#same person that side eyed me a few weeks ago btw

[ranx0]

Holy shit why was I just laughed at for saying I shipped STEVEPOP OF ALL THINGS and PARRY. What the FUCK. They didn’t even know parry existed apparently too…

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

request: “hey! can you do something with prompts 19, 43, and 44 with jack hughes please? love your work btw!”

19. “OH you’re jealous!”

43. “give me attention.”

44. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

summary: in which y/n gets jealous, but not in the way you’d expect.

notes: after reading these prompts, this idea immediately popped into my head. i apologize if this isn’t really what you had in mind, anon. no affiliation to the song “Jealousy, Jealousy” by Olivia Rodrigo. and this one shot is not meant to be taken too seriously, it’s just a fun twist on the jealousy trope! <3

to be fair, i’m not a very big dog person to begin with. Jack knew that well enough, i mean, i did bring two cats with me in this relationship. Jack however, loved dogs. So i shouldn’t have been surprised when i came home last week to find out that Jack agreed to dog-sit for Shara while he and his wife and baby took a trip. but now it’s been two weeks of pet-sitting and i’m sorta over it.

i step out of Jack and i’s bedroom, in search of my boyfriend of two years, after waking up alone. padding into the living room, i find him lounging on our couch, the dog curled up next to him in the spot that i usually take, and even the cats are laid down by his feet. he’s watching a random movie off netflix, absentmindedly running his hand up and down the dogs back like he usually does to me.

it’s stupid, right? to be jealous of a dog? but unfortunately, i am, because this is what it’s been like for two weeks now. i’m not very high maintenance, but i do look forward to his attention, and i love the mundane things like waking up next to him in bed, or cuddling on the couch and watching tv. but those things have not been happening. i know it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t seem like he even realizes what he’s doing. like yesterday, i got home from a bad day at work, and usually he’s quick to realize my sad state and give me a hug to cheer me up. but when he still hadn’t noticed three hours later, sat on the floor, playing catch with the dog while he asked me what we should do for dinner, which was only the third time he had spoken to me since i had gotten home, it only solidified my jealousy.

he’s loving having a dog in the apartment, but i can officially say that i’m not on the same page.

“oh, hey. when did you wake up?” Jack’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and it’s only now that i realize i was glaring at the dog.

“a few minutes ago.” i avert my gaze over to him while i talk but look back at the dog before speaking again. “you weren’t in bed. again.”

“yeah, i didn’t want him to get lonely.” him. the dog.

“he’s a dog. he’ll be fine while we sleep.” i’m able to control the bite in my voice, keeping it at an untraceable amount.

“he’s not like the cats, love. he requires attention.” he laughs, but due to my poor sleep, i don’t find the joke very funny.

“so does your girlfriend.” i grumble to myself, side-eying.

i wait for him to speak again but when i realize his focus is back on the dog, scratching its ear and kissing its head, i huff and discreetly stomp into the kitchen to make some coffee. but apparently it wasn’t as discreet as i thought, because not a minute later, Jack is in the kitchen with me, the dog trailing after him.

“hey, what’s up with you?” he asks. i send a side-eyed glare towards the dog that’s now nudging my boyfriends hand with it’s nose.

“nothing.” i say, pouring cold brew into my cup of ice before adding my creamer and stirring with my straw.

“oh, no. no, no, no. i thought we got out of the ‘nothing’ phase over a year ago.” Jack shakes his head and leans against the counter. “it’s obviously not nothing.”

oh, so now he can tell i’m upset?

“seriously, Jack, just drop it. i didn’t sleep well, that’s all.” he shakes his head again and pushes off the counter, walking over and placing his hands on my hips, pulling me against him.

“i don’t believe you. what’s actually wrong?” i can’t control myself, my gaze drops from his, down to the dog who’s sitting patiently, waiting for Jack to go back to loving on him. i look back up at Jack and i can tell he’s thinking hard, before his eyes go wide and a smile splits across his face. “OH you’re jealous!”

he laughs and it makes me go red with embarrassment.

“of the dog! oh, babe.” i can hear the pity in his voice and i lift my hands to my face, seeking shelter behind them.

“you’re giving him all your attention.” my words are muffled. “i want you to give me attention.”

his fingers wrap lightly around my wrists, pulling my hands down before he cradles my face with his own hands.

“babe, you get all my attention, all the time. he’s only gonna be here for two more days. and then i’ll be so clingy, that you’ll get sick of me.”

“i don’t get sick of you.” i mumble, nuzzling my face closer into his touch.

“oh trust me, you will. you’ll be all like ‘Jack, omg give me some space!’” he ups his voice a couple octaves, making it squeaky and high pitched, and i laugh, pulling back and playfully hitting his arm.

“i do not sound like that! and did you just say ‘omg’? i don’t say that!”

“uh what are you talking about? i sounded exactly like you! Luke can vouch for me.” i roll my eyes and laugh again and then act serious, gazing up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“be honest, was it pathetic of me to be jealous of a dog?” i ask jokingly.

“honest? yeah, kinda.” he smirks and i let loose a mock gasp, lightly smacking his chest repeatedly, making him bark out in laughter. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“that was so rude! you were supposed to say ‘no, you could never be pathetic!’” i join in his laughter as he grabs my wrists, stopping my weak assault.

“that would be lying, y/n, and lying is immoral.”

“you know what else is immoral, Jack Rowden Hughes?” i ask. “calling your girlfriend pathetic!”

he pulls me into a hug, planting a light kiss on the top of my head.

“i love you. you know that, yeah?”

“yeah, i know that. i love you too.” i feel a nudge on my butt and look down to see the dog gazing up at me. “eh, i guess you’re not so bad, boyfriend stealer.”

[choibinn3]

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

[ four. O_o Yang Jungwonnie ]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

luv note - chloe moriondo

WRITTEN PORTION. 1.9k words

btw remember that second hand embarrassment tag?? yeahh....

ps. this is bad, very, very bad and cheesy so be warned (its meant to be, but youll still feel pain lol)

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student council room.

Jungwon could feel his hands clamming up, but he instead urged himself to just swallow down his nerves. For the past week he thought the biggest worry he had was his parents and Student Council work.

Not potentially losing friendships and breaking your heart.

"Jungwon? Are you still there?" your voice asked. It was slightly muffled by the door, but still distinct. "I had to tell Hyuka to go back without me."

You, he remembered. He had to fix this. He had known you since you were both in kindergarten, incidentally somehow being in the same classes up until High School. Still, he didn't know you though.

You were closer than acquaintances, maybe a little less than friends, and definitely not more than people with mutual friends. With everything that had been happening since the Student Council election, he had assumed he'd get closer to you naturally. It just never happened though, but he enjoyed your company when he could.

Yeri on the other hand, he was connected with. Being both Student Council President and Vice President meant they worked together often, and he found himself being drawn to her sweetness. He enjoyed their dynamic and their current friendship.

The way they worked complemented each other, and she always found a way to make him smile—it seemed as though her kindness and generosity knew no bounds. Plus, she related to him in a way none of his other friends did.

Late, after class and after hours, they'd both talk casually while doing paperwork. Jungwon's parents were hardheaded and stubborn people, wanting the best for him and yet stressing him out. They were the whole reason he ran for President in the first place.

He couldn't find it in himself to hate them though.

Yeri was the same, and she supported him throughout all the difficult times he went through because of them. She was soft, so level headed, fiercely loyal, and unbelievably pretty.

They had been partners and friends for a little over a month, and Jungwon was sure he wanted to at least try with her. It was young, new and unfurling feelings, it was something he wanted to find out.

Your energetic personality was charming, but that was all it was. It didn't strike his heart in any particular way. Jungwon was almost 100% sure there was no way Yeri would ever date him after this, but he needed to prioritize your feelings currently.

He just hoped Yeri and him could still be friends afterwards though—because being a liar was the one thing Jungwon wasn't.

"Yeah," he called out, "still here. You can just come back in now."

He watched as you nervously peeled back the sliding door of the clubroom, inching inside to peer at him. You walked closer to stand in front of him, and Jungwon smiled in hopes of easing your anxiousness.

You threw one back, although a bit hesitantly. "Jungwon," you started, twiddling with your fingers. He simply watched—wanting to at least let you talk a bit. Crushing your feelings now would be nothing but brutal. "Honestly, I was really surprised with the letter. Do you... remember back in 3rd grade?"

"No? I'm sorry, I'm not good with memories from Elementary School," the doe-eyed boy replied. He was telling the truth, grade school felt like ages ago and he just hasn't had the time to reminisce on childhood memories.

You held your hands up in a defensive manner. "That's fine! Um, you like... Uhh, how do I say this..." You made gestures with your figures, hoping to convey it to him in one way or another. God, this was dumb.

Jungwon observed silently as you laughed at your own stuttering. Endearing, came to mind. That was cute.

In the Council Room and in class, you were always particularly enthusiastic and excitable. Seeing you bashful was a very different side of you for the black-haired boy.

"I sent you my own love letter once. Like, a long, long time ago, and you sort of rejected me? I think."

"You think?" The boy held back a laugh, but quickly composed himself. He wasn't laughing maliciously, just... how could you be unsure of such a thing? "I'm sorry, but I still don't remember."

"Yeah, that's fine!" You nodded, embarrassed from his almost-chuckle. You did not want to seem like an idiot in front of him today. "Actually, I don't remember much either, but you didn't reply to it."

Jungwon gazed at your brows furrowed from trying to think of more words to say, and suddenly he felt a tonne of guilt fall onto him. His expression grew solemn.

Quick, get it over with, before this would get any worse.

"Look, YN—"

He had to shut his mouth almost immediately.

"What I'm trying to say is—!" You took a deep breath. "I've liked you since then! Since years, and years ago," you finally blurted, closing your eyes as to not see his reaction.

"You're the only one I've ever felt this way towards. I thought once I grew up this warmth would just... go away, but it hasn't and I don't think it will. I was honestly going to just swallow it all down hoping I'd get over it before we graduate, but I couldn't. My feelings were overflowing—I just found myself finding more things about I liked about you instead."

Your goal today was to not embarrass yourself, but to hastily tell him you liked him too before sprinting away. It seemed as though nothing was going to plan so far, for neither of you, actually.

Jungwon was left unable to speak from your surprising declaration. You took that as a sign to continue. Whatever happened next was something for future you to panic over.

"I like your dimples, that smile you make when you're passing by strangers in the hallway, and the way your hair falls when you comb through it. You're admirable in everything you do, truly. The way you help underclassmen, the way you always make sure to assist teachers during your free periods, and how you never seem to complain or get frustrated when we make mistakes."

You had nurtured your feelings for what felt like forever. Even when you were technically rejected back then, and even now. At first, you thought that he would be a passing crush from when you were a kid—but he wasn't. He grew into his own so much so that you found yourself admiring his leadership, compassion and thoughtfulness with each day you watched him.

"I like how mature you are, how you still find the time to care for your friends even with Student Council work, the natural way you light up any room you walk into, how I could honestly hear your voice talk for hours on end, how even though we haven't spoken much you still remember my favorite color from when I told you during introductions, I'm rambling gahh, just—all of it! I like all of it, everything about you!"

Everyday of harboring your secret affections for the boy consisted of soft glances during his speeches, wishes to be able to encase his hand within yours to interlock your fingers under the table during meetings, and wantings to be more than what you were to him. It was alright for a while, but it had started to become painful.

All crushes are painful, you told yourself in 5th grade, watching him start to receive confessions from your classmates.

"—I like you! I've liked you since the 3rd grade, and so I accept! I really, really want to be with you Yang Jungwon. Please take care of me!"

They were all painful, but you were given the chance to make yours not. To make your feelings real and acknowledged, to bare yourself in front of him like a vivisection—and you were taking it. Even when you were practically trembling from the embarrassment.

Jungwon was stilled from the shock. Heeseung had already told him of your long held feelings, but hearing it from your mouth while you had your eyes shut tight made him flustered.

How were you able to do that so shamelessly? To be so vulnerable and weak in front of someone? He had to write a whole letter, albeit a bit poorly, and somehow you were able to say it all.

He's received confessions before, felt those kind of feelings, but he wouldn't have been able to yell out those sort of things ever—no matter how strong his feelings were. You were dangerously bold, he thought.

Bold enough to send a bright heat to overtake his cheeks.

You looked up finally after mustering enough courage from his lack of speaking, only to find yourself blinking at a red-faced Jungwon. Oh my God, he's blushing...! YOU did that.

The both of you stood there for a while, thinking the same thought of what is even happening? Is this real, or have I just been in a daze for the past few days? Jungwon's eyes were comically wide and his mouth was gaping, but he couldn't find it in himself to close it.

The thought made you gain confidence all of a sudden, finding the opportunity to do something you had always wanted to do. Quickly and stealthily, you went onto your tippy toes—

and kissed him on the cheek.

Jungwon felt your lips on the smooth expanse of his skin, and smelt your scent from the intimate proximity. It was a chaste gesture, almost no where close to his lips at all, but he heard his heart beating against his ribcage nonetheless. It thrummed in his ears like a drum, and he wanted to whisper for it to stop.

For it to not be swayed so easily.

It was the innocence of such a thing that got to him. Not once had Jungwon held hands, kissed, or even confessed to someone up until now. Of course, you suddenly getting so close and pecking him with your hands balled up would send his heart into a flurry.

The usually put together Student Council President in front of you let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, the tips of his ears and face becoming rosier. His throat was closing up, God, why was his throat closing up? Not now, please. He couldn't even remember what he was meant to be saying.

You smiled at him, happy to be rendering him to such a state. It was one of the most impulsive things you've done up to date, but you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

This was what those coming of age dramas on TV were describing—it was the start of one of those cheesy, really bad High School romances. Fervent, mushy, uncertain, but so tender it made your heart ache for hours even after watching.

As you retreated slowly, he caught a glimpse of your bright eyes, downcast lashes, and—holy shit you were so close. He could see the particular way you curled your lips.

He had to hold his breath.

Jungwon watched as your expression morphed into one of slight mischievousness, and an inkling of something softer, before you dashed out the sliding doors—

"Wait!

The sudden motion made him gain his words back, but you were already through the hallways with your hand on your bag.

—leaving him with nothing but the memory and the patter of your footsteps. So fast, so much speed, were you in track? The past few seconds were nothing but a blur of confusion and feelings he didn't want felt.

What just... What just happened?

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TLDR (but whyy :( pls read it); jungwon goes to do take backsies on his confession, u kiss his cheek, he goes coocoo bananas!!!

