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nyaagolor · 2 years ago

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Team Star Headcanons

This got dummy long so it's under the cut but I am rotating them all in my brain

Giacomo

Despite having the most stereotypical "delinquent" appearance of all the members, Giacomo is actually the closest thing to a model student that Team Star has. He's extremely organized, motivated, and actually pretty staunchly against breaking the rules unless he has to, so he's a straight A student and has never missed a class

However, he still has a little bit of apprehension about appearing to be like the uptight student council president he used to be, so he purposefully does things to make people think he's more of a slacker than he actually is. He turns in assignments after the deadline and shows up to class late so the teachers don't start getting expectations of him, but they quickly realize he's doing it on purpose when all assignments are turned in exactly 24 hours late and he shows up exactly 5 minutes after the bell with obvious consistency

He was student council president during much of the bullying of Team Star, and still beats himself up about not noticing it sooner or putting a stop to it until the consequences were right in front of him

He was and is the most uptight member of Team Star despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. He's prone to over-planning, panicking when plans don't work out, and overall is pretty bad at improvising. He's far more high-strung than he lets on. Team Star has done a lot to mellow him out and give him the freedom to express himself, screw up without consequence, and just chill for a few. He's much happier now without the pressure

He loves bass-boosted, ear-splitting music and flashing DJ lights, but is also aware that many people have issues with those (including his buddy Atticus). Bc of that he always has a grunt check with any new members or would-be foes to make sure they don't have overstimulation or photosensitivity issues. Someone getting hurt during a rave would, in his words, "kill the vibe"

He's trying SO HARD to be lofi girl

Mela

She's naturally very cute: she has strawberry blond hair, wide blue eyes, freckles, a dainty stature, a high-pitched voice, and isn't very good at most school subjects. It makes her instantly endearing to basically everyone who meets her, but it also means many people find her annoying / frustrating off the bat and/or don't take her seriously, which really bothered her and lead to her very carefully curated Bad Girl appearance

Mela is very easily frustrated and has a hair trigger temper, which her bullies often used to antagonize her. They purposefully riled her up and caused her to lash out, so Mela gained a reputation as a troublemaker from the teachers. This caused her to fall further behind in school and exacerbated the previous issues

To get people to leave her alone, Mela created a very curated, if inauthentic, "bad girl" persona where she made herself look and act immediately aggressive and rude to everyone. If she didn't let anyone know anything about her, they couldn't find things to set her off anymore, and she'd avoid all the bullying. It did actually work, and people left her alone, but she ended up becoming so feared that she had no friends and no one wanted to be around her. She ended up hanging out with all the academy pokemon instead and developing a close bond with each of them.

Even after she comes back to the Academy she struggles the most out of all the students to fit back into things-- she comes across as a "problem child" which gives the teachers expectations that eventually become a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's only after a long, heated discussion with Clavell that they can start to work past her snippy exterior and get to the heart of the matter. When the teachers give her more patience and extra help, however, they grow to realize she actually does care about learning and is quite sweet

She loves making art. She is also not very good at making art. At the start, she's pretty defensive about it, but is shocked to find the students in art club are extremely welcoming and compliment her work, which makes her beyond happy and extremely motivated to keep trying. Those art club members end up becoming her first non-team-star friends in a long time, and she always brings them out to the courtyard so that her pokemon friends can pose and model for them to draw

She gets really really red when she's embarrassed. Her old, derogatory nickname was "the red-hot girl" because of her temper, but Team Star only ever uses it to joke about how she flushes now

Atticus

Low-hanging fruit here but this man has autism. He cannot read the mood of a room to save his life, and has been known to make extended, sometimes uncomfortable eye contact with whoever he happens to be talking to. He once infodumped to Giacomo about Phoenician Purple for three hours

His speech patterns are partially because of his extreme interest in history and partially because he finds older prose to be more precise in meaning than modern day slang. He is very clear about saying exactly what he means and being extremely specific, so he finds modern day slang with all its double meanings to be hard to follow and hard to articulate his thoughts with. Older prose has these same issues, but no one tell him that

He struggles to pay attention to things unless his hands are busy. Teachers often wondered if he was paying attention in class while sketching designs or sewing things, but it actually helps him focus better

His three greatest skills are his fashion design, his flexibility, and his skill as a nail artist. He can make you the most dazzling star of the school prom and then do a standing backflip when he's done

Atticus cares very little about social conventions or expectations. It worries people like Penny, who fears it makes him a target for bullying because he is so outwardly strange, but it's honestly fine by him. Despite receiving some pretty horrible treatment at the hands of his bullies in the past, he's bothered very little by it, and cares even less about what people think of him now. He has good friends all around him, so if people think he's weird that's on them; he's gonna keep doing what he wants whether or not it gives him a reputation

Atticus is easily the most mentally stable of anyone in the group. Nothing bothers this man whatsoever; he is thriving and in his lane. Despite this, however, he is never asked for advice because he only gives it in Shakespearean riddles

Ortega

He is an exceptional mechanic, and with the help of Atticus has actually made far more impressive vehicles than even the Starmobiles. His pride and joy is a pastel pink bedazzled motorcycle with a sidecar for his Dacsbund. He can't actually drive it because he's 12 and doesn't have a license, but still

All his mechanic tools are covered in rhinestones and his jumpsuit is pastel pink. He is also a straight, cis man, he just personally beat gender roles unconscious with his gold-encrusted staff. He would have kicked it too, but that would ruin his dress shoes and he's too classy for that

He's sassy and snarky, but it's not a defense mechanism like Mela or a consequence of social isolation like Penny, he's just kind of a brat. Team Star has done a lot to humble him and get him to understand the ~value of friendship~ but he was and still kind of is a spoiled little demon

In terms of raw intelligence, Ortega might be the smartest person in Team Star. He's skipped a few grades, excels at basically everything he sets his mind to, and couples it with pretty high emotional intelligence too. If anyone needs help with homework and is willing to swallow their pride enough to ask, he'll easily be able to help

Ortega has excellent dexterity, which makes him a fantastic piano player and quite good at working with very fine machinery. He also got really into baton twirling at one point because he thought it looked cool, so he can do lots of really neat tricks with his staff and pens and whatnot. He loves to bask in the attention that the grunts give him whenever he shows off (which is often. He LOVES showing off)

He has no patience for anything whatsoever. Eri has to hold him back like a rabid chihuahua every time they go somewhere because he is very used to being waited on constantly. Rich boy rehabilitation

Eri

Every one and their mother hcs this but [points at Carmen] Lesbians. Carmen and Eri are genuinely THE power couple; they’re both smart and gorgeous and well-liked by everyone. Carmen is still shocked Eri didn’t snap her like a toothpick bc it would have been deserved but Eri is just that nice. Stop bullies by kissing them so good they realize they like girls

Everyone else in team star stays up until ungodly hours for assorted reasons but Eri is up at like 5 so she can work out for two hours before class. She’s a little disappointed no one wants to join in her workouts but that’s ok! They need their rest. The benefit of Eri’s workouts is that she can carry a team star member on each arm like one of those muscle dudes on the beach, and she does, bc it’s cool

She’s a luchadora! She plays a heel named La Princesa in Paldean wrestling tournaments but it’s an open secret that she’s super sweet out of the ring and always treats her opponents to ice cream afterwards. Genuine treat to be suplexed by her. Despite being able to, she would NEVER hurt someone for real

Atticus had to tailor her outfits bc they didn’t fit. She’s like 6’, curvy, and built like a tractor trailer, so she cannot wear unisex shirts without ripping the damn sleeves off. She’s very kyaa about it. Very >o< about it

Cries during kid’s movies. And ASPCA commercials. And most things actually. The power of friendship does and has moved her to tears. She is mesmerized by the beauty of the world

