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iii. so this is my life || all my love

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.” -- Perks of Being a Wallflower; Stephen Chbosky

Summary: oh no it’s the “i got injured and now he has to reluctantly take care of me” trope! Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: harry potter mentions !! cursing Word Count: 4.5k A/N: drum major natasha is something so personal to me, so intimate

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“No shit,” Wanda said in disbelief as she took a sip of her milkshake. “You like actually live in the same house? Like, one-wall-apart-same-bathroom-same-dinner-at-the-same-table live together?” She reached over to grab a french fry from Steve’s plate, who slapped her hand away.

You nodded simply as you offered your plate of fries to Wanda instead. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Crazy right?”

Wanda nodded with a scoff as she looked at Steve who was still processing your confession with wide eyes. “So wait, isn’t that incredibly awkward? Since you confessed your love for him last week?”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Don’t remind me. I literally think about that every time I see his face… which is now often. And it’s so weird because I think his dad wants us together?”

“His dad?!” Steve finally reacted, nearly choking on his shake and his eyes widened in surprise while Wanda cringed. “No way? Is he the one who took that picture of you guys? The one Bucky asked for today?”

“Yeah, it was all him. He even asked me about it the first night I moved in.” You recalled the moment as you recounted it to your friends.

When you had first entered their home, there was a banner in the foyer that read “WELCOME HOME” with Bucky and his dad standing beneath it. His dad excitedly walked over to give you and your dad a friendly hug all while Bucky watched on with a bored expression. “You can call me uncle,” he had suggested with an excited grin on his face. “Oh, it’s going to be nothing but fun times from here on out! Let me show you around.”

Bucky and his dad had completely redecorated the spare bedroom they had, not only cleaning it but making it cozy with string lights along one wall and stocking the bed with way too many pillows for just one person. There was a desk in the corner, and a small reading nook with shelves built in, with already a few books that they had around the house. It looked like it had been taken from a teenage girl’s pinterest board. Even though his son couldn’t care less about you, Mr. Barnes definitely went the extra mile to make you feel as comfortable as possible living away from your father.

After the tour, they led you downstairs where there was an elaborate dinner laid out on the table and the four of you feasted, and three of you had a lively conversation, while Bucky listened and nodded every now and then. After your dad had left and some teary goodbyes, you offered to help Bucky’s dad with the dishes, insisting that it was the least you could do after he offered to take you in on such short notice, and honestly, you were still shocked at how welcoming he was to you.

So there you were in the kitchen with your crush’s dad, still unable to fathom that you were living with him, when he snapped you out of your thoughts with a simple question. “So you and Bucky?” You turned to look at him in surprise only to catch a mischievous grin on his face as he passed you a plate to dry off.

“M-me and Bucky?” You stuttered, still taken aback by the teasing tone in her voice. “What about me and Bucky?”

He turned back to the dish at hand, but the smug grin was still on his face. “Bucky told me the two of you are in the same literature class,” he began, the direction of his words innocent, but the playful tone suggested otherwise. “Do you like him?” He asked bluntly, almost causing you to drop the glass that was in your hands.

“Sorry?” you choked out as he chuckled in response.

“I think you and Bucky would be a good fit,” he continued on. “And I’ve always wanted a daughter.” He let out a sigh, lost in his own thoughts as he scrubbed away at the plates in the sink. That conversation was only the start of the many, many hints he dropped throughout the week that he deemed you a good match for his son. Another one being the polaroid he had slipped into your backpack the night before your exam, a good luck charm, he called it.

When you finished telling your story, Wanda let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s so weird,” she mused. “Bucky’s such a cold and icy jerk, but his dad sounds so nice. Are you sure he’s not adopted or something?”

“No, he’s definitely not,” Steve confirmed. “I’ve seen his birth certificate.” He nodded as he dipped another french fry in his mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup. You and Wanda shared a confused look, asking him to elaborate. “He and I used to be best friends, remember? Before I got stuck with you goofs.”

Wanda nodded now remembering, while you protested. “Wait what? I didn’t know this?” You complained. “Why don’t I know this?” Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed as she recalled their childhood. Before her eyes lit up in recognition.

“Oh,” she snapped her fingers. “We all went to the same elementary school for a while, but Bucky’s dad moved him to a private school, and we didn’t see him again until freshman year.” Steve hummed in confirmation as Wanda explained.

“Wait, but I went to school with you guys too, I would have known him, wouldn’t I?” you asked.

“No,” Wanda corrected. “You transferred in about a month after he left. Don’t you remember? That’s how the Tasty Trio began. Steve would not stop sulking during recess for an entire month, until you came and told him that you heard a song on the radio saying big girls don’t cry and he actually stopped crying. Steve never brought him up again.”

You smiled fondly at Steve whose ears turned pink at the memory. You took an unopened straw, ripped off the top half of the wrapper and blew the other half at him, hitting him right at the top of his messy dark hair. He finally looked up and although a pout was on his face, you could see the amusement in his eyes.

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed once again. “Wait but that doesn’t explain how you’ve seen his birth certificate?” She asked Steve who was still pouting at you as you laughed.

“Oh,” Steve began. “We were pretending to be pirates one day and I told him that he couldn’t be a pirate if he was born a prince, since I really thought his house was like a tiny castle, and he dug through his dad’s office to show me proof he wasn’t a prince.” Honestly, the thought of a little Steve and a little Bucky being best friends was something you couldn’t even imagine. Steve was warm and kind, whereas Bucky was just… not. Even in the last week you’ve spent at his house, Bucky was reserved, very much unlike his father, and mostly preferred to observe what was happening than be part of it. Despite all the attention he gets from your classmates, he actually seemed kind of shy, you thought.

As the three of you laughed at more of Steve’s stories about his childhood with Bucky, you checked your phone to see that it was nearing 6 p.m. “Oh shoot,” you exclaimed. “We’re gonna be late for the game.”

The sound of cheers and brass instruments filled your ears as the three of you found seats on the bleachers. Today was the last game of the season and your school’s team was up against one of the best teams in the area, so the stadium was much more crowded than usual. You were among the sea of red and white t-shirts, facing an equally full sea of blue and yellow, and the crowds were roaring.

Normally, you would want to skip this kind of crowded event – the dread of trying to find parking outweighed any school spirit you had. But Wanda, who was part of the yearbook committee, promised to buy you and Steve ice cream afterwards if you two would come with her and help take pictures at the end of the game. So she handed the two of you cameras, and the three of you took a bus to the stadium to avoid the parking frenzy. Anything for Wanda (but seeing Bucky play football was also a pretty good bonus).

You got to the game before the end of the second quarter, giving Wanda enough time to take a few pictures of the marching band and drill team during their routines and leaving you and Steve to sit at the bleachers in her absence. While both teams were still on break, you noticed Steve looking down at the field with a nostalgic smile and wistfulness in his eyes. “Do you ever miss playing, Steve?” you asked.

He let out a sigh before answering. “I mean yeah, kind of,” he began. “I miss playing and the guys mostly, but do I miss the amount of time it took out of my life? Absolutely not.” For the last three years, Steve was one of the stars of the school’s varsity football team, co-captains with Tony. So it was a huge surprise to everyone when he announced his absence this year in favor of taking honors English literature as well as culinary basics. He didn’t talk about football much, but clearly, he did miss it.

“Well,” you said. “Me and Wanda are glad to have you on the bleachers with us.” You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder as he leaned his own head down on top of yours. You pointed out over at the bench where the football players were as Wanda shared a laugh with Clint and Rhodey, the student medics for the football team. “She’s supposed to be taking pictures, right?” you let out a chuckle as you pulled your phone out to text her. You watched as she looked down at her phone with a chuckle, showing the message to her friends who laughed along, and the next thing you knew, she had the lens pointed up at you and Steve. She held out her hand in front of the lens to make a small heart as you and Steve reached your arms over your heads to make your own heart. You made a mental note to ask her for the picture later.

For the rest of the game, the mood on your side of the bleachers was quite festive in celebration of the big lead your team had. Bucky, Tony, and Peter were leading the offense. Everyone was chanting Peter’s name, the freshman quarterback who was supposed to be going pro after high school, but you could not keep your eyes off Bucky the entire time. The band was playing every hit they had, the cheer squad led the fans through every chant they knew and the energy was high, everyone knowing the win was secured. So by the time Wanda had come up and given you two your roles – you were to take pictures and videos of the post-game team huddle and Steve was sent to take pictures of the final touchdowns – you and Steve had lost your voices, but nodded enthusiastically.

To get the best angle of the team’s huddle, you made your way down to the drum major’s podium where head drum major Natasha was standing, giving instructions to the band in front of her who was beginning to pack up. “Hi Natasha,” you greeted her once she finished. She gave a friendly wave in response. “Do you mind if I get up there so I can get a better shot?”

She smiled and nodded as she bent down to help you up the ladder. “Sure thing,” she agreed. “Just make sure you tell Wanda to put in some good shots of me in the yearbook. I want a whole page this year.” She chuckled as you promised to relay her request, and she climbed down the stairs, reminding you to be careful as the stand was kind of wobbly.

You looked towards the football team who were all huddled right in front of the podium around Tony, who was leading the team in a very sentimental talk about how glad he was to have been the captain of such a strong team. Tony (and Steve) had led the team to become the top football team in the region for the last two years, and to say the guys on the team were grateful was an understatement. They all cheered and wrapped him in a tight embrace as they cheered for him, and when he gave Bucky a shoutout for playing extra well this season, you couldn’t help but snap a picture of the shy smile that appeared on his face. Tony ended the talk with a loud team chant as the boys erupted in applause, and laughed as Peter then immediately grabbed the nearest cooler and dumped its contents on Tony.

You cringed a little at the splash of lemon-lime Gatorade that had made its way to your shirt, but let out a laugh as you watched a Gatorade-soaked Tony chase around his teammates for hugs. This was going to be great footage for Wanda, and you were excited to share it with her.

However, as you were making your way down the podium, you felt the unmistakable slickness of Gatorade on the rung and let out a quiet “Oh shit,” as you fell past the rest of the ladder and onto a puddle of the same beverage on the ground, landing in a position that was definitely not good for your ankle or the jeans you were wearing.

Tony and one of his friends who had stayed to watch Tony’s final football huddle, Sam, who you also recognized as Bucky’s friend, were the first to come check on you. “Shit,” Tony exclaimed. “Are you okay?” He reached down to try to help you up but stopped when he noticed your swollen ankle. He turned to Sam, asking him to go get Rhodey. Sam nodded in response and ran, immediately shouting his name. At this point, Steve and Wanda who were already beginning their walk back to you heard the commotion and began running, calling your name.

By the time Rhodey, Wanda, and Steve got to you, the whole football team was looking at you in concern. Tony was standing towards the back of the group scolding a remorseful looking Peter, who dumped the cooler, about why it’s dangerous to be dumping Gatorade on people while Bucky watched the two with amusement. Rhodey knelt down beside you, removing your shoe and sock and tenderly touching the injured part of your ankle, checking for any bone fragments.

“Well it’s definitely swollen,” he diagnosed. “Did you happen to hear a crunch or anything when you fell?” He gently moved your foot around, noting how you winced at the action. You shook your head no as he continued. “Okay, that’s good. It seems like it’s just a sprain then.” Peter looked more relieved than you did, wincing when Tony swatted him on the back. Rhodey and Tony helped you to stand and move to the bench. Sam handed you an ice pack as Rhodey wrapped your foot in a bandage and gave you instructions. “Make sure not to put any weight on your foot, and ice it as much as you can. When you get home, try to keep your foot elevated. How are you getting home though?”

You heard Steve silently curse himself for not taking his car today. “We took the bus today,” you answered Rhodey. “I was just going to take the bus back home with Wanda and Steve.”

Rhodey hummed in response. “Can you call anyone to come pick you up instead?”

Wanda snapped her fingers, an idea coming to mind. She turned to Bucky with a mischievous smile and asked, “Don’t you guys live together? Why don’t you take her home?” You could see both Steve and Bucky cringe at the question, while the other boys looked on in confusion.

“You live together?” Rhodey asked with a smirk as he looked at Wanda who nodded in confirmation. “That’s perfect then. Bucky, take her home. Doctor’s orders.” The other boys murmured in agreement, still shocked at the revelation.

Your face went red as you looked over to Bucky, trying to read his face. Realizing he was outnumbered, he let out a sigh as he reluctantly agreed. The boys collectively sighed in relief, and you realized how surprised you were at how concerned about you they actually were. They all patted Bucky on the back as they started to finally disperse, promising to save him some pancakes as they made their way to the parking lot. Steve and Wanda both bid you good night, Wanda giving you a sly wink as she led a pouty Steve to the bus stop, leaving you and Bucky alone on the field.

He grabbed your camera and the rest of your belongings, slinging it over his shoulder, as he offered his hand out to you. You felt your cheeks turn pink as you put your hand in his calloused one. He helped you to stand and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist and you felt your heart race at the contact. “I can’t believe I’m missing my last IHOP night for this,” he grumbled, starting to walk.

In spite of your nervousness, you couldn’t help but let out a snort at his comment, at which Bucky glared at you. “IHOP?” you repeated. “Is the football team secretly full of theatre kids?” Bucky rolled his eyes as you teased him. “Do you guys sing songs obnoxiously loudly in front of the other customers too? In that case I can hop my way home.” Bucky’s refusal to dignify your question or your pun was betrayed by the shade of red that his cheeks turned as you let out a laugh that quickly turned into a hiss of pain as you struggled to keep up with Bucky’s pace. He stopped and turned to you, his hand slipping from your waist, but reaching up to your arm to keep you stable.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the sudden gentleness and concern in his voice catching you by surprise. For the first time tonight, you got to see him up close – the tiredness in his eyes, and the sheen of sweat still on his forehead, and his dark, disheveled hair – illuminated by the stadium lights. He must have been tired this week after staying up to tutor you every night. You couldn’t help but feel a twang of guilt in your chest.

You stammered as you replied, the nervousness creeping back up. “I- you’re walking too fast. I can’t keep up.” Once again, you were surprised to feel Bucky’s grip on your arm relax just a little as he let out a chuckle despite himself.