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Baekhyun :: working blues

request: Hii! Im rlly into baekhyun's new album rn and i was hoping u could write a fluff where ur just having a rough day and he sings u to sleep pls!! Rlly like ur fluff writes btw 💕💕

thank you so much for your kind words! i haven't written about exo in a long, long time but i hope that you still like what i came up with!

warnings: overworking, stress

1.8k words, gn reader

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Sometimes you felt like the world was collapsing on you. The weight on your shoulders got too heavy at times and you were just tired. So tired, so tired. Today was one of those days.

The work you had to do didn't seem to end. At this point you couldn't even count how many e-mails you had answered, how many texts you have read, how many calls you made and how many words you have written. Your eyes were so tired they started to water at the sight of the bright screen of your laptop in front of you. When had it become so dark around you? Hasn't it been noon just a few minutes ago?

A quick glance through your bedroom window and towards the clock on your wall told you something different. It was already eight p.m., the streetlamp outside your window was the only source of light right now other than your laptop. With a sigh you leaned back into your chair and tried stretching your arms as well as your neck and legs. Every joint in your body seemed to make a protesting cracking noise and as you tried to massage your neck, your muscles burned with protest.

You sighed again. Maybe you really should invest in one of those fancy office chairs that claimed to be a blessing for your whole body. At the thought of the price however you shook that thought out of your head.

Standing up you got through another round of stretching your whole body and decided to check out the kitchen for food. It only hit you as the dim light of the fridge illuminated your face that you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Empty shelves greeted you back and your stomach grumbled angrily.

You tried hard not to scream out of frustation. Nothing wanted to work your way these days and you were honestly so tired of it. For some time you were able to tell yourself that everything would work out and that you would find your working blues again but that was yet to happen. Quietly you closed the fridge door again, sliding down against it to the floor.

The project you had been assigned at the start of last week was way more complicated than you had anticipated, the sources you were thinking of using turned out to be a scam. Adding to that the promotion you had been so sure of getting had been given to someone else and while you could understand that they deserved it, you were sure that you would have deserved it as well. Not only was your fridge emtpty but you had been neglecting your healthy eating habits for quite some time now, which only frustated you more.

And today all of these things seemed to add up all at once, crushing you under their weight.

When was the last time you really had a good nights sleep? You had worked late and gotten up early, eating only bits and pieces of instant food, sitting at your desk all day and falling into bed only to repeat the same cycle over and over again. Right now you were fighting to keep the tears at bay but the merry-go-round in your head kept spinning, piling up more and more worries.

When was the last time you had seen your friends? When was the last time you even properly talked to them? You were always telling them that you were busy with work when they asked to hang out. They never pressured you to still come with them but you knew that they would love to see you again even for a few hours. Yet you still could not get yourself to take their invitations, the thought of your unfinished project sitting in the back of your head constantly.

When was the last time your boyfriend--?

Just as the tears started flowing down your face the doorbell rang. Its sound surprised you so much that you jumped up, your heart beating fast. The clock in your kitchen read nine p.m. One hour went by while you were staring holes in the walls and drowned in your thoughts.

You couldn't really think of a reason why someone would visit you this late, on a weekday nonetheless. But not answering the door wasn't an option either, you would just start to worry about 'what-ifs'. So you decided to take a peak through the peephole in your door.

Your heart picked up its pace at you saw a familiar face illuminated by the light of a smartphone-screen, lookin worried and confused. Fumbling with your keys you opened the door and the person looked up from their phone.

"Hey Bambi, are you okay?"

Baekhyuns voice filled your ears as soon as he looked into your face. He eyed you up and down, making sure you were alright. "I texted and tried to call you for at least two hours now. There was no reaction from you whatsoever."

As you allowed him to step into your home, you sighed. "Sorry, I threw my phone across the room at one point and didn't pick it up again."

Your boyfriend chuckled as he got rid of his shoes and coat, placing both neatly onto their usual spots in the entrance of your flat. Just the sight of him, doing everyday things, smiling, talking was an instant boost for your mood. Now that he was here you fully realized just how much you had missed his presence.

"Why would you throw your phone?", Baekhyun questioned.

You made a dismissive move with your hand, not wanting to talk about the infuriating call you had to make a few hours ago. "I was frustrated", you only said.

Together you and Baekhyun made your way towards your bedroom. Just as you stepped into the room and turned on the lights you remembered the state you left your working place in. But it was too late to make him turn around now. Quickly you tried to tidy up the place a little bit, hiding the traces of your overworking as Baekhyun cleared his throat to gain your attention.

"Are you drowning yourself in work again?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn't the first time he had seen you piling up work on your shoulders and ending up being unable to do anything else. Back then you had promised him to take better care of yourself or at least take real breaks once in a while to catch a breath.

"Maybe...."

Now it was Baekhyuns turn to sigh. "Did you eat today? And before you answer i mean 'eat a proper meal'."

Picking up your phone from the floor you sat yourself down on the bed. "No, not really. It's just this project..."

Baekhyun shook his head at you, but you still noticed the small smile on his face. "You are such a hard-working person. But you need to allow yourself some time to breathe, you know?"

His voice was calm, sounding like music to your ears. Even after all this time you had been in a relationship with him you were still surprised by how easily he could make you relax.

"Yes, I know."

"And since I am such a caring and awesome boyfriend", he said, rustling with a plastic bag you only now noticed in his hands, "I brought you some food."

As you looked into his smiling face you couldn't help but ask yourself how you got so lucky.

The meal was good, it was your favorite and having Baekhyun by your side made you feel even more grounded. It almost felt like you gained new energy after a week of complete exhaustion and constant worrying. While you were eating the both of you talked about everything and nothing, catching up, telling stories and sharing your newest netflix suggestions.

The evening proceeded and your eyes landed on the clock again. It was late, if you were still caught up in your workaholic-lifestyle you would have already been asleep right now. However surprisingly you currently were not even close to worrying about getting up the next morning. What bothered you most right now was that this evening would end and eventually you would have to go to sleep an wake up in the morning, getting back to your work.

Baekhyun seemed to notice the frown on your face sooner than you could hide it again. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "This is nice, simply being together with you. But you probably have to leave soon and then tomorrow I have to work on this stupid project again."

"I can stay the night, if you want me to of course."

"I didn't want to pressure you into--"

"You didn't", he interrupted you, before you could end the sentence and feel like you made him stay against his will, "I actually wanted to ask if I could stay anyways. Tomorrow is one of my free days. I could even keep you company while you work."

Your chest felt warm at his words. "I would love that."

Soon you two found yourselves back in your bed, bodies entangled with each other, quiet breaths sounding through the room. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but as soon as you closed your eyes all you could think of was the next morning, the project, the unanswered emails, the calls.

"Still can't calm down, Bambi?", Baekhyun whispered in your ear, while slowly stroking your hair.

With closed eyes you shook your head. "I can't take my mind off of work."

The next thing you heard was quiet humming coming from Baekhyun. You could feel the vibration of his vocal chords against your own body. His voice really was a blessing for everyones ears, he could carry emotions through singing that you weren't even able to put into words. His songs made you happy, they made you cry occasionally, they made you feel calm or made you miss something you didn't even knew existed. It was a gift.

His humming transformed into words, calmly sang into the otherwise dark and quiet room.

It's a night filled with a single stream of light

You're my timely rain, Bambi

I don't want to waste even a second of this night just

being the two of us

As you listened to his singing, you could finally feel your muscles relaxing, your brain calming down and your whole body drifting towards sleep. There were no worrysome thoughts turning your mind upside down anymore, there was only Baekhyun and his voice filling your head with images of your favorite places, your favorite memories and him. The warmth of his body under the blankets made you feel safe, at home. This was were you belonged.

And while Baekhyun continued with the song you fell into a deep sleep, one that you deserved after all the work you had done. You already knew that you found your blues again. Everything would work out again, just like you had always thought yourself. And all you had needed was just a small push in the right direction from the right person.

I don't want to wake up from this dream, keep this tempo

I hope the sun doesn't rise while I keep my eyes closed

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I really hope you enjoyed this one! It was nice to write something again but I do feel like i am a little bit out of training i guess haha

and also if you feel like the reader in this scenario, please remember that there will be better days & that life is more than working day to day! take a break, make some tea, get some fresh air and get back to your work with a fresh mind; you can do it!!

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Puzzle Pieces: Interlude-What is a soulmate?(RK-800 Connor x Reader; Deroit: Become Human) Part 4

Greeeeeetings!

I am glad to be back (finally) after a whole year. I am sorry. 

A lot happened and I hope that you are in a safe space. I am sending you a social-distanced and corona-free hug! <3

Also, big shoutout to all the old and new readers and peeps who found their way to this fanfiction in the last year. Reading the notifications of likes and retweets and even asks to be tagged in the next part never failed to make me feel so happy and giggly inside. This chapter was actually posted already a few weeks ago on AO3 but only now I finally got around to update on here as well. So extra-kudos for your extra-patience! :D <3

We’re doing some world-building in this chapter and our boi Connor feels things and is overall confused by the answers he finds. A lot to look forward to for you. :D

And one more thing until I finally let you go to reading, I decided to specify the reader's pronouns and settled with female pronouns. But otherwise than that I still try to write the reader as open as possible that you have more room to find yourself in the story. If you would prefer different pronouns, tho, please message me and we'll figure something out for you. I am there for you and I want to respect your pronouns and want you to have a good reading experience.

Spoilers for the game in the following chapter, btw. 

I think I’ve kept you from the chapter now long enough. Enjoy reading. <3

Message me if you want to be tagged in the next chapter.

Stay safe and please be responsible and wear a mask over nose and mouth. 

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Interlude- What is a soulmate?

"Lieutenant", Connor asked, "what is a soulmate? I noticed that the subject of 'soulmates' appears in two out of three conversations and it caused always a measurable change in one's body chemistry. For example, I detected an increased level of serotonin and..."

"Do you stop talking if I answer your question?", a very tired Lieutenant Anderson interrupted Connor's analysis. Hank knew that if he wouldn't be stopped soon, Connor would continue to talk about hormones and blushes and cheesy giggles and all that exhausting stuff that came with the topic of soulmates. The only way to shut that noisy android up was to answer his questions and they would be in the car to Kamski’s estate for another twenty minutes. And twenty minutes could be long next to someone who wants to talk so badly when all you want to do is to drive in peace.

"Of course, Lieutenant."

Hank rolled his eyes and fought the urge to sigh, of fucking course would that shut Connor up. He was predictable after all, very – curious but predictable.

“A soulmate is your, uh, uhm, your lifelong partner. I mean, not your partner, I don’t think Androids have soulmates…”, Hank eyed Connor from the side and wondered what his LED ring on his temple looked like. He had realized that whenever Connor was thinking about something his LED would spin around, sometimes slow, sometimes even faster. Sometimes it would even change the color and would go from blue to yellow.

And now Hank found himself wondering what that Android did to him, that he cared about what Connor thought.

Connor had watched Hank closely and attentive. He wanted to know, he wanted to understand.

“No, Lieutenant, Androids do not have soulmates. But I still don’t understand what a soulmate differs from a good friend? What is it that makes you have the names written on your bodies, who decides on what name, which person, will appear on your body, why are your destinies supposed to be connected by something, apparently without your consent. Did you ever choose to have a soulmate?”

‘Yeah’, Hank thought by himself, ‘good questions.’

“Soulmates are a difficult topic”, he finally spoke out loud. Trying to find words to explain a concept that no one really understood.

”Even scientists didn’t’t found all answers”, continued Hank, “as far as I know, they aren’t even close. We don’t know what bonds us to another human being. Soulmates are said to be ‘tied together from the universe itself’”, Hank drew quotation marks in the air with his right hand that wasn’t on the wheel, “but whatever it is that decided about that, we’re having to deal with that shit now. And for your question, soulmates are supposed to be partners, lovers even, a team that belongs together. People who give each other security and safety. It’s a nice idea but in reality it doesn’t play out. We don’t choose our soulmates and don’t get a say with it. There is no ‘consent’ in that soulmate shit, as you put it in words.”

“Have you found your soulmate, Lieutenant? Was your heart broken and this is why you now doubt the idea of soulmates? I can detect patterns of emotional distress in your voice.”

“Jeez, do you try to be fucking psychiatrist now?”

„No“, came Connor‘s immediate answer.

„I am just trying to understand human nature better.”

“Well, there is a name on my wrist, if that’s what you want to know. But at the end it was only a name. Just because you have a name there doesn’t mean that you will live happily ever after. Life can still happen…”

For Hank this was it, he had already said enough. He glanced over to Connor who still looked at him, Hank, with this never ending gleam of curiosity and analyzing that always surrounded him.

Android? Hank wondered if this was truly the nature of that boy, sure his body was artificial but what about his heart?

‘Androids don’t have hearts’ would have said the Hank from just four days ago and now he just wasn’t sure about that anymore. He had seen so much, he had seen two girls, who were so deeply in love that they were willing to do anything to be together, he had seen Connor deciding not to shoot these girls and let them get away, obviously going against his programming as a hunter.

And then Connor’s answers two nights ago on that playground, Hank had seen trouble in his eyes, he had heard the poorly covered confusion in his voice, which left him confused as well.

Hank started to wonder if they were wrong, what if Androids could be more than the illusion of a human?

“Mr Kamski?“, Hank called, when he and Connor were finally let in to meet Elijah Kamski.

“Just a moment, please”, came the immediate answer from the other side of the room, where the former CEO of Cyberlife was currently swimming in a pool with red tiles that made it look like it was filled with blood instead of water.

While they waited for him to come out of the pool, Connor took the time to look around in the large room with big art pieces on the walls and a glass window that filled the whole outer wall and showed the view towards the frozen Detroit River.

He turned around again when he heard water splashing, signaling a body that was lifted out of it and he saw Kamski climbing up the pool ladder.

Acting on a sudden impulse Connor tried to catch a glimpse of Kamski’s wrist hoping to see his soulmark as the RT-600 Chloe, who had opened the door for them, helped Kamski put on a bath robe but before he came close enough to see, Kamski turned around to the window and fixed his hair.

When he turned back to him and Hank he smirked at Connor, just as he had read his mind, and crossed his hands loosely over is lower abdomen, completely blocking the view to his wrists.

And kept his hands like this for the rest of the conversation.

„I always leave an emergency exit in my programs…“, Kamski looked at Connor with his sly, sparkling eyes, full with endless smugness and the touch of a smirk on the corners of his mouth.

As if this whole exchange has not been confusing and frightening enough for Connor, he had to deal with this mysterious comment now, too. What does that mean? What does he want to say with it?

Connor would like to ask but he would probably just get another riddle as an answer.

“Connor, wait!”

A voice called him back as he was about to head outside.

He stopped and turned around to the original RT-600 model, her eyes burning with an intensity and significance that Connor had never seen before, at least not in an Android’s eyes. He could not look away.