She gives the best hugs

Penny

Another popular hc but (gestures vaguely at Penny's everything) transfemme. She has the dysphoria hoodie, the six cats, the cybercrime, the depression nest, whatever is going on with her hair, etc. She got sent to "study abroad" and went on HRT I will stand by this until the end of time. She washes down her progesterone with monster energy. Gamer girl. I bet she even plays Bloodborne

Has severe social anxiety / trauma that stemmed from the bullying and just got significantly worse over time. She orders all her groceries online and has them delivered, so she never has to leave her room and does most of her stuff remotely. If / when she does go outside, it's always at weird hours so she doesn't run into anyone. The mere prospect of going into the cafeteria around lunchtime is mortifying to her. wayyyyy too many people. Her anxiety is significantly worse in the academy, and she's able to function better outside of it

She has support systems for days. Aside from her new friends Nemona / Arven / the protag, she has Team Star, Clavell, an actual therapist, a xanax prescription, and six emotional support veevees. Team Star especially does a lot to help reintroduce her to classes and get over the worst of her anxiety so she can go back to school-- and it works! She becomes much more open, less stressed, and happier postgame as she and her friends help each other out

Penny's dad is super supportive but also super embarrassing about it. He is the ultimate trans rights guy but also wears neon rainbow shirts that say "ALLY" in big letters. Penny kept the worst of the bullying a secret from him because there is zero doubt in my mind he would just roll up to the bullies' houses and beat the crap out of them. He WILL throw hands with a 13 year old if they upset his little girl and he is not afraid to admit that. I'm hyping up this man so bad

Penny is an only child (or younger sibling if u hc Peony to be her dad) but has so, SO many cousins who are constantly doting on her. She is quick to try and retreat to her room during reunions and whatnot because she's easily overwhelmed by the attention, but it all gets better postgame. She ends up dragging Arven to her house for the holidays because he doesn't have a proper family and the cousins are completely enamored with him. He's polite, he's happy to help with the cooking, he has a cute dog... Penny's family is absolutely delighted she has such a good friend and Arven is more than happy to soak up all that familial attention. It's a good exchange

She is an insanely picky eater. Arven is taking this as a challenge, and is always trying to make new sandwiches that she likes. Seeing as Nemona and the protagonist would probably eat salami off the floor if given the opportunity, getting a good review from Penny in particular always boosts his ego. He's also made it his mission to sneak in new ingredients in the hopes of expanding her absolutely atrocious palette. It's not going well, but damn if he isn't trying

#pokemon sv #penny #giacomo #mela #atticus #ortega #eri #team star #headcanons

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lovebirdgames · 17 days ago

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MERRY (early) CHRISTMAS! This year I participated in indie VN dev Secret Santa. My giftee was Rice!! I checked out all their awesome free games on Itch and my favorite one was Wake Me Up If You Need Me because I love a cute lil romance. <3 In it you play as a psychopath who calls up this poor guy at 2am every night—nah it’s actually very sweet, I just felt bad keeping the poor boy awake!

Anyways I’m not the best artist, but wanted to draw a little something to go with what I wrote (see below the cut). Since MC doesn’t have an appearance, I got to be a little creative. Enjoy and be sure to check out Rice's games! @rice373, I hope you like it and have a wonderful holiday season!! <3

“Merry Christmas, Karu! Of course I wouldn’t forget you!” I happily dangle the catnip mouse a couple inches over the fluffy white cat’s head. His tail flicks with excitement and his pupils grow huge. I laugh as he expertly snatches it away with one swipe of his paw. “He likes it!”

“He really likes it,” Reed agrees as Karu flops over and begins bunny-kicking the poor mouse.

“Okay! My turn to open another present! Please don’t let this one be another calculus book…” I cast some side-eye on the Calculus for Dummies book I tossed onto my pile. “You’re not allowed to make me do math on Christmas, Reed!”

Reed rolls his eyes and rubs at the forever-present dark circles under them. “Trust me, that book will be the gift that keeps on giving. For both of us.”

“Yeah, okay,” I snort as I tear the candy cane-colored wrapping paper off my next present, harboring zero intention of cracking that book open.

“And with my phone being broken, you need something to fall back on.”

I nod along, keeping a smooth expression. Calling him in the middle of the night is much more fun than being forced to read a calculus book. Hearing his voice and giving him a hard time is like a little reward for my suffering.

The sight of my next gift makes me gasp. “An owl onesie?!”

“For my favorite night owl,” Reed chuckles, pink tinging his cheeks.

I immediately put it on. “It’s so comfy cozy! I’m never gonna take it off!”

“That might earn you several strange looks when you go to class.”

“Okay, I can’t take the suspense anymore…time for you to open your present!” I pull a neatly-wrapped gift from the pile and offer it with both hands. He smiles and goes to accept, but I suddenly feel self-conscious. “I’m sorry I only got you the one present! I used up all my savings. And I know you said not to go too crazy, but I couldn’t stop myself…”

Instead of recklessly tearing through to the present as I do, Reed carefully unsticks each piece of tape and gently unwraps the paper, as if to preserve it. When he sees the gift I got him, his jaw drops.

“I…you…you got me a phone?!”

“Do you like it?”

“This is too much! The new models are so expensive!”

I giggle at his beaming face. “It’s a present to me, too, so I can go back to calling you every night!”

“You really shouldn’t have.” He tries to inject some sarcasm into his voice, but he’s far too overjoyed to pull it off. In awe, he opens up the new phone to marvel at it. “Wow. My old phone was…”

“Ancient.”

“Yeah. This is amazing! Thank you so much.”

Reed wraps me in a hug. I sigh, enjoying his warmth. “Merry Christmas, Reed.”

“Merry Christmas. Your number will be the first one I add.”

I laugh, full of glee.

While Reed plays around with his new phone, I attempt to clean up the tornado of wrapping paper I created. Karu is having a blast hiding and shooting through it, easily distracting me. In the end, I wind up constructing a huge wrapping paper mountain for her to play in.

“Hmm…” Reed murmurs as he explores his new phone. “Since this phone is way newer than my old one, it should have a lot of new features and updates…”

“Yup!” I lean over his shoulder to see the screen and point stuff out. “The camera on this phone is sooo much better. Look, look, you can take a picture of Karu and turn her into a sticker!"

“There’s one cool feature I’ve been meaning to try…”

“Oh?”

I watch eagerly as he opens up the settings…clicks on a tiny purple moon icon…and turns on “Do Not Disturb” mode.

~The End

#indie vn secret santa #wake me up if you need me #VNSS2024

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marialikeswritting-take-two · 1 year ago

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Howell wizard x fem! Reader

'Nice to meet you'

Fluff/comedic fic

((Note that I'm the original author I'm just reposting my old oneshots on my new blog and will make part 2 for this oneshot ))

Grammatical corrections done plus rewrite at some points

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Before the two of you had met Cass was the person you've made friends first, you weren't in the boxing club like her,but you had to be since toast was your friend or she just said it often enough you just don't mind at that point

If you where being realistic toast was a blast to be around at times. Ofcourse all the time would get you confused with her, ranting? still though you found toast to be another bestie when need of a more exciting route

But with Cass you two actually hung out together alot more calming but stil fun especially after boxing which ment the two of you found more grounds on the blossoming friendship

She actually taught you a few defens skills and you....