“Scott says the same thing to me sometimes,” he replied, shaking his head. He let go of your arm, securing your camera strap around his neck and putting your own belongings into his duffle bag as he turned his back to you and crouched down. You froze, standing on one foot, unsure of what was happening. He let out a sigh. “Well? Get on. We won’t make it to my car until tomorrow if we have to walk at your pace.” You hopped your way over, and once Bucky was sure your arms were securely around his neck and his arms under your legs, he set off and you prayed that he couldn’t feel just how fast your heart was beating behind him.

Honestly, this was not how you thought your night was going to go. Although you had been in Bucky’s car every morning since you moved in, the silence between the two of you this time was different. Comfortable, even, and you hoped he couldn’t hear how quickly your heart was beating. Both hands on the wheel, Bucky was focused on the now empty roads in front of him as he carefully drove home. You looked at him, so mesmerized by his features illuminated every so often by the warm glow of the streetlights, that you almost missed the start of your favorite song.

“So you don’t normally drive in silence?” you asked him teasingly.

“I do, actually,” he replied and you let out a quiet “oh,” before he continued. “I like silence when I’m on my way to school, it helps me think through my plans for the day. But when I’m driving at night…” he cleared his throat as if embarrassed to admit something to you.

“What about it?” You asked curiously. If the lights had brightened the car just right, you would have been able to see the blush on Bucky’s cheeks before he finally finished his thought.

“Well,” he began quietly. “It makes me feel like I’m in a movie. Especially when I drive through that tunnel.” You couldn’t help but smile as you reached up to press the button to open the moonroof in his car, drowning out his protests as you also turned the music up all the way as you entered the warmly lit tunnel.

Bucky looked at you incredulously, but couldn’t help himself from smiling as you opened the window to reach your hand out. It definitely was just like a movie and for the first time since you came into his life, he was glad to surrender his routines to you.

He didn’t bother to close the windows even after leaving the tunnel, choosing instead to continue driving with the music all the way up. You were surprised to hear quite a few of your own liked songs come on the speakers, but not as surprised as Bucky was to see how much music taste you had in common.

The rest of the drive was filled with the same wistful feeling as a coming-of-age movie, and before you realized it, he was parked in the driveway of his home. He turned off the engine and before you could attempt to wobble your way out of the car, he had opened your door and grabbed your things, assisting you once again with a soft “Let’s go.”

You wondered if this was what it would be like to come home after a date. You blushed at the thought, Bucky’s arm firmly but gently wrapped around your waist, walking you up the front steps. It was easy to imagine it, the idea of going out to a diner and talking and laughing for hours then driving together, taking all of the side streets and hitting all of the red lights just to hold onto each other’s presence just a little more. But the throbbing in your right ankle snapped you out of your imagination just in time for Bucky to get the door open.

“We’re home,” Bucky called to the dark house. “Huh,” he thought aloud. “I guess no one’s here.” He walked over to the kitchen counter to find a sticky note and a few dollar bills beside it. Bucky read the note aloud to you. “Hey kids! I went out with some friends. Congrats on the win! Buy yourselves some pizza and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed the dollar bills and started typing on his phone.

“Does he go out like that often?” you asked. Bucky nodded as he continued to search through his phone.

“Yeah, it’s normal,” he confirmed. “Is pepperoni pizza okay with you?” When you nodded he asked what drink you wanted as he finished typing in your orders before walking towards the cabinet to grab a pain killer and a glass of water, handing both to you. “I’ve sprained my ankles countless times. This helps, trust me. But it might make you a little bit sleepy.” Once you finished your water, he helped walk you upstairs to your room, promising to come back and get you once the pizza arrived.

Now in the comfort and privacy of your own room, you reach over to your nightstand drawer and pull out the letter you had written to Bucky. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like so much longer. Rereading the words you had written, you felt yourself cringing in response, and you realize just how much has changed in that time. Replacing the letter back in its envelope, you close your eyes and let out a dreamy sigh, letting yourself come back to the fantasy of you and Bucky coming home together from a date, not knowing how long it was before you fell into a slumber, still dreaming about Bucky, who in your dream was confessing to you.

When your eyes fluttered open once again, you were surprised to see a pajama-clad Bucky leaning against the doorway running a towel through his freshly washed hair. “You’re finally up,” he stated. “You hungry?” and as if on cue, your stomach let out a rumble as you sat up.

Downstairs, Bucky helped to heat up your pizza as you sat at the island watching him quietly. The TV was playing what sounded like a Harry Potter movie in the living room, but other than that and the soft hum of the microwave, it was quiet. Once again, you realized just how absurd it was that just last week Bucky turned you down, and now you were sitting in his kitchen as he prepared your dinner. Bucky’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. “You can stay in the living room if you want.” You looked up at him as he continued. “So I don’t have to keep missing my movie to see if you’ve somehow fallen and died.” You couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, surprised to see Bucky’s lip quirk up in semblance of a smile as well. After helping you to the living room, he helped prop your feet up on a few pillows and took a seat on the opposite side of the same couch.

The movie continued for a while as the two of you sat in silence before you spoke. “So are you a Harry Potter fan then?” you asked. Bucky nodded in response, not bothering to look away from the screen. “Do you like the books better or the movies?” Now he looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“The movies, actually,” he replied without hesitation. This sparked a debate that got much more heated than you anticipated and before you realized it, you and Bucky were yelling back and forth, the whole scene looking much sillier than either of you realized. You were yelling at him, still unable to really sit up, and Bucky was leaning forward to keep eye contact with you from around your foot which currently was propped up in between the two of you and careful to not move the stack of pillows.

You let out a huff. “You know what, James Barnes? You must really hate me if you think I could ever associate with anyone who thinks it was a better creative choice for Dumbledore to yell at Harry.” Bucky let out a petty laugh as you tried and failed to turn away from him.

“Sure,” he replied with a cocky grin that you wanted to smack off his beautiful face. “Well, haven’t you heard? The person you hate the most could end up becoming the one you end up loving the most.”

You were 100% sure he was just kidding, but damn, you thought. What if?

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dootznbootz · 4 months ago

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this is completely random, but i had to put this thought SOMEWHERE lollll but way back when i was in middle school i believe, i have like vague memories of reading this book series, fablehaven. and i don't really know how to describe it?

there's like, a supernatural preserve that is protected by this one family for generations, i guess is the easiest way to describe it. the preserve is huge, and amongst the many supernatural beings, it also holds this one place called The Pond, iirc. The pond circles the Faery Queen's shrine, but that's not the important part. the important part is that the pond is the Naiad's pond, although in this case, a naiad is a naiad, one you might consider siren-like, with their affinity to drowning people, which they have a lot of amusement for. they tend to drown all trespassers unless the faery queen asks them to safely escort someone to and from her shrine.

the book starts with these two kids (from the family who gaurded the preserve for generations) who know nothing abt the preserve and end up having to stay there for the summer

But thats not even the important part im sorry, i ramble to much lmaoooo

ANYWAYS.

so the burgess family is the family in charge of the preserve. and in the past, the one in charge was this guy, Patton. (the great-great-great uncle to the protagonists)

patton used to love visiting the pond, and the naiads would try to lure him to drown him, and like, he would pretend sure, that he was gonna jump in, and sometimes he'd go a little close. but he never went near enough to actually be pulled in by them. he always kept his wits about.

but he was fascinated by this one naiad, and would pay special attention to her, and ask for her name. he began to pay little attention to the other naiads, and on days she wasnt there, he left early. dude built a boathouse and a strong rowboat so that he could interact with her more closely without the threat of being tipped over, trying to cajole the naiad, Lena, into leaving the water and joining him on land. she was always unsure tho bc one. its everything shes ever known, these are her sisters, her family, and two, leaving the water meant being mortal/giving up her immortality. but patton persisted and courted her for three years, visiting her in the pond with poetry, music, and the like.

BUT ONE DAY. HE GOT TOO CLOSE WOOING LENA. AND THE OTHER NAIADS PULLED HIM IN TO BE DROWNED, DRAGGING HIS BODY TO THE BONES OF THEIR FORMER VICTIMS.

but lena had grown FOND of patton, and didnt consider his dying as entertaining, so she fought off her family and returned him to the surface. SHE LEFT, THE POND. TO MARRY HIM.

and if thats not crazy enough, the story doesnt end here.

cause they live happily together and are crazy in love, but he's mortal still yk? so he ages and dies at age 91 but she's still alive. she's accepted mortality sure but as a fallen naiad, she's still gonna be around longer. so she travels to fill her time, to fill the void, to deal with this grief. eventually she returns back to the preserve, to work there.

at some point after the kids arrival, where they face off some evil threat and win, the faeries take her back and return her to the pond, she is naiad once more. and the kids are warned not to go close to the pond bc she is lena, yes, but she's not THEIR lena anymore. returning her to the pond has returned her to naiad-instinct? if thats the word. they are warned she might call to them, but they shouldnt fall for it, bc she would drown them.

and then, through some time fuckery? patton ends up in fablehaven. this is a patton who is married to lena btw, he is not in the courting stages. anyways, they need lena's help with something and they ask patton to coax her out of the water again. and hes so HESITANT like he worries she might not want to leave again, give up immortality for a mortal life, AGAIN, which pains the guy cause he loves her. but they convince him to try and.

SHE LEAVES. THE WATER. AGAIN. SHE GIVES IT UP. A SECOND TIME.

and they tell her! that she will only have patton back for three days before he is returned to his time, and she says she would have left the pond for three minutes.

and then later she dies to save him and fablehaven, and patton goes back to his time with the knowledge of how his wife dies in the future and has to live with that i guess.

but anYWAYS. i bring this up. because i am thinking, odypen au???? tell me why the thought has consumed me

kdjf YES I'VE READ FABLEHAVEN TOO!!! (the Spinx was such a fascinating antagonist. I'll to reread to see if he holds up to what I remember.)

And I remember Lena and Patton and I have thought of them sometimes in comparison to Water Wife! :D The thought has consumed you because it is a good one >:3

#Mad rambles #throwawaybog #ask #Water Wife

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berrypass-de-murdler · 4 months ago

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71. New Age, New Murder!

With Mr. Shadow's new chipmunk-filtered voice reveal, it can no longer be taken seriously. Time for a new location!

As you know, I loved Uncle Midnight's canon design too much to change it (ty kitty belcher). So he clashes with everyone else in being 'the human'! As a human, of course, he is not actually related to the Midnights at all, but forced himself into their family after he was orphaned. Logico hates him so much!

And he only wears the above outfit in one episode, but I was too lazy to draw another one because humans are a pain in the ass to draw, so, that's his official artwork lmao

The Crystal Goddess is one of the only characters without a design yet unfortunately, but Fletch is in charge of her - I mean, there's only really so many things she can look like

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico stands close behind (and is hopelessly dwarfed by) the suddenly kindly Shadow. AWWE, HE’S SO TINY!! <3 They enter a town, and the sign reads “New Aegis - Scientifically Proven Spiritual Transcendence Guaranteed”. Nahh. Strolling through the peaceful desert town, Logico looks at the beautiful trinkets and crazy hipsters and thinks - is this where Irratino was born? It can’t be… can it? It’s TOO goat-coded.

SHADOW: Sigh… a body is in the way.

It points to it. Yep.

GAINSBORO: IT WASN’T ME I SWEAR TO YOU, IT WASN’T ME!! HONEY: I’m the mayor of your town’s SISTER! I mean brother, hehe. SHADOW: Well, you are a detective… so you can detect :3 I guess I’ll go to the crystal shop. LOGICO: OHH! >:(

Logico stumbles across a human guy stumbling out of his doorway, his eyes facing two different directions.

U.MIDNIGHT: Heyyyy, you know it!! It’s UNCLE MIDNIIIIGHT! LOGICO: You CANNOT be related to my boss. U.MIDNIGHT: Hey buddy there’s only one boss here. Damn, wow, you’re pretty small. C’mon, let’s get high. LOGICO: NO!

Uncle Midnight inhales a candle flame and passes out. Logico meets another idiot sitting at a booth.

CRYSTAL GODDESS: I AM THE CRYSTAL GODDESS! I CAN NOT ONLY TELL YOUR FORTUNE, BUT I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS!!!

Logico rolls his eye. Honey is poking around the UFO tourist attraction.

HONEY: Imagine how much publicity I can get with THIS!

Logico goes by his friend Bookie instead.

LOGICO: And where were you? GAINSBORO: NOT BY THAT RESTAURANT!!!!!!!

He frantically points to a restaurant called ‘Kitschy Kitschy Killing’.

GAINSBORO: I WENT TO A PLACE LIKE THAT ONCE AND… AAAAAAHHH! JUST LOOKING AT IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT. [runs away screaming]

Logico presumes that Bookie was not there. Trying to piece clues together, he has another flashback of sadness.

IRRATINO: Wanna know something HILARIOUS? LOGICO: No… IRRATINO: Watch watch - this is a complete sentence - ‘Ruin runes ruin ruin runes.’ RIGHT?! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Logico is not having it.

IRRATINO: Hey… if you ever get to a place called ‘New Aegis’. Look for metal in the dry well. You’ll know what I mean. [wink]

Logico just wants to eat him. WHY MUST HE BE DEAD?

It was the dumbass Mayor Honey! Again.

HONEY: What?! What secret could I possibly have? LOGICO: Look, you’re obviously the same Mayor Honey from my hometown, and you clearly got the idea of claiming to be another person from Cosmonaut Bluski. HONEY: WHAT?! BUT I’VE NEVER HEARD OF EITHER OF THESE PEOPLE!! LOGICO: You JUST said that the ‘original’ Mayor Honey is your brother.

Logi slaps his Murdle grid on the ground to let them figure it out, and leaves. Wait, somebody wanted to show him something. Right?

The end!

Damn you Uncle Midnight why must you be so hard to draw you're one of my favorite characters

Can't wait to see the Crystal Goddess lmao. She's GOT to have more of a role in the later books... right??