Again, as he locked eyes with the very first Android, who was able to pass the Turing test, he saw more there. For the same reason that he hasn’t been able to shoot not even seven minutes ago, for the same reason did he now stop in his tracks and waited patiently for what she had to say.

She...

That word lingered in his mind for a very long moment.

‘What is happening?’ screamed his mind, unable to cope. His mind was drowning in too many illogical new information and sensations.

This is too much!

‘I can’t look away’, Connor realized as he stared into her burning eyes, his mind being filled with just one thought: ‘Whatever is happening here right now is important! Don’t blink!’

“The truth is beneath your skin”, she said hastily, softly tipping on his right wrist with her index finger, right where the sleeves of his jacket ended.

He followed the movement of her finger with his eyes and stared at his wrist. What could be there, hiding, waiting?

“The truth is there, everything you need to know!” Connor did not know what to say or do, he just kept staring at his wrist, trying to see, to understand, what she could possibly be talking about.

He continued staring at his wrist and her finger until he finally came back to his senses, after too many seconds that are an eternity for Androids.

Blinking away once again the warning for the never ending, wildly spinning software instability that had appeared when that Chloe had stopped him.

Connor practically sprinted outside to Hank and his car.

^^ Software Instability ^^

      R#aN%9I=97&°

Connor took a step back in surprise, Androids could have soulmates!

Ortiz’ Android had a soulmark! Written in blue CyberLife fond stood a name on the Android’s wrist, Melanie.

Maybe the soulmarks came with deviancy, Connor thought, maybe their soulmate was only revealed when they became deviant. Meaning that there had always been someone who was meant to be- waiting, sleeping under the skin. Meaning that deviancy was a lot more than a virus or a software error. Deviancy could be a revelation of life in all of it’s aspects.

But deviancy was just an irregularity in the programming, Connor thought, seeking comfort in programmed truths that he wanted to believe so badly. Truths that did not feel true anymore. But if he didn’t believe in them, he had nothing left to believe in. Connor was lost. Lost between the destroyed bodies of Androids who had only wanted peace, justice or a home.

Connor stood on an edge, every time a software instability appeared he could see the abyss, he did not want to fall!

So he clung onto the only truths he ever knew. Otherwise he would become like them, just another broken machine.

He continued examining the Androids’ bodies and finds from his missions for a clue for Jericho in the evidence room of the Detroit Police Department. While he scanned and analyzed, he tried to find comfort in the tasks that he was created for–the software instabilities that occurred even more regularly now in the past days confused and scared him, Connor couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him- he needed to be uninterrupted if he wanted to find the deviant leader and finally bring back order into this chaos.

Connor craved peace, he craved the monotone calmness of executing programs and tasks, no emotions, no insecurities, no confusion.

But his thoughts came always back to soulmates- how could this be possible?

Deviancy was maybe caused by a computer virus and soulmates were supposed to be a real lifelong connection between two human beings, that were alive and had a soul. Soulmates for Androids just couldn’t work, Androids just don’t have souls!

They are only machines, programmed to think, they have no real mind of their own and yet all of the Androids in the evidence room had their soulmarks on their wrists.

Daniel even had a name written in red by a human’s hand as his soulmark.

A human had been Daniel’s soulmate… But what about his soulmate now, do they search now forever for someone who is not alive anymore?

Alive…

And again, another warning for a software instability appeared in Connor‘s periphery. He blinked it away.

How could this be that he had actually thought of Daniel as ‘once alive’?

He, Connor, the currently on duty RK- 800 model, the android sent by CyberLife to hunt down deviants, who was faster, better and more advanced than any Android before him, who was programmed to follow orders, that were given to him, with precision and no room for doubts, second thoughts or even a mind of his own, he, Connor, had thought about an Android who he had hunted down with that precision, executing his advanced negotiating programs and earning the Android‘s trust in the end, as dead.

Alive means that something can die, not to be destroyed, not to be deactivated, not to be shut down. Life and death are terms to describe flesh and blood, red blood. Not blue blood.

But maybe, Connor thought and the LED on his temple went yellow for yet another time on this day, maybe, just maybe, was there another truth for Androids and for him. Maybe there was life and death and love and emotions, maybe there was a soul.

It was as time had slowed down for a moment as he jumped, no, as he was flying...

He saw snowflakes passing him in slow motion, he was seeing all their details, all their individuality, despite their outer uniformity of one shared build.

It was mesmerizing–and odd.

Odd because he saw their beauty, he did not just made an analysis of their geometrical structures or chemical composition, he saw them glittering and dancing in the lights of the pier.

This was new and wonderful, it was as he would be seeing for the first time, as he had been blindfolded all this time...

The moment passed as Connor hit through the surface of the Detroit River, dulled from the water around him he could hear the explosion of Jericho behind him.

‘I hope everyone made it out’, he thought as he resurfaced.

His head was spinning, not from the explosion or the jump in the freezing cold water, physically he was in perfect condition, but mentally it did feel like he just jumped out of a 20 meter freighter that exploded right behind him. He was feeling– something. Emotions were still so new to him that naming them was difficult for Connor.

He was deviant now! He had broken down the red wall that had kept him in place for so long, he had pushed and pulled against the order to stop Markus until the wall crumbled down, fell around him. Connor had lowered the gun and did the only thing that he could in that moment to show his gratitude. He warned Markus. The FBI would come and attack Jericho. He knew about the plans and in another world, a lifetime ago, did he plan to help the soldiers and to hunt Markus down, to drive him into a corner and to end the uprising, there and now. But now, everything was different. The hunter had become the prey in just a blink of an eye. Everything was different now.

‘What will Markus do now?’ Connor wondered. ‘He knows just as well as I do, who it was, who had led the FBI, the humans, to Jericho. Can he ever trust me? Can I trust myself? I fell, now it happened, the abyss caught me…’

Connor set course for the pier and swam towards a short stone staircase that was normally used to board the smaller boats that landed there.

“Here, let me help you”, an Android, whom Connor did not know, smiled kindly down to him from the pier and offered him a hand, which Connor took after a short moment of doubt, how could that Android be kind to him, he was the deviant hunter after all. The unfamiliar Android held Connor’s hand firmly and quickly helped him out of the water, while Connor climbed up the steps, slick and slippery from the water and several kinds of algae and seaweed.

The Android made a sound of satisfaction and nodded as Connor finally stood next to him, dripping wet and his beanie and hair sticking to his forehead. That he had not lost the beanie surprised him, but it was a pleasant surprise, finding a way through the city under curfew would be much easier with the beanie now that would hide his LED.

“Ah, there we go. How are you?”, the Android asked him and smiled again, warm, kind and honest.

There was no hostility in his eyes, smile or posture, Connor came to the conclusion that he just simply did not know who he was.

And he enjoyed his friendliness, never before had he been treated with such kindness.

“I am good, thank you. I should dry up. Otherwise I am afraid that my servos will freeze and cause severe damage to my system.”

A human would have probably not survived a jump like that and if they would have survived the jump itself, the freezing water would have quickly led to a fatal hypothermia, if they would have not be gotten out of the water very quickly and put out of their wet clothes and into a warm place with new clothes, but Connor was not human and it helped him survive now.

Being able to carefully heat up his inner systems he was able to dry himself up from the inside and to even dry his hair and clothes.

Feeling better now, as he was dried up again and could move all of his joints without any hindrance, he tried to smile at the gentle Android, to show him his gratitude.

He smiled back at him, again, warm, welcoming and sincere.

„I am Malcolm by the way, who are you?“

And for the second time this evening the Android, Malcolm, offered Connor his hand.

Malcolm, radiated such warmth and love, he was more human than many humans were and it was easy to take his outstretched hand and shake it. Connor felt safe with him and his heavy heart got a little lighter from his friendliness.

„It is good to meet you, Malcolm, my name-“, Connor stopped mid-sentence, he was about to use his programmed introduction, just stating his given name and origin in CyberLife but the name they had given him had become his identity he was now more than the Android sent by CyberLife…

With a short nod he decided to be Connor and closed his still open introduction with a, hopefully, friendly look on his face: „I am Connor!“

A human wouldn’t have noticed, but Connor did, how Malcolm’s brows just slightly rose and a look of, was it surprise or even delightment, took over Malcolm’s face for a brief moment until he started smiling ever so slightly again and even seemed to be satisfied.

„Ever heard of soulmates, Connor?“, Malcolm asked with a sly grin tugging on the left corner of his mouth and Connor was confused.

“Hey, would you show me your arm, please?”

Even more confused now Connor looked over to Malcolm who had anticipation written all over his face.

“Why do you want to see my arm?” asked Connor back and Malcolm’s face got soft.

“I have a debt to pay and if you are, who I think you are, you can help me do that. I have a friend, who was always there for me, even long before I became deviant, was I treated with kindness and humanity by her and she also helped me to come to Detroit, so I can stand, march, fight with my people. Without her help, I wouldn’t be here now. When I was lost, scared and afraid did she catch me in her arms. I owe her my life. She never asked for anything in return, she only said that it is what friends do for each other. But I was always very sad, that I would never be able to do for her what she had done for me. But that I’ve met you right now, right here, was a sign that I can make her biggest dream come true.”

“Her biggest dream?”, Connor asked, his wrist tingling.

Malcolm nodded and smiled brightly. “Yes. Because I think that I’ve found her soulmate.”

Malcolm stopped walking and turned to Connor, grabbing him by the shoulders, smiled softly and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Connor, I think you are my friend’s soulmate, who she had prayed for, for her entire life!”

Soulmate…

Something inside of Connor was spinning, soulmate, he had a soulmate?

Of course, of course he had a soulmate, he was deviant now! How could he not? He had seen the prove of the possibility in the evidence room on each of the Androids’ bodies. On their wrists…

Excitement was rushing through him as he quickly pushed up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt and found a name on his right wrist. He stared at the red letters, sweepingly written, all of the bows and every line and dot written by his soulmate’s hand.

His soulmate!

Connor whispered your name, tasting it on his tongue.

Oh, he would never get enough of it!

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Part 5

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[smalltowndetective]

23. “We have to be quiet.” from the dialogue prompts with Felix and Thea getting up to some shenanigans, maybe? Love your writing btw!

So, yeah, this turned out way longer then I expected it to, but I hope you like it!

Spreading all of the files on the desk, Thea slumped in her seat and started to get to work.

               The warehouse’s library was quiet, and Nate had been more then happy to let her work in there. All of her work for the Agency had started to pile up after the maa-alused, and she just needed an afternoon to get caught up with everything.

               The rest of Unit Bravo was working on their own paperwork, or they were supposed to at least, and Thea started working on her own report. Her people-pleasing attitude always had made her treat these reports like they were a term paper back in university, one that was worth 30% of your final class grade, because deep down, she really wanted to stop her mother from having doubt at all about her being a part of the Unit.

               Thea just wished writing a good report would expel all of those doubts, but she was smart enough to know that was unlikely.

               After what had to been hours, what she considered her “first draft” was complete, and she was more then happy to have that out of the way, and feeling slightly better, started editing it, and she was so engrossed in it, she did not notice someone walk in the library, that person coming up behind her and gently placing their hands on her eyes, and she knew that could only be one person.

               “Felix”, she said, her voice coming out as more of a whine then she intended, and there was a cackle of laughter as he removed his hands from her face, and she turned around to face him.

               “Hello Thea”, he beamed, a bright smile on his face, “What are you up to?”

               A rare scoff left her lips, “My report? And speaking of reports, aren’t you supposed to be working on yours?”

               “I just finished it”, Felix said, a look of pride on his face, “And I guess I assumed that if I finished mine, you would have probably done yours already”.

               “Well, the first draft is done”, Thea replied, “But I want to edit it before I give it to Adam”.

               “I’m sure it’s perfect how it is,” he said, “But, you want to take a break? Nate said you’d been in here since the early morning”.

               She sighed, as much as she wanted to go ahead and get it done, if she had to stare at those words again, she’d probably drive herself crazy, “Alright, I can”.

               “Great!”, he said, and she got up from her chair to go stand next to him, and she noticed that he was wearing the rainbow socks that he and Mason had argued about a few weeks ago.

               “Ah, I see the rainbow socks are back”, she smiled.

               “It’s not like they ever left”, he said, and then a mischievous grin lit up his face, and for some reason, it was making Thea nervous, “You know, Mason has his clothes in the dryer right now”, and he gave her a wink.

               “What are you planning on doing?”, she answered, already having an idea where this was going.

               “So, I was thinking, we could switch out his clothes for some of mine, give him the shock for his life”, the grin never leaving his face.

               “He’d be so mad”, Thea said, fumbling over her words as she did so, wanting to be shocked that he would suggest such a thing, but she knew Felix well enough.

               “Oh, come on, Thea”, he begged, “It’ll be fun. Please?”

               He looked at her with pleading eyes, and Thea knew that she had already lost.

               “Alright, okay”, she said, “But when he comes after you, this wasn’t my idea”.

               “I’m sure he can figure out whose idea it was”, Felix chuckled, “And if we wait much longer, we won’t be able to do it”.

               He almost sprinted out of the room, and Thea struggled to keep up with him.

               After stopping at Felix’s room for some of the brightest colored clothes that he owned, they went to the small laundry room, and took out all of Mason’s clothes, and put the brighter colored colors in the dryer in its place, which left what to do with the clothes they had taken out.

               “I’m really not sure what we should do with them”, Felix said, lost in thought, “We could hide them in the training room”, and while he was talking, Thea grabbed one of the laundry baskets and started folding Mason’s clothes.

               “What are you doing?”

               “He’s already going to be mad”, said Thea, “Let’s not make it worse. We can just place the basket outside his bedroom door, but he’ll still see that they’ve been switched.”

               “Alright, that works”, said Felix, kneeling down to help her, “He’s never going to know what hit him”.

               “Yeah, and that’s what scares me”, Thea muttered, as they finished the folding the last of Mason’s clothes.

               Felix gave a light laugh at that, “It’ll be fine, trust me”, and then he grabbed the basket, and they went down the hallway together, Thea’s pulse racing at the thought of what Mason would do when he found out what they did.

               They did not have to wait long since just after they dropped off the basket, an angry yell of “Felix!” almost seemed to shake the warehouse, and Felix went off in a sprint.

               “Wait!”, she called out in protest, and followed him back to the library, where they both ended up sitting on the ground behind one of the bookshelves, their bodies pressed against each other to avoid being seen on the other side.

               “If you wanted to be this close to me Thea, you could have just asked”, Felix whispered to her, trying to hold back laughter.

               “We have to be quiet”, she said, a mad blush rushing to her checks, not surprised at all that he would be joking at a time like this, but as she thought about it, Mason would probably find them anyway because her heart was pounding so hard it was almost all that she could hear.