Well you just had so many hobies to share you,and what I mean is you where all over the place

You would model for her in your new knitted cardigans and awesome tailord dresses you made on you're very old sewing machine( it looked to be from the 1960's and still kicking to this day)next you both are having a karaoke battle your decent to say the least

It was a bright afternoon when all of a sudden banging on the front door

"Hey (y/n) come with me!" said Cass in front of the pastel purple door of her bestfriends house

Some rummaging was heard from the inside but soon enough the door was slowly ipend and revealed (y/n) with her hair a total mess

"Ughhh Cass you woke me upppp" Cass gave her a look "you think I care. Come on let's get you dressed" the greenette drag her friend back to her room up the stairs and straight to the closet and ipend it, she turned to (y/n) and roled her eyes "pick an outfit you crazed fashionista" (y/n) huffed

"fine but don't complain to me if i take a minute" Cass nodded her head and leand on the wall one foot on it and from the inside of the closet she heard "don't put your musty shield on my beautiful wall!!" Cass immediately put it down with a bean of sweat on her face

After a good while the two went to the kitchen grabbed an apple for (y/n) and cass got a drink from her fridge then out of the house

"So where are we going Cass" (y/n) looked to her friend as she smoothed her hair "we are going to the cat cafe one of my brothers made you haven't been ther and I just realised that haha" you looked at her shocked "I didn't know you had brothers let alone a cafe?!" Cass looks at her confused "What yes I have multiple times I've told you how annoying they can be dummy!!"

Cass flick her friends forehead,(y/n) winced in the pain " I have a bad memory Cass you know thissssss" the (h/c nette) wines "yeah okay Whatever Sparkles,now come on your gonna love the cute cats we have" Cass persuaded and it seemed to work since her friend and smiled Then out of nowhere

"*sniff* ooo is that vanilla" she question (y/n) on the perfume she laughed a little and then responded "yup spot on once again bestie" Cass celebrated a little as she walked along side her friend "so how many brothers you go Cass" she looked at her friend "I got six and they are a handful but I deal with it I guess plus i can kick their asses anytime" Cass smirked

After walking along the sidewalk for a few minutes the two arrived at the cat cafe "Here we are" Cass extended one arm dramatically making (y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile

"okay now let's get inside dummy" Cass grabbed (y/n) and drag her to the door and got the two inside

Cass inhale "EVERYONE I BROUGHT MY FRIEND GET YOUR BUTT'S OUT HERE!" sounds of plates crashing and shuffling where heard from the kitchen making (y/n) a little concerned

Around the corner a girl came up to them "Hi I'm bee nice to meet ya" a girl with brown hair and a happy smile greeted "oh hello bee I'm (y/n)" she introduced herself to Bee smiled and offer something from the tray she was holding.

"here try this their supper good" "oh uhh-" then out of nowhere someone bust burst through the door from the kitchen and started yelling at bee "bee you better not be eating the food of some customer..again"

Bee seem to panicked "no no I would never I was just uhhhh...oh yeah greeting Cass's friend (y/n)!! look isn't she just gorgeous right!?!" She used the (h/c) girl as a distraction as she fled to the other side of the restaurant

The guy in question turned to face the girl that bee had just referred "good cause i don't want to FIRE you bee-" He was stunned looking at the girl right before him she was absolutely gorgeous the outfit she wore a light pastel green and pink cardigan a pastel yellow skirt whith little hearts

Her face seemed to be confused he probably looked stupid but he couldn't help the next thing to come out of his mouth

"Cute." Did he just said that oh no he did

He slap his mouth shut and went running to the kitchen leaving a confused and pink-dusted cheeks (y/n) she hold her hands and smiled gently flattered "thanks" she mumbled under her breath

"what was that" Cass turned to her friend who quickly dismissed her question "you know what whatever let me introduce you to the guys so you obviously just met Howell who has for some reason called you cute as a first Impression, then there's Wesley say hi" he waved at you "good, now then there's Crispin obsessed whit clown stuff" Crispin looked offended then huffed and turned around to do something "then there's Deckard"...

Time went on and she kept on introducing her brothers but there was only one thing on (y/n)'s mind that guy Howell he seemed like the type of guy she would like to be around even by the short interaction she had to admit he looked supper adorable and kinda hot in her opinion she just must befriend him at once! Was all she thought

"Here try this" Cass offered (y/n) another plate of food made by the lovely Deckard "oh thanks" she dived into the food as it was placed before her

Cass went into the kitchen her happy expression faded as she looked at her brother Howell "are you really gonna stay in here the whole time she is out there or are you gonna be a manchild and mope around because you dont know how to start a conversation whith my friend" he blushed at his own embarrassment from earlier "no way I cant I lost my touch I'm not extravagant as I usually am I cannot face her" he retorts "come on you cant stay in here forever dummy" she looked at him with a waist eyebrow making him sigh "whatever you do you but ima murder you when we go home" he shivered at the tought

He had two options it seemd one get over it and talk to the pretty pastel girl that is beyond the kitchen doors and possibly face more embarrassment on his end

Or two get his ass whipped by his sister who would not hold back even if he'd beg and bribe her with anything he owned

Better go with the first option he couldn't risk bribing Cass with his beautiful workout equipment it looked better on him anyways

Time then seem to fly by as the two talked and she got a few more things to eat,the food was just to good then (y/n)'s phone buzz and she picked it up and saw that she had to go "awe man I got to go" she spoke in a sad tone,Howell looked at her with his own sad smile "oh well do you want the check now?"

She looked at him and smiled and smiled a few hundred Bill's "this will about cover it" she got up and started to walk away "hey wait this it too much and you need your change!" She then wrote some numbers on a piece of napkin (y/n) looked back at the green hair boy and smirked "it's fine pretty boy you can pay me back with a date and her you go" he nearly choked on his own saliva and looked at the paper she gave him confused "wait what!" She was out the door by then and he went after her

"I said what I said see ya!!" He stood there stunned and red tinted cheeks he hadn't noticed his siblings right the with him until cass put a hand on his shoulder the aura became tense "your gonna take her on that date right" it sounded more of a command than a question,he gulped

"why ofcourse what kind of a man would I be to ditched such a fine woman such as her" he defended himself still blushing cuasing the other's to notice "ooo Howells got it bad!!!"

"20 buck they get together" "Ha! 30 if they get married by the end if the month" cass turned around "Hey that my bestfriend your talking about!" She stared to chase them around while they all scream in laughter

Howell was left outside to think about (y/n) she ayre was something truly different he then took out the napkin she gave him and once again was shocked "she-she gave me her NUMBER AAAAHH OH MY GOSH!!!" Bee then came from beside him "wow you scored today nice" she finger gun him and he got annoyed "go back to work bee" she quickly oblige and left immediately leaving Howell alone to stare happily at the napkin

While (y/n) was waking around the sidewalk smiling to herself about the cute pretty boy she had just met "hope he actually texts me" she contemplated looking up a the sky with a small smile "I sure hope he will"

Something was going to happend that would change the path of these two people and it was going to be a beautiful story

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You can find me on wattpad or quotev at marialikeswritting I have my original works already post there I will post this one on my oneshot book eventually anyway check that out If you want

#howell wizard x reader #bee and puppycat x reader #fanfiction #x reader #character x reader

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writergirl3 · 2 years ago

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4 Town’s Reaction To You Getting Glasses

Okay, I know this is a kinda kooky and niche idea, but hear me out! I got glasses today and have been in need of some writing fodder, so...I guess that's what this is.

Not proofread, but don't hold that against me. Enjoy!

Robaire;

Robaire would definitely have taken the time to come with you to your optician appointment. Not only to soothe your anxieties, but to help you pick out a pair of glasses.

After spending the best part of half an hour trying on different models, each one met with gushing compliments from Robaire, you finally decide on a pair.

Needless to say, Robaire loves you in glasses. Genuinely. He always tells you how intelligent he thinks they make you look, which is definitely a good thing in his book.

If you feel a little insecure about needing glasses, Robaire will dissolve every anxiety you have with his charming words. And yes, some of then will be French.

Jesse;

As a glasses wearer himself, Jesse sure was happy when you arrived home one day with a new pair of specs. He’s never been a fan of wearing them himself, and the fact that you now share the burden elicits some cheeky teasing from him. Just to pay you back, though!