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

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xx-burn1ng-h0ll0w-xx · 2 years ago

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I FINALLY FINNISHED THE STORY AND THE DESIGNS 4 THE BOYS IN THE AU

fhfhfhfh this took so longgg,,, and i really hope this gets enough attention,,, I spent like a week on all of this so pleaseplease read everything,,, and forgive me for my bad storytelling,, I'm not a good writer-

The Lore for the Au

Now everything may sorta seem the same, but alot of the characters have went through a lot of gruesome things. Audrey, even though it seemed like she had a happy ending, it wasn't how it actually happened. She went completely insane after going into the loop, and barely surviving.

The book that Audrey had however, that carried the loop and everybody inside of it, ended up collecting dust, and rewrote itself entirely. Making the loop no more, and the world finally rebuilt itself entirely, and The Ink Demon made sure of it. After what he went through, so many times before, he came to a realization that it was pointless to fight, or make people fear him. So he made sure that the studio, and the city was safe for everybody to reside in. But he knew that people would still fear him, no matter what he did to change. So he hid, deep inside the studio, rebuilt his hidden throne, and stayed out of sight, for the rest of his existence.

But, after some time, he was found, by a young boy. Axel. The Ink Demon learned to care for him, and eventually became known as his guardian.

Hhh that took a lot of effort, now time 2 introduce the main boys and their designs, I'll post more characters as soon as i get the ask box officially open,, but until then enjoy what all I have for these guys!!

The Ink Demon

The main man himself, now in this au he's very similar to the cannon games. Except he's just a cranky dad and has to babysit Axel 24/7. He can still change into Bendy and Beast Bendy, but it's not all the time he'll do it. The Ink Demon prefers to go by his title, and he'll only allow Sammy and Axel to call him by the nicknames he has for them. (Lord, father, yknow the basic father-son and weird uncle thing)

The Ink Demon may be a cranky old bitch, but he cares for Axel and Sammy, even though he may not seem like it. Him and Axel have a very good father and son bond, and they care about eachothers well being. Sammy is annoying as hell to him, but he's basically the only person that doesn't run away screaming at him.

He's still very powerful here, he can phase through walls, talk telepathically to some people, but he can actually speak in the au too. The Ink Demon's bottom jaw can open up into two, and his teeth can also spike into sharp fangs.

And as you have already noticed, his left eye is a little infected, he's not so sure what it is, but he refuses to actually do anything about it, other than just not wiping the dripping ink out of it (which also makes the infection WORSE,, but he doesn't give a fuck lmao)

Sammy Lawrence

Time for everybody's second favorite, the crazy ink prophet, Sa m m y. (Cw for mentions of death and some crazy shit)

Now Sammy is also about the same in this au, still a crazy psychotic muscle man. But now that Axel showed up, he's kinda like the weird uncle that everybody has to deal with.

Sammy also suffers from psychosis, and he's very delusional (same) he constantly forgets things, and he's lost alot of his memory. And he's been like this for awhile, even before the pocket dimension of the studio went kinda bonkers. And Joey used this to his advantage with Sammy. Literally posing as Bendy, and making him do his bidding.

As time went on, Sammy went crazy, and made an entire cult in the studio. Practically making sacrifices and killing most of the people working with him, before he eventually killed himself and ended up in the loop with everybody else.

Sammy did eventually find The Ink Demon and Axel. And thinks he's like some sort of priest there???? But he's calmed down, a little-

Axel

Now time 4 my boy, or well my self insert lol

Before he ended up in the loop, Axel lived in a very troubled household. Though he had a very nice house and was able to get around the town he lived in, he delt with a very abusive father. He had to go through alot of very messed up stuff from him, and it ended up just completely ruining him.

After getting completely fed up with what he went through, he ran off, and completely changed his identity (kinda why he's trans now lol) But after realizing he had nowhere else to go, he went out to look for a job, and found Joey Drew Studios. He was hired almost instantly after showing off his art abilities and got straight to work.

Some time passed and he ended up in a very risky situation with Sammy. He struggled to keep himself from getting hurt, but Sanmy completely chopped off his leg, and then, you guessed it, he died. But surprisingly he ended up at the loop with the ink demon.

It took some time for The Ink Demon to warm up and a lot of attempts to prove Axel wasn't another person to fear him, but eventually The Ink Demon learned to sorta trust Axel.

GRHRHRH THATS FINALLY OVER WITHHH WHOOO!!!!! FJDJDJ I REALLY HOPE U GUYS SORTA LIKE IT,,, I TRIED MY BEST ON EVERYTHING,, I DONT WANT IT TOO SEEM UNORIGINAL BC THIS IS A BIG PERSONAL PROJECT OF MINE THAT I HAD FOR A LONG ASS TIME,,, ANYWAYS ILL SEE U GUYS LATERRRR,,, THANKS 4 BEING PATIENT WITH ME!!!!!

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years ago

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Me: time to do important applications

My brain: or……… You can go on Tumblr.

While I’m here, how about some life updates:

I have a few job interviews coming up, and no matter how many times I do these, nerves are so fucking real.

Also, whoever developed the idea that my best friend and I had to go to meetings that last from 12 to 3 with like really short breaks, and then there was one that lasted from 12 to 6, in order for us to keep our college scholarships because fucking capitalism should burn. i’m just happy she’s there, because we text each other and gossip about the really annoying people at the meeting. Like that one girl that keeps interrupting me.

I went on a date like two weeks ago with a real life girl. Crazy I know, my love life has been nonexistent for months. And crazily enough, after the date, she still wanted to speak to me. She’s really sweet though, and we may or may not have stayed up a few times till 4 AM just talking and no matter what happens, it has 100% been really nice to get to know her. My friends seem to like her though so that’s a plus. We are absolute dorks with each other and it’s just a vibe.

My vacation was also very nice. We stayed at this little condo by the beach because my friends uncle has money. And it was lovely, it had a nice balcony where you could hear the ocean below. Plus I just got to sit around and do nothing but gossip with my friend and watch random YouTube videos with her. Plus gossip with her mom who is one of the funniest women I’ve ever met in my life.

I’m also trying to get back into reading which has been nice. I’m trying to get through this book of short stories about various meet cutes.

I think that’s about all the stuff going on in my life. Have you been surviving the difficult January? Did those people end up crossing those boundaries that you set continuously? if the answer is yes, drop their location, I will have to “take care of some… Business.“ Preferably with the use of sharp objects.

Song rec: this used to be one of my favorite songs when I was younger. https://music.apple.com/us/album/hoja-en-blanco/27064339?i=27064315

OKAY WAIT BUT THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS GIMME A SECOND OMG.

Interviews are the fucking worst. I hate them too. But also as someone who conducts interviews, remember being confident is literally the most important part. And you are a confident badass bitch. You got this.

Also adulthood is literally attending super long mandatory meetings that shouldn't exist. Welcome to the hellhole :)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A DATE. Also screaming at you saying "real life girl" and clarifying it lmao so valid. People you can easily talk to, feel comfortable around, and make you laugh are the best kind of people. I like her already.

I'm so so so glad you got to go on vacay. I wish we can eternally be on vacay and not work smh. I haven't read anything yet. I'm hoping to read at least a couple of books a month so send me your motivation I need it!

January has been okay. I just keep focusing on my tasks and getting them done as usual. But I'm kinda tired and it's ridiculous because it's like only mid January???? As for the people who kept crossing boundaries and overworking me, I'm actually quitting. My contracts (yes i have three contracts with them that's how much work i do for this one fucking client) end in March and I'm gonna ask them not to renew them because I'm so tired of their bullshit. I might keep one of them because I genuinely enjoy that project but let's see if they let me keep it hehe.

And the song rec was a vibe. Here is a song i listened to a lot as a kid and I still do. It's an Arabic song and just an absolute bop.

#lily pad

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I went to see my uncle John in hospital earlier on. He’s 72 and he had a stroke a month back, and another one a few days ago.

After the first stroke, he seemed to be recovering and he could go back home. But then the second one occurred and he was landed in hospital again. And, now he can’t speak, or communicate with the nurses, and he can’t squeeze your hand.

My uncle is six foot four and has always been a rollicking talker. He worked as a journalist and then as an academic for most of his life. Rarely did he ever shut up. He had a booming acerbic voice. And so to see him lying in a hospital bed and not able to speak was strange and upsetting. And what made it worse was that he was trying to speak. He recognised me as his nephew and kept trying to produce words but he wasn’t able to do it.

His partner Myrna was there. And she said something like, “They were playing Bob Dylan songs for him earlier, but the speakers have gone now.” So I said, “I have Bob Dylan on my phone!” And I took my phone out and put Dylan tracks on for John. And when he heard them he became a little animated and murmured – so you could tell that he recognised them.

Altogether, it was really sad. But at least I could go and see him whilst he was still alive.

I was actually thinking about him recently after his first stroke: how he is the only person I know who is a bigger Bob Dylan fan than I am. And, lately, I’ve been watching that scene at the end of No Direction Home, on repeat: you know when he goes onto stage and a ‘fan’ yells out “Judas!” at him? And many people in the audience clap. And, instead of absorbing the insult, Dylan says to them, “I don’t believe you. You’re a liar,” before turning back to his bandmates and shouting at them, “Play it fucking loud!” He then launches into ‘Like A Rolling Stone’. One of the best tracks of all time. Sings it anyway despite all of the abuse.

Looks like my uncle John won’t last much longer. The nurses said that if you lose your speech and movement after a stroke it is unlikely that you will recover. I’ll miss him.

We used to have good conversations about books too. Like Dylan, he is one of the few people I know that have read similar literature to me. And so it was enjoyable to speak to him about those texts. Another ‘literary nerd’ to speak to.

And he also wasn’t perfect. As a man. There are many other crazy stories about him. He was not a 100% angel. But, when something happens to a family member, all of those bad bits tend to evaporate and you realise you should have concentrated on the good parts all along. And I know lots of people will feel the same way as I do vis a vis him. He’s still alive, as far as I know, as I type at 00:38 in my bedroom, and the hospital isn’t that far away from where I live. So I still hope that by some miracle he can get his speech back and live a few more years.

Only, just wanted to say a few words about him.

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treadmilltreats · 9 months ago

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Until.... The best word in the universe

Every morning, I have a routine. When I first wake up, I give thanks to God for waking me up and for all I have. Then, while I am getting ready and on my way to the gym, I listen to motivational YouTube videos.

It's what gets my day started, giving thanks, listening to a moving word, and getting my ass moving on the treadmill. This is my perfect start to my mornings.

So this morning, I was listening to Jim Rohr as he was giving a seminar. He asked, "How long would you give your baby to learn how to walk?"

He went on to say that people said,'What are you crazy? What kind of time limit would you give a baby to learn how to walk?"

Of course, you can ask any mother, and they would say, "Until they learn, duh!"

Until is a funny word. It's an amazing word that means you're going to keep going. It means you're not going to give up. It means that you are going to read that book until you get it. It means that you're going to go to those seminars until you grasp it. You're going to study until you learn it. It means you're not going to give up until it's done!

Don't miss the chance to learn, to grow, or to chance. If you give up too soon, you will never know what you could have been, what you could have done or achieved.

Ask yourself, have you done all you can? Did you get back up after you got knocked down? Or did you keep fighting until you had nothing left, not even one drop of energy left?

Or did you give up because it was too hard?

So many people want the prize without the title fight. They want the belt without putting in the endless training. If you read my blog, you know I am a huge boxing fan, and I give a lot of boxing references because it's true. Boxers train, they run, they study others training styles, they watch what they eat. They eat, sleep, and become boxing. That is how they become a champ. No one is just going to hand them a belt, they will have to be knocked down many times, they will be beaten to a pulp until they get better but trust and believe they will not quit, not until....

Until they win the golden gloves, until they get to their title fight... until they are holding the belt up in the air, hearing Michael Buffer say, "The new heavyweight champion of the world is....."

He will not quit, not until that day comes...

So today, my friends, how many of you gave up too soon? Threw in the towel when it got tough? Yelled uncle when you got knocked down? You could have had the belt, but you quit too soon.

So my advice to you out there who may say to me, "Well, you're not a New York Times bestselling author, or your dreams are too big. When are you going to give it up already?"

My answer is until...

Until I am....

Until I reached my dreams....

Until I'm dead....

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thesecretattic · 1 year ago

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I had made this… a WRITTEN SCREENBOARD and collage too, it doesn’t have Spoilers I have concealed everything as much as I could but I have shared what people could’ve expected to read there, those ILLITERATE IMBECILES are ASSUMING/SAYING the book only has “coincidences” or signs I REALLY wanted them to know this before committing Sui-cde I didn’t write 81000 words for nothing. I have to die before I go crazy I’m going mad due to him I have shared a link below Facebook: Zara Sauleh 7th Post from top which has about his and his friend’s OCD he asked for my personal details only to reject and insult me or what? Not talking about Aditya uncle no one cares about him it was HARSH who was pretending to be him go read that post! Even after 8 years he was so insensitive that he left me to die after ruining my life ever since I was 18-20 all my youth! I’m dy-ing a virgin I’ll keep repeating until my last breath I would’ve changed my gender if I would’ve been alive BECAUSE OF HOW HORRIBLE HE WAS as if I wasn’t a girl and rest everyone was that. He was impotent not me. And go through our signs (marriage one’s too) in all of my previous posts with screenshots and markings 23rd May, 2023 what was supposed to be my marriage number was the blackest day of my life so was 5th Mar he has ruined every significant date, started his drama on my parent’s wedding anniversary my mother and his mother share their birthdates too. There’s a lot more, my brother and his brother our fathers share so many similarities and I didn’t dig out any info I’ve written that in my book SS go find it. Never was a fan haven’t switched on the tv since 2015 BECAUSE OF HIM the tv has also spoilt now due to non-usage, go ask the service provider we threw the set top box (Airtel) ask them when the connection was stopped. Remove my details from Netflix n Prime office I don’t watch anything there either and GO SEE IF I HAVE EVER CREATED an account on VOOT I have NO ACC there. Like I said I haven’t seen him since Feb 2016 that too on social media I NEVER went on any of their profiles and FB office will reveal that my history is there. His fanclub came and liked but To prevent that also I had kept my notifications OFF I accidentally clicked on it after that Insta changed the notification panel and shifted to the top cuz I got a panic attack. Could be a wonderful stroke of luck or idk another girl too had complained about something and they’d made amends. He thinks ppl are taking his side? Unfortunately I’m dy-ing after this I was up all night crying waiting for daytime to put this and die it was a big decision (sharing this here) so I needed more time to think whether I should… and I decided to blur out certain things. I wanted to SHUT their ug-ly mouths it’s a slap there. Now finally bye forever “oversmart” ppl- Zara Sauleh

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Hello! How are you? Can you do head-canons for the bros (and in-undateables if you want) with a teen MC (like 13-16) pls? Like how they act when they meet them, how they act now, specific head-canons like that y’know? ONLY PLATONIC OR FAMILY-LIKE RELATIONSHIPS no romantic or sexual ones because that’s ✨gross✨ Anyway, thank you for your time and if you don’t want to do this I completely understand! Have a nice day lovely!😘

This ones so sweet so I honestly can’t wait to get started. Hope yer having a great day, love x

FYI: let’s say Belphie wasn’t trapped in the attic for this HC just to make it so that he didn’t murder a child-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to Teen MC

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Lucifer

When he first chose you for the exchange program, he kind of expected someone... older?