               She heard the door to the library slam open, and Mason’s heavy footsteps thundered into the library, and Thea got the urge to press closer to Felix, even though she was not quite sure what good that would have done.

               Mason made his way to where they were hiding, and Thea grabbed Felix’s hand and pulled him up off the ground, not wanting to feel any shorter than she already did around him, and Felix also seemed to have the same idea, going up along with her.

               Thea meant Mason’s glare, his grey eyes squinted in what she could interrupt as fury, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth. He dropped the pile of rainbow clothes at Felix’s feet, and Thea got to sudden urge to step back.

               “What did you do to my clothes?”, he growled, and Thea looked at Felix, who she found was already looking to her, and before she could get the courage to say anything to him, another voice broke the silence.

               “Is everything alright in here?”, Nate’s voice rang out through the library, the calmness of it almost enough to calm Thea’s nerves a little. He walked over to where the three of them were standing, looked down at the clothes on the floor, and then back at the three of them, an eyebrow raising as if asking one of them explain.

               Mason let out a long groan, “Felix”, and then he looked at Thea, “And I suppose he dragged Thea into it as well, replaced all of my clothes in the dryer with this”, he said while gesturing to the pile of clothes on the ground.

               Nate knit his eyebrows together, “You mean the clothes that are neatly folded outside your bedroom door?”

               A look of bewilderment went over Mason, an expression that Thea had never seen him wear before, and Felix finally spoke up.

               “Yeah, that was Thea’s idea”, he said, throwing a lazy grin at her, and she looked at him wide eyed, and he continued, “But yeah, everything else was my idea, I kind of dragged her into it”.

               Nate chuckled, his eyes scanning the room, “Why does that not surprise me?”

               “I did go along with though”, Thea said in response, “It’s not really anyone’s fault except my own”.

               “Anyway”, continued Nate, looking back at Mason, who had been silent, “Has everything has been resolved?”

               Mason gave a shrug in response, “I guess”, and did not waste anytime leaving the room, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor as he left.

               “You’re never going to be deterred from messing with him, are you?”, Nate asked, looking more at Felix then to her.

               “I’m pretty sure you know the answer to that, Natey”, Felix said, the grin back on his face.

               Nate shook his head, but he laughed, “Unfortunately, I do, but if everything is resolved here, I’m going to go ahead and get back”.

               Thea smiled, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure everything is”.

               Nate gave a small wave of goodbye in response, and left the room, leaving Felix and Thea alone.

               “That was”, she began, “Kind of intense”.

               “But pretty exciting!”, he said, flashing her another grin.

               She laughed, “I’m pretty sure we have different ideas of exciting”.

               “Oh, come on, Thea!”, Felix said, “Hiding together was pretty fun, was it not?”

               “If Mason wasn’t about to tear us both apart it might have been!”

               “But it turned out okay!”, he continued.

               “Let’s just agree to disagree on this one, alright?”, she said, then grinned, “But it was a much-needed break”.

               “Of course, it was!”, Felix said, “You’ve been working all day!”

               “And I still have to finish that report”, Thea responded, “But I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible, and then maybe we could do something together?”

               Felix’s face softened in a more a genuine smile, and he gave a quick kiss on her temple, “I’ll hold you to that”.

               Thea’s face grew a slight blush, and as she sat back at the desk, reading over what she had already written, and Felix picked his clothes up off the floor before slouching into one of the armchairs.

               “Ya know, I think I’m going to get you a pair of rainbow socks for dragging you into this”, he said, and Thea could not help but laugh.

               “Yeah, I’d like that”.

(Get Thea some rainbow socks 2020)

(If I had any amount of artistic talent, I would totally draw it, lol)

[fics-for-my-heart]

Secrets (b.h)

Summary: Maybe keeping a secret from Ben wasn’t a good idea

Word count: 1671

Warning: swearing, dude gets too handsy, nothing graphic

Requested: @strawberryfields-forever Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Ben Hardy Imagine where the reader and Ben are together and the reader is like a producer or works in the audio/sound crew on movies and someone she works with is really pervy and like assaults her but she keeps quiet about it to Ben and he finds out and stands up for her or something? I love your work btw xxx

A/N: So I changed it up a bit. I wasn’t too comfortable writing an assault so he just gets a little too hands and tried to be very persistent. I hope you like it though I’m hoping this turned out better than how I feel it did. I have another requested piece coming soon!

Masterlist in bio

“I’ll see you at lunch, love. Have a good day.” Ben pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you too him with an arm around your waist.

You gave him another quick kiss, patting his chest. “You betcha. Have fun filming.”

The two of you had met during Bohemian Rhapsody and instantly clicked. And now here you were, almost two years after first meeting and a year and a half dating, five months into working on a set together once again.

Working on the same movie was a blessing in many ways. Riding to work together, eating lunch together, watching each other do what they love. When Ben first found out that they needed an extra sound tech he quickly jumped up to suggest you.

As you made the short walk to the sound trailer, rattling off the list of things you needed to get set for the new scene today, a familiar, and incredibly unwelcome, voice echoed off the sides of the other trailers.

“Y/N! Sweetheart. Where’s my coffee, love?”

You cringed a the way he sounded when he spoke. It was always this way, with all the female workers, but he seemed to focus more on you. “Ha. As I’ve said before, Malcum, I’m not your assistant.” You called back, subtly taking wider steps. But he was a tall man and was next to you in just a few steps of his own.

“Oh, baby. You might as well be. After all, I’m the head of sound around here. You just work under me.” He raised his brows and winked before entering the trailer.

Malcum was incredibly forward, to the point of making you uncomfortable. It never went further than the over use of pet names and clear innuendos, but it definitely wasn’t appropriate. You knew what would happen if you said anything though. You’d seen it many times before, someone complained that someone else made uncomfortable advances and the person reporting would get fired. Especially when it was someone who had pull like Malcum.

After the morning meeting, everyone was called to set and the day began. It was just like any other day. You made sure everything was plugged in right, up enough, recording, and anything else sound related was correct. You had lunch with Ben and the cast, and even made plans to meet up for dink’s with some of them and the crew. It was a normal day, till the end.

“Y/N. Gonna need you to stay late and work on some of the editing we’ve got right now.” Malcum called from his desk.

“What?” You spun around, hand on the door to leave. “We don’t even have an order to go in yet?”

Malcum smirked that disgusting smirk. “I need some help s’all.”

You shot a quick text to Ben then made your way to your desk.

It really was just busy work. There wasn’t much you could piece together because they had only recorded a handful of bits. But you worked with that you could. Editing out some unnecessary background noise, making sure that the audio was on time. You’d been at it for about thirty minutes when hands were on your shoulders.

“How’s it going?” Marcus was speaking almost directly in your ear.

You tried to shrug him off before replying. “Good I guess. How much longer will you need me? I had plans with my boyfriend.”

Marcus started massaging your shoulders now. “If you wanna forget those and go back to my trailer.”

You shot up, chair pushing into him. “I’m good. I’ve got to go.” You silently thanked yourself for having already saved all your work.

“Come on doll.” He reaches out to try and touch you again but you were out the door before he could say another word.

Body vibrating with nerves and tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you made your way to Ben’s trailer. When you got inside you were surprised to see him lying on the couch watching tv. He immediately shot up when he saw you.

“Are you okay?” He was at your side, hand smoothing over your hair.

You nodded. “I’m just really tired. Can we go home?”

“Of course.” He kissed your head and lead you to the car.

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The next few weeks you avoided Malcum as best you could. Always staying in a group or around Ben. He still tried to get you alone though. But you wouldn’t let it happen.

You also didn’t tell Ben. Every time you thought about it, a sick feeling would wash over you. So you kept it to yourself. You did, however, ask him to start meeting you at the trailer at the end of the day. And that’s how he found out.

It had been a long day. They shot two really big scenes and there had been a problem with one of the boom mics. Everyone was finally getting to leave, well after normal time. You were busy fixing the mic and hadn’t realized you were alone till you heard a voice.

“Have you been avoiding me, doll?” Malcum was standing at the other end of the table.

You sighed, “Just busy.”

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Nope. Now could you please leave me alone so I can finish this?” You glanced over at him and cringed when you realized how close he had gotten.

He shook his head. “How about you put that away and spend some time with me?”

“I’ll pass. I’m just going to go home.” You set the mic down and got up, putting your jacket on and grabbing your bag. But before you could make it to the door Malcum pushed you against the wall.

“Come onnnn baby.” His breath reeked of alcohol.

You pushed at him. “Get. Away.”

“Don’t be like that.” He pushed you hair behind your ear.

“Malcum. Get off me.” You screamed.

The door swung open and in seconds Malcum was off you and on the floor. Ben was standing in front of you, an arm protectively holding you to his back. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Nah. She wanted it mate.” Malcum wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not your fucking mate you piece of shit. Now I suggest you fuck off before I have you fucking escorted out of here.”

Malcum eyed you as he go up. “I could have helped you climb the ladder, but you just knocked yourself off it.” He walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

Ben turned immediately to you, both hands on your face smoothing away tears. “Love are you alright?”

You nodded, clenching at his shirt. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me love. I’ll always be there to protect you. Let’s get you home okay.”

Neither of you spoke the entire way home. Ben got you in bed and brought you a cup of tea, before final talking about what happened

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You took a deep breath, quicking deciding it was time to tell him everything. “Yes. But I need to tell you something.” Ben’s eyes flash with hurt before he nodded. “No no. Nothing like that. It’s just. Malcum has been a problem for a while. Always saying inappropriate stuff, innuendos and stuff. He never got touchy till a few weeks ago.”

“Wait. You mean it’s not the first time?”

You bowed your head, giving it a shake. “He, a, he tried to make a move on me that night when I had to work late.”

Ben sat straight up. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, or would be mad at me. Things had been okay, I’d been staying around people, avoiding him.”

“No no, back up. You thought I’d be mad?” You just shrugged, you couldn’t look at him. “Y/n.” His voice was soft as he pushed your chin up lightly, his own eyes brimmed with tears. “I would never, ever, be mad at you for being sexually harassed. Ever. It’s not your fault. Also, I would believe you, I do believe you. Please don’t ever keep a secret like this from me. I love you. I want to keep you safe. But you gotta tell me stuff okay.”

You sniffed, wiping the tears off your cheek and nodding. “I’m sorry Ben.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for love.” He pulled you closer, then laid you both down on the bed. “Let’s get some sleep.”

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, which was unusual for a day off. You did, however, have a text from Ben saying he ran out to get breakfast. While you waited you took a shower and started a load of laundry.

When Ben finally came home it was almost an hour later, you’d started to get a bit worried. So when the door opened, relief washed over you as you rushed to the door.

“You were gone for a long time.” You groaned, giving him a kiss and taking the food bag.

He followed you to the kitchen, grabbing mugs for coffee. “Well. I stopped by set and spoke with the producer and director. Apparently they’ve been keeping an eye on Malcum. A few other women on set have reported him. I told them what happened and they said it’s done, he’s going to be fired.”

You let out a huge sigh. It had been bothering you deep down that you would have to return to work with Malcum there, but knowing he wouldn’t be there anymore was such a relief. “Oh my god. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t wait till we went back. I had to do something. Keep you safe. Keep everyone on set safe.” He wrapped his arms around you. “I love you too much to have let you go back to working with that creep.”

You kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s eat and go back to bed.”

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[randompony03]

Not In Kansas Anymore

Heyooo! So a bit ago, I had a little convo with @spiderversetweets and then I decided to make a fic based off of it, because I'm hella cringey. This might be bad, but whatev. This is the refined version, it's also posted on Wattpad and some of the writting is different.

Wattpad link:

Characters: Helena/MindFang (oc), Virgil/SpiderGale, Roman/Royal Slinger, Patton/LoveBite, Logan/Arachne, Thomas/Rainbow Weaver, MJ (oc)

Summary: MindFang gets stick in a certain spidey boy's room, and is ultimately stuck in his dimension as well. How will she get home?

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MindFang opened her eyes and groaned. What the hell had just happened? One minute she was swinging through Laurence and the next she was zipping down a tube of big time acid trips only to wake up in pain and...in a dark purple room? She sat up and looked around. There were band posters, black clothing items scattered about, and black out curtains. "What kinda emo lives here?" She mused to herself. "Where are we?" Asked the tiny voice of Rosie as she scuttled up MindFang's arm. "I have no clue." MindFang responded. She pulled down the hood of her cloak and took off her mask. A confused look came over her round, freckled face. She pulled out her phone and opened Twitter.

'MFangOfficial: Ok y'all, don't panic (I'm already doing enough of that), but I'm suddenly in someone's room. It's dark and really purple, but I have no idea how I got here.'

With that, she posted it. She signed and scrolled around until she started getting blown up with notifications. 'OMG, you ok?' 'Sis, you need us Topekans to rescue you this time?' '@MFangOfficial idk why, but mood.' She smiled and replied to any and all of them. One in particular grabbed her attention. 'SpiderGaleOfficial: Don't touch anything, I'm on my way.' She stared for a moment at the response. SpiderGale? Was that..a YouTuber? Or was she not alone? 

'MFangOfficial:@SpiderGaleOfficial I give you my word. I like your spider though. Also, thanks.'

 MindFang thought a moment. Could there really be someone else with abilities like hers? Well, outside her family that is. She watched as Rosie climbed up the leg of the table with a spider tank resting on it. The rose-knee curiously peered through the glass. The spider on the other side scuttled up to her.

'SpiderGaleOfficial: He's a chill little dude.'

 MindFang glanced back up at the spiders with a smile as they began to chatter at each other.

'MFangOfficial: Indeed he is. I kinda wanna hold him, but I promised. He's a tarantula right?'

 She sat down on the floor. Holding up her mask she rubbed a thumb over it in thought. MindFang pulled the mask back on. She didn't know if this person was actually a superhero. They could be some Average Joe. The last thing she needed was some civilian finding out her identity. That would only add on to the stress today had brought her.

'SpiderGaleOfficial: Yes, he is. If he lets you hold him go ahead.'

 MindFang smiled brightly under her mask. She gently lowered her hand into the tank and offered it. The tarantula inside came closer. He hesitated before gingerly walking onto her hand. He happily chirped at her a greeting as she held him up. Rosie jumped onto her and made her way to her new buddy.

'MFangOfficial: You're a real pal. Oh he's so sweet.'

"Who are you texting, Helena?" The tiny voice of Rosie asked. Helena looked up from her phone. "The owner of your new friend." She told her. "Ask them for his name." Rosie said glancing back to the other tarantula. Helena cocked a brow. "Can't you ask him?" Rosie giggled at her. "Yes, and I already did, but you may as well make conversation." She said with a playful smirk in her voice. Helena sighed.

'What's his name btw?'

'SpiderGaleOfficial: I'll tell you when I get there.'