Seeing you wearing glasses will encourage him to ditch his contacts more often. The other boys like to call you ‘eight eyes’ as a new couple name. It’s all in good jest, but they actually think that you both look super cute together both wearing glasses.

Of course, if you follow Jesse’s example and opt for contacts, he’ll get it. If this is out of insecurity, he’ll make sure to always remind you of how cute you look with your glasses on whenever you do wear them.

Aaron T;

We know T is a bit of a tease, but he would reign in the glasses-related nicknames when you first put them on. Whether you like them or not, he’ll look at you agape. When you question him, he’ll reassure you that it’s because you look ‘freakin’ adorable’.

Now, that’s not to say that he won’t make small jokes about your glasses. Not in a mean way! He’ll call you ‘nerd’ or some other lighthearted nicknames. He’ll probably also treat you like some sort of superhero, claiming that your glasses give you x-ray vision or something. He’s such a dummy.

And, he’s also a simp for you. So, he’ll definitely get some fake glasses so that you both match. Like he’ll go to a 3D movie just to get the glasses and pop the lenses out. It’s actually really cute, and makes you feel better about yourself if you’re a bit insecure about being a glasses-wearer. Trust me, those insecurities won’t live another day so long as T’s love for you is around.

Aaron Z;

Z actually gets really flustered when he sees you wearing glasses for the first time. I mean, he’s flustered by everything you do, but something about you wearing glasses makes his heart race that little bit faster.

If you question his gawking, he’ll clumsily reassure you that he loves the way they look on you. So, you can bet your life that both of you will be blushing messes.

On a more practical note, Z will always make sure that you wear your glasses if you need them. Hell, he’ll probably buy you a spare pair that he carries around in case you forget yours. Don’t even give him any “I don’t need them” excuses. Z will put them on you if he has to. But it’s just because he loves you!

And if you’re a little unsure about your new look? Well, of course Z will give you all the little compliments about your glasses/eyes/face/entire being that it takes for you to see yourself- with the help of your glasses- as he does.

Tae Young;

Like T, Tae is a complete and utter simp for you. And seeing you in your new glasses when you get home from the opticians? Floors him. Utterly.

He’ll stammer out how amazing and cute he thinks you look, and he seriously means it. As an undercover Harry Potter nerd, he can’t get enough of your new look.

Honestly, he’s kinda jealous that you get to wear them because he wants to look like his wizarding hero. Over time, you’ll actually have to fight him off so that he doesn’t ruin his own eyes with your prescription. If he ever does get a hold of your glasses, though? He looks ridiculously adorable.

He thinks the same about you, for sure. So, if you’re ever not loving your bespectacled face, he’ll dispel any insecurities with over-excitable, sugary-sweet compliments.

(How they'd all look at you with your new glasses on, fr)

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possumteeths · 2 years ago

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Just read raider gangbang and it's like... The most wholesome thing. Loved the dynamics between the boys and Stella, and that most didn't look like models. Like with Bailey, how his big features looked goofy to her, but his personality made it endearing and attractive. Or what kind of a man can pull off a rat-tail?? An infuriating twerp who somehow makes it cute, that's who. Even though I hope she gives in to the urge to cut it of.

And Stella is so... Idk lovable?? In that snarky kinda way that makes you wanna do whatever she says, but only after being snarky back. Like how can you NOT tease and mess with her when she is being all bossy <3 was kinda imagining she looked like Tanya from mamma mia, and then she straight up lounged with a sunhat and everything haha (move out of the way lads, I'm gonna steal her for myself)

Also so cute how she was so ok with the idea that some of them would want something different - with someone different - one day.

Makes me wonder who she thinks of as entirely hers though? My bets on at the very least Bailey, Leon and Theo

Anyway, loved it and I loved Stella!! Hope you write more for her and her scrungly harem <3 and all of the note ideas seemed like so much fun!

Oh my god!!! I am grinning so fkn wide reading this, thank you so much for putting this in my inbox. What a gift omg I am just AAAA!!

This story is one of my absolute favorites, I know its long as hell for a single chapter but it kinda serves as its own lil mini completed story so I left it as such. I love love love all the characters and they all have so much personality! I definitely wanted body and face diversity because its the WASTELAND, like theyre all cute to HER and probably her descriptions wouldnt be the same to someone else.

She’d refuse to describe herself as a nurturing type but she so is, she sees all these dummies as like a basket of puppies who obviously need to be taken care of DUH. Also I love that she turns her nose up at them being raiders and likely doing sketchy shit and she’s like hm, i don’t like the shower is super bloody but wow a new chair thank u!!! I definitely enjoy that she makes things overcomplicated and difficult for herself because of her stubborn heart. Nobody TOLD her to go fuck all these dudes and she’s acting as if she HAS to hahah I love that you were imagining tanya thats perfect. Milf!!! energy!!

Stella is my BABYGIRL like i totally get it hahaha maam can I!! be in your harem? surely you need an escape from the cloud of idiot testosterone sometimes!

I think any of the boys who were named at the end are officially hers, so Colt, Theo, Leon and Bailey. Its a good mix of different personalities and I would love to explore more of their whole dynamic. Certain other side characters who got in on the action im very attached to haha, sackhood for one. I have plans and wip’s that include sackhood, zombie freak and some others.

Thank you again for reading and taking the time to send your message! What an absolute treat! Literally I am just stupid happy for your comment hahaha.

#favorite #IM KEEPING THIS TO LOOK AT FOREVERRR #I love this story so fkn much hahaha #Im actually working on an original work using this story and taking the fallout out of it and taking the time to develop all the #relationships and dynamics further Ive got about 50k of it and im hoping for it to be my first KDP published novel #But also I have a wip of a new girl with zombie freak and sackhood and freckles guy so hahaha its a secret for now because inspiration comes #and goes #long post #sackhood’s name is everett and he has a whole backstory hes just a widdle babybaby who needs (a big tough wastelander girl to basically just #ur my boyfriend now and ur gonna do everything I say and he’s like so enraptured by someone choosing him out of everyone that he’s like! 🫡

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bogleech · 3 months ago

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I got this one in the early 90's when I was still in public school, and they took us to the Natural History museum in DC. I saw it in the gift shop and was ECSTATIC because I thought fleas were the coolest looking animals ever and I still do. It's specifically supposed to be a cat flea and is accurately detailed! I've seen from photos that a smaller version was produced, but I've never seen it. This would be the only lifelike plastic flea I'd see for many years.

This simple, solid black one was part of a set that included lice, ticks and a bedbug! The set was also the first thing in my life I ever ordered from the internet, with my mom's help, when I was about 12 or 13ish and computers were a new thing to both of us. I still have them all but we're talking about fleas now. It's cute, though it's also fat and round which isn't quite how a flea is. Fleas are flat like skinny fish!

I never saw another plastic flea until over 20 something years later(!!!) even though I was always on the lookout for them, and finally found this cheap veterinary reference model only a few years ago. It's a block of model skin with a fairly crude rubber dog flea glued to it, which I left as-is. The translucent yellow glob represents an infected flea bite. Oh no! The rascal.

Now early this very year I found another really accurate one, originally from gachapon machines! It's such a lovely red, and the front legs for whatever reason are articulated to raise up and down as one piece.

A few months later I got another gacha machine flea, now the most "real" looking that I own, which is owed heavily to its beautiful translucency. This is specifically a "human flea," actually a fairly rare pest in the modern world, but adapted enough to human hosts that they aren't as spiny and bristly as the fleas adapted to furrier mammals!

Now finally LAST WEEK I got this odd one for a few dollars on eBay, which was probably a promotional item for flea medication. It's pretty decent, though the body is lacking a lot of detail, a single middle leg is missing and the nubby antennae are mistakenly painted like a second set of eyes. It has a little metal loop so you can hang it up!