But instead here you were, another chihuahua

To his surprise, you had your calm moments but you also had your energetic moments where you and Mammon would cause problems upon problems around the house

To say you got annoying quickly would be an understatement, but weirdly, he saw you as his own kid and he did anything to protect you

If you were upset, he was straight at your side with a cup of hot chocolate and asking who made you upset, just like a worried parent would

He felt so relieved when after a couple months passed you began to calm down and sit with him and just talk about life and how you’re handling RAD

The first time you gave him a hug he was genuinely surprised and wasn’t sure what to do but he honestly could’ve cried

Mammon

As soon as he saw you he just went straight to the chihuahua jokes. He loved your size cause it meant he could use you as his arm rest whenever he wanted

Immediately took you under his wing and became an older brother figure to you, keeping you safe and rarely letting anyone touch you

He’s like the cool older brother you’ve always wanted who buys you little gifts every now and again as a surprise and makes you laugh all the time

He loves how energetic you are and how much fun you two have together tormenting his brothers

Seeing you sad is something he never wants to see, and I can promise you that sadness will not last long with Mammon by your side

Any type of affection you give him makes him so so happy, like hearing a child say their first word

Honestly though, he likes the chill side of you too where you two can just sit back, watch a movie and say “it’s you” at every unattractive character the both of you come across

Leviathan

Children really wasn’t his thing and he was not expecting to have to look after the exchange student

But after a while, you turned out to be pretty cool since you two shared a lot of hobbies together and you even cosplay with him on certain occasions

He’s a literal older brother figure to you and it makes him elated to have you as his Henry

You two shop for endless useless crap on Akuzon together and get yelled at by Lucifer for blocking the entrance with all the boxes

He’s comfortable around you, especially as you eventually began to calm down and the only thing you wanted to do was stay up all night and laze around in his bedroom all day

If you were ever sad, he’ll quickly turn on your favourite anime or movie and wrap you up in a huge blanket. He never wants to see you upset

You may have given him a heart attack the first time you hugged him though but he was so close to crying, it may’ve been the best day of his life

Satan

Energetic short stack as the new exchange student? No thanks

Sort of just attempted to avoid you the first couple days but you kept on following him, asking him so many questions

But after a while, he began to gradually warm up to you and even shared some of his books with you and read them to you when you had trouble sleeping

The bond he has with you isn’t exactly brotherly, it’s more like the chill uncle that gives you extremely old shit that you never knew you needed

He lowkey protects you with his life though. If someone says something mean to you, he’s the first person who’s at your aid

If you’re upset, he’ll sort that problem out super fast. You won’t be sad on his watch

Didn’t know how to respond the first time you gave him a hug so he pat your head and then it kinda stuck so now whenever you hug him, he gives your head a gentle pat

Asmodeus

Nobody really thought having you around Asmo was a good idea, but actually, you two weren’t a bad match

He definitely without a doubt had that favourite gay brother vibe where he’d dress you up pretty and talk to you about relationships and emotions

He always made you feel good about yourself and made it his mission to never see you sad or lonely

If you ever were, he’ll be like your personal servant until you weren’t. Gifts, words of affirmation, quality time, he’d do anything to see you stay happy

Brought you gifts home occasionally and asked you to try them on if the gift was clothes or accessories and let you try his perfume and lip gloss from time to time

Seeing you gradually grow as you became more comfortable with his brothers and him was such a proud moment for him

He gave you the biggest hug back when you first gave him a hug, he was so excited

Beelzebub

Same with Asmo, nobody thought it was a good idea being around him, especially with his tendencies to eat just about anything

But he was alright with you, he walmed up to you pretty quick and soon took you under his wing like he had another little sibling to look after

Brought you snacks whenever you asked him to and made sure you had a smile on your face constantly

He got so worried if you were upset and even got a little upset himself, so he’d spent more time with you and tell you how great you are until you were happy

If you asked him to, he’d lift you up onto his shoulders and walk around with you just to hear you laugh and feel so tall compared to all the others

Watching you settle down from being this once energetic kid to a calmer one was heartwarming to him and he now enjoys nothing more than sitting back, sharing snacks and throwing popcorn into your mouth when you two watch a movie

He actually cried when you hugged him, no joke, this man was close to sobbing

Belphegor

Another annoying chihuahua around? He’ll pass...

It’s not like he ever actually sees any of his brothers anyway since he sleeps so much, but you just wouldn’t leave him alone for some reason

Sometimes he’d unknowingly wake up to you on the opposite side of the bed after joining him in a nap or on the floor playing on your phone waiting for him to wake up so you could talk to him

After a while, he sort of just got used to you being around him and even enjoyed waking up to find you laying on the ground on your phone

Sometimes you were a bit too energetic for his liking but spending the nights awake with you were always his favourite parts of the day

Once he found you sat in a ball on his floor crying and he’d never gotten up from a nap faster as he sat next to you with a blanket, continuously telling you jokes until you finally smiled

Wasn’t too bothered about you hugging him for the first time, he just smiled, pat your head and went back to sleep

Diavolo

Never expected such a young person to be the new exchange student but he welcomed you with open arms either way

He found it interesting how you didn’t fear any of them at first glance so visited you often to check up on you

Eventually Diavolo visited every day, asking you about RAD and life in the Devildom and even brought you cakes that Barbatos made sometimes

He became a dad figure to you, protecting you and giving you special Prince privileges like allowing you to come over any time you liked

Couldn’t stand the days you came over with a frown on your face from having a bad day at RAD and made sure you were totally comfortable and happy by his side for the rest of the day

It was always a pleasure to see you come over with Barbatos by your side and smile so widely when you see him, it made his heart ache

He may’ve gotten too excited when you first hugged him and squeezed you a bit too hard. The man hasn’t hugged anyone in a while though so can you blame him?

Barbatos

Never expected a human this young to pop out of the portal

But like everybody else, he accepted you as part of the Devildom now and was the very first person to send you a welcome text

He slowly began to become interested in you and visited from time to time; bringing round treats that he’d made at the castle

Schedules little cooking days with you and Luke and loves how you both help him in the kitchen and adores how much you smile when you apply icing to your cakes

Becomes the person you go to when you have something on your mind and he normally drops everything when you come to visit just so he can talk to you

Seeing you sad makes him sad too, so he helps you as best as he can, no matter what he was previously doing. You’re what’s most important right now

Hugs aren’t particularly his thing but a hug from you always makes his day so much better

Simeon

Another child? He’s sorta glad it’s not him who has to look after you since he already has Luke

Well in the end, he sorta does mainly look after you after the amount of times you visit him unannounced

He’s without a doubt the sweet and accepting dad figure to you as he always listens and he understands and he always knows how to cheer you up

You won’t be sad for long with him by your side, he’s just got that vibe about him. It’s imposible to stay upset

Takes you to little cafés when you’re sad and likes to join you and Luke when you’re cooking with Barbatos

Gets emotional when he sees you grow to become apart of every ones life and become so at home and attached to everyone around you

He’ll never forget that first hug you gave him, it reminds him of when Luke gives him one when he gets lonely so he loved every second of it

Solomon

Started to tease you straight away. It can’t be helped when you’re almost the same size as Luke

Never expected to get so close to you and now he’s willingly to protect you with his life. Crazy

You can’t stay sad when he’s around, it’s not possible. He knows exactly how to cheer you up and doesn’t stop until he sees that frown of yours disappear

Comes to visit you once in a while when he has time just to cause trouble around the house and piss off the brothers and chat with you and Asmo

Now Solomon is the definition of cool uncle. He’ll show you shit that’ll make your day, bring you gifts and stupid unnecessary items and just make you laugh so hard that your stomach will hurt

Still teases you from time to time and you become his arm rest for the rest of the year, but on the plus side, he teleports you to the human world to get icecream

Never thought he’d see the day where he’d get a hug, especially from you, so he made it last as long as he could. It felt nice to be appreciated

Luke

Unsurprisingly, you two got along straight away, I mean, two short people in the Devildom gotta stick together, right?

Pretty much began to live at eachothers house with the amount of times you two would visit

Protects you from the demons at least twice a day and tries his best to swat away Solomon and Mammon from leaning on your head

Becomes your new younger brother and he’ll do anything to keep you safe as well as happy and laughing

His heart hurt when he sees his new friend sad, so he asks Simeon if he could take the two of you to get your favourite treats and he’s relieved when he sees you smile again

His favourite days are when you two bake cakes with Barbatos, he likes hanging around with you because you make everything more fun

Couldn’t believe it when you hugged him for the first time and couldn’t help hugging you tighter so it was like watching two little kids see eachother for the first time in months

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me dateables

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ren-therose · 4 years ago

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Mornings Like These

Dad!Peter Parker X Mom!Reader

Summary: Peter and you are parents, raising your kids out of your home and the rebuilt Avengers Headquarters. Needless to say, your kids came with some...unique quirks.

WC: 1.3k words

Warning: Minor FATWS spoiler, Mentions sex, but mostly just cute kids and fluffy parent content

A/N: So, I am a nanny, if you can't tell by my depth of detail. The family I currently am working for has a baby and a elementary kid, and they are both SUPER CRAZY. So much energy, so much love, and a little mischief. The baby is crazy strong and a busy bee, while the brother is non-stop moving. I love my kids so much, and they were my inspiration for this.

Big, chocolate eyes were looking up as you, while you wiggle your fingers. Two small hands reached out to your index fingers, gripping on tightly as you smiled down at the baby laying below you. He was wearing a red Spider-man onesie, no doubt one of many your team had gifted you. You probably had at least 12 Spider-man related onesies, but you didn't mind. Benji held quite a resemblance to his father. His hair was a little lighter, but his curls were quite prominent on the back of his head. His eyes, so big and warm, reminded you so much of your husbands, the way his lashes would flutter when he sleeps.

But the thing that he really resembled was how strong this baby was. A lot of people don't realize how strong babies are, ultimately underestimating them. You were right not underestimate his strength, except he is no ordinary baby. As he laid on his changing table, gripping your finger, the two of you faced off before the daily struggle you would both face.

It started with poking him all over, getting him to relax. He loved it when you played with his feet, nibbling all over his toes and up to his chucky thighs. You would blow on his tummy, making him laugh and grab your hair. When you were loose from his grip, you would then carefully unsnap his onesie, trying to be discreet with your actual intention. He continued to wiggle his way out, which ultimately helped in your favor. Now was the difficult, free of his restraints, he started rolling around, not unlike an alligator, as he attempted to make his escape. When you turned to grab a new diaper, he made his move, practically launching himself off the table. Quick reflexes wasn't your superpower, in fact, you didn't even have one. Your dad thought it was funny calling himself a mechanic, but you soon inherited his title. But when you became a parent, some type of spider-sense developed in you too, and you became even more inept with catching babies and hurtling objects.

Speaking of spidey-senses, Peter suddenly appeared in the doorway, his own brown curls slightly matted to his face, as though he had just been running.

"Did you catch him?" he panted, looking frantically for the baby. You turned around, revealing that the baby was holding onto your arm like a sloth. He was smiling like he had just succeeded in a heist, which in a way, he did- he stole our hearts (cheesy but true). Peter laughed as he walked over to the dangling baby, grabbing him and the diaper from your hands. "I am so sorry, I was trying to get the spider monkey off the walls and ready for daycare." He glanced back at you to see your response. You quirked your brow up, leaning your head to the side. "Dressed?"

Peter turned back to Benji, pulling his onesie back on the happy baby and holding him out to you. "No, but I got this one changed!"

You groaned, wishing that Peter wouldn't always be so sweet on the kids, but you knew that even you weren't immune from their love and charm.

"Toni! Get your butt in here NOW!" You yelled, marching down the hall to the other room. As you were walking, you felt someone drop behind you. Turning around, you saw your oldest smiling at you with a toothless grin. "Hi mommy."

"Girl, if you don't get into your clothes now, we are going to have a problem," you say cooly, ruffling your daughters hair as she ran past into her room.

"Daddy said that I could go with him to the tech lab today!" Toni beamed, but the look you had on your face was not one of excitement. Turning around, you caught Peter trying to sneak by you with the baby, but you had already caught up to him.

"What did you tell Toni about going to the tech lab?" you hissed. Peter jokingly covered the babies ears, whispering back "I couldn't think of anything else! She wouldn't get down."

You scooped Benji from his arms, strumming your finger back and forth across his tummy, eliciting a laugh from the baby. Kissing his chubby cheeks, you sighed as you used your other hand to pull Peter in by the collar of his shirt.

"You are gonna fix this problem, because I checked our schedule and we will have about an hour of free time at work, but if you take her to the tech lab, she won't leave us alone," you defended, leaning into his lips. His hand met your back as he kissed you with a little more force than usual. Times of passion and heated kisses grew slim, but were a special task when given the chance.

