think on which Spider-Man villains draw the line at killing a teenager

also i promise i'm not trying to be mean... but like I think his friends would not give a single shit about him being spider-man at 16. like say Harry by nothing short of a fanfic miracle, survives and works through everything after his dad's death and forgives Peter. what's he going to do feel bad that his dad was hitting him too? I mean probably, but like they've got a lot of shit to unpack together. Flash enlisted in the army at 18 and really admired Spider-Man before and after he knew he was Peter, I think he sees it as nothing but heroic. MJ canonically always knew because of a retcon that I think is bullshit, but nonetheless. Gwen never knew Peter was Spider-Man which I do think is one of the greatest missed opportunities of comic books, maybe she'd have a bigger reaction to him starting young, but like she'd have a bigger crisis to deal with if she found out. Shit, what other friends does Peter have? Johnny Storm? The dude that started at 15, yeah he'd make fun of Peter for getting into the game late. My niece was fighting Doctor Doom when she was six, web-head, sorry the shocker brained you before your SATs lmao

I think why I'm struggling with his friends having any reaction to like Peter's age is that when they do find out they're not that far removed from 16, they remember being that young and feeling like they were basically adults. I mean you're not basically an adult at 16, you just feel like it, but really the idea is only horrifying to us as the reader because we're not the intended audience of the high school years anymore. kinda like reading hunger games hits different when you're frontal cortex finishes cooking

I think the only kind of person that would have to have a reaction to Peter starting being a hero so young would have to be like someone with good parents and a stable home life and in comic books that's just the latest generation of heroes and like they did a whole arc about it

[batemanofficial]

time for everybody's favorite game: jaime waxes poetic about whether or not im transgender

so im less concerned with labels now that im a little older than i have been in the past but this shit is so confusing dawg. i always say that if i had been born ten years later i would have transitioned because i spent the first six or so years of my life believing wholeheartedly that i was a boy. but i eventually just kind of had to cave to the expectations that were set for me (interpersonally, at church, within my family, etc), and had a very very hardcore "not like other girls" phase to cope with that. when i got to high school i kinda gave that up and got really into makeup and fashion to try to make femininity "my own," and i still enjoy both of those things today but it's always felt very costume-y to me. like i don't wear makeup to feel like a "better version of myself" (to use substance parlance), i wear it to play dress up. to be something that *isnt* me. its me but its not. its caricature. its pastiche. i very rarely dress up in a way that isn't some kind of like. reference or something. maybe that's not the right word but my outward appearance is very intentionally constructed and not necessarily representative of the consciousness inside. dgmw dressing eclectically is very much a part of my personality and something that i enjoy doing, but it's performance at the end of the day.

but to switch gears a little i don't know if i want to be a man per se either. like ive never felt like a woman but idk about calling myself a man either. like my lesbianism is a huge part of my identity and i don't want to give that up for the sake of ideological cohesiveness. hang on sorry i just realized im describing the plot of stone butch blues. carry on.

but anyway i definitely want the respect that men are afforded both just in general and within my industry specifically (being a woman in a professional kitchen sucksssssss sometimes) but on the flip side would that be worth all the fuss? and idk about testosterone and all that bc i don't want to deal with the side effects quite honestly. but at the same time i hate being looked at as a "woman" and ogled and harassed and all that jazz. if i had it my way i'd be 6'2 and have no tits but alas i am on the surface a conventionally attractive skinny white woman. and i hate that. it disgusts me like genuinely. i know that makes me sound like a total cunt and like im fishing for compliments but im not. maybe im just too substance pilled but i feel like meat when im reminded of what i look like.

i think part of the disconnect im feeling comes from the fact that im intersex (turner syndrome nation rise) and i have all the indicators of womanhood but still other things about my body that point the other way. and identifying as nonbinary feels the most coherent to me but it just comes with so much societal baggage that it's just not worth it to me. like i HATE being they/themmed bc it feels like a pc way to say "what the fuck are you" and "you're just a girl who wants to be quirky." and obv i don't believe those things abt nonbinary people but i feel like that's what the current sentiment is from most people on the street.

ughhhhh anyway. i saw this image and it really made me think. like this is objectively silly but this is exactly how i feel.

but anyway it's 1:15 in the morning and my phone's about to die so i should go to bed BUT if you have any words of wisdom please feel free to share because i am in truth extremely jealous of the self actualization my trans friends and those on hrt have bc i am a pussy who hates going to the doctor and can't get out of their own head enough to decide if they even want that. but i think i might. if you read this far im sorry for the word vomit but thank you for reading anyway. mwah y buenas noches

[alyjojo]

August 🥵 2024 Monthly - Leo

Preshuffle: You’re having to let something go. Not because you want to, but because it just hasn’t worked out for some time, and you don’t know what to do about it. Nothing has worked, you don’t know enough or have the tools to do something about it, or by the time you do it won’t even matter anymore. Could be big or small, like a DIY project that’s been on hold.

Meditation: A synchronized chorus singing “California Dreaming”, in front of the Hollywood sign. I love that song. But this chorus was a group of an old style of fashion…the 1930’s-50’s. Polka dot bathing suits. Predominantly well-off white people, prim and proper, running around on a beach…being white, idk how else to say it. Movies in stark contrast with color, in the distance things are getting exciting but still old fashioned. But, the people watching them were *modern day* people, it was the California of today. They were looking at this chorus like they’re high 💊 The sign I have on my table gives me a similar vibe and will come with a disclaimer…are they related? You could be dealing with a cultural difference or situation of some kind, in that only certain people would truly understand or “get it”. I’m not really sure how to place this one besides old vs. new.

Main energy: 5 Cups

Someone is coming back into town and not telling you? Or they’re finishing something, possibly starting something new - and not telling you. You are under the impression there’s unfinished business here, more to talk about and possibly heal or work on…and the other person has decided for themselves in a way that has left you feeling sad and disappointed. Every Oracle is about love so this one could be specific. Even if it’s not a lover, it’s regarding love, connection, partnership. Like a friend that left town for school and got married, moved there and never came back. Someone could’ve made an appearance or said something and they didn’t - so you’re sad. Justifiably. I’m also getting something like a company sending you or your person somewhere far away at a time that’s kinda inconvenient (like your birthday?) Or you may hope for a return from someone around this time, and they’re letting you down.

What’s going on in August:

6 Pentacles:

You thought everything was on the up & up with this person. You give, I give, we’re equal and it’s good. It was fair until it wasn’t, and I’m getting you’ve tried righting a wrong regarding this, it’s not like you’re just resting on your laurels. If anything, they’re not reciprocating, and you’re at a loss for what you’re supposed to do about it. Nothing, right? What can you even do? Justice may be a clear cut-off, either things are fair and balanced or over with and you give up. That’s the release. You don’t have any faith, or proof, that things can improve from where they are currently in this situation/relationship, though you’ve waited to even come to that conclusion.

Justice:

Some of you could have things tied up in the legal system and that’s what you’ve waited on, hoping it would happen before or around now. Definitely sooner 💯 For example, an ex could have primary custody and you’ve waited for the courts to give you your kids back, or more time, child support possibly, but not yet. Or on the contrary, you could finally be receiving the Justice you deserve out of a whole hell of a lot of confusion you’ve dealt with for a long time. Something about this though, even if you win, you lose. Or something is lost and that’s where the focus is with 5 Cups. There are two cups still standing but we aren’t seeing that in our sadness.

Time is a big factor, how long it’s been. You’ve been with someone for years and they’re not acting like they want to move on to the next stage. You’ve worked somewhere a long time and they haven’t acted like they want to promote you. You were hoping for good news and kinda feel defeated, expectations have not met reality and it sucks.

King of Pentacles:

This doesn’t feel like your energy. Could be a co-parent or boss, those are the ones coming through anyway. Could be a legal official too. You’re waiting for someone to step it UP, and have been for who knows how long, to no avail. Someone could have lost a job and you’ve been waiting around to hear about that - it’s not coming. Same for a promotion. This could simply be work bestie getting sent to another branch to help out for awhile…but are they coming back? Doesn’t look like it. Not this month anyway. Or if they do, they don’t even say something to catch up or anything. Maybe because of time but - you don’t care, you’re hurt. It could even be someone coming back to your company that already left - but you don’t like them or you wanted the position yourself. The biggest problem is no one is being open and honest about anything with you, like hello. Talk.

8 Wands rev:

No speaking, no action, you feel like you haven’t been included or involved when you should be. Or your input wasn’t asked for but it matters? You could feel ignored, skipped over, and unappreciated. Burden is here with the Oracle and this row repeats the message of having no choice but to put the burden down, what are you supposed to do about decisions you didn’t make, or drama you didn’t cause? You are seriously conflicted about what your role is here, and it’s due to others not speaking to you or involving you. You could be jumping to conclusions or assuming the worst - silence will do that. Is it your loss or theirs? Probably theirs but you’re still hurt so…wtf. Your attitude is not hanging onto this & letting it go, because you have to - not want to 🤷‍♂️

8 Cups rev:

If someone else has avoided you it’s because they’re avoiding your reaction, a disaster, a meltdown of some kind - and a block from progress. So involving you would stop them in some way, or you’d be upset…which you clearly are. You could’ve invested in something financially that you can’t do anything with and in order to get out of a pending financial disaster, you have to let go of whatever this is. There is no progress without letting go of the burden you’re carrying about this thing, or person, that’s why you’re sad. For some this could be a break-up, you wanted to reunite and they knew if they said how they really feel you’d throw a fit. Same for a boss, they’re making a final decision and you’re stuck with it, could be to avoid problems down the line and doesn’t even involve you more than that. Either way the challenge is letting go of something you had high hopes for.

Advice: 6 Cups rev & Ace of Wands, letting go of the past and moving towards a fun and exciting new beginning - just without this person or thing. It’s not how you thought it was going to be, and there may be some anger as well as sadness. Again, you have no choice, you’re not dropping burdens because you feel like it, some of you have tried everything and there’s no use. There’s something new ahead.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Aries, Taurus, Pisces, Scorpio & Sagittarius

Oracle: ✨

10 Burden 🫠

Many times we take on the stress of those we love and care for. We see it as the ultimate sacrifice. We take on others’ burden to save them the trouble or heartache. Ironically, the way energy and the universe work makes this a very counterproductive way of operating. When we take on the burdens of others, we deny them the ability to learn and grow from their own lessons. We also interfere with divine planning and timing. Never one to be thwarted - any lessons circumvented will absolutely reappear - sometimes with much more force than what was originally intended.

Ask yourself if you or another is taking on troubles and lessons not belonging to them out of a need to be needed. This stems from the fear that you (or they) are fundamentally not enough. This is not true, you are created perfect. Your fears and doubts keep you separated from this truth. This is the separation one can feel from Spirit. Once you accept and believe you are perfect and worthy, the tendency to make yourself invaluable to others through your help and assistance will go away. Your relationships can then be based on truth and not manipulation.

Venus Leo - Affair 💋

Jupiter Libra - Negotiation 🗣️

Could be literal signs you have, someone else has, or the message they share. Jupiter Libra is a peaceful discussion, open communication with honesty, negotiation being a possibility, and it’s matched with equal give and take, Justice. That is what benefits the situation and what you’ve not gotten. You may feel you’ve given and have not received. Venus Leo likes someone going above and beyond for them, feeling valued & celebrated. This financial issue may be a canceling of plans that you’re disappointed with, due to having to avoid some disaster. Or someone is cheap. Someone could simply be stuck on Jury Duty. Or traveling for work. Or you yourself don’t have the money to do what you want. You thought a decision involved a discussion but someone is just making it - in any story, and you’re upset.

We enter into August as:

Wolf of White Light 🌙

“There is a guide inside of us.”

Wolf of White Light comes to remind you that you must use your instinct, for it is what protects you. You are more aware of this than you realize. Your instinct is finely tuned and accurate, so why doubt it? He reminds us that focusing on past injustices will not prepare us for the present. Wolf of White Light warns that time spent in the past also leaves you defenseless in the future. Letting go of the old is signified, for if you do not, you may miss the opportunities that Spirit has planned for you. Wolf is the spirit guide that comes to lead you up the mountain you are about to climb. He only appears to those seeking a guide. Allow him to guide you, and follow your instincts. Remember that when the Wolf appears, it’s time to move on. He is a reminder that your journey is guided. With your eyes focused forward, the Wolf is waiting in the distance for you. Now is the time.

What is to be learned in August:

Demon Red Rainbow 👹

“The greatest adversary is the one living inside of me.”

If the Demon Red Rainbow speaks to you, it is an indication that you are starting to (or will) forge ahead on the path you have chosen. You are correct in thinking that this path is important. Demon Red Rainbow denotes miraculous changes which lay ahead but not without your dogged determination. If you are facing a hill that appears insurmountable, this card reminds us that most true adversaries are the ones inside of us. Life always turns for the better when we face our demons.

You are not to abandon your focus no matter what comes up. The direct route may be the best way to the other side of your fear. There is a crucial lesson here for us all. Know that Spirit always provides an ally when we face the Demon Red Rainbow. It will be clear to you who they are. You need not face anything alone. Spirit has chosen a very powerful lesson for you so that you may teach others what you have learned. A gift of this kind is never given without our ability to use it.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

[kiliofdurinsline]

I'm following the rules by sending you an ask but demon/vampire mb au????? idk why that's the "weirdest" thing I saw in your list

(ask me about my WIPs)

AHHH THAT ONE! :D

That fic was gonna be for a MB big bang like... a year ago? 2 years ago??? and i dropped the event bc i was so busy with school + zines and it was my lowest prio (plus was slipping out of sk8 writing at the time).

my initial idea inspo was one of those twitter "QRT with pics based on your zodiac/birthday/battery %" things, which gave me the prompt: Immortal AU | Mutual Pining | “Listen to me, just this once.” my essential idea: Kaoru is posessed by a demon (Carla) who grants him eternal health + youth + life in exchange for her getting to live in his body + occasionally use it as her own (gets her a "get out of Hell free" card). Kojiro is a vampire. The two meet in Venice, have an on-again-off-again situationship for a few centuries, until they meet up in modern day when Adam (a demon possessing the politician Ainosuke Shindo) appears and decides, hey, he really wants to be a dick to Carla, so why not get the pretty body she's got while he's at it?

featuring high drama from Kojiro, who refuses to let Kaoru be possessed by Adam, Kaoru who has a demon and a vampire as his forever family, Carla who is a snarky demon shit, and amateur demon hunter group comprised of Reki/Langa/Shadow/Miya who are investigating this super sus politician, Ainosuke Shindo.

Snippet below the cut (this is long but i legit forgot i wrote this and it *slaps*) cw for: threats of violence, blood drinking, loss of control of body due to demon possession

The moonlight shines on the water’s surface, and Kaoru breathes the salty air in deep. Venice reminds him of home, with the ocean air rolling in and the markets full of freshly caught fish. It’s been nearly sixty years since he left home, but Kaoru still finds himself most at peace by the ocean.

It’s far safer to travel in a group, Kaoru knows, but he slips away from the caravan of traders he’s travelled here with to explore the city for himself.

He looks up, losing himself in the stars as he walks along the waterfront. Gondolas drift by in his periphery, and Italian chatter spills out of open windows as he meanders along the walkway.

A hand on his arm startles Kaoru out of his reverie, and the shine of the moon on the water disappears as he’s pulled into a dark alley and a hand is slapped over his mouth.

“Just what the hell are you?” and Kaoru’s staring into angry wine-dark eyes with his own eyes open wide, and Carla says “Oh, fuck,” in his head, and then—

His mouth is moving but Kaoru’s not speaking. He can see his hands coming up to grip the stranger’s shirt tight, but he’s not moving them. He can feel his own face twist into a smirk and a leer but he’s not the one doing it, what is this—

Carla chuckles, deep and low, and the sound comes from Kaoru’s throat. “Oh, you are a pretty one, aren’t you? What are you? Werewolf? No, you’re far too cold for that. A lost soul, then, clinging to a life it has no claim of? Or,” and Carla leans in close and brushes the stranger’s hair away from their neck, revealing two light scars dotting the flesh just behind the jugular.

“Oh, how interesting,” Carla purrs with Kaoru’s tongue. “A vampire, here in Venice? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, your kind loves the waterfront—”

The vampire shoves Kaoru, no, Carla, into the stone wall behind them, and steps back. “Well, you know what I am. Now answer my damn question: what are you?”

Carla crosses Kaoru’s arms — and Kaoru does not like the feeling why can’t he control his limbs — and tilts Kaoru’s head. “My name is Carla. I’ve struck a deal with this mortal, so now I get to use his body.”

The stranger’s eyes narrow. “A demon, I should have known by your stink—”

Kaoru protests in his head, but the words never pass his lips. Carla cuts the stranger off with a laugh. “Oh, come now, love, the boy and I have our deal. He agreed to this, and he gets what he wants out of the bargain. There’s no need for such insults, especially not when I know every weakness your kind has.”

In a flurry of movement, Carla has the vampire pinned to the wall, Kaoru’s dagger held to his throat. “It’s made of steel, to be sure, but beheading works just as well as a stake through the heart. But I’m sure we’d both rather this not end in violence — surely, this city is big enough for the both of us, at least for the next few days? We’ve got enough problems from all the humans slinking about; if they catch onto either one of us, it’s bad news for us both. So, what do you say? Truce?”

The stranger grits his teeth and nods curtly. “Truce.”

Carla nods and pulls away, sheathing Kaoru’s dagger in one fluid motion. “I’ve told you my name already, and the boy’s name is Kaoru.”

“Kojiro,” the vampire says. He narrows his eyes as he looks Carla up and down.

“Let me out,” Kaoru says, but the words never pass his lips, and Carla’s voice resonates around him in his head. It rumbles in the dark space Kaoru is in, shaking every fiber of his soul as she croons, “Hush, now, all in due time.”

“Kojiro,” Carla says aloud, and she taps Kaoru’s lips with a finger in thought. “Well, in the name of our truce, what say I buy you a drink?”

Kojiro rolls his eyes. “And you claim to know so much about vampires.”

“Not alcohol, moron.” Carla turns back to the water and the moonlight shining on the river’s surface. “We demons have quite a network already established, one that can even benefit you vampires.”

They end up at a dingy pub. Kojiro claims a booth while Carla speaks with the bartender. She asks for two glasses of wine, “One red and one darker,” she says. The bartender pauses and looks at her, locks eyes with her for a moment, then nods and turns away. He comes back with two glasses, one with wine and one with a thicker, deep red liquid. Carla takes the glasses, and the thicker liquid clings to the side of the glass as it shifts. Kaoru realizes with horror that the liquid is blood.

Carla brings the glasses and slides the glass of blood over to Kojiro. He sniffs at it, eyes narrowed in suspicion. His eyes widen as he looks at it.

“Huh,” he says. “You actually got human blood.”

Carla lifts up her wine glass. “Like I said — connections. Alla tua.”

“Alla tua,” Kojiro says, and he clinks his glass against Carla’s before taking a deep sip. “So,” he says, “what brings a demon to Venice?”

[fairycosmos]

do you have any advice on how to overcome internalized homophobia? I’m a bi woman but I have a hard time accepting I’m bi, idk I always felt very strongly about gay rights but didn’t realize until recently I actually really like women and it kind of freaked me out….. the dread that wells up within me is actually kind of terrifying. I have conservative parents who are just casually homophobic but I mean they would never physically harm me or directly confront me about being gay but I think their casual indifference and disdain still left a deep impression on me. I had a girlfriend when I was 16 and my then girlfriend’s mom was really homophobic and to this day it’s painful to think about. Also I guess I always pinged as gay to lots of my classmates because at every school I was enrolled in during high school I always got mocked for being gay/into women. Well. I think I’ve always known I’m bi but not until recently did I realize I actually want to be with women. Do you have any advice how to build yourself up after such instances? How do I extend love to myself and accept myself while still remaining closeted and not having any sort of community in my social life…. I want to move out and live with people my age and make queer friends but I don’t even know where to start. I get so jealous seeing other people happy in relationships with supportive communities and families, which makes me a bad person I know but I just wish I had the guts to actually invest time and energy to build the life I want 😭

i'm going to be very real w you i may not be the very best person to ask. yes, i'm a bi woman whose closeted to my family, so we're on the same page as far as that goes, but i think based on this ask thar you're in a bit more of an extreme situation than me. my parents would describe themselves as liberal as far as economic status goes but they've definitely got an implicit bias towards the lgbt community and it has showed ever since i was a kid......i honestly do not know what they would do if they knew i was bisexual, idek if i would have a relationship with them at all. so I find it hard to offer any concrete advice on building yourself up after coming out bc, obviously, i haven't even gotten there myself - i'm out to some friends and stuff but not to family. i think more than anything we're in the same boat, i daydream about moving out and meeting queer friends too, it is a really really difficult position to be in. i wanna say the only thing i've done in the last 2 yrs go sort of expand my horizons is go to gay bars - though i have to get the train for 40 min to get to to one - and try and get in contact with any sort of lgbt support or community, even online.

something i want to impress is that you don't have to talk about your sexuality to anyone unless you're comfortable doing so. for the longest time i felt like i was betraying everyone by not immediately announcing it - being bi - but i've come to learn that is truly just. my business?? and not even a big deal to most ppl??? i often feel so perverted, so wrong, so just like. ashamed of experiencing same-sex attraction, but genuinely - we don't owe that information to anyone unless we decide for ourselves that it's relevant to that particular dynamic. it's really really hard for me to accept, and i still find it hard to even say "i'm bi" out loud. but i think i just want you to know w this message that i at least somewhat get it and that you're not doing anything wrong by just like. being who you are and doing what you can to get by authentically. sending a massive hug your way - if you want to talk about this more, feel free to message me anytime!! x

[magicmindless]

have any hcs for Emmlette?

Y’all I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve made one of these😭😭 mainly due to (lack of) interest in making these and other sorts of things

Anyways

A HC List but it’s just Emmlette

I really like her… theatre kid chicken lady…

- Very cheerful and sweet but is down-to-Earth. Being a transparent person, she can come off as a bit snarky sometimes but she only means well. She’s a gem to have around and usually tries her best to make people feel comfortable around her

- Has ADHD. It’s hard for her to focus and stay in one place, her thoughts overlap a lot, and she can be forgetful sometimes. She wasn’t diagnosed until her 20s. She uses medicine now to deal with it which helps her enough

- Developed depression for a good portion of her teenage hood and college years. She hated school and needed accommodations to barley keep her grades up but. Undiagnosed ADHD didn’t make it any easier

- Unsurprisingly she’s a theatre kid. It was one of the few classes she was good at and she always made sure to audition for every single musical/play Sakura Bay High ever did during her high school years (yes she went to Sakura Bay High and became a teacher there. Funny huh?)

- Her favorite musical is Into The Woods and she has a fond memory of it because she got to be the witch back in high school (I’m sorry I haven’t watched enough musicals and most of the ones I’ve watched idk if she’d like bear with me-)

- She used to write songs and play them on her piano as an outlet, even going as far as to record them though she’s never really shown them. She still has the recordings and admits that they’re really cringy looking back at

- Should be mentioned she’s actually really good at singing and playing the piano

- Her nails always look bad since she tends to bite or rip her nails whenever she’s bored or stressed out. Vicky nearly fainted seeing her nails for the first time

- The reason she became a theatre teacher was due to not only her having a lack on confidence in herself to make it big as an actress back then, but no one else at the time believed in her either, so she settled for teaching. She does sometimes wonder what could’ve been though…

- She does like teaching and has met some incredible students who’ve gone off to do great things, but teaching can also stress her out whether it’s from misbehaving students, or those who just have no interest and are taking theatre as only an “easy grade” in their eyes

- She’s not only a good support for her students, but also for her adult friends when they need someone to talk to or provide a shoulder to cry on

- Always had a bit of a chicken obsession. She had a neighbor who had chickens when she was little and she’d frequently go to their place to spend time with them. Now she has 4 of her own chickens named Scrambles, Tamagoyaki, Sunny, and Fluffles

- People think it’s weird that she doesn’t like to eat chicken out of guilt but is willing to eat eggs and other meat. It’s just an attachment thing for her

- Likes giving gifts to people randomly. Usually they are edible things like mochi or bread from a bakery but she also gives things like cute little keychains

- A great cook. She likes making cute bentos and stuff like that and has even cooked for her friends and family

- She’ll act like a mom sometimes trying to make sure her friends are eating enough and doing well. Some of her friends (like Petrona and Rollie) have found it irritating but they will sometimes tolerate it

- Is able to cry and stop crying on command. It’s a little disturbing, but helpful in acting

- Is the type of extrovert to adopt introverts, including Petrona

-She can read people’s faces and body language scarily well. Even if someone stands slightly off she can tell if there’s something wrong or bothering someone

- Keeps a bit of a close eye on Petrona since she always worries about her physical and emotional health due to her work ethic. She’ll usually try to do things like get food for Petrona’s lunch break or talk to her a bit if she suspects Petrona’s been crying/having a rough day. And despite Petrona’s annoyances, she seemed to have warmed up to her overtime

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

I just started reading your rhett/Tessa story and I adore it! If it isn't out of line or too much trouble could I request a lumen au for Tessa and Rhett? I adored the one you did for Ronnie and Jake and I can't help but wonder what it would be like for Tessa and Rhett.

I am so glad you've liked here to stay so far!! and ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN HOLY SHIT NOW THIS IS A CONCEPT (also uh....she was getting kinda long so I stopped at a very crucial moment but if you want more...just lemme know cause i have more lol)

to refresh on what a lumen is: "lumens take on the form of a small ball of light and vary in color from person to person. when you meet your soulmate your lumen will emit a bright light and upon brushing with your soulmate's lumen they both will give off a flash of light." - from @meliapis amazing arcane drabble there are windows to the soul(mate) please go read and review!! And then I added that a person's lumen flies in through their window at midnight on their 16th birthday.

SO with Rhett and Tess, they went to high school together.

And she's a few months younger than him (I think?? idk when his birthday is but we're gonna go with he's older for now until proven otherwise).

So Rhett gets his Lumen first, on the stroke of midnight when he turns 16. He's got his window open like his mama told him to and he's laying in bed, staring at the ceiling trying to will himself to not worry about it. It's no big deal. Just a piece of his soulmate is about to fly down from...wherever Lumens come from. No big deal.

The clock in the hall starts dinging and just like that, his room is illuminated with a soft yellow light. He's never sat up so fast in his entire life. Blankets go flying.

It just floats there in the middle of the room for a minute. A beautiful little ball of warm yellow, like a piece of the sun was in his room. It was calming the hammering of his heart inside his chest. Then it floated over to him and nuzzled itself against his cheek. It tingled, and it made him laugh.

So, ofc, he calls his Lumen Sunshine. That little piece of his soulmate, in those few months before he knows who it belongs to, never strays too far from him. Sticks close, likes to hide in his hoodies and burrow against his neck. It's shy, but warm. Comforting when his dad is screaming at him and his mom just tells him to do better.

He tries to act casual when he walks into school with Sunshine floating over his shoulder for the first time, but he really can't help bragging to his friends. Cause not everyone gets a lumen, but he had one. he had a soulmate out there somewhere, waiting for him.

And he really hoped it was Maria. That pretty girl he's been crushing on since he was 12. She hadn't gotten her lumen yet, so there was no way to know for sure until then. But he prayed every night, mused to Sunshine about it all the time.

Though the way Sunshine shied away from Maria, hung possessively around Rhett's face so she couldn't see him, should have been hint enough that it wasn't her.

Then, at midnight, October 17th, Tess is too anxious to stay in her room. She's wandered out into the horse barn. Giving her horse Peaches a midnight snack. Part of her hoped she didn't get one so no one would stare at her when she walked into school the next day.

But of course, a little ball of blue light - bright and clear as the sky - floated in through the crack in the barn door.

It went to her immediately, nuzzled against her belly to make her laugh and slid up onto Peaches' back like it wanted to go for a ride.

She calls her Lumen Cowboy.

That night, she confesses that she's scared of whoever they are a piece of. Scared they won't like her. Scared they'll want to be with someone else. Scared she won't like them either, that it might not be that Abbott boy she passes in the halls that's so cute she feels her blush in her ears.

But Cowboy, without words, is reassuring. Sets itself down beside her on her pillow all night while she tries to sleep.

She walks into school the next day with Cowboy confidently floating above her head. Clearing the way for her almost. Her friends are excited for her, and that helps her feel excited too. And she goes to her first-period class without any disruptions or hiccups. So she assumes that her soulmate isn't anyone she goes to school with. It's a small school, if they were there, Cowboy would have floated off to go find them by now.

But here's the thing.....

Rhett Abbott is running late to school

His chores weren't done and he wasn't going until they were.

So he pulls up about halfway through first period, runs to class and slips into his seat, luckily without his english teacher yelling at him.

But to add on to an already pretty shit morning, Sunshine just floats right back out the door.

"Uh, Mrs. Cooper? Someone's Lumen just went out into the hall?"

Everyone who has one looks up to see if theirs is gone, and Rhett feels the heat drain from his face when he realizes Sunshine is gone. He apologizes but shoots out of his desk like it's on fire. Mostly, he's just embarrassed and thinks Sunshine is wandering off. In the few months it's been there, it has wandered away to show him a cool sight a few times. Something he normally wouldn't even notice. And he thinks that is what is happening now.

AND THEN, just down the hall, Tess watches with wide eyes as Cowboy leaves the place where it was nestled in her sweatshirt pocket - only to go straight out the door. Mr. Snyder lets her go after it after a little begging.

And as soon as they're both out in the hall, calling in hushed whispers for their lumens to come back, their lumens start to glow.

Tess locks eyes with Rhett standing at the other end of the hall with wide eyes. Then their lumens meet in the middle and it feels like an explosion went off.

Everyone starts peeking out from their respective classrooms to see what was going on, and immediately people start talking among themselves.

"Rhett Abbott and Tess Abernathy! They're soulmates! Their Lumens just went off!"

And...Rhett is sixteen so please cut him some slack for this. But he looks disappointed. He's young, he thinks he's in love, he got his hopes up.

But man does that look just crush something inside Tess. Immediately she's got tears running down her face and she's so fucking embarrassed cause it's embarrassing enough being 16 but now everyone is looking at her and everyone knows what just happened and her LITERAL SOULMATE is disappointed that it's her and not someone else. Her nightmare come to reality.

So she runs off. She claps a hand over her mouth to keep in a sob and she runs. No destination in mind. But she bursts through the front doors with Cowboy trailing behind her and she just keeps going.