Here are some flea facts:

They are related to scorpionflies, which aren't related to much else. A whole insect group is pretty much just these two completely different types of weird guy!

Fleas have no trace of wings left, not even nubs, but are one of nature's most powerful jumpers. Why didn't they just keep wings then? Because wings would easily break off in the fur of a host! Leaping is the next best way to get on and off their food source.

Most fleas don't live directly on the host but reproduce on the ground, where they even deposit excess blood to feed their scavenging larvae!

Only a few fleas will really readily bite humans, and most can't reproduce long term on human blood. This is also true of other bloodsucking arthropods, they all lean a little host-specific

Fleas are among the insect groups that make silk! The larvae spin a cocoon, and its sticky surface collects bits of sand and dirt for protection and camouflage.

Once a flea pupates, it can wait for months until it detects a host and then instantly emerge from its cocoon.

Fleas are completely unrelated to and nothing like lice, which are a different insect group, or ticks, which are arachnids. None of these have wings either, but lice and ticks never learned to jump! Dummies!

Cat and dog fleas are used by tapeworms as vectors. The tapeworm larvae emerge when the flea is accidentally swallowed by the animal's grooming behavior. Dog tapeworms are exceptionally dangerous to humans, do not eat dog fleas without cooking them to a safe temperature as recommended by the FDA

Why was there a 20 year gap in my collection, which suddenly doubled in only this year alone? Did interest in artificial fleas surge in 2024?? Well it should keep surging. I don't want to wait until I'm 60 to find another one.

I'll also be pretty pissed if I'm 60 before there's a flea in Pokemon 😞

All the realistic plastic fleas I now own. There's one more variety out there but it's part of a veterinary model set that costs over $100 😡

Do you want me to tell you about every single one individually

#toys #biology #animals #stuff

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hikachin · 3 years ago

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Im new to the whole furumako fandom. Do you have any fun facts about him?

Hmm.. I have a few~

I am not a senior when it comes to Makonyan tho ^^;;

Thanks to some seniors in tumblr, twitter, and FB I am able to share what I know about him ^^ thanks to my senpai such as Dali on FB for helping me :')

Ah please do note that there are more than what I wrote here! I'm just listing down the ones that are clear in my mind ^^

(?): questionable, needs re-check

Born in Kumamoto

He is a Libra

His MBTI is ISFP (?)

Likes strawberries (I think it's mostly strawberry milk)

A Midorikawa Hikaru fanboy (if I'm not mistaken he became a seiyuu bcuz of him)

Doesn't drink alcohol that much (in some occasions I think he does)

Doesn't smoke

A tea lover. He can drink up to 2-3 litres of black tea a day.

He has a hobby of going to shrines and pray for jobs. He said job offers come to him when he prayed.

He likes the color blue

He likes red for his "inside clothings"

Sees Cinderella somehow as a distorted character (referring to his song "Hai Glass")

He's an only child (?)

Part of the table tennis club in middle school and the going-home club in highschool

He created a band with his table tennis club members for a bunkasai in his school. He's the vocalist

He got his nickname "Makonyan" from the Golden Time radio

Unfortunately allergic to cats

Ironically, he compares himself to a cat

Loves the Fate series and the Gundam series

Collects Gundam models

Cried in his online live because of the staff waving their lightsticks for him

He likes reading (which is most likely why he's so poetic 😂)

He can cook cuz he lives alone for such a long time

Went to Fukuoka to train as a seiyuu

Likes okonomiyaki

Sees himself as a "dull purple" bcuz he said people around him sees him as "dirty" (as in... the perverted type)

Doesn't want to go back to school

Would like to pull off the drum and base guitar

His type is girls with ponytails

I think he also likes girls who can spoil him (?)

Likes spicy food and is willing to eat them even tho it's painful.

Describes his voice as colorful (?)

Fellow seiyuu like IshiKai described him as a serious person

Nicknamed "Volume ghost" by many seiyuu fans. Origins of this nickname could be from when he performed "Waga Konton no Sabath Marriage" as Asselin BB II. Fans were surprised by the volume of his voice that some say they "broke their ear drums" cuz they were too near to the speakers.

Loves Afuri Cup Noodles that he once bought three at once from 7-11 (This one is from Kataribe ep 89. Credits to Kenzy for this ✨)

DISLIKES SHIBARI PLAY (Vampire Dies in no Time event 2023)

One of his most treasured items is the fountain pen Midorikawa-san gave him. He then later on wrote a letter for Midorikawa-san for one of his shows' SP

Owns a pair of Airmax 90 LTR, recommended by Midorikawa-san

And now... some of my personal facts about him:

He's very handsome 😭

Has a cute smile

Barely uploads anything in his SNS and usually just retweets stuff related to him and his work

Very poetic (can be seen in his songs)

A master in the dummy head mic world 💀

Very caring towards his kouhais

A very down-to-earth person imo

Lowkey a pervert 😭👌

Has a really powerful voice

His high pitched voice makes him sound dorky which is so adorable 😭

#furukawa makoto #古川慎 #seiyuu #声優

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Routines

Tim and Marinette lived busy lives.

It was by choice, of course.

They were both prominent figures in their fields that could pick and choose the assignments they wished to take, had more money than they could ever dream of using thanks to the hefty trust fund that being even tangentially related to Bruce Wayne provided, and no one would blame them if they were to lessen or give up their vigilantism. If they wished, there was nothing stopping them from taking a smaller workload, from using up all of their sick days, from taking vacations, from quitting their jobs entirely...

That being said, they likely never would.

And the tabloids loved to speculate on their relationship because of it. How could they spend much time together if Tim was always at work, developing new technology for Wayne Enterprises? Marinette was cheating, how could she not when so much of her job as a designer involved getting up close and personal with models? Not to mention all of the business trips. Surely, the relationship had some kind of monetary motivation, or maybe it was just to more seamlessly merge their companies, or it had only happened for PR reasons.

They let them speculate. They simply didn’t know better.

The tabloids didn’t get to see how they acted behind closed doors, after all.

There would be days where neither of them went in to work. It wasn’t due to some sort of sickness that Tim had caught thanks to his lack of spleen, nor would it be because Marinette had hit some kind of artist’s block. No, it was simply because they wanted to spend time together.

They took breaks. Technically. If you squint.

There would be days where neither of them went into work. It wasn’t due to some sort of sickness that Tim had caught thanks to his lack of spleen, nor would it be because Marinette had hit some kind of artist’s block. No, it was simply because they wanted to spend time together.

They would turn on the coffee machine and then make their way over to the sofa. Marinette would nestle herself into his side and smile as he wrapped his arm around her. He would pull her as close as he possibly could so he could still use both arms to type.

He usually took video calls like this. It was always so much easier to maintain a pleasant smile, even when people often looked down on him for his age, because whenever he felt it start to waver he could simply look down at his girlfriend and suddenly he would find that it would be back in full force.

She would prop her sketchbook on her legs and start on some new designs. The designs she did like this were always, inexplicably, more lively than the other ones -- full of vibrant colors and swooping curves in a way that some of her other works lacked. If asked, Marinette would joke that the secret ingredient was love.

And, sure, this wasn’t technically taking a break from work. They were still productive, still did tasks...

But they counted it. They always came back to work the next day with the same euphoric feelings in their chests, the same springs in their steps. How could they not? They’d spent the entire day doing what they loved with the person that they loved. Who could ever want a break from that?

Every time one of them came back from a business trip, they made sure to spend the night together.

Tim would lay back in bed, Marinette on top of him. Her head would come to rest on his chest, clutching the back of his shirt tightly. His fingers would find their way to her hair and she would huff a little, knowing that her hair was about to get hopelessly tangled as he fidgeted with the silky strands, but she would nuzzle into his chest all the same.