"Fine. But only because office sex sounds great," he grumbles against your ear, before smacking your ass and walking away. You yelp as you turn watch him enter Toni's room, hearing her squeal as he picks her up and starts tickling her.

"That wasn't the offer!" you call out, hearing him playfully roar at Toni.

You roll your eyes, happy that he was so good with handling both of the kids. You kissed benji once more on his squishy cheeks, going into the kitchen, thinking about the rest of your day.

Baby on your hip, you started brewing coffee and making everyone's breakfast. Everyone had a pretty set breakfast when it came to their weekday routine. You would make coffee and bagels for you and Peter while the baby stayed on your hip. As the bagels toasted, you would get out the cereal and milk for Toni to pour herself. Then you would strap the baby in their high chair with a bottle of milk, while you did up the bagels. Setting the bagels down on the counter, you would go back to the coffee maker, pouring sugar and creamer in mugs with the coffee (Peter never grew out of his love for sweet coffee). By the time the coffee hit the counter where three chairs were placed, set for two adults and one kid, they were filled by you, your husband and your daughter. You on the edge with the baby, feeding him squeeze pouches, soft bars and yogurt (he was a hungry baby), while you leaned over to read Peters latest file. As your head rested on his arm, he kisses the top of your head before taking a sip of the coffee you made. When you looked over at Toni, she was coloring a Captain America picture, while eating her cereal.

"Baby, who is that for?"

"It's for Uncle Sam! Look, I made him brown!"

You almost spit out your coffee, and Peter choked on his bagel. You both turned to look at the coloring page and stifled a laugh. It was indeed Captain America, but it was of Steve, not Sam. Well, it would have been of Steve if she hadn't colored him with a brown crayon.

You went over and ruffled her again, the curls frizzing out a little more. Plopping a kiss on her forehead while you squished her face, you smiled at her art.

"You know, that might actually be Uncle Steve."

"You know, the one I defeated when I met your mom for the first time," Peter interjected. You shot him a warning look as he stuck his tongue out at you. You looked through the book, trying to find Sam as Captain America, he was towards the back of the book, probably because of his rebranding. It had only been a decade or so that he was Cap, while Steve was Cap for 80 years or something.

Pointing to the page, you said "Do you want to color this one for him too?"

Toni nodded eagerly as she began drawing again. As you walked back over to your seat, you stopped behind Peter and wrapped your arms around his chest. He rested his head against your chest as your hair fell around his face.

"We are so showing Sam when we get to work," Peter snickered.

"Bucky might pee himself," you laugh.

#peter parker #spiderman #spiderdad #peterparker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker dad #parents #kids #parent au #baby #daughter and son #mcu #marvel #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader

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borkthemork · 3 years ago

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The Older One Gets, The Harder The Youth Fall

When Hopediah was eight, he threw coins into a pond. The pond itself wasn't impressive, just a few feet deep that muddied to his knees, but within this pond he befriended his reflection.

He noted the glimmers of color. It was a rainbow of green from the tufts of grass and lily pad scattered around him. And when he looked up his reflection did the same thing.

Because he stared up at his Hop Poppity and how he stood near the white fences. At how he plucked newsletters from the mail. Wondered truly if he could ever become someone just like his old man.

And his reflection told him squat — not even a pinch — when his Pa walked away.

It was funny too, because Hopediah read those letters once. Back then, all he knew from those letters were pure gibberish. None of the words made a lick of sense except for the royal foot symbol on the broach, and nothing in the books told him much about what it all meant.

So when he went to bed, snuggled up under the roar of thunderstorms, the floorboards creaked from beyond his door — and he knew his Poppity read those letters too. He knew what the words were. What they all meant.

For those letters became the ashes in the fireplace. Soot dark as the night. As the blackened cave entrances.

No one questioned it, never gave a peep of their grainy existence. He tried once, and all his Pa could say was of few words.

Busy work, Hopediah, adult work.

After that — nothing.

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Hopediah had seen his fair share of crazy before then. He had worked on a farm filled to the brim with family, from the burliest turnip farmer to the slimiest egg. Of course he did!

He experienced hard work from the day he started kicking.

He wrestled up in the crack of dawn. He'd wash dishes, pull the weeds, sew his sock holes with sack fabric. No one said nothing, no one said awful prayers when the weather got chilly. And he'd look through his window and spot his Hop Poppity out in harsh sunlight, repairing the fences after tilling the fields.

And he repaired those fences good as new, with a few scratches to his skin.

Never said a word about it hurting.

As with the Plantar family, the wood walls gathered dust. Among the centipede invasions and swamp storms, new picture frames decorated the living space. One picture had frazzled aunts and uncles. A kitchen held his once-Ma's cutlery, and had them shined to perfection.

He passed these many halls and was told he was nothing but a bright-eyed kid — with too many shoes to fill.

Yet Hopediah was bright-eyed enough to find himself at a college with duffel bags on his shoulders, with his family farm imprinted on a photograph, all nestled up in his shirt breast pocket. And Hopediah never looked back. He thought himself a dreamer that could conquer all. Never dying, never bleeding his heart out for nothing.

He stopped the letters to his Poppity. Instead his actor's arm spoke to shindigs, late night hoe downs in the lone barns where the singing rang loud and bruised his hips till day.

His college townies dished out their theatrics, their spite toward authority, light stubble on their youthful chins as they spouted poetry upon soapboxes. The campfires were loud back then. They crackled with a fierceness like snapping mantis claws, with the softness of adults who didn't want to get caught.

They knew the toad guards patrolled the bogs at unholy hours; they knew one wouldn't leave this place alive if they'd gotten caught.

And in the bogs, Hopediah was around peers.

Adult peers.

And these adults loathed the toads. Loathed them to heck and back.

They whispered over the incursions into the swampy east, the continued taxation and the breakouts in the north. People brought on opinions that could've given them a first seat to the Great Beyond. Frogs alike all swore they felt angels when they cursed their king out.

The head adult, paranoid much, made them sign their silence.

And Hopediah crossed his fingers when he wrote down his name. He wanted to live back then.

Years later, the tax collectors turned into armies. They rounded up leaders somewhere deep within the mountain ranges, sent out newsletters of approval, and Hopediah saw his campus get cleaned out. Old friends and old teachers brought plenty goodbyes to the table.

The last farewell to end it off was of the degree left unsaid. Or the fact he started writing to his Poppity again.

Because he thought of war and what it all meant — and how much his Poppity would smack him for "playing adult" again.

Because his darling boy signed the draft.

First months passed. He trudged through the murkiest bogs, and slipped through the grassiest turfs. He worked alongside frog folk with the same scratches on their elbows — the same stubble on their chins — as they made their way through territories to establish settlement.

They all feared being eaten, pounced upon by acid spit and horrific gag reflex by toads who didn't know when to quit. Yet as they told ghost stories of the war and joked about being buried down under, Hopediah never worried about being caught. Nor being killed.

Because he knew that Bilgewater's army wouldn't pass by them.

The army had taken a detour, forged a clean left into hillock territory; all this information courtesy of a single messenger fly he intercepted way up high in the canopy weaves.

And he wasn't supposed to tell nobody. Better to let Bilgewater press on than suspect anything mean and no good, and Hop Pop sweated under his pores — ate the last of the bin's slop like adults do, all gone tizzy with the newly opened grog from the wooden crates.

Felt the wanting to go home.

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Sometime after the war, he made mistakes. Not mistakes truly but new beginnings, and Hopediah found himself attending to a kid who married and threw a fit over tradition. Then that kid and their love wedded in the town square, with jugs tooting the sky with song and a heck of a lot of promises to survive.

Then the basement became reminders of more mistakes.

Reminders that he done nothing.

Years would pass before Hop Pop truly took a gander at the basement again. It wasn't until a gangly creature lived inside the dusty remnants did he decide to help spruce the place up. And of course, he tried not to think of the cellar furnace and how his grandkids warmed themselves in hiding. All he had to think about was the child that was taller than him.

The child that said she knew what to do, even though she was dang wrong.

Kid had the same know-it-all spit like him back in the days. The child lived under their house, ate their snacks, got the same attitude, and wasn't that enough to think that Anne was nothing but a child?

She was nothing but a child that acted like she was some kind of adult. And Hopediah couldn't help but be endeared by that.

Anne could lift a crate of turnips — curse out that they were heavier than the Frog Devil — and Hop Pop imagined his Poppity yell at Hopediah for lagging around. He wanted him to lift with his back rather than his knees. Straighten out his spine till he saw the sky.

And when Anne groaned and stamped her leg, he saw his young self spat out he hated him.

Where Anne smiled and smirked, he saw his hands on a draft document. She'd carve initials into her bed, and Hopediah remembered inking his first name with a fancy tail all for the sake of the fancy. The bold. Because maturity was supposed to be fancy and bold to the young.

He saw the child within the child. He saw it in every step, word, and promise. He witnessed a creature who was nothing but young.

But the thought never hit him. It was easy puzzle pieces all bunched together, it made a heck of a lot of sense for Anne to be a brat. It made sense for Anne to whine, to love people with her entire soul.

Until Hop Pop fell onto human roads. Human snails.

Until Anne embraced her parents and reached their shoulders instead of their faces. Her face rivaled their creased noses with shiny, bumpy foreheads — every part of her more bouncy, springy, lighter than the deeper octaves of giants.

The tall became short.

The grown became young.

And Hop Pop became reminded of soapboxes — of college boys flaunting around their poetry like bright-eyed children, to the teens who feared toad jaws and acid tongues.

College kids who thought themselves adults.

Who grew too early.

#amphibia #hopediah plantar #hop pop plantar #anne boonchuy #fanfic #yes this is based off of finalvortex's theory about Hop Pop being a war veteran

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Hi I love your writing and say you wanted a peter vday request! I have one how about a vday scavenger hunt type of thing that instead of peter setting it up it's reader for peter! And like at the end it will come down to two choices one leads to her and the other leads to still being friends. Fluffy!

Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You shouted across the hallway before tackling Peter in a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Peter happily hugged you back. “I have something to give you.”

“I do too.” You grinned nervously. “But I have to go first.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he put the valentine in his back pocket.

“Okay, so you know how you have a huge crush on me?” You began.

“What? No I don’t.” He stammered. “That’s crazy. That’s…yeah, why?”

“Well I like you too.” You confessed, making his breath hitch in his throat.

“You do?” He asked as his eyes went wide.

“Yeah.” You said like it was obvious. “But I can’t date someone who can’t be honest about their feelings. So I’m gonna need you to prove to me that you really want to be with me.”

“I do. I really, really do.” He promised. “How can I prove that to you?”

“By going on this scavenger hunt.” You explained as you handed him a red envelope. “If you follow all the steps correctly, you’ll find me at the end. And then I’m yours, Peter. All yours.”

“Okay.” Peter followed along. “What if I mess up?”

“Then we stay friends and pretend this never happened.” You said simply.

“No.” Peter shook his head as he stared at the envelope. “That’s not happening. I’m gonna win this. I’ll find you at the end and give you your Valentine.”

“I hope you do.” You answered honestly. “You have until sunset. Don’t let me down.”

“I won’t.” Peter promised. You smiled softly at him before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Then I’ll see you later.” You winked at him before walking away. As soon as you were gone, Peter opened the envelope to read the first clue.

“You’ll find clue one where we first met. You remembered my name when I thought you’d forget.”

“Science lab!” Peter blurted, earning looks from passing students. He cleared his throat as his cheeks flushed, giving them a small smile. He stuffed the envelope in his pocket and rushed to the third floor science lab.

You had first met there when you sat next to him on the first day of school. You sat there again the following week, introducing yourself as if you were meeting for the first time. You had assumed he’d forgetting your name over the weekend, laughing shyly when he told you he remembered it.

Peter opened the door to the lab and saw another red envelope sitting on the back table. He walked over to it and opened it up, hands shaking with anticipation. There was a heart shaped lolly pop sitting next to it, which he unwrapped and popped in his mouth.

“Roses are red, violets are blue. Check your locket for clue number two.”

Peter bolted out of the lab, knocking into a few students as he ran to his locker. He fumbled with the lock before ultimately pulling it off with his super strength. He opened the locker and saw a red envelope taped to the door with his name on it. It was scented like your perfume, as if you sprayed it on there.

“You found me! So here’s clue number three. What’s a little honey without the bee?”

“She’s too cute.” Peter mumbled it himself as he shut his locker. He practically skipped down the hallway as he made his way outside, quickly located the tree you used to sit under to eat your lunch. You stopped sitting there when a bee stung you on your hand, but you had a fond memory of Peter sucking the stinger out.

Peter saw a red envelope taped to the tree and took it, ripping it open to read what was inside. Other than the card, there was a small package of his favorite candy. He began to munch on them as he read the clue.

“Look at you, you found clue four. Schools almost over, so check your front door.”

Peter let out a groan, knowing he had two more periods before he could go home. His leg bounced in anticipation during his classes, shooting out of his seat the second the final bell rang.

Peter ran all the way home but when he got to his apartment, he didn’t see an envelope. He checked both sides of the door and found nothing. He slumped in defeat on the couch, assuming you changed your mind.

“Hey, Peter.” May greeted as she walked into the room. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah.” He mumbled. “I was expecting something.”

“Oh, was it a letter?” May asked, making his perk up. “I found this taped to the door when I got-“

“That’s mine!” Peter shouted in excitement as he took the envelope from May. He tore it open and pulled out the card inside. A Polaroid of you and him fell out, and he quickly picked it up. It was a picture of you biting his cheek while he laughed, one of his favorite pictures.

“I hope the wait for clue five built your anticipation. Clue number six can be found at the train station.”

“I gotta go.” Peter hastily grabbed his bag and went for the door.

“Where are you going?” May called after him, but he was already gone. He swung to the nearest train station and found Ned with a bouquet of roses.

“Ned?” Peter panted once he landed. “What are you doing here?”

“First, these are for you.” Ned handed Peter the flowers. “And so is this.”

Peter took the flowers with a smile before accepting the envelope.