'MFangOfficial: 👌'

 Helena eyed her spider companion. "You're a little shit, ya know." She said. "Don't forget it." Rosie laughed. Helena chuckled a bit herself. She felt a tingling sensation in the back of her head. "His name is JD." Came a new voice.

 The masked girl turned around to see a boy in a purple and white onesie climbing in through the window. Helena's eyes widened as his did as well. The rest of the world seemed to tune out as an aura of purple and dark grey with bolts of bright lightning seemed to surround him. "..you're just like me." They spoke in unison. Helena went over and began to circle him. "That can't be right. I thought it was just me and my siblings. Is that hoodie built in?" She stopped in front of him, "God I love your suit." SpiderGale chuckled. He extended his hand and she shook it. Helena took off her mask once more. "By the way, I'm Helena." She told him, a smile settling onto to her freckled cheeks. The boy removed his own mask and shook out his purple hair. "Virgil." Helena couldn't help but chuckle. "Nice to see we have similar taste in hairstyles." She said, pointing out their heads being shaved on the same side, hers being wavy and auburn while his was straight and naturally dark with the longer part dyed. 

 Virgil took his turn to pace around her. Studying her. The two tarantulas on her shoulders, one of them being JD,  the silver lining on her suit and cloak, the cool color scheme, the thigh-high Nightvale purple boots. "How did you get in here?" He asked. Helena ran a hand through her half a head of hair. "Well, that's the thing. I'm not entirely sure. I was sucked into some colorful tunnel and then woke up in here. That probably makes me sound like a crackhead though." Virgil stopped in front of her. "It sounds like you need to go home."

  "So you said you can clearly communicate with spiders?" Talyn asked Helena as they examined her. "Uh, yeah." Helena watched them. Joan stood back and took notes. "Interesting." Talyn mused. Virgil cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "I think you're getting a little off topic." He said, raising a brow. "Oh, right. Sorry, it's just so fascinating is all." Talyn apologized, stepping away from Helena. They went over to join Joan and began quickly muttering to them.

 Virgil stepped over to Helena. "Sorry about that, they tend to get sidetracked when something tickles their curiosity." He explained. "It's fine, I guess. I just didn't think my powers were all that interesting or whatever." She shrugged. 

"Well, they are when my friends and I can only partially make out what they say."

"There's more than one of you??"

"Yeah. What, are you the only one where you come from?"

"Well, no. My sister got bit as well and my brother made something called a symbiote."

Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Huh, we have someone with a symbiote here too." Helena looked down at the floor. "What the fuck." She whispered. 

 Joan and Talyn came back over to them. "Ok, after talking it over we think we can get you home. Although, it may take a while to make the machinery needed." Joan told Helena. "How long would 'a while' be?" She asked. "About five weeks if we can get Logan to help. Interdimensional transport isn't exactly common or anything." Talyn explained. Helena felt her stomach drop. Five weeks? Oh God, what was she supposed to tell her parents? Could she even contact them? Tears began to sting her eyes. She turned around and walked a few paces away. No. God no. Not here. Not now. 

 "Helena, you ok?" She heard Virgil's voice ask. "YeAH." She replied. Damn it, that voice crack would give her away. Hesitantly, Virgil placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, look at me." Despite every red flag her brain was sending her about letting him see her like this, she faced him. "Breath with me. In for three, hold for four, out for seven." He instructed as he demonstrated for her. After a few rounds of this, Helena had seemed to calm down. "Better?" He asked. She nodded. "Better"

 Helena had been taken and introduced to Virgil's friends; Logan, Roman, Patton, and Thomas, who seemed more like a tired dad than a friend. Patton flopped down next to her on Thomas' couch. "So, if you're stuck here for five weeks, where are you going to stay?" He asked her. Helena's face fell. "Oh, uh, I hadn't really thought of that." Helena admitted. "And what are you going to wear? Don't get me wrong, I love your suit, but that can't be all you have, is it?" Roman added. "...My civilian clothes are back home." She mumbled. The boys all looked at each other before leaning in and quietly discussing the situation. Helena tuned them out and began to fret all over again. Where was she going to stay? Perhaps she could just bum around town and live like the homeless for the next few weeks? Did they have a homeless shelter perhaps?

 The boys stopped talking and turned back to Helena. "Well, I guess you could stay with me for now." Thomas offered. The girl was taken aback. "Oh no, I don't wanna be a bother!" She argued. Thomas shook his head. "You wouldn't. It's not like these guys don't frequently come and go from here." He insisted. Helena was about to debate the offer all over again when the door opened.

 A red-haired man walked in and over to Thomas. He slipped his arms around the other's shoulders. "Hey, guys." He greeted with a smile. "Hey, MJ." The boys replied in unison. The man, known as MJ, spotted Helena. The girl was caught off guard and ended up making eye contact. She nervously waved. "Who's this?" MJ asked, standing up straight. "This is Helena. She's a long ways from home." Thomas explained. 

"How far?"

"A whole other world far."

"Yikes."

"Yeah. I was just telling her that she could stay here with us until Joan and Talyn finish their transporter." 

MJ's eyes shined as he looked back up at Helena. "I think that's a great idea." Helena mentally sighed. It seemed there was no way of getting out of this.

 Living with Thomas and MJ turned out to be pretty nice. Thankfully she was able to give her parents an excuse for her absence. Since she had been at the library, last they knew, she had gotten some of her friends to agree to be her scapegoat. As far as her parents were concerned, she was spending the next few weeks at with the Loockes. Through her experience there, she had come to know the rest of the boys pretty well. Roman had insisted on taking her out shopping so she could look her best. Thanks to him, she had practically an entirely new wardrobe. Patton had shown her how to bake practically every kind of cookie. When Logan wasn't helping Joan and Talyn, she'd let him ramble about whatever topic he wished. She thought the number of things he knew was fascinating. Virgil was a lot like her in some ways. They often sat around sending memes to each other and discussing horror movies. By the end of it, they had all become good friends. The time did come, however, for Helena to go home.

 She had been sitting on the couch drawing with Roman and talking about cartoons they watched as kids when Logan came into the room. "Helena, it's finished." He informed her. She stared back at him in wonder and blinked a few times. "It is?" Logan nodded. She looked down at her sketchpad. "I honestly thought I'd be a little more excited to go home." She said with a half-hearted chuckle. Roman reached over and patted her back.. "We'll miss you too." A sad smile rested on his face. He understood what she meant.

 Helena went to pack what belongings she had. While folding and putting away all the clothes Roman had picked out for her, the door to the room burst open. Before she could fully process the outburst a pair of arms were hrown thrownaround her. "I can't believe it's over already!" Wailed the voice of Patton. Helena smiled when she realized who it was that attack-hugged her. She returned the hug, getting a bit misty-eyed. "I know. I'm gonna miss you,, Pat." She said softly. "Ok Patton, give her some space." Virgil laughed from his leaning position in the doorway. Patton pulled back with a slight whine and glossy eyes. "How did you guys know I was leaving right now?" Helena asked them. Roman stepped in. "I may have texted them." He admitted. 

 Logan came into the room as well. "Helena, could I see your phone?" The girl complied and handed it over to him. He took off the back and slid what looked like some kind of SD card into it. He popped the back on again and handed it back to her. "When you activate that, it should allow you to keep your contact with us." He explained. Helena smiled so warmly. "Thank you, Logan." Virgil punched him in the arm. "You softie." He teased. 

 Eventually, Helena had been all packed up, even between all the chatter. She had said her final goodbyes and received an especially long hug from Patton and MJ at the same time. With one more round of goodbyes, she was transported back home in a flash of bright white. 

 After she had come back inside and spun a tale of what she had 'been up to with the Loockes, she went down to her room and flopped onto her bed. Her phone buzzed as Rosie crawled out of her pocket. Helena pulled out the device. 5 messages from SpiderGang. A smile crept over her face as she tapped on the chat bubble.

PattonCake: Hi Helena!

Sir-Sings-A-Lot: With one more round of goodbyes, she was transported back home in a flash of blindingly bright white.

 When she opened her eyes, she was standing on the corner of her block. Looks like those two had a pretty precise aim. She walked up to the front door of her home and knocked. Once her parents had finished interrogating her about what she and the Loockes had been up to, she escaped downstairs to her room. Flopping onto her bed, she felt her phone buzz. Rosie crawled out of her jacket pocket as she pulled the device out. 5 messages from Spider Gang. A smile crept onto her face as she tapped the chat bubble.

PattonCake: Hi Helena!

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: @Bi-Stander Greetings!

Pocket-Protector: If the chip is functioning, salutations.

Dark-And-Stormy-Night: Yo

Could-Be-Gayer: Hey, kiddo

Tears of joy began to sting her eyes as she read over the messages.

Bi-Stander: Hey guys

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And that's all she (I) wrote! This is set in the world of the spiderverse au made by the lovely @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil . If you guys read this, I hope you like it!

[tothedevilsshowclosed]

@ofimaginarybeings -- i’m charging 50 cents per word btw

he hates hotels. the temporary feeling of them, the clean white sheets, the feeling of every other person there before you. not history. a passing through, where nothing can be yours longer than the time that you stay there. he hates them even more now. with passing through them for past couple weeks. and she's always there, with this sort of sad look on her face. and never a bag. because she doesn't stay longer than a few hours. when grandfather took him to vegas bash told him on the other side there were rooms that went out by the hour. there's something ugly to it. the way there's something ugly about the expensive champagne and the lady at the front knows the both of them already. it's the same room every time. but to him it always looks different. there's a different air to it. how many people had been in here the days between the last time? how many after? he supposes that that should tell him something about her. but right now all he's thinking of is christian, christian and this room. and how he thinks that maybe the few hours he spends here means he owns her. only he doesn't think any one could ever really own anyone. no matter how much money he has, or spends. funny, he thinks, with some sort of pompous air he's not entirely accustomed to, that his father alone makes more than in one month than what christian makes in a year. funny. and he wishes he could laugh but he knows that the fire that heats that pride is nothing more than jealousy. should he be jealous?

she had asked him not to quit. no, that wasn't it. she had told him she didn't want to be alone. and what did that mean for him? this internship isn't doing him any good. his mom had offered it like an apology, an internship with the best architect in new york city. and yet he's learned nothing. only that when he gets into his money he should buy christian out, wouldn't that be funny? if only he could laugh. but right now he can't. he's too busy looking at her fuss over her appearance. as if anything could ever be wrong with the way she looked. there was never anything wrong with how she looked, who she was, in spite of her way of thinking. to him, she was perfect in every way. he had told her that the last time, hadn't he? when she had been upset that christian hadn't showed. but he was happy about it. she was laughing by the time he popped open the champagne and she fell asleep resting against his chest. for a brief moment he was reminded of before, their beginning that to him could have been a lifetime ago. but they both had changed a lot since then, hadn't they? he doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"stop." he says it firmly, moving up behind her. and she does. of course, she does. there's something internal in adele that makes her think that if she does listen to people they'll love her more. does she know that there were times when he felt completely incapable of loving her more. only to realize when he saw her again that perhaps he did. perhaps he did love her more than he had the last time and the time before that. it's all sort of maddening. but he wouldn't change it. he wouldn't change her. he places his hand on her back then. and she seems stunned. she always does seem a little surprised, taken aback when he comes closer to her, when he's gentle with her. every single time. and he wonders what it is that makes her think he wouldn't be. they've known each other for a long time, haven't they? his mind could come up with a million things. but most of them can be narrowed down to this room, with the windows and curtains shut, dark and away from the world, when the sheets aren't so clean, and there's someone's attempt at trying to mess her up a little.

she looks at him. he looks at her. he feels like suddenly the world has stopped all around them. the start of it depending somehow on whatever he decides to say. because she's asking him. why what? why stop? because every answer he gives might sound like some sort of contradiction against the things that went wrong between them. standing here with her, with the softness of her perfume on the air, that wide eyed look on her face, and the soft warmth of her under his hand, just then he can't think of what went wrong between them. he can't think at all.

"let's go some place else."

the last time they had done that had been the cliff. and she had said she felt safe. did she feel safe now? did she feel safe even when she was asking him to leave. christian will be there in five. or he's not showing up tonight, you can take me home, you can stay, do whatever, but don't leave her alone. it was always the same thing. even before. and he doesn't know why but a part of him feels guilty then. even before.

she's still waiting like the answer isn't enough. and when he leans towards her he hears her take in a breath. there's always been this knowing between them. it was never a problem about what the other felt or thought, was it? she always asked him to say it. she didn't know he had. some nights with her head on his chest, asleep, whispering to the top of her hair. and knowing that she couldn't hear. but it was the safest bet. the other night when christian hadn't shown and he had wondered what it might feel like to never have to let her go. is she waiting for more? for him to do more than look out for her, shuttle her around, make sure she doesn't what -? he wasn't even sure why he was sent to keep an eye on her on. as if she were some untrained puppy that might wander off.

did he lose his chance? because she's drawing away now, shaking her hand. focusing on one application too many of lipstick. and then tossing it down. there'll be another chance, he's sure of that. but then he's not. and she's adjusting the front of her dress. it's something christian bought her no doubt. it's too much, too tight. and he wants to tell her to cover up and come with him. but the moment's lost. she won't go with him. but next time she might say she wished she had. what's she waiting for? the same thing she had been before. he's certain that if he did say she would leave right then with him, leave it all. but he hasn't said it yet. as much as he wants to. a weight there in his chest, like something burning. and he knows he's wasting time. but nothing ever really goes the way you want it to, does it? and you just live with it. he's scared. not sure of what. he's pretty sure it makes him a coward though. when she looks at him again he's almost sure that it's her he's scared of.