They would watch a TV show. It didn’t matter whether it was good or bad. As long as there were people and some semblance of a plot, they would gladly stay wrapped up in each other’s arms to watch it.

Tim would rattle off whatever theories he had developed as they came to mind. Some of them were absolutely insane, he knew, and would never happen… but it was worth making a fool of himself if it got Marinette’s face to light up or if he earned one of those little giggles that escaped her when he was instantly proven wrong.

Marinette would, at least, pause the show whenever she wanted to talk, though it wasn’t out of an understanding of how time works. No, it was so she could sit up a little in his lap and point at whichever character had offended her this time. She would go on long rants about how makeup was just as important as outfits in costuming, but it was often overlooked in favor of making the actors look pretty. And, maybe she had already said all of this before, but it’s important, Tim! And he would just nod his agreement. Because it was important -- a TV night certainly wouldn’t feel like a TV night without at least one rant.

And then the screen would go black, the most recent episode done.

Tim would draw back a little and then pretend to be shocked when his hands were stuck in her hair.

“Oh noooooo,” he’d say. “I guess I can’t let go yet.”

“How unfortunate,” she would deadpan.

He’d smile cheekily at her.

“Shut up.”

“But I didn’t even say anything!” He’d argue with overexaggerated offense.

She would smile, shaking her head as much as she could with the fingers in her hair. “You didn’t have to. You have a presence about you.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” he’d say.

And, sometimes, she’d bring her hands up to cup his face. “Not sure if it was a compliment, but I definitely wouldn’t have it any other way,” she’d whisper before pulling him closer for a kiss.

… but, most of the time she would just laugh and say: “It wasn’t one.”

Once a month, Marinette tried to teach Tim to cook. Of course, they both knew it was a hopeless endeavor. He’d failed to make mac n’ cheese once, and Marinette -- who had lived the first eighteen years of her life in a Parisian bakery -- wasn’t good at discerning which meals were ‘easy to do’.

But that didn’t stop her from trying.

She would come up with a new recipe, would claim that this one was truly dummy proof…

And then Tim, dummy that he was, would manage to mess it up. Without fail, he would find some way to do something wrong. He would leave the milk on the stove and then be surprised when said milk on the stove decided to revolt against the system. He would raise the temperature on the thing they were baking so it would go faster and then be shocked when the cake didn’t rise at all. He would put too much in the mixer and then not understand why the contents had exploded over the two of them.

Worst thing was, she was pretty sure he was actually trying. He just… couldn’t seem to do it.

So, she would just kiss the disappointed frown off of his face and promise that they would do better next time.

And, every time without fail, he would light up.

“There will be a next time?” He would ask.

“Yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute, I can’t say I love being covered in ingredients.”

Tim would kiss her cheek, and then draw back and lick his lips. “I don’t know, I kind of like it. Something about my girlfriend being covered in tasty food really does something for me.”

“Like I said: you’re lucky you’re cute.”

And, even though she would say that, there was no mistaking the amusement dancing in her eyes.

They weren’t particularly religious, it was hard to be when Marinette had a god living in her earrings that obeyed her every command…

Which meant celebrations for the two of them were few and far between.

But, at least, they celebrated their anniversary.

They would sit on the rooftop, the blankets doing nothing to keep the hard tiles of the roof from digging into them and they did even less against the chilly Gotham air.

She’d stare up at the sky with him.

And, since it was Gotham, there were very few stars to be seen through the dark red and black haze of clouds that hung over the city.

But they didn’t mind.

Marinette smiled. “It’s our colors.”

He didn’t look over, watching the colors swirl above them. “Even the sky thinks we’re a good couple.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. The sky god really does have a thing for love.”

He gave a short puff of laughter and finally tore his eyes away from the sky. “Really?”

She shrugged, grinning at him. “No clue. There might not even be a sky god.”

He scoffed and untangled his hand from its blanket prison to give her a tiny shove. She could have dodged the attempt with ease, but she allowed the hand to make contact.

To her surprise, he grabbed ahold of her shoulder and pulled her into him. She gave an undignified little squeak and, if it weren’t for the fact that he was right there, she would have probably faceplanted onto the tile.

But, instead, her face came crashing into his soft, pillowy shoulder.

She looked up at the crooked grin that she had come to love over the years and huffed, pulling her own arms free so she could shove him. For real.

He flopped back, the hand he’d managed to get out coming to rest over his chest as if he were hurt.

“How could you? Roofs hurt, you know.”

“Well, yeah, if you throw yourself down on tiles it’s not going to feel too great.”

He cracked a grin, though he quickly tamped it down to keep up the act: “Victim blaming at its finest.”

She rolled her eyes and leaned over him. One of her hands cradled his cheek, her thumb tracing the tiny scar on his cheekbone.

He looked up at her. And she thought, somewhere, that maybe the reason the pollution in the city was just some kind of coverup so no one would know that they all resided in Tim’s eyes.

And then she cursed herself mentally for thinking something so cheesy.

She had to make up for it somehow:

“You’re the worst, I hope you know that.”

“I am. But you love me anyway.”

Dang it. How was she supposed to feign being annoyed when he looked at her like that? With that soft smile and thick lashes and hair that framed his face just so.

She decided it wasn’t worth trying to pretend.

Marinette let herself match his smile.

“I do.”

“Save those words for our wedding,” he joked softly.

She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even proposed yet.”

“I could be doing that right now. Who knows, this could all be my plan.”

“It’d be a good plan,” she said. “I’d probably say yes.”

He narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Isn’t that essentially you proposing to me?”

She tipped her head to the side, considering, then she laughed a little. “I guess it kind of is. So, Tim, will you marry me?”

His eyes widened to an almost comical degree.

And then his face lit up with a smile that made her heart flutter.

“I hope you know I want a ring.”

She giggled. “Just say yes, you idiot. We can always get the ring tomorrow.”

His smile only stretched further. “Yes. I’d love to marry you.”

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips brushed against his.

“I love you, too,” he breathed.

Marinette didn’t hesitate any longer, tilting her head to give him a proper kiss. He freed himself of the blanket and she gasped a little against his lips as he wrapped her up in it as well, drawing her close.

She pulled away just a little, her forehead coming to rest against his. She couldn’t seem to get the dopey smile off of her face, but she wasn't completely sure she even wanted it gone.

“I proposed first, so I won,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.

He smiled. “No, I did.”

#i did the impossible and got 100 subs on ao3 #so i figured id attempt the impossible again #its all fluff #not a single swear #AND its a oneshot #i did it i did the impossible we can all go home now #(please dont leave lol)#maribat #routines #shutterbug #timari #timmari #timinette #red robin #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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obey-only-me · 3 years ago

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The Brothers and Diavolo’s First Kiss with MC By: Akuzondelivery

Lucifer

- You had stayed behind to help clean up after the student council. Lucifer stayed as well to walk you home.

- On the way out you dropped some of the folders and documents from today’s meeting.

- “I’ll help, you’ve already done so much. Thank you MC.” Those eyes and that smirk looked up to you.

- You suddenly felt how close you were to him and stiffened.

- It was Lucifer who was so good at reading you, he noticed your tensed demeanor.

- “What’s wrong?” His gloved fingers reached to tuck a strand of hair away from your face. Though you were trying to hide it at the moment.

- “No, nothing’s wrong. Ready to go?”

- You hurriedly placed the stray papers away and turned to a looming gaze.

- “Oh-!” Lucifer gently lifted your chin and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. Something he’d done to tease you in the past.

- He pulled away with a smirk, fully intending to stop there but something just clicked.

- He eased forward again to ensnare your lips in his. You let your impulses get the best of you as you kissed back, bracing yourself against his chest.