“Clues will be getting harder, so I hope you enjoy the roses. Clue seven is with the models and all their dumb poses.”

“Models?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Ned in confusion.

“Hey man, I’m just the messenger.” Ned shrugged. “She got me a box of chocolates for helping out.

“I think I have an idea.” Peter said as he remembered something. “But if I’m wrong, then we stay friends.”

“You better hope you’re not wrong then.” Ned said, and Peter agreed.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll see you later, man. Hopefully with my girlfriend.”

Peter swung back to Delmars and went inside, going straight to the magazine section. You once stood in front of the magazines with him, flipping through to see who could find the most ridiculous poses the models were in and then doing them. He remembered making you laugh when he mimicked a particularly flexible pose, so he hoped that’s what the clue was alluding to. Peter scanned the magazine section for the red envelope, jumping a little when the store cat jumped on top of the rack. Peter did a double take when he saw you had taped the envelope to the cat, shaking his head at your antics. He carefully removed the tape and looked at the clue inside.

“Our times in Delmars are some of the best I’ve ever had. Now for clue eight, you’ll need someone who’s bad.”

Peter tilted his head in confusion until he flipped the card over, seeing that you wrote, “really, really bad.”

The wheels in his brain started turning and he remembered the song you played him the night you got your drivers license.

“Bad.” He mumbled to himself. “The Michael Jackson song?”

He turned the card over again and suddenly, it clicked.

Bad. Michael Jackson. MJ.

“Thanks for the help.” Peter pet the cat before noticing a wrapped sandwich on the counter with his name written on it. He smiled at the gesture, finally realizing he was starving. He unwrapped it, taking note that it was his usual order, and took a bite. He continued eating it as he went to find MJ.

He hoped she was in he usual spot, perched under the bleachers with a pile of books. Peter nervously checked the time, seeing that he only had two hours until sunset. You said he had to find you before then, and he was worried time was running out. MJ could be anywhere and she wasn’t a fan of answering her phone. He could only hope you allowed time specifically for hunting MJ down.

After checking the local library and realizing he had no idea where MJ lived, Peter felt stuck. He spun around in circles in the middle of the street, unsure of where to go next. The sun would be setting soon and he had no idea how many more clues he needed.

“Hey loser.” MJ appeared out of nowhere with a small smile. “Need some help?”

“MJ?” Peter wondered as he approached her. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“You’ve been spinning in a circle outside my apartment building for the past ten minutes whining my name.” She said flatly. “I figured I should come out.”

“You live here?” Peter asked as he looked up at the building. He realized that he had been there before with you, and must have walked there from muscle memory.

“Yep.” She sounded bored. “Do you want your envelope or not?”

“I do.” He nodded eagerly. “Do you know how many are left?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” MJ yawned as he handed him the envelope. “Oh, and she wanted me to give you this.”

Peter looked up at MJ handed him a watch he recognized.

“My Uncle Ben’s watch?” He asked as he took it from her. “Where did you get this?”

“Like I just said.” MJ said sarcastically. “She wanted me to give it to you.”

“It’s ticking.” He realized with a smile. “It hasn’t worked in years.”

“Yeah, well.” MJ shrugged. “She got it to work. Happy Valentine’s Day or whatever.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, MJ.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“Whatever.” She mumbled as he opened the envelope.

“As your watch will show you, time is almost out. For the last clue, you’ll find me at the best place to shout.”

“Best place to shout?” Peter wondered out loud. “Where’s the best place to shout?”

“Well, I would say a protest, but her hopeless romantic ass would probably say something like a rooftop or concert.”

“There are no concerts in the area.” Peter thought hard. “She must mean a rooftop, right? Because when you love someone, you want to shout it from the rooftops.”

“I don’t know.” MJ sighed. “This is the last time I help straight people with anything.”

“I think I know where she is.” Peter decided. “I better hurry. The sun is gonna set soon.”

“Does it look like I’m stopping you?” MJ mumbled as Peter ran away. Once he was out of sight, he swung towards your apartment building and landed on the roof.

You were standing on the roof, next to a small table and chairs. Red candles and pink hearts were on the table, a perfect Valentine’s Day date. Peter walked towards you and put the roses you’d given him in the empty vase before taking in your beauty. You were in a silly red dress with the sun setting behind you.

“You found me.” You smiled softly, gazing at him with pride.

“I did.” He smiled as well as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I followed all your clues.”

“I really thought the Michael Jackson would throw you.” You teased as you stepped closed to him.

“Nothing was gonna throw me.” He said confidently. “I was too determined.”

“I see.” You pulled your lip between your teeth. “Did you like your gifts?”

“Of course I did.” He told you. “This is the best one, though. But the sandwich was a nice touch.”

“I thought you’d like that.” You chuckled.

“Can I give you my Valentine now?” Peter asked, reaching for it in his back pocket.

“Oh, yeah.” You remembered. “Of course.”

Peter handed you heart cut out of red construction paper with glitter and stickers on it. You chuckled at his craftsman’s and slowly opened it up, sequins falling off as you did.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to the most beautiful, creative, and amazing girl I know. You make everyday feel like Valentine’s Day. Ps, I like you. I really, really like you. Love, Peter.” You read out loud, looking up at him in awe. He has a shy blush on his cheeks as you finished reading.

“It’s funny.” You chuckled as you set the card on the table. “You wrote “love Peter” at the end of it.”

“What’s funny about that?” Peter wondered.

“I do.” You smiled shyly. “I do love Peter.”

“I love you too.” Peter grinned before pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting your red lipstick all over his face. He didn’t mind it, though. He was too happy to mind it. When you pulled away, he pulled your chair out for you so you could sit down at the table. There was sparkly cider already in your glasses and a cupcake on each of your plates.

“Thank you for a perfect Valentine’s Day.” He said as he held up his glass. “I can honestly say this has been the greatest day of my life.”

“Me too, Petey.” You smiled as you clinked your glass against his. “Me too.”

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nctyhoney · 4 years ago

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a helping hand (m)

Pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, office worker!mark, friends to lovers, office!au

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), car sex, dry humping, praise kink

Playlist: pickled ginger - mac ayres, fill my holes - YESEO, wait for it - H.E.R.

Summary: You were used to workplace flirting. Everyone at some point would have a 'work bae'. Mark was different though, he was your intern. There were things you wanted to teach him, things he wanted to teach you and none of it had anything to do with work.

A/N: Mark in a suit is just too damn cute. This is my first fic on here so thank you for reading! There will be another part to this at some point.

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It’s just gone 8 am and you're on your morning commute to work. You have a car but the traffic in Seoul made it almost impossible to drive during rush hour. Your eyes still feel puffy from sleep, and you hope your mascara has masked their appearance somewhat. As you and a mass of other office workers spill out of the subway station, you're greeted by an autumnal wind. Although it felt mild for the time of year, you couldn't get used to the early morning darkness that the promise of winter brought.

In just 2 years, you'd progressed to head of the marketing team at Hyphen, Korea's biggest publishing house. You were proud to have landed a job at such a reputable company straight out of university, but with each pay rise came more responsibilities.

The elevator reached your floor, 39. Going through to the kitchen area, you put two iced Americano cans in the refrigerator. You weren't a fan of coffee but it got you through the day. As you were organising the refrigerator, you felt someone behind you and turned around quickly - it was your manager. He had a weird way of creeping up on his workers and you found him somewhat seedy. You always made sure to be polite to him, though.

"Morning manager Kim," you stand up, adjusting your pencil skirt slightly.

"Morning y/n! Here bright and early I see. Did you get my email last night?" He asks, his eyes flicking between your body and your face.

"Sorry, what email?" You ask, feeling slightly panicked.

"This year's interns start today. I sent it last night so you probably didn't get a chance to read it."

Crap. Interns. You didn't know if it was your imposter syndrome talking but something about being observed by interns made you feel underqualified. Perhaps you just got a bad batch of interns the first time around. You remembered Kyungsoo and Minhee from last year. Kyungsoo's uncle was CEO of Hyphen and he wouldn't let you forget it. He refused to work and you'd find him and Minhee coming back from their lunch breaks an hour late, often out of the unused stock cupboard.

"No sorry I didn't read it," you apologise, "when are they coming?"

"The receptionist said there are four downstairs waiting. They'll be up in a minute," manager Kim says checking his watch.

You nod, "How many will I be working with this year?"

"You'll each have one intern this year. You'll be working with Mark Lee, he's Canadian. A good kid. I think you'll like him."

Just then, the sound of the elevator reaching the 39th floor alerted you. Four of the interns shuffled out of the elevator.

"Welcome to Hyphen, I'm manager Kim, you might remember me from your interview," he said looking between his sheet with their faces and names and up at them.

"So we have Mark, Haechan, Jeno and Sooji. I hope you enjoy this year working in marketing. This is y/n, she's head of this department."

You exchange handshakes and bobs of the head, feeling relieved that these interns at least look shy rather than cocky rich kids.

"Mark you'll be giving y/n a helping hand this year. Y/n, I know you'll make him feel welcome. The rest of you, let's find the workers you'll be shadowing," manager Kim says before they're off out of the kitchen to one of the conference rooms.

Mark is staring at you from a distance, awkward and tense. His black hair falls into his eyes despite styling it neatly for work; he brushes it out of his eye nervously.

"Tea?" you ask him, grabbing your two favourite mugs out of the cupboard.

"Oh, yeah, please - if that's not too much trouble," Mark says hesitantly.

"Of course it's not. You can sit down, we don't start work for another 20 minutes."

He does as he's told, opting for one of the chairs closest to the kitchen worktop.

"Do you take sugar?" You call over to him.

"Two," he replies, fiddling slightly with his wristwatch. This boy is endearing you think, definitely an upgrade from arrogant Kyungsoo.

"How are you feeling about interning here?" You ask, stirring his tea, before coming to sit at the chair next to his.

He takes the mug, "Oh, thank you. I'm kinda nervous I'm not gonna lie, but thankful to be here."

You laugh, his casual tone is refreshing but he catches on and apologizes quickly.

"There's no need to apologize, you can be informal with me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," you say, catching his eye over the rim of your mug. He's blushing slightly, and you wonder why you are too.

♡

It's been 3 months since the interns came. December comes and with it is an endless rain.

In those 3 months, it didn't take long for you and Mark to grow close. Sure, he still had his occasional shy tendencies but you spent all your working hours together. Rather than a forced relationship between a senior and their junior, this was something you both saw as natural.

You're just not sure if the feelings you've developed are natural, too. His eyes hold onto yours for longer at company dinners, his hands linger at your waist when he reaches to get a file from the shelf in front of you. And it sets something off in you. You crave the contact. Mark Lee is driving you crazy.

You certainly weren't imagining these moments. You were used to workplace flirting. Everyone at some point would have a 'work bae'. Mark was different though, he was your intern. There were things you wanted to teach him, things he wanted to teach you and none of it had anything to do with work.

When you first started at Hyphen, Johnny used to be heavy on the flirting with you, and being from America, he was confident with it. He’d make you cups of hot, sweet tea each morning. He gave you those flirtatious touches on your arms while complimenting you, and he’d always make sure you got home safe after a company dinner. But he also had a long-term girlfriend and you knew nothing could come of it. Johnny still flirts with you, but that’s just him. And when you first began working at the company, you fell for it...almost. It happened a second time, with Jaehyun but then you learnt that these were just the ways of the office.

Today was a Friday, which meant your division would have drinks with the manager. You weren't keen on drinking, especially not with your manager but your coworkers made it bearable. And since the CEO was attending this week, the manager wouldn't be bothering you, Yerin and Mina for the entire night.

You lean over Mark, reading through the document on his laptop. He's edited the press release you wrote for a new book launch.

He shifts around in his seat. You can't tell if he's nervous about you reading his work or nervous about being sat underneath you. You hope it’s the latter option, though.

"As expected from our Markie. You're really helping me by editing these documents, it's great - thanks," you smile, moving away slightly.

He's blushing a violent shade of pink and touching the back of his neck. He couldn't get any cuter.

"It's not fair that y/n gets such a helpful intern. Sooji left early when she promised to help with my reports, that's the second time this week," Mina huffs, folding her arms.

"It's compensation for the hell I went through with the interns last year," you laugh.

Johnny walks up to you and nudges you playfully.

"Nah it's not compensation. Y/n is just so hard-working, that's why they gave you the most hard-working intern," he says winking.

Mark looks between you and Johnny, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, thanks for that Johnny but that's definitely not true. Not the part about Mark not being hard-working...or me, I mean, I am hard-working, just not the most," you stutter, suddenly feeling foolish.

Luckily it hits 5 pm before anyone can dwell on your tongue-tied speech. You're all tidying away, turning off your monitors and getting ready for a night of drinking.

You catch eyes with Yerin and go to the bathroom to touch up your makeup.

You're reapplying a dab of lipstick and Yerin brushes her face lightly with powder. She stops for a moment, glancing at you.

"You don't still like Johnny do you?" Yerin asks.

"Johnny?! No way, I'm not going back there," you laugh.

"You seem nervous around him," Yerin points out.

"Come on Yerin, that was awkward. It's weird when someone hypes you up like that. It's bad enough being marketing lead now, it's like I'm expected to be some bigshot when I still feel like a uni student," you admit.

"Yeah, I understand, but you're totally capable. Could it be that you’re feeling shy around a handsome, new worker, I wonder?" Yerin winks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've noticed that you've been spending a lot of time with Mark recently. I'm left to take lunch with Doyoung. I mean I'm not complaining but you know, Mark does look kinda smitten."

You look over at your friend and catch her looking back at you, expectantly.

"We have to look after our interns, Yerin. And it's not every day that you get such a hard-working one like Mark. Remember the hell I went through with Kyungsoo? Let's just say I'm relieved I've got a good worker."

"Right...so you don't think he's even a little bit cute?"

Hell yes, you did. But you couldn't admit that, could you?

"He's cute but like, in a little bro way. He's too goofy for me to see him romantically," you bluff but you know Yerin can see right through you.

"He's an intern, what's the harm? As long as Kim doesn't find out," Yerin says.