[jungnoir]

college boyfriend!minhyuk;

man have ya’ll ever met a human puppy cause this!! ^^^ is it

for the boyfriend!minhyuk request~

literally everything screams boyfriend to me about minhyuk

try and tell me he wouldn’t be the sweetest thing since peach cobbler (i sound so texan when i say that)

okay, okay, okay, so minhyuk, this angel is an RA

at first his friends were kind of like??? RA? minhyuk?

it’s not that minhyuk is bad with people it’s just,,, most people think he’s bad with,,, rules,,, and the enforcement of them

minhyuk is extremely friendly all the time, but sometimes he sees students blatantly breaking some rules

usually a short scolding will at least get them to keep their shit to themselves, so he doesn’t obsess over the small things

like he’s such a sweetie pie and most people think that they can do whatever they want and walk all over him

and most people do tbh!!!! they don’t care about the curfew or how many times they lose their key or anything

most students in the building think “oh lol i ain’t gotta worry, the RA is lee minhyuk. what’s the worst he can do? pout???”

which, btw, is what minhyuk initially does

but one guy whose really been pushing it for the last month comes in wayyyyyy past curfew all smug and minhyuk is literally like “!! excuse me, i’m gonna have to write you up for that”

and the guy laughs and pats minhyuk’s shoulder all patronizingly like “hehe whatever bro i wasn’t that late, just let it slide”

and then the guy tries to walk off

and minhyuk grabs the kid by the back of his hoodie and reels him back in

the guy is about to protest but minhyuk smiles this huge smile

not like his usual… like it’s actually pretty unsettling

“i said, i’m going to have to write you up. would you like me to mention the situation from last week? i distinctly remember catching you with a bag of something… hm, idk… green? didn’t look legal to me”

the guy visibly gulps and starts shaking his head back and forth really fast

and minhyuk release the guy finally and puts on his usual charming smile and pats the guy’s back excessively hard, shooting him a wink, “try to make it on time next time, hm?”

when the guy mentions this to other residents in the building, those little instances start to reduce to almost none

because most people thought that oh!! minhyuk is my friend, if he sees me doing something i shouldn’t he won’t be a hard ass about it right?? he’s never mentioned it before”

but minhyuk def keeps a record of wrongs in his building, and he always has some sort of ammo against someone if they get too out of hand

which is lowkey scary to his friends but also highkey cool as hell

his friend, jooheon, once told minhyuk that he would make a great undercover agent or something with how great he is at keeping things concealed and minhyuk just deadpans “how do you know i’m not one?” and minhyuk is that good that jooheon is actually stunned into silence until minhyuk starts giggling like man i’m just fucking with ya

minhyuk just really does his job well, keeps a good rein on all of the more troublesome students living in his building, and is not a force to be reckoned with

all wrapped up in a cute little bow of tall and cute 🎀

and then you move in

you don’t really know too many people on campus and you’re not aware of the notoriety of your RA

all you really care about is getting some rest and unwinding

you’re so tired from the long drive from your home to your new dorm that when you set the last box outside of your dorm, you drop to the floor in a heap and curl up against the box, telling yourself you’re only going to take a quick nap

your eyes shut and suddenly it’s half an hour later and someone is shaking you awake

you’re super disoriented at first, having just had the best, restful sleep in days

and it gets ripped away from you like that?? rude

you’re about to curse out the blurry figure before you when the person comes into view

there’s this dark haired beauty kneeling between your legs, one hand on the wall beside your head and the other holding your shoulder

he’s wearing the school’s sweatshirt in a blindingly yellow color and his dark ripped skinny jeans stretch and writhe around his long, skinny legs as he crouches this way and that to examine you

his tufts of brown hair resemble bedhead but it suits him

suits him so well in fact that you’re not even aware you’ve been staring this whole time until he’s like “is the dorm hallway comfier than your new bed?”

you don’t realize that you’ve got drool on the side of your mouth or that you look absolutely freakin’ out of it while he laughs at your distant and sleepy expression

carefully, he takes the sleeve of his hoodie and wipes your mouth with it, shocking you into sitting up straight

you instinctively shove his hand back but he just looks at you super confused like??? i’m?? help you??? chill?

“who are you?” you demand, voice groggy from disuse but clear enough for him to hear

“your new RA!!” he grins, his shiny teeth glinting in the setting sunlight from the hallway’s window

your eyes shoot open and you quickly push him away, scrambling to wipe at your face and eyes in embarrassment

of course you’d fall asleep in a hallway and have to be woken up by a cute RA

no less while you’re drooling

“h-how long have i been out?”

he shrugs, shoving his hands into the kangaroo pocket at the front of his hoodie, “dunno. a resident came to get me a few minutes ago, claiming there was a girl passed out in front of her dorm door. you made quite an impression on your new roommate by the way”

internally, you’re punching yourself in the face but you manage to steel your expression into one of nonchalant understanding, as if pretending the situation wasn’t as embarrassing as it was would help you

“well, you should get inside and take a proper nap. need any help setting up?” he asks suddenly, twisting his torso this way and that with his lip between his teeth

and wow, i mean, wow, he’s really cute

probably way too cute to be humanly possible

you quickly reject his offer, hiking the box off the ground and into your hands with a smile “nah, i’ve got this… uh, thanks for not writing me up on my first day, by the way. i shouldn’t have fallen asleep, but i just-” “happens to the best of us. you seemed pretty tired so i’ll give you a break” he smiles softly, winking at you

your eyes shoot wide out of slight shock in reaction to his wink but then you melt into a fit of giggles, turning to go inside your dorm, before the cute RA calls out “I’m minhyuk, by the way!” on his way back down the hall

“(y/n)! nice meeting you!” you say, watching him wave and wave and wave, walking backwards until he eventually bumps into the wall at the end of the hallway and has to take a turn, his cheeks lighting up in a warm red before he leaves

when you get the door open to your dorm, you see your new roommate splayed on the bed upside down, her phone in hand as she types away without much thought

it’s only when you set the box down on the bed that she looks up, and her eyes widen completely

“oh my god!! what are you doing here?”

you’re like??? i’m your roommate??

but then she’s like “you fell asleep in the hallway and the RA caught you. i’m surprised you’re even still here”

“why? it was an accident?”

she rolls her eyes at you, falling back onto the mattress of her bed with a dramatic sigh, “yeah, but didn’t he write you up? or threaten you? or your family? don’t tell me he threatened your family”

“he just said that i should get some rest, is all. why would an RA threaten me over something like that”

she gives you this wide-eyed look that literally borders on crazy, “i’ve heard things. people say he’s the warden from hell”

you literally have to ask if she’s talking about the same person that you’re thinking of; the tall cutie with the sunny yellow sweatshirt similar to his disposition

but this girl is deadass convinced that minhyuk is secretly evil and that you probably weren’t really let off the hook after all

you try not to let her words get to you, but deep down you feel something so unsettling about the whole thing

not even toward minhyuk!!! you just feel like there’s more to the equation than your given variables

but you brush it off and actually introduce yourselves to each other and as you settle in for the first night, your mind is swimming with all the things you have headed for you tomorrow, though all of that takes a backseat to the mysterious RA that your roommate had warned you of

for the next few weeks, you see minhyuk in passing often

he’s always seen greeting students and asking about their lives in detail, like he’s pretty much best friends with everyone in the building

he’s just so open and friendly and excitable and it’s crazy to think your roommate is so convinced he’s a “warden from hell”

minhyuk even takes the time out to sit down and talk with you when he sees you at lunch, or asks if living there is any fun or if you have any concerns

he seems to really care about the residents and their wellbeing

in fact, had your roommate never said anything, you probably would’ve never assumed that there was anything particularly different about minhyuk

but you happen to be around one night when something goes wrong

you had trailed into the building after a few exhausting hours of studying in the library and you were fully prepared to sink into bed to rest and just forget the day

when you walk out onto your floor, you can instantly hear loud thumping music coming from somewhere and you internally groan, knowing it would probably be a long night, but you hold hope that minhyuk would diffuse whatever party was being held soon so you could actually fall asleep

however, when you round the corner to where the music is coming from (even worse, it’s coming from the hall your dorm is in), you see minhyuk being shoved against the wall by a group of guys, all looking too drunk out of their minds to realize the severity of physically threatening their RA

you throw caution to the wind and run in front of the guys, catching their surprise, which you use to your advantage

“are you guys insane? do you want to get kicked off campus because of this? possibly even expelled?”

then one of the guys is like “he was being a fucking killjoy, as usual”

“it’s his job. it’s damn near eleven at night and i don’t know about you guys, but other residents in this building have exams all next week. if he doesn’t shut it down, someone else will, and not as nicely” you defend, the tiredness from your day weighing in on you as you glare at the boys

most of them look irritated still, but when they realize you have a point, they grumble and back off, walking back into their dorm to settle down their party

when the door shuts, you look over to minhyuk

his back is leaned against the wall, his eyes shut with a heavy sigh, “thank you” he mumbles

“of course, they looked like they were gonna beat the shit out of you for doing your job!” you shove his shoulder a little, frowning at his complete lack of emotion

but minhyuk just shrugs, forcing a smile, “i’ve caught them doing shit like this a bunch of times, this is nothing new. no matter what i do, i look like the bad guy to them”

your roommate’s words resurface in your mind again, and you decide that you won’t leave tonight until minhyuk explains himself, so you take him by the wrist and start dragging him with you toward the lounge, his eyes narrowing when you lead him into the elevator

he’s about to ask what this is all about when you nudge him with your arm, “i’m gonna buy us some snacks, and then you’re gonna tell me why people call you the warden from hell”

and it’s really strange to him bc like?? you’re the first person to ever really want to hear him out about why he does what he does on his job?

like he kind of expects people to misinterpret what kind of person he is by word of mouth from the assholes who intentionally make his job harder

and if anyone sees him getting pushed around or talked down to they usually assume that it’s his fault and he’s just being a hard ass

but you buy him his favorite snacks and you sit down with him in the lounge and just allow him to let it all out, and he doesn’t realize how good it is to talk to someone and be heard

i mean his friends do it for him too, but even they sometimes think that minhyuk is just too enthusiastic about the job and can sometimes go overboard

but you understand him in a different way, and he’s thankful for that

“i’ve always been the class clown and the guy that was always super nice and did everything everybody expected of him, so when i got offered the job, i was excited. most people did what they were supposed to do, and if anyone even slightly slipped up, i let it slide. then, i guess, people got the wrong idea and assumed that they could walk all over me. so i stopped being so lenient and i stood up for myself, but as you can see, that doesn’t always go as planned”

as minhyuk tells you, you notice he doesn’t look you in the eye once, his hands fiddling with his green tea or fixing and re-fixing his fringe

“i never really found the middle ground, you know? where i could be nice, friendly, lovable minhyuk and where i could stop people from taking advantage of that. i don’t know… how do you find that balance?” he asks

“well… first of all, not everyone is going to like you. know that much is true, especially in your position. there are going to be days when no one likes you, and if you don’t like that, you should probably quit but… that’s life, minhyuk. you can’t quit life. you’re always going to find that bunch of assholes that take you for granted and push you to your limits. you just need that one person in your corner who will pick you back up when you get pushed down”

“do you have someone like that?” minhyuk tilts his head to the side, eyes wide and curious as you giggle “yeah, my best friend. do you have best friends?”

“i have six. they’re all insane” he says, but his words are betrayed by the wide smile on his face, full of fond and warmness, and you smile with him

minhyuk and you end up talking for a little longer, about his friends and how minhyuk’s doing in his classes while juggling his job

then, suddenly, something comes to mind

“ah, minhyuk? when you didn’t write me up for sleeping in the hallway… why did you do that?”

minhyuk blinks at you like it’s obvious, “because you seemed like a nice person who had a tough day. and because i thought you were really pretty, but i can’t really admit that because i’m supposed to be objective on my job”

you kinda freeze when he says this, the hand that was clutching your candy bar suddenly closing in and crushing the snack in between your fingers, but minhyuk doesn’t even look

he just… smirks

the lil shit

“we should head to bed soon, can’t very well write myself up, can i?”

he ends up walking you back up to your dorm and you’re happy to notice that the party from before has since died and cleaned out, so you can finally get some rest

as soon as he turns the corner to go to bed himself, you slink against the door to your dorm and heave a loud, wistful sigh, your mind replaying the scene of minhyuk smiling at you, cheeks bright and calling you pretty, his raspy voice letting your name roll off his tongue in an undeniably attractive way

your hands are still sticky from squishing your candy bar, and all you can think of is the rush and jolt of something you haven’t felt in a while coursing through you once more

your cheeks start to burn as you look down at your hands, contemplating if what you were feeling was actually what you were feeling

then you hear a soft whistle from the other end of the hallway, and when you look up, minhyuk is there, eyes glittering with mischief “you have two minutes before curfew”

you quickly scramble up and grab your doorknob, shooting a squeaky and hurried goodnight his way before slipping into your dorm none too gracefully, the look of playfulness on minhyuk’s face teasing you well until you finally get to bed

and well, after that, you become subject to some… suspicion

minhyuk doesn’t change how he greets you by much, at least in your eyes, but to everyone else there seems to be a hidden meaning behind it

your friends notice that minhyuk is a bit more touchy when with you, or that he might look over at you and instantly smile when he sees you

it’s small, barely noticeable things that he does and you think that he’s just being a friend, but your friends beg to differ

“did you see the way he looked at you? like the universe is in your eyes?” “he’s totally gonna ask you out” “what’s his sign again? i think you guys are compatible”

minhyuk’s lips could turn up like 0.000000004332992 degrees and they’ll be like !!!! see!!!!! obviously you two are hooking up!!!

and it’s not that you don’t like it!! it’s just that omg your friends are so embarrassing

it’s gotten to the point that if you’re with friends and you see minhyuk, you have to run in the opposite direction because you just know they’re going to find a way to push you two together and you will not have it. over your dead, embarrassed body

your friends are always like!!! ohHHH LEE MINHYUK??? THE RA??? THE CUTE ONE THAT YOU-

your friends nearly get whiplash with how hard you yank them around the corner

and minhyuk startles at the sound of his name and sees you naruto running with your friends being dragged along, watching with a tiny amused smile before he moves onto his next class, not really thinking too much of it

for a while, this works for you. as long as he caught you when you were alone, you’d be safe

but your friends are nothing compared to his friends

one just so happens to be good friends with yours :))

you’ve only seen him hang around your group a few times, and your friends referred to him as the supermodel in training, but you knew him by the name shin hoseok

you knew he was on a dance team for your school, along with a few other guys that all looked way too beautiful to all go to your school at once

hoseok was quite the looker himself but you would Not Admit that to his face

but anywho!! your friends are talking when the subject of minhyuk comes up bc hoseok knows him and they’ve been buds for a few years

well, one friend spills to him that they think minhyuk is into you, so hoseok is immediately like 

blackmail 😈

he offers to investigate for them and asks for a few subtle facts about you as well

hoseok starts out pretty timid, doing stuff like spelling out the first few letters of your name to see if minhyuk would perk up, or describing your figure to minhyuk when talking about some new girl he’s on

hoseok would be describing exactly how you look and minhyuk would perk up and his eyebrows would start to furrow and his mouth would turn into a lil pout

and then hoseok would be like “oh!!! yeah, i remember her name. she went to middle school with us” and minhyuk’s shoulders would fall and he’d let out a tiny breath and mumble that he’s listening and hoseok will be like jackpot :))

then hoseok will be sitting with minhyuk in the quad eating lunch and hoseok will point somewhere vaguely and scream “(y/n)???!!?”

and minhyuk whips around so fast it’s not even funny

then hoseok scratches his head when minhyuk glares at him and tries to play all sheepish

he, of course, relays all of this to your friends, who have also been secretly investigating you too

in the end, it’s pretty clear that you guys are cute, you guys are single, and you guys are checking each other out... so.... why aren’t y’all dating

hoseok decides to split up to find minhyuk and your friends split up to find you, both with one mission: get one (1) of you to confess before the other does

your friends go to you, 100% expecting a fight or something so they’re prepared to like restrain you and everything until they actually get to you

you’re sitting at your desk, neck deep in a psychology research paper and about three empty plastic cups drained of iced coffee to the side and without looking up you’re just like “yeh i like him, so what?”