- Breaking for a moment his crimson eyes focused solely on you

- “I...lets continue this in my room.”

Mammon

- You sat together on the floor of your room while watching a drama.

- He had spent some time during the episode play on his DDD.

- “Hey! MC! Check it out, I’m on the new ad for that last shoot I did!”

- A lot of attractive female and male demons wore formal wear mixed with sportswear.

- And there dead center was Mammon looking as gorgeous as ever. For some reason you felt a rush of heat run to your face.

- “H-hey, what’s with that look?” Shit he noticed right away.

- Instinctively you covered your face with your hands to hide. “Don’t look dummy!”

- You hear him come closer, laughing like an asshole.

- “Oh so MC can’t be charmed by Asmo but by the Great Mammon?”

- You feel his hands on your wrists as he gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

- “C’mon, let me see your face. I want to enjoy this moment!”

- You lower your hands with a frustrated pout, face red like a cherry.

- “Aw don’t pout at-“

- You cut him off with a lip crashing kiss, leaning into him with a little more enthusiasm than you expected.

- There was a long pause after as you both stared at each other’s redden expressions of surprise.

- “You...you should...do that again.” He whispered, staring at your lips.

Levi

- You knock on Levi’s door with the final season of the newest anime craze from the human world.

- Today the two of you are bingeing the whole thing! Levi almost snatched you into the room already excited to start.

- You sit side by side with your finale survival kit. Tissues, bandaids, chocolate, blanket, Teddy Beel, and of course a Ruri-Chan plushie.

- Fast forward four hours and the chocolate is gone, the blanket is in use, and Levi had a bandaid on his hand that he slammed into the floor after a particularly hard to watch scene.

- “It’s just...so hard to say goodbye to this world.” Levi sobbed.

- “I know, my heart isn’t ready to say goodbye to Akira senpai!”

- ��MC! I! Will be your Akira senpai!” Levi had turned to hold your hands together as he spoke.

- He seemed so serious but you knew he was caught up with the story.

- You smiled but couldn’t reply as he gave you a sweet and tender kiss.

- “That’s-that’s my confession...to you MC. I’m! I'm confessing to you MC!”

- You are absolutely stunned, thinking carefully a moment you return his kiss, throwing the blanket over you two to hide your blushing face.

Asmo

- You met up with Asmo to shop for a new casual outfit.

- After finding a store with lots of things you liked, Asmo asked for a fashion show.

- If a piece looked particularly good he would applaud and ask for a strut.

- After you were done changing into your street clothes Asmo is standing right outside the changing room door.

- Kabe Don, obviously still trying to enchant you even though it’s never worked.

- “You know I'd love to see you model some things for me privately.”

- You laugh, knowing how flirty he gets.

- “Well that’s too bad, I’d rather put on a show”.

- Without warning you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

- You whimsically brush pass a frozen Asmo toward the checkout counter.

- Asmo is taken completely off guard and sputters out an inaudible response.

- Determined to return the favor tenfold.

Satan

- You were in the library in Satan’s room, returning a book he leant you.

- He turned from a shelf he was scanning to greet you.

- After placing the book on a nearby table you leaned against the table while resting against it, facing Satan as he walked closer to you.

- “I’m glad you liked the book, there are a few more in that series you should try.”

- He brought over three other volumes and placed them on the table next to you. Very slightly his face grazed yours.

- He realizes how close he is to you after noticing your blush.

- “Your face is so red...what are you thinking?”

- You let out a small noise as he closes the distance between you, fitting himself between your legs as you hop to sit on the edge.

- Kisses you gently, intending to pull away until he feels you push back slightly.

- Thought he would just tease you but ends up holding your hips closer as he continues.

- Tongue gently asks for permission to enter before twirling and kneading yours.

- You’re a red, blushing mess when he’s done with you.

- “Hm hm, you’re so cute MC...”

- Goes for a few more kisses.

Beel

- You were meeting Beel at the gym to get a bite at Hell’s Kitchen.

- A game was coming up and he’s been training a lot more than usual.

- He had just finished his last set on the weight bench.

- “Give me a sec to clean up.”

- You wiped the bench down and waited for him to get out of the locker room.

- Beel had a twisted look of discomfort when he came back.

- “Ugh, my arm is sore. I might have done too much.”

- “Here, show me where.” You said while already grabbing the right bicep.

- Your fingers kneaded gently where the muscle felt tense, focusing on how firm his arm and the rest of him felt. All while standing so close together.

- Beel stayed silent until you looked up to gauge his reaction.

- Before you could ask anything he kissed you gently, lingering when you didn’t pull away.

- “That feels better, thank you”

- Maybe he didn’t think anything of it as a demon but you as a human were glued to that spot, savoring the moment.

- “C-can...I have another?”

Belphie

- You were waiting in the garden at your favorite napping spot.

- Belphie was on his way to join you but you’ve been studying a lot and couldn’t fight it anymore.

- He saw you spread out on your blanket asleep already and pouted slightly.

- “No fair, we were suppose to nap together.” He mumbled as he threw a pillow down next to you and slowly slithered himself around you.

- Loooong cuddles turned into tight hugs. Has your body always been this warm and soft? Suddenly he couldn’t get enough contact with you. He wanted more.

- You shifted slightly before turning around in his arms to face him.

- The way you smiled in your sleep was irresistible to him.

- Softly Belphie pressed his lips against yours. Trying not to wake you, he gave you several more kisses.

- After deciding he’d pushed his luck enough he pulled away, but you were already heading towards his lips with another kiss.

- You wore a sly look as his cheeks grew flush.

- Completely shocked he froze. “I couldn’t help it...I want to kiss you more too.”

Diavolo

- Was very excited to have you visit the palace. You had asked him for a gift next time he went to the human world.

- He had just arrived back and summoned you to his palace to show it off.

- You watched as he brought out a 2000 piece puzzle of kittens in a basket.

- “Humans love these right? I found so many of them and so cheap!”

- So precious, you can’t help but start the puzzle with him. He watched as you shared your strategy to make the puzzle easier.

- Diavolo listened to you intently, smiling while watching your nimble fingers dance around for the right piece. Spending time with you was more important to him anything.

- After completing a corner you noticed Diavolo had stopped putting pieces together.

- “Do you need a break?” You asked with a smile, knowing this could be overwhelming.

- Instead he lifted your fingers and gently brushed his lips against them. Your face beamed with a deep red glow.

- But the prince didn’t hesitate to take advantage of your frozen state, placing an equally soft kiss on your lips.

- “I’ll take that as repayment...”

#obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo

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ash-and-starlight · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Your art is so beautiful and I love how detailed you design each character like they're all so unique and cute! I wanted to start getting into digital art and I've mostly only done portraits from the neck up. How did you learn to draw bodies and people in movement? (I have a new level of appreciation for comic and anime artists IT IS SO HARD) thank you!!

Heyyy thank you so so much omgg!! And yeaH I feel you so much comic & anime artists are just something else. For me the most useful things for learning to draw bodies etc (which,, I still have to learn so much about tbh) were 1. copy the work of artists I liked as an exercise/warmup and 2. learn old school textbook anatomy, like bones, tendons, muscle groups etc, and how they work (this was SO BORING but also very useful kfsfj)

there are also some very good books about figure drawing, I haven't read them all yet but I'm gonna give you a few titles

"Figure drawings for dummies" by Kensuke Okabayashi

"Drawing the living figure" by Joseph Sheppard

"Figure drawings without a model" by Ron Tiner

"Force - character design from life drawing" by Mike Mattesi (this one is very useful for movement and force lines in action poses)

"Art of drawing the human body" by Sterling I hope this helps <333

#the books are all easily piratable btw #I got them all from library genesis #if u have trouble just shoot me a dm and I'll give u the links #ask

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sxfterhearts · 4 years ago

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53. [4:07 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff, baker!au, baker!yugyeom, exchange student!y/n

➳ word count: 2,040 words

➳ summary: “Sit down, I’ll get it.”