"Yerin! You're talking nonsense."

"I've seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you," she laughs.

"The way he looks at me?" You blurt out, "The way I look at him? We're just good coworkers."

"Girl, you're such a bad liar."

♡

Yerin's words stay in your head for the entire night. Suddenly you're thinking about what Mark's lips would feel like against yours. Wondering what it would feel like for him to touch you, more than the light touches in the office. You've thought about it before, of course. But mostly while touching yourself in bed.

Mark is sat at the low table opposite you, Yerin and Mina at either side of you. Mark is laughing, taking a shot of soju as Johnny pats him on the back. He clearly can't handle his alcohol because he's giggling like a school kid and his face is already flushed. He looks stupidly cute and you realize how much you want to hold him, feel his flushed cheeks underneath your palms. But you peel your eyes away, tuning in to a conversation Yuta and Mina are having about Christmas holidays in Japan.

Manager Kim announces that him and the CEO will be moving to drink somewhere else, stumbling from the long table and telling you to enjoy your night. You all know where that 'somewhere else' is, but you don't bother questioning it. Corporate culture can be parasitic.

Even so, you're relieved that they've left, the atmosphere less stuffy now. Things feel playful and flirtatious. Jaemin is whispering in Jeno's ear and Jeno is laughing. Yerin's hand is dangerously placed on Doyoung's thigh.

You can't snatch glances at Mark anymore because he's looking right at you, his eyes filled with something you haven't seen before..lust? Maybe your tipsiness is altering the situation but you like it.

“Shall we play truth or dare?” Lucas grins, clapping his hands.

“Let’s just do truths, we’re in public,” Jaehyun points out.

“I second that! But this stays between us, company oath,” Mina says, taking an empty soju bottle and spinning it on the table.

The bottle lands on Jungwoo first and Jaehyun and Mark nudge him on either side, laughing.

“Jungwoo! Who would you date out of everyone here?” Mina asks.

Jungwoo’s eyes are playful and he throws his head back laughing.

“You want me to be completely honest? I’d probably say Lucas,” he says without hesitating.

Everyone is laughing and teasing the pair, except for Mina who nudges Lucas in the ribs to stop him from smirking.

“Moving on, where is the riskiest place you’ve ever had sex?” Jaehyun asks, spinning the bottle as it lands on Mark.

Mark rubs at his nose, looking at you momentarily. You pretend to focus on your soju shot but you’re listening carefully.

“I mean…a car I guess?” Mark chuckles, he’s bright red now and you feel jealousy rising inside of you.

Why were you jealous? He wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Johnny is ruffling his hair but Mark looks up at you, looking slightly shifty. Maybe you understand how Mina feels now. You can’t look at him.

“Okay, moving on,” Mark says taking the bottle, “Do you like anyone here?”

It lands on Jaemin and he reclines back in his seat. He raises an eyebrow, “Sure, they like me too.”

Everyone laughs at that and Jeno just shakes his head cutely, everyone knowing they’re practically an item at this point.

“Who would you make out with right now if we were doing dares?” Jaemin asks.

The bottle lands on Johnny. It’s Mark’s turn to pat Johnny on the back now and Johnny just smiles to himself.

“Aren’t you gonna answer, Johnny?” Yuta laughs.

“I’d make out with y/n” Johnny shrugs.

There are collective gasps, and you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. That wasn’t what he was supposed to answer, surely? He had a girlfriend; he could’ve passed on the answer. You look up at Johnny and as if reading your thoughts, he shrugs.

“I had to answer,” he says, putting his hands up defensively.

You laugh then, typical Johnny.

There’s a playful glint in Mark’s eye. Was he that unaffected? You suddenly felt annoyed, foolish for feeling jealous about Mark’s confession.

“If you could have a threesome with two people here, who would they be?” Johnny asks.

It lands on Yerin then, who is already flushed with embarrassment at the question.

“Doyoung, and hmm..” she pauses looking around, “Probably y/n, because we’ve seen each other naked.”

“What?!” Mark, Lucas and Jaehyun say simultaneously. Mark just about chokes on his soju.

“Calm down Mark, looks like someone’s getting a bit turned on,” Yuta winks but Mark’s eyes are still wide, shocked by Yerin’s statement.

Yerin was your best friend, all best friends had seen each other naked. It was perfectly normal. At least it was for you two.

“It’s a girl thing,” Yerin says simply, taking another shot.

“Oh! I have a good one,” Yuta says grabbing the bottle, “Have you masturbated thinking about anyone around this table?”

Of course it lands on you. To be honest, you had touched yourself thinking about 3 separate people at the table but no one needed to know that. Everyone’s silent and you don’t know where to look. You could lie, it would save your reputation but where would the fun be in that? You were all as tipsy as each other. So you reply with a small “yes” instead.

“Who was it?” Jaehyun asks.

“I’m not gonna answer that,” you laugh.

You try not to blush but you can’t help it and cover your face with your hands momentarily.

“She’s thinking about them again!” Yerin nudges your shoulder.

You didn’t want to look, you didn’t want to see if Mark was staring at you so you take the bottle to ask the next question quickly.

“How many people have you slept with in total?” you ask, spinning again.

It lands on Doyoung, his eyes are wide and he looks confused, you can’t help but laugh at his cute expression.

Yerin is smirking, expectant.

“Hmm...maybe fifteen?” Doyoung says, tilting his head.

“Fifteen! No way,” Johnny laughs but Doyoung just nods.

“You said you wanted the truth.”

Yerin looks slightly pissed as she pours another shot of soju. It’s only when Doyoung whispers in her ear that her frown softens into a slight smile. She’s got it bad, you thought.

“Let’s stop the game now, I don’t want to hear all these details,” Mina says, side-eyeing Lucas.

“Yeah I didn’t even get picked,” Haechan huffs, “Let’s just drink a bit more!”

"Hey," Yerin murmurs in your ear over the noise a few moments later, "I'm going home with Doyoung, I'll see you on Monday."

"You naughty girl! Have fun," you laugh. She blows you a flirtatious kiss as she leaves, her arm in Doyoung's.

It's gone midnight when you and your remaining coworkers spill out onto the street.

"To the next bar, let's go!" Haechan shouts, stumbling as Johnny props him up.

"Dude, you've had way too much to drink. I'm getting you in a taxi," Johnny says.

Sooji and Jaehyun also opt for getting taxis, following Johnny down the street.

"Are you coming y/n? Mark?" Jaehyun calls.

"I think I'm going to get some food first, I'll see you guys on Monday," you say before you realize. You're not even hungry.

"Yeah me too, see you later!" Mark waves.

You say your goodbyes, leaving you and Mark to walk the opposite way. Mark follows your step, but he's taking his tie off, undoing his top button because he's hot from drinking even though it's the middle of December. The sight of him makes your stomach flip.

"You don't think they'll suspect anything, about you coming home with me?" you ask suddenly.

Mark raises an eyebrow and looks at you, "Who said I'm coming home with you? I thought you wanted food."

"Yeah...yeah, just they might think something else."

Mark shrugs, "Do you care what they think?"

"No, and I guess everyone's fucking each other anyway," you say emphatically.

"Exactly. Everyone in the office knows we're friends, let them think what they want," Mark says.

"I guess you're right."

"So where are we going?"

"McDonald's?" you ask.

"I don't really feel like food, to be honest," Mark chuckles.

You turn to Mark, "You're seriously just gonna watch me eat?"

He shrugs, "Why not?"

His eyes are glazed over and shiny from the alcohol, his lips formed into a little pout. It takes everything in you not to kiss him right there and then on the street.

"You're so weird when you're drunk," you say instead, "Seriously, where do you want to go? If you're not going to eat, we might as well go home. I mean...you go to yours and I go to mine."

Mark pulls at his ear, thinking for a moment. But it doesn't really look like he's thinking, more like pretending to think. You can see the trace of a smirk hiding on his lips. This whole conversation feels weirdly contrived. You want him and you're pretty sure he feels the same way.

"I could come with you? Just, you know, to make sure you get home safe," Mark blurts out.

You can't take it anymore. You want Mark Lee so bad it hurts. "Right, okay...well, shall we go now?"

Mark nods and you haul a taxi, just as it starts raining.

♡

Mark is stood in your bedroom doorway, looking as awkward as when you first met him. Now you're not so sure if it was a good idea to invite him in.

"I'll sleep on the sofa if you want," he insists but both of you know it means nothing.

You laugh, "Mark, you can sleep in my bed, it's alright. You can sleep on the left side, I'll sleep on the right if you want."

He smiles in response but doesn't move.

"Seriously Mark, I'm not going to bite," you say patting at the bed.

He sits down gingerly then.

"Your apartment is decorated so nicely," he says looking around your room.

You can see the moon outside of your window, already on its descent for another night.

When you turn back to look at Mark, his eyes are on you. You don't know what to say, but you know what you want to do.

"Can I kiss you ?" he asks, confirming your thoughts. He looks down at your lips and back up to your eyes again.

You nod your head, you can't talk but it doesn't matter because Mark is already leaning in and then his lips are moving against yours. His lips taste faintly of soju, but you don't care. You want to taste him and you slide your tongue against his, suddenly feeling desperate. He takes the hint because you're both taking off each other's clothes then until you're both just in your underwear.

"Wait," Mark says, his hands faltering, "Do you think we should be doing this?"

It's dark, only a street lamp and the moon partially illuminating the room. The raindrops are highlighted and cling to the windowpane. You feel melancholic and you realize now more than ever that you want to be held by Mark. You can make out Mark's expression, a mix of flustered and horny rolled into one. You know he wants this too, this dorky, shy intern who was barely able to make eye contact with you is now in your bed.

"Why not? There's nothing wrong with what we're doing."

That's all the confirmation he needs because he starts to plant kisses on your neck. You stroke his hair as he makes his way down to your boobs.

"You're so hot" he murmurs, taking off your bra.

He nuzzles his face into your chest, breathing heavily before taking one of your boobs in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your nipple first and then sucks again. His tongue feels warm and wet against your skin. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and needy.

"God that feels so good - keep doing that," you breathe.

He hums in response against your boob and you shiver. You want to keep hearing him, that voice that you've dreamt about for nights on end.

Mark lifts you to sit on his lap and you can feel his hardness pressing against you.You guide Mark's head back up to meet yours and you're both kissing again. You grind down on him, both knowing you need this. You want to feel him against you and you can't control it. Your movements are instinctual. Mark understands because he's bucking his hips up to meet yours, despite still having his boxers on. You can hear him grunt into the kiss.

"Do you have a condom?" you sigh.

"Shit, no."

You break apart briefly, Mark's eyes are hooded and his lips are swollen. You're almost certain that you look the same.

"It's okay," you say, getting off his lap to sit next to him.

"Wait - what are you doing then?" he asks, a trace of disappointment in his voice.

"What does it look like I'm doing," you say, pushing him lightly so he's lying down on the bed.

You pull off his trousers and he helps by kicking them at the ankles. He's eager now, his eyes hungry.

You pull down his boxers next until he's lying there, his beautiful, fully naked body exposed. You can see the shadowed contours of his lean body, the smoothness of his skin.

You kiss on his thighs, his skin is so soft and you hear his breath hitch as you do it. He's completely turned on now, you're satisfied knowing you've done this to him. So satisfied that you begin rubbing your clit in slow motions as your face hovers over Mark's crotch.

You take his dick with your free hand and pump it in your hand a couple of times. The tip is wet already and you kiss it, the precum on your lips. He whimpers then and you circle your clit quicker, feeling yourself growing wetter. As you lick Mark's tip, his hips raise to meet your mouth.

"I can't show my face when I'm like this," he murmurs, putting your bed pillow over his face.

"No, I want to see you," you say, climbing up to take the pillow.

Mark just turns his face to the side in response, too horny to argue.

You take him fully in your mouth, bobbing up and down slowly before finding a steady rhythm. He groans in time to your sucking motion.

"Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum soon," he moans.

You hum against his dick, "You taste so good, Markie. Please cum for me."

He holds your head, pushing it down to reach his raised hips and you can feel yourself choking as his tip touches the back of your throat.

"I'm so...close, fuck" he moans, thrusting into your mouth.

He whimpers and wriggles beneath you, before jerking violently in large strokes as he cums in your mouth.

You swallow it up, but continue sucking, feeling yourself reach your own climax.

"Shit," Mark hisses.

"Oh my god, Mark -" you cry as you orgasm, your center pulsating.

You come to lie next to Mark, kissing him, open-mouthed and hungry. He can taste himself on you and he likes it.

"You were so damn good at that, y/n," Mark whispers.

"You were so good," you mirror, taking his now sweaty cheek in your hand.

"But I didn't get to do anything," Mark mumbles, placing soft, small kisses on your face.

"I came too. It was so hot seeing you like that."

"No seriously - I wanna make you cum, like for real though," he murmurs into your hair.

"Mm?"

"I know you're sleepy now but would you let me some other time?" he says in the darkness.

Mark's dark hair is plastered to his forehead now. He's hot and flushed, it makes your heart want to burst.

"Do you want to see me again? Like...outside of work I mean," you ask, brushing the hair from his eyes to look at him.

He nods, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing, are you asking me out?" you giggle, pinching his cheek a little then.

He smiles and you know he's blushing.

"I guess you could say that, yeah," he laughs.

"I'm free then," you say, giving him a small peck on his lips.

Mark pulls you in for a hug. It seems like he wants to say something, whisper to you but you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep quickly. The sound of rain mixes with Mark's rhythmic breathing and lulls you to sleep.

♡

Mark had told you to wait on a nearby street by Apgujeong station. So you're surprised when he pulls up in front of you in his car. It's an old model, just about affordable for a student but it suits him well.

"I never knew you had a car," you point out, climbing into the passenger seat.

"What can I say, I'm a man full of surprises," he winks, laughing because he knew that was as cheesy as it sounded.

"Is where we're going a surprise too?" you ask.

"It might be," he says tapping at the steering wheel with his thumb to the beat of the music. It's a Lucky Daye song.

"You look so pretty by the way," he says, rubbing his nose slightly. You can tell he does that when he's shy.