“then why are you always running away from him when he comes around?” “i’m running away because of you guys, not him. you’re like a group of over-excited soccer moms when i get around a guy i like”

and your friends are like oh ok yeah that makes sense

but also!! they got a confession!

they then tell you that they have intel from an insider (which you end up making them spill that it’s hoseok) that minhyuk likes you back, and if you confessed to him first then they’d win the bet- i mean, y’all would finally be together :))))

they continue to ramble for what feels like an hour, listing off all the good reasons why you should do it, and maybe it’s because you’re super spent from writing your paper or maybe because you can hear minhyuk’s loud voice through the walls, but you end up jumping up and going to the front door, your friends trailing along like little ducklings

as soon as you spot minhyuk, your breath stifles in your throat, but you force yourself to exhale and inhale, exhale and inhale

bc if minhyuk didn’t make it weird, it’d be fine right?

he’s currently waving goodbye to one of the dorm residents when he sees you, and his expression lightens up immediately

he even jogs halfway to get to you, looking all the more excited to speak to you now that you weren’t running away from him again

“hey! i haven’t been able to really speak to you in a while-” “minhyuk, i like you”

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the boy is so shocked that he doesn’t even move for what feels like an eternity

your hands are sweating at your sides and you try your best to discreetly wipe them off on your jeans, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how nervous you actually were behind your steely facade

you’re about to crack a joke that this is the quietest you’ve ever seen the boy when he takes a step back, whispering a soft “...no” and disappears down the hall

you’re not really sure how long you stand there, but when your friends get their hands on you, you realize that the throbbing in your chest is no longer from a fast beating heart, but from a rather cracked one

you want to ask him why “no”, why he couldn’t consider you, why he had run off so quickly

you want to be mad at your friends for lying to you to get you to confess, and you want to slink back into your bed and hide away for a while, at least to recover from such a harsh rejection

but your friends are furious

“that asshole told us minhyuk liked you! i swear, we weren’t lying to you” one of them says to you, rubbing your back to comfort you, while another is clenching her fists, looking like she’s ready to fight

and then, she’s bolting around the corner after minhyuk

when you realize what she intends to do, you immediately break away from your friends to catch her, hoping to keep the damage of minhyuk’s rejection to a minimal

cause it’s not like minhyuk was obligated to like you in the first place right? if he didn’t feel anything for you, it wasn’t his fault

you catch sight of your friend when you turn the corner, but almost as quickly, you see minhyuk... and... hoseok?

hoseok looks absolutely furious, and minhyuk looks completely distressed to say the least

your friend freezes and backs up with you, the both of you tuning your ears in to hear exactly what was going on

“...what do you mean you said no? i literally told her friends you liked her!”

you quietly prepare yourself for what minhyuk might say next, maybe something about how he was only nice to you because he felt bad for you or something that would put you into even more of a rut-

“i do like her! but i’ve been planning my confession for like two weeks now and i nearly had everything set and then she just comes up to me and confesses and what am i supposed to say?? i panicked! i was going to take her hiking and set out a picnic at the top of a cliff and we’d watch the sunset together and i even asked my mom how i should confess but she was no help cause the last time she confessed to someone was way back in the 1800′s and-” “minhyuk-” “-i know turning her down probably wasn’t the best idea in response to her saying what i’ve wanted her to say since i fell for her but i told you i panicked! you know i start hiccuping when i panic! it’d be worse if she had seen me go into a hiccuping fit, how would i recover from that? i’d probably hiccup so much i’d accidentally swallow a fly and choke and then die and oh my god how would she even sleep after the guy she confessed to died right in front of her? i’d be a ghost haunting this school for the rest of my damned afterlife because i choked on a fly in front of the girl i-”

“you like me too?” you whisper, catching the boys’ attention

minhyuk’s face is suddenly beet red, and his eyes nearly blow out of their sockets when he sees you

he’s all fumbling legs and clumsy steps as he attempts to run over to you, looking so completely apologetic and torn up that he can’t even look you in the eye

“i do, i’m just an idiot who panicked! i’m sorry if i hurt you, i really truly didn’t mean to” he says, voice strained with worry

you were going to watch his face, check for sincerity, but you believed the little monologue he’d given a few moments before had been all the sincerity you needed

“can this panicky idiot make up for it with that picnic date he called his mom about?” you ask, a small smile growing on your face

minhyuk lets out a rough exhale of air, looking so relieved that you weren’t turned off by his mistake, so much so that he tugs you into a hug, catching you completely off guard as he squeezes around your torso, muttering a plethora of apologies, no matter how many times you tell him it’s alright

but minhyuk finally does end up taking you on that picnic date, only it’s a little more impromptu

and minhyuk didn’t get to make those dumplings you always go crazy about :((( he made extra sure to get the exact recipe for you too

but you’re fine with your chips and boba teas and you just sit out in the cool air, drinking in the sky and talking about anything and everything

he shyly reaches for your hand at some point, and you hold it back, looking over at him ignoring your gaze, biting his lip to fight the crazy smile that takes over his face

now, dating minhyuk is easy

first of all, he is The Cutest

even though he’s a bit older, he’s used to having younger friends, so he tends to be loweky like a dad

he’ll always ask if you need help with any homework, and if you want a study buddy

if you’re studying particularly hard one week, you’ll leave the door unlocked and he’ll come in, leave your favorite snacks on the desk, kiss your temple and tell you he’s rooting for you before leaving

and even though you might be too busy to really say much back, it always leaves a warm feeling in your heart to know he cares so much

he sometimes abuses his power as RA to be a good boyfriend

he’ll claim he’s just making some early morning rounds but really he’s running to your dorm and banging on it really hard bc he just knows you slept in again for your one early morning class

or he’ll let you know when that annoying guy from down the hall that always asks for your notes is lurking outside your dorm door, and try to get the guy to go away so you can get back before the guy sees

on his nights off, you two will grab lots of unhealthy food and chill in his dorm room, watching anime or playing video games

you always make him clean up his room before you come and even though he complains, he does it

bc the one time you came over and he didn’t clean you tripped on what you thought was a dead rat and nearly got a concussion

he shoves everything under the bed but you don’t need to know that

there was an attempt

since people know you and minhyuk are dating (i mean the boy practically flaunts it tbh), they sometimes try to sucker up to you so that you can get minhyuk to let them off on some things 

or they’ll try to get you to berate minhyuk if they think he seems like a tyrant that day

but you’re able to see through it all and you know when minhyuk needs to be kept in check and when he can afford to be a bit lenient

and if anyone tries to give him shit, they have to go through you

minhyuk may be a peacemaker but you certainly are not

you once threatened a basketball player within an inch of his life if he ever tried to put his hands on minhyuk bc the guy couldn’t keep his loud music down for once

it was a sight to see, this gigantic 6 foot basketball player cowering at the sight of you, minhyuk’s soft lover

he always gets 😍😍😍 whenever you get violent :D

minhyuk is KING of kisses okay

he will kiss you everywhere, in every place, at any time, with zero embarrassment

like boy will grab you by the waist while you’re eating lunch and place a big kiss on your cheek, or if you’re being particularly distracting that day he’ll lead you off to a random janitor’s closet and this is pg-13 you nasties

nvm that ok some details,,,,

minhyuk is definitely voical

as a kisser or... other :)

he’s always groaning, growling, hissing, whining

his whines are pretty delicious when you leave hickies on his neck

his lips get wet and his pants blow your hair out of your face and his fingers grip and squeeze at your hips and he bucks into you like he’s going to burst

but anywho!

minhyuk can get jealous but he doesn’t really like to

like he’ll get pouty and a lil :((( at best

sometimes, if he notices someone is being really touchy on you and you’re not cool with it he might :)) have a word :) with them :)))

if you don’t have a word :) with them first lmao

but he knows his boundaries, and he knows what is and isn’t right when it comes to dating you

he tries his very best to be the best supportive and loving bf you could ask for, and he works super hard so that he never lets you down

bc you make him proud, and you make him want to be the best he can be

bc when he looks at you, he sees a future

and he doesn’t know what kind of future or what it really entails but he knows that he wants it, whatever it is, with you

[wannawritefast]

Spiderboy and the Secretary

A/N: Hey guys! So obviously, I got this request a while back ago if it was still warm enough for a pool party. Yeah, I’m really sorry about that btw. School is super stressful. So, here’s the sitch, I’m thinking about making this an open-ended (basically leave it as is with this part) or a multi-part (maybe two or three parts) fic. Let me know what you think! Xoxo- Echo

Title: Spider-boy and the Secretary

Request: @noeypiiepiie asked “Hi! Could you write a Peter Parker X reader pool party fic? Thanks! ;P”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/ Spiderman x Reader, some platonic!Tony x Reader

You had been a teenage intern under Pepper Potts at Stark Industries for business experience. You worked closely with Ms. Potts and Mr. Stark. This extracurricular job was an incredible opportunity to learn the ins-and-outs of running a business and being a personal assistant. Honestly you enjoyed working for one of the ‘Big Name’ industries and you knew it would give you the experience you needed to become an owner of your own company. Having a mentor like Pepper and dealing with a wild card like Mr. Stark was enough to teach you to stay on your toes and roll with the punches.

Until Pepper left. When she left, you thought that Mr. Stark would throw you out too. So, imagine your astonishment when he not only kept you on but also made you his employee and paid for all of your schooling. Granted they were online classes so that you would be a full time assistant but that didn’t make you any less grateful.

You began staying at the tower later and later. Soon enough you practically lived at the tower. Unofficially, you had your own room and sets of both regular and business attire at the tower just in case you had to stay overnight.

Naturally, everybody took you under their wing and you were soon the ‘baby.’ You had a good relationship with each of the members. Some of them were a little too much like brothers for your liking (cough cough Sam and Bucky). Heck, even the Barton’s had semi-adopted you (Laura especially loved to send Clint with some baked goods when he came back from visits).

Thankfully Mr. Stark didn’t treat you any differently than he normally had. You expected pure professionalism and you got just that. Well as much professionalism as he could offer. Mr. Stark was Mr. Stark after all.

You walked to the lab where Mr. Stark could normally be found. Except there was someone else with him. And it wasn’t Mr. Banner. You couldn’t see the guest’s face but you could tell it was a man and his well-built back was to you. You continued undeterred. Ok, maybe you were a little caught off guard. You checked your hair in the glass briefly and smoothed your blazer. You shook off your brief moment of surprise and stalked toward them your heels clacking on the floor.

“Here comes trouble,” Mr. Stark teased elbowing the other person lightly. You heard the person let out a chuckle. You only rolled your eyes and continued walking forward.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you handed him his coffee and adjusted your Bluetooth earpiece still not looking at the visitor. Your attention is focused on your boss and only your boss.

“Good morning, Y/n,” he said formally. He’s never formal. Something’s up. You raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion before fixing your eyes back on the tablet perched in the crook of your elbow.

“Mr. Stark, I thought I asked you to address me as Ms. Y/l/n.” You corrected.

“And I thought I told you to call me Tony or Uncle Tony.” He retorted sharply.

“Mr. Stark neither of those are appropriate names to call you especially since we are neither acquaintances nor am I your niece.” You fired back.

“Ouch. Pepper rubbed off on you more than I thought,” he mumbled.

“I don’t see how that is a bad thing,” You observed matter-of-factly.

“It’s not,” he replied, “What’s on my agenda for today?”

“You have lunch with the owner of the shipping company at-”

“Cancel it,” he cut you off.

“Ok,” you tapped your tablet and rescheduled it for next week. “From 2-5 you have a meeting with the PR and HR departments. Then you have dinner with a Mr. Thaddeus Ross at-”

“Cancel that too,” he quipped as he continued showing the guest some of his equipment.

You turned your tablet off, frustrated, and held it to your chest. “Sir,” you began, trying to maintain your sanity. He had been cancelling meetings for the past week and it was going to hurt him in the long run.

“Uh oh. Am I in trouble?” he asked peering up from his work, a jesting look in his eyes. You gave him the Pepper Potts™ look. He just slumped and swallowed nervously.

“Sir, you cannot keep canceling these meetings. You need to go to them. If you don’t, your company will be at jeopardy. You can tinker with your contraptions later. I promise they will be there when you get back. I tell you this from a friend’s standpoint, you need to go to these meetings.”

There was a heavy silence. He looked back up to you with a serious expression.

“So, we are acquaintances.”

You groaned in frustration and threw your hands in the air before clutching your forehead. “I’m just messing with you, kid. Lighten up.” He hit your shoulder lightly in teasing. “Speaking of, Mini Pepper. Meet Spiderboy.”

Spiderboy? You finally turned to look at the guest. He had already been looking at you with curious eyes and you took a moment to take him in.

He was taller than you but not much older, if not the same age. The ‘Spiderboy’ was attractive to say the least. He had dark brown eyes to match his messy brown hair. He was cute, you could say, in an endearingly nerdy kind of way.

“Mr. Stark, it’s not Spiderboy.” He corrected politely. Tony turned to look at him in an intimidating way; you knew it wasn’t sincere intimidation. “Sir.”

“Hello,” you offered your hand to shake his. He looked at it hesitantly before shaking it. “I’m Ms. Y/n Y/l/n, Mr. Stark’s personal assistant. You can call me Y/n.”

“What? How come he gets to call you Y/n.” You just ignored Tony.

“I’m Peter… Parker,” he began awkwardly. It was kind of adorable. “You can call me Peter. I guess. You know you can just call me anything.” He suggested openly. “Just don’t call me late for dinner.” He gestured with a finger gun.

Neither you nor Mr. Stark laughed but you did give him a pity smile. “Tough crowd,” he mumbled under his breath. That caused you to giggle a little. His warm eyes looked at yours gleaming with amusement at your response to his comment.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in all honesty. I know a lot about you.” He was rambling. “I mean. Uh. Darn it. That came out creepy!… Let me start again.” You laughed to which he responded with a butterfly-inducing smile of his own. He cleared his throat and began formally, “It’s nice to meet you. Mr. Stark has told me a lot about you. I’m actually interning here myself. I’m here for the-”

“You don’t need to give me excuses. I know you’re Spider-man,” You confessed.

Shock crossed his features. He was gaping at you with wide brown eyes and jaw dropped. You could tell that he was scrambling for an answer. For something to say. You laughed at his sudden change in demeanor.