➳ author's note: rach-stop-mentioning-food-in-every-single-timestamp-challenge: failed. just the thought of baker!yugs and bread has me feeling all soft and gooey inside. which is why i whipped this one up! it has been a phat minut since i last wrote so yea :”) (also i should mention italicised are korean!!) regardless i hope this will help brighten up your day a little!! sending many warm hugs xx

Your phone screeched from its resting place on the other side of your room, signalling the start of your day. It was strategically placed atop your wooden, old-fashioned dresser, with the sole purpose of motivating you to get out of bed and turn the damn thing off.

With a groan, you stretched all four of your limbs, releasing a satisfied yawn as your joints popped after a good nights’ rest.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it sneaked past the cracks the half-open blinds, painting your tiny studio apartment with lazy signs of life.

You dragged your sleep-ridden body to the dresser, still reluctant to start the day after what was an immensely taxing Friday night. Having just arrived in this bustling Korean city a mere two weeks ago, you were somewhat proud of yourself for landing a part-time job to support yourself when you started your semester of exchange. The only problem was, it happened to be a bartending job in a rowdier part of Seoul, commonly patronised by sleazy middle-aged men and their younger lady companions.

It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, anyways. Your Korean was still very much at an elementary level, which didn’t prove to be a hindrance in the bar you worked at. Most of the drinks were named in English, and the owner of the bar, a surprisingly kind, motherly lady in her sixties, paid you well above the minimum wage.

Still, it was your second Friday shift ever, and it clearly took its toll on you. Staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you cringed. The eyebags under your eyes were so dark it could’ve easily been mistaken as a smoky-eye look gone wrong; your lips were awfully chapped and an alarming shade of red, while a few nasty pimples threatened to break through the surface of your skin.

In other words, you looked like a wreck.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the time. Ten minutes past four. Oh no, you winced internally. You were going to be very late if you didn’t leave your house in the next fifteen minutes. As though an internal switch flipped on, you turned the shower to full blast and stepped inside, sucking in your teeth as the cold water splashed against your skin.

In eight minutes flat, you were tugging on your beat-up sneakers and dashing for the elevator in your only pair of clean, non-alcohol-stained jeans and a plain white t-shirt that you conveniently picked off the pile of dry clothes on your sofa. You jammed the down button a couple of times, all while checking the time on your phone.

“Shit,” You cursed under your breath. 4:19. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you sprinted down the fire escape and did not stop for a single breath until you reached the final destination: a charming little bakery across the road from your apartment.

Rushing to the bakery just before closing time had become a habit for you. Amidst the chaos of moving and finding your feet in this new city, the bakery and its never-ending stream of patrons were your source of stability. Not only was it less busy and crowded during the evening, but it was also much easier for you to snag a couple of good bargains in the form of randomly-packaged, discounted breads.

The fact that the cute baker was the last one in store and in charge of closing up was just an added bonus.

A high-pitched, annoying chime broke him out of his daze. With a groan, Yugyeom straightened his slumped figure and stretched his arms above his head, releasing a satisfied sigh as his backbone cracked.

It was late afternoon. The rays of sunshine splattered deep orange and gold as it flooded through the drawn, white lacey curtains, painting his grandfather’s bakery with calm and relief; a peaceful conclusion. The end of daylight was drawing near.

He wiped a stray trail of saliva off the corner of his mouth before sucking on a mint. Checking the clock that hang above rack upon empty rack which usually contained baked goods, his palms inexplicably grew clammy.

4:27, Yugyeom mused. He shook his head to clear his spiralling thoughts. Keep it together, dummy. Just because she came the past few days doesn’t mean that she’ll come today too. She has her own life, her own friends, maybe even a boyfri-

Oh?

Just as his mind was about to veer off course and crash into the thorny garden of unrequited love, Yugyeom caught sight of a blurry figure at the corner of his eyes. Intrigued, he stood up straight and watched as you appeared in front of the bakery’s double doors. For a few seconds, you simply clutched your knees and huffed and puffed. Yugyeom could barely stop the shit-eating grin that split across his face and had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to avoid looking like a fool.

Then, you did the unexpected. From the back pocket of your jeans, you pulled out your lip balm and applied it on your lips, using the bakery’s glass window as a mirror. At that, Yugyeom threw his head back in a hysterical fit of laughter.

It was hard for him to explain the feeling in his chest, really. The first time you walked through the doors of the bakery, eyes twinkling with pure wonder and amazement as you browsed the array of baked goods like how a girl would admire a display of diamond rings, he was screwed. You captivated his interest as you fumbled for the right number of coins to pay for your discounted breads, tongue stuck out and head tilted adorably while doing so. He gave you, the damsel in distress, a helping hand, by laying all your coins out on the counter and ordering them from lowest to highest value. Probably not the most helpful of gestures, but Yugyeom liked to tell himself that he was performing his civic duty by welcoming a visitor of Korea through non-verbal currency explanations and an introduction to the locals’ favourite breads, pastries and drinks. That evening, the two of you sat on the high table by the window, slowly savouring melon breads, injeolmi toasts, ang butter or red bean butter breads and an assortment of cream cheese breads. While the breads were wonderfully fluffy and the sweetness was at an acceptable level, Yugyeom instructed you to wash it down with an iced Americano.

Since then, the mere thought of the bakery, going to the bakery, its breads and pastries, its drinks and Yugyeom coated your insides with sweetness. Admittedly, the reason why you kept visiting the bakery was to create more memories with Yugyeom and ride the amazing sugar rush you felt whenever you were around him.

After rearranging your hair for the nth time, you bravely pushed open the doors and walked in at 4:29pm.

“Hello!” You called out in Korean as you waved at him, a wide smile plastered on your lips. There was an obvious language barrier (you with your kindergarten-level Korean and him with his Game of Thrones-standard of English), but it wasn’t obvious. The two of you came up with creative ways to break it down.

“Hi Y/N! Sit down. I’ll get it.” Yugyeom answered in English, emerging from behind the counter with his trusty English-Korean dictionary and a matcha latte he prepared in anticipation of your arrival. He walked towards you with an air of confidence, reminding you of a model in a fashion show despite wearing his typical slacks and white button-up, with sleeves rolled up and cross drop-earrings adorning his ears. Yugyeom quickly set the items down before pulling out a chair, nodding towards it to encourage you to sit.

You muffled a giggle at his gentlemanly actions, but complied, nonetheless. You glanced over to the boy, sipping on the creamy drink as he retrieved two large plates from the cake fridge. Sure, the assortment of cakes should have been the main attraction, but your eyes drifted and settled on the stern look of concentration on his face and his prominent collarbones peeking out of his shirt. Unbuttoned, you assumed, as he was going to be off work soon.

You were halfway through the drink when Yugyeom returned to the table. He noticed this and didn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you about it. “Is it really good?”

“Thirsty. I just woke up.” You admitted, cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment.

Yugyeom’s wholehearted laughter filled the entire bakery.

“H-hey! Bad boy… Mean…”

“No, I…” Yugyeom stifled another round of laughter as he tried to pull himself together. “Cute. You wake up, come to see me in bread house.”

“Not ‘bread house’, ‘bakery’.”

“Ah, thank you. Bakery.” He tested the word on his lips, getting used to the pronunciation. “Bakery…”

“What are these?”

Yugyeom handed you a small cake fork while taking a seat. “Here. This plate is for tarts, and this one is for cakes. The tarts have the same filling – custard. But we use different fruits, like strawberries, berries, grapes and peaches. Whatever’s in season, really. Strawberries and cherry tarts are really popular in winter. Try some