"You don't look bad yourself," you reply. That would be an understatement, Mark looks like a full course meal right now. Skimming your eyes over his casual clothes, you remember that this was the first time you were meeting Mark outside of work.

You feel good. Despite how cold the late morning feels, the low winter sun is shining, the sky a soft blue.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask when you eventually realize that you're leaving Seoul.

Mark just taps his nose and tells you it won't be a long journey.

And he's right, in the next half an hour, you're driving on Incheon bridge, next to a stretch of blue sea.

♡

It turns out that Mark brought you to Incheon to eat.

You're sat on the floor at a low table of a seafood restaurant. Both of you know how good Incheon seafood is. There's what seems like a hundred different side dishes on the table, and despite both being big eaters, you're not sure if you'll be able to clear even half of it.

"Have the spicy seafood stew, it's delicious," Mark says, pouring you a bowl and putting it in front of you.

You take a mouthful and he's right, it is delicious. It’s warm and spicy, exactly what you need on a cold day. Mark is looking at you intently, his eyes shining like an eager puppy. He seems happy to see you enjoying your food and that warms your heart. You want to kiss him again.

“The stew is really good for a hangover too, it’s probably what you need,” he says, smiling.

“Hangover? I’m not hungover, do I look it?” You say self-consciously.

“No, no, I just meant we both drunk quite a lot last night,” he says, laughing nervously.

You blush remembering last night and then your thoughts flick back to truth or dare, and how jealous you were.

Mark must be thinking about it too. "Have you dated any of the guys at Hyphen?" he asks.

You just about choke on your stew, "No, why do you ask that?"

Mark shrugs, "I just wondered. They all speak really well of you, especially Johnny. And you're pretty, why wouldn't they want to date you?"

You laugh then, "Do they?"

Mark frowns a little, "You don't like Johnny, do you?"

"God no, we barely interact these days. No, I haven't dated any of them."

"Did you interact a lot before?" Mark asks.

"Me and Johnny? No, has Johnny said something?"

"Nah, apart from saying he’d date you last night. He just looks like he likes you," Mark says, rubbing his cheek.

You laugh a little then, "No, Johnny has a girlfriend and I wouldn't date him now even if he didn't have one."

Mark relaxes a little then.

"Is there a rule about dating coworkers then or do you just decide not to do it?"

"There's no rule, people just like to keep their personal and work lives private and often separate," you point out.

Mark thinks for a moment, toying with the noodles on his plate.

"What do you like to do, keep things private?" he asks.

"Private or public, I don't care, they can choose," you say quietly.

"Okay...that's good then," Mark says, smirking slightly.

He always has a roundabout way of saying things.

♡

It's 5 pm when the wintry sun sets in Incheon. You and Mark are walking along the beach. It's not perfect weather for it, since it's cold and you shiver in your coat but you're happy to be here with him.

"You need to dress warmer, y/n!" Mark says as he turns to you to retie your scarf properly.

He rubs his hands over your arms to warm you up.

"I'm okay - feel," you say, reaching your hand up to his cheek.

Mark searches your eyes and so it doesn't come as a surprise when he leans in and kisses you. His lips are warm and soft against yours and you feel as though you're melting. The kiss is a light, sweet one and you have to break apart because you feel giddy.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he says.

"No, I like it."

You look into the fading light and see figures at the busy part of the beach in the distance. It wouldn't matter if you were publicly affectionate, no one would care. But you know if you start kissing him again, you won't want to stop.

You hear the sea breeze and then the first rainfall before you see it. It's soft and gentle but you know if you stand here for much longer that you'll catch a cold.

"Shall I take you home?" Mark asks.

You nod, feeling dazed and slightly lightheaded.

As you get into the car, Mark puts his Spotify on. 'Wait for it' by H.E.R. is first to play.

You peer over at his phone screen, it reads 'sex playlist'.

"There's no way you have a sex playlist," you laugh, pushing his arm playfully.

"Nah, it's just random," Mark bluffs, rubbing his nose in the cute way that he did.

"Well, whoever created this playlist has good taste."

"Yeah, alright, it is mine. But it doesn't mean anything," he says.

You raise an eyebrow then.

"Why doesn't it mean anything?" you ask. You don't know why you're probing but you enjoy teasing Mark, hearing him search for words to form an acceptable answer.

Mark just shrugs though, "I just like this mood...being here with you, I like it. This playlist just represents the mood."

"You're so good at bullshitting, Mark," you laugh but Mark is looking at you seriously now.

I know you on the way, but now I want it I can't take it I'm merely tryna chill, but I'm impatient Stay on my mind Can't sleep at night

“I’m being for real though. Like yesterday, I didn’t tell you but it was the first time someone’s given me head before,” he says, playing with his hoodie drawstrings.

“What? You’ve never had a blowjob before?” you ask, eyes wide.

“I’ve only dated one girl and she straight up didn’t want anything in her mouth so nah, it was the first time and it was amazing” Mark says.

“Well there’s a first time for everything,” you smile, feeling happy that you got to share that moment with Mark.

You look at each other in silence again. It’s a comfortable silence but it’s heavy with intent. You both know what’s coming.

"Y/n, you know I'm not good with words," Mark says and then he pulls you to him so that you're kissing again.

The kiss is different this time, it's slow and intense as if you're something he craves. It's the type of kiss that expresses he needs you now. His lips on yours feel so good and you kiss him back, mirroring his eagerness. Your hands are in his hair and then he bites at your bottom lip. He's gentle but it drives you crazy. His hands are travelling into your bra now.

"Mark," you whisper against his lips, "Mark we're in public."

"It's crazy, I keep wanting to kiss you," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I want to kiss you too, all the time," you admit.

"No one's here to see and it's dark now anyway."

You look around and Mark is right, it is dark. The rain is lashing hard against the window now, the H.E.R. track barely audible. Your breath and body heat is already steaming up the windows of the car.

"Can I touch you? I want to touch you," Mark whispers, kissing your neck.

There's no use in trying to stop, you feel your willpower disintegrating by the second. There's a desperation in Mark's voice. He's wanted this for so long, and so have you.

Before long you're a tangle of arms and legs in the backseat. Someone might find you but that prospect turns you on more than you initially thought. Your stockings and panties are pulled off and your skirt is hitched up now.

Mark hovers over you.

"Can I touch you?" he murmurs, his half-lidded eyes flick over your body.

You try to close your legs, embarrassed about being observed like this. But Mark just parts your legs with a hand, "You're so beautiful. Can I?"

You nod, you're so wet and you want to feel Mark inside you, you've needed it for so long.

Mark finds your clit easily, rubbing at it slowly but it's enough to make you wriggle underneath him.

Mark leans down to kiss you hungrily. He slips his tongue into your mouth as he continues circling your clit, faster now. You moan into the kiss and Mark bites your lip gently again. That habit he had which drove you crazy.

He breaks the kiss, still touching you and looking at you intently.

"You're so wet, do you want me that bad?" Mark teases.

You bite your lip, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers.

Mark massages you in quick circular motions. You can only focus on the sensation now, coming closer to your orgasm. Nothing matters anymore, not Mark observing your body, not the possibility of being caught by someone, nothing at all.

"Mark, Mark - please," you moan.

"Mmm?" he asks, smirking slightly.

"I want you to fuck me," you murmur, suddenly losing all inhibitions.

"But we're in public," Mark's eyes widen and you realize he's teasing you.

"Please, please fuck me, Mark."

You've never seen Mark like this before, so in control of the situation and you feel disorientated because of it.

Mark takes a condom out of his pocket then and tears it open with his mouth.

He pulls his jeans and boxers down, rolling the condom over his length. As he touches himself to adjust the condom, he suddenly looks more like his nervous, boyish self. He concentrates when he's horny and you realize how cute it is.

"I need you now, please," you whisper, feeling increasingly needy.

Mark is so soft for you, you can tell by the sudden redness of his cheeks, the begging turns him on.

"Please, Mark," you mewl, scratching lightly at his left arm propping him up over you.

Mark positions the tip against your center and you whimper at the sudden contact.

"What would the others say if they saw us like this?" Mark says.

"I don't care," you whisper, feeling even more turned on by the thought. You're not doing anything inherently bad but Mark is still your intern. Why did bad things always feel so good?

Mark’s pupils are dilated as he leans over to kiss you again, and then he slips into you without warning. You feel yourself tighten around his dick and he feels it too because he's groaning.

"Oh my god, y/n, you feel so fucking good," he moans into your mouth.

“Better than the last person you fucked in here?” you murmur.

Mark is taken aback but he clearly likes the jealous tone. He bites his lip and nods “Much better, you’re so hot, y/n.”

Mark fucks you gently, moving inside you with slow movements. His breathing hitches and he closes his eyes momentarily.

"Mark faster," you plead, your voice filled with innocence.

Mark puts a hand on your thigh and the other grabs at your boob as he starts thrusting into you harder.

"Mm fuck," you moan, feeling him hit your sweet spot.

"D-Do you like that?" Mark whispers and you can't even nod in response. You just know he feels so good.

“Who do you think of when you touch yourself?” Mark pants between groans. So he’s thinking two can play at that game.

“Ah - it’s you, I think of you Mark,” you moan.

He licks his fingers before placing them on your clit and rubbing once more. The combination makes you a moaning mess and you can't think of anything but your approaching orgasm.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“My god, Mark” is all you can manage.

Mark's strokes get sloppy and he has to grip at your waist with one of his hands to keep steady. Your bodies are both damp with sweat, the leather seats of Mark's car underneath you are wet. You want to melt into Mark, you want to feel like this forever.

It doesn't take you long to orgasm. With a few more slow strokes and a rub of your clit, you pulsate around Mark's dick.

"Mark, I'm - fuck" you moan, shuddering violently with every pulse.

"You feel so fucking good," Mark grunts and his praise is enough for you to tighten around him once more. He thrusts again, groaning in your ear before he empties himself into the condom. You feel his dick twitch inside of you and pull his neck down for another kiss.

It's sloppy and needy, your tongues against each others in desperation. When Mark breaks the kiss, he collapses on top of you breathing heavily. You both lie there, trying to catch your breath. Mark's dick is still inside of you though and you can feel the warmth of it and the now filled condom.

"Shouldn't we throw the condom out?" you whisper, stroking the back of his neck.

"I like this feeling, though. Can't we just stay like this for a while?" he says and you feel shy knowing he's still inside of you, that he likes the feeling of you.

"I don't think I can keep away from you," Mark whispers into your hair.

"Me neither," you say as he props his head up to look in your eyes.

"You know yesterday I asked if you cared if people at work knew about us - did you really mean that? That you don't care?" he asks, his eyes are wide like a puppy’s and you know you're too far gone, you want Mark to be yours.

"I don't care at all, Mark", you say, stroking his hair and then his cheek.

"I'm gonna pull out now," Mark chuckles, pulling himself out of you and taking the condom off.

He pulls his boxers and jeans up and you do the same, adjusting yourself into a sitting position.

Mark opens the car to dispose of the condom. Luckily it isn't as busy as you thought outside thanks to the uninviting winter cold and darkness.

As you both get back into the front seats, you look in the mirror, fixing your hair but not bothering with your makeup, which has sweated off completely.

Mark turns to look at you, "You look beautiful, y/n. Seriously."

"Anyway why did you ask me if I care or not?" you ask, trying to change the subject because you're blushing too hard now.

Mark drives away from the parking lot and back towards Incheon bridge.

His eyes are focused on the road but you know he's thinking of what to say next.

"I was just wondering, well, if I can see you again tomorrow. For a proper date?" Mark asks.

"We did go on a proper date, Mark, we ate seafood and walked on the beach. I loved it," you say.

Mark bites at his lip. He looks nervous as if everything he's done with you so far has lead up to this moment.

"I can't lie, I really like you. Like to the point where I want to be around you all the time," Mark murmurs and his face is going bright red again.

Your stomach is fluttering from the sudden confession and you're can't look at his face anymore. You press for him to go on, though.

"Mmm?"

"Being able to talk about normal shit, do normal things, it's made me realize how much I enjoy spending time with you. I don't even want to drop you off tonight."

He clears his throat, "I think I've fallen for you, y/n. I know I sound stupid but you wanted to hear it. I like you and you don't have to accept it, we can go back to work and forget this ever happened, go back to norm-"

"Mark," you cut him off, "I like you too. I've liked you for ages, I just didn't want to be the first to admit it."

"Why?" Mark chuckles, his eyes wide. He looks genuinely taken aback.

"You're my intern! Why would I confess first? That wouldn't be professional," you laugh.

"Well we're past professional now," Mark admits, "But if anyone asks, I can just say I've been giving you a helping hand." He winks then and you can’t believe how easily you’ve fallen for this dork.

As you drive across Incheon bridge back to Seoul, you look out of the window and see the same stretch of sea that you saw on the way there. Except this time, the sea is not a glittering blue, it's black, barely noticeable against the wintry evening sky. The passage of time in Mark's company comforted you, it reaffirmed how much you wanted to see each subtle change of the world with him.

"And to be honest, I don't care if anyone at work knows. It's better if they do know we like each other," Mark says quietly, reaching out a hand to stroke yours instinctually.

"Yeah, they've probably guessed already. I don't mind though, half of them are fucking anyway."

Mark laughs at your candidness. "For real though, the number of times I've seen Jaemin and Jeno come out of the unused toilet together is crazy."

"Don't forget Lucas and Mina in the stock cupboard," you point out, giggling.

"We're going to have to find our own spot before they're all taken up," Mark says, his tongue poking at his cheek. He was such a tease.

You could see the first few stars sprinkled across the sky through the car windscreen. The rain had cleared and it was one of those beautiful, chilly winter nights. Still, the stars made you feel solitary.

"I don't want to be alone tonight," you admit to Mark quietly.

Mark nods "I'll stay. So the cinema and aquarium tomorrow, how does it sound?"

"It sounds lovely," you smile.

You see the city skyline in the distance, nothing more than a cluster of twinkling dots. You're excited, the night is young and filled heavy with promise.

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