“Don’t worry. Mr. Stark tells me everything. I’m not a telepath. Just a secretary. Nothing special,” I told him calmly.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re definitely something special if you’re working here and have been for a long time,” He offered. His dark brown eyes peeked back up to you. Your eyes twinkled happily as you blushed at his kind comments. It was at that moment that the both of you realized that you hadn’t let go of the other’s hands. You both dropped your hands awkwardly to your sides. You just watched each other for a few moments until-

“Hey, Peter.” The both of you jumped at Tony’s sudden interruption. “Can you go to the kitchen and grab me a bag of pretzels?”

“But, sir-” you began.

“Right now, Peter,” he demanded. The handsome brown-eyed boy scrambled and obliged. You watched him leave with a small smile on your face.

It would have been a normal occurrence had he not looked back at you, run into the glass window loudly, and fallen backwards. You winced and asked if he was ok. With a hand to his nose and a thumbs up he all but sprinted away. You chuckled and turned back around looking at your tablet again not even daring to meet Mr. Stark’s eyes. You could feel him looking at you with that look that made you know he was planning something.

“Mr. Stark, whatever you are planning I’m afraid I’m going to have to answer with a resounding ‘no’.” You didn’t even have to look at him to know. You called in the rescheduled lunch with the shipping company and told the woman on the line to change it to next week.

Silence.

“What’s going on, Mr. Stark? You hate pretzels,” you implored for the umpteenth time.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Don’t you think that it would be a great idea to have a little pool party this weekend?” He had a weird look on his face. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Pool party?” you questioned. What is he up to?

“Yeah, that would be fun, right?”

“Ok… Who would be on the invite list?”

“Actually, it was Peter’s idea to have one as a team bonding activity type of thing. I think the kid’s pretty bright. He said he would be up for it if it was able to happen.”

You flushed a little bit. Maybe you could talk to him and hang out with him a little more… In a completely professional way, of course.

“Yeah, that sounds great. When did you want me to-?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll plan everything.”

You were shocked. Tony probably couldn’t even plan a PTA meeting. That was child’s play compared to what you usually had to plan.

“Tony, are you sure?” you asked confirming that he did, in fact, want to plan it.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rushed dismally, “I’ve got it covered.”

“You’re sure? Like absolutely sure?” you reaffirmed for the third time.

“Yes!” He exclaimed, exasperated. “Have a little faith.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“In fact, I’m so confident in my own abilities that I want you to take the rest of the day off.” He suggested. Well, it wasn’t so much of a suggestion as it was a demand.

“Ok,” you agreed, “On one condition.”

“Fine. What?” He crossed his arms in waiting.

“You will go to all of your meetings for the next week.”

“Deal.” He replied immediately.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished.” You interjected. “If you decide to not attend your meetings, I will override FRIDAY to lock up your toys.”

He whined and stomped his feet like a child. It would’ve been funny to anyone else seeing a middle-aged, sleep-deprived, billionaire throw a tantrum like a child.

You held out your pinky. His eyes flickered from your hand to your face. Reluctantly he interlocked his pinky with yours.

“Thanks, Tony,” you gave him a hug. He chuckled lightly and returned it. It was a nice moment.

“You just called me Tony,” he cheered quietly. You huffed exaggeratedly.

With a smile on your face and tablet in hand, you all but skipped out of the laboratory. On your way out, you crossed paths with Peter.

Well, not really crossed paths but more like bumped into. And by bumped into, you mean knocked over. You had been so giddy and excited for the time off that you hadn’t seen where you were going.

The two of you collided and you were both sent to the floor…hard.

The tile was cold and unforgiving. It reminded you too much of yourself. You had fallen backwards and thankfully hadn’t hit your head too hard. But you could tell you had bruised your elbows.

The two of you simultaneously groaned in pain. You sat up slowly and saw Peter push himself off of the floor as if he hadn’t fallen seconds before.

He looked calmly around until he realized that you were still on the floor. Peter scrambled to your aid. He grabbed you by your forearms and pulled you up. Literally.

His abilities allowed him to fully lift you up and overcompensate. As you regained your footing, you realized how close you and Peter were. Your chests were pressed together and you could practically feel his heartbeat. His warm minty breath fell over your face. You had no idea that there were little flecks of gold in his toffee colored eyes. Wait, if you could see his eye color that in depth… Then you were too close.

The both of you took a step back suddenly. It was very apparent that both you and he were flustered but then Peter set his foot down and the sound of glass cracking sounded. You were pulled back to reality as your worst fears were confirmed.

There on the tile lay your beloved tablet. With a horribly cracked, almost shattered screen. You slowly crouched, horror and sadness radiating from you in waves. You gingerly lifted the electronic from the ground. You clutched it to your chest with a wince.

Peter had his hand held over his mouth in matched horror. “Oh. My. Gosh. Y/n, I-I’m really sorry. That’s all my fault. I-I wasn’t looking and- Oh gosh-”

The poor boy was practically pleading with you in remorse. You knew he hadn’t intended to shatter the screen.

“No, Peter. It’s ok. It’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I was clumsy and stupid. This is on me,” you corrected him. With a heavy sigh, you began again, “I just need to take this to Mr. Stark.”

You took a few steps forward mentally preparing yourself to confront Mr. Stark with a broken electronic before Peter stopped.

He stepped in front of you. “I can take it. If you want,” he jabbered suddenly.

“Oh, Peter. I couldn’t ask that of you,” you implored. You started walking again to which he responded by blocking your path.

“No. It really wouldn’t be a bother. I’m heading to the lab anyways. It’s no big deal,” he urged. You were silent as you contemplated the decision. He was begging with his big brown eyes and you found it very hard to say no.

“Alright,” you relented. He cheered to himself briefly. You handed him the tablet delicately and he took it in the same manner. “Be careful,” you ordered.

“I won’t drop it. I take very good care of technology,” he assured you as he began to walk backwards to the lab.

“That’s not what I meant,” you called after him. “Don’t cut yourself, Peter. The glass is sharp.”

“I’ll be fi-,” he stopped himself off as his face contorted in pain and he looked to his hand. You inhaled sharply as you hurriedly closed the distance between the two of you.

“Peter, are you ok,” you asked concernedly. You ran to check his injury. You flipped his warm calloused hand over to inspect his palm and found… nothing. There was nothing. No cut. No blood. No glass. You looked to gauge his reaction and he silently laughed with his pretty brown eyes crinkled.

With a scowl and a scoff, you directed a glare at him. His laugh now had volume. “You should have seen your face!” He exclaimed. If you were being honest with yourself, you found his laugh pretty intoxicating and couldn’t help but smile at his contagious merriment. Then you remembered you were supposed to be angry.

You slapped his shoulder. “That wasn’t funny,” you scolded, “I thought you were really hurt.”

He rubbed the spot where you had slapped. “Ouch. Well, now I am. Geez, you’ve got a good arm.” He looked to you with that charming smile. “It’s nice to see you care about me though.”

You rolled your eyes, only slightly irritated, and began to walk in the opposite direction. He grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with his eyes still sparkling from his laughing fit, “That was mean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand dismissively and began to walk again but you were held in place. You smiled at him. “I have to go now, Peter. I’ve got homework.”

“Ok,” he answered understandingly. You turned around and began walking to the stairs leading to the main floor. “I’ll see you around?” he called after you questioningly.

You looked over your shoulder with a grin. “Most definitely.”

[snfs]

I’ll be completely transparent with you all, mostly because I’ve wanted to vent for quite some time but now, as things are coming to a close, I’m finally able to.

I just went through a pretty fucked-up breakup, in which the move-out process is still happening. I don’t want to give out to terribly many details, but I do want to vent a bit.

I’ve tried my best to be really sweet to this gal I was with. You don’t get into a relationship with someone if things are bad from the get-go - that’s something I think people forget after they break up. Things were, at least for a short time, very good. There was plenty of laughter, tenderness, etc. Things were good, they really were. 

Last summer, things changed - it might have been the beginning of things turning south, but who knows. I learned that she wasn’t happy with her current state of existence, or rather her existence at all. I hadn’t cried in a long time before that night, but I did. It was Pt. I of at least a three part series of what I dubbed in my head ‘bad nights’. I did everything I could to make her stay at my  house so she wouldn’t leave and commit suicide. By the morning I was puffy eyed and exhausted, but she was still alive. I took a more positive outlook on life after that day. 

After that day I had her staying at my house instead of her own. She would sleep in my room with me. It was partially suicide watch, partially to keep her away from her abusive ex she was currently living with, and partially because I liked her, though at this point I’m not sure if I actually wanted her there of if it’s just what I told myself and her so that she wouldn’t get sad, run away, and, my main fear, she would kill herself.

I don’t remember the second bad night as well, but she did end up getting in her car only to drive away, on the slight annoyance of having to comfort my sobbing self. All the same, though, she was alive come the next morning, which was a small victory I chose to take.

At some point my previous roommate left and I had her move in in his stead. It was actually a nice time - we could bring her pets here (Three adorable kittens and later two dogs, after convincing the land lords that the dogs were indeed emotional support animals) and she could have her own place. We made one room the office and the other the bedroom. 

Things started to deteriorate pretty fast. She had various spats of paranoia (That she was going to get cancer, that I was going to eat her, that I was a communist (?)) stuff like that. I doubled down and helped her find a psychologist, then later a psychiatrist, who was able to prescribe her a battery of drugs. Before this moment, she had drugs to manage depression but did not take them. I told her to take her drugs daily, sometimes literally forcing them into her mouth so that she would take them that day. Probably not my finest hour - I should have just let her take them on her own volition, but it worked and she took them all the same. At around this time, sometimes she wouldn’t want to get up for school or get out of bed, so I was doing a fair bit of housework and sometimes (not regularly, but at least a few times) literally pulling her from bed, showering her, dressing her, and packing her lunch to get her ready for school. She’s been doing a few of the same classes for several times now due to just not showing up to them, so I thought that maybe I could help push her over this hump, and it would be smooth sailing on the other side. We pushed for last semester’s medical withdraw so that she could be in good academic standing and maybe even do research. Things were looking up, I was pretty hopeful. Maybe we had gained enough inertia and were finally going to make it over this hump. The dogs were in the house and seemed to have a good effect on her mood. 

This once again turned south the night we watched Maleficent (real honey of a movie, btw). After it was over I told her to take her pills, which, as almost always, she said no. I was pretty tired of giving them to her, but I did it anyway - once again forcing them in her mouth and giving her water. she refused to take them once again so I tilted the bottle so that water would go into her mouth - water splashed on to her face because it a hydroflask with a straw attachment, and not a normal bottle. I don’t know why I’m telling this in such specific detail, but the image is kind of burned in my mind. I really hated doing it. I’ve never been assertive or forceful, and this destroyed me every time. But I don’t know - seeing her face splashed with wet water, with her thoroughly unhappy - still kind of freaks me out. 

She calmly got up, got a pillow from her closet, grabber her keys, and left - all the while I asked where she was going but she made no response. Before she left I remembered to say “I love you” because even if I wasn’t feeling it at the time, if it was the last time I saw her I wanted it to be the last thing I said to her. She came back fairly soon and slept, without speaking about it.

The next day she texted me saying that she wanted the rooms split up again. That she wanted to break up. She’s done this before - she says that she wants to break up but then doesn’t want to the next day. I know this is temporary. But I was tired. So very tired. So I asked why, and I said ok. Fine. Let’s break up. When I got home from work, I split up the bedrooms once again. When she came home, she was mad at me for splitting up the rooms without her. I apologized. 

Several times she said she wanted to get back together. She would still come into my room to sleep with me, but I eventually put and end to that. Each step of the way I was pretty scared that something would just push her to suicide.

One day, she was particularly needy. She wanted to play a game, so we did - we played card games, we played Subs (essentially a version of Marco Polo) and we went out to get Pokemon Sun and Moon. It was alright, things were pretty fucking tense between us, and she would get mad at me for the smallest things. We got home and I wanted to play the game, so I started. She didn’t want me to start without her, so I stopped and played Skyrim instead. She didn’t like me playing Skyrim either. I don’t know what I was supposed to do. I remember sometime that day she was interested on having me teach her how to tie a specific knot, which I didn’t think much of at the time. Anyway, later that day she got fed up with me and left the house, saying that’d I’d have plenty of time to play Skyrim soon. She said she was going to visit a friends grave and then something along the lines of ‘leave forever’. I didn’t know where this friends grave was, and I couldn’t find out from any of her friends as quickly as I needed to. So I called the police, who were pretty busy but said they would send an officer over to my place to look over my texts. She called me, when she was at his grave. Told me about him. Said she was coming home. I called off the police and sat at home on the bed with her, crying yet again. I don’t normally cry, actually, but this is like the 3rd time in a year. She told me that she promised she would kill herself by July 2nd, I think. It’s July 3rd and she’s still alive, so there’s a small victory. But this was about a month ago, and I called the police again - because I was leaving on vacation soon and I wouldn’t be able to watch over her anymore. I called the police, or rather, texted my friend and had HER call the police, and was able to get the police over to our house in the nick of time, right before she got into the car to leave.

The acting on this girl is phenomenal. She could act totally fine and even portray me in a bad light. Thankfully, the police believed me and I showed them the texts. They waited for the trauma specialists or whatever to show up, and one of them led me outside and said I could petition to have her sent into a mental hospital against her will if she chose not to go. I did. I filled out the forms on the back of his car by the light of an iphone and he told me to go inside, go to a safe place, close the door, put some music on, and wait until they had cleared her out. I don’t know how long it took, but I just kind of laid there, in my bed, with my headphones on and a pillow over my head. It was so surreal. I don’t know how long it was - less than two minutes, judging by how many songs had passed. I was just a fucking mess. I contacted my two friends and had them facetime with me - kind of a janky ass setup where it wasn’t exactly a 3 person call but we made it work. I tried to keep it together for them, but was having very poor success. My friend offered to drive down to Tucson for me, because she’s an angel, and pick me up. I felt bad saying yes, but I did. She told me to sit tight and watch a funny show. I did. Two hours later and both of my friends were at the door. They came in, said hi to the animals, helped me remove all the sharps from the house, and drove me back to Phoenix. I went on vacation. I cleared my mind and soul, or what was left of each. They let her out of the hospital the next day. 

I’m tired of typing. I don’t want to say much more. But she’s moving out to her own place by the end of the week. She’s been posting shit about me on Facebook, writing me notes and sliding them under the door, sending me sad texts saying she wants to get back together, getting mad at me for not hanging out with her, coming in to my room to argue with me, not doing the chores she says that she’ll do, getting mad at me when I remind her...

I’m tired. I’m going to find a therapist to talk some things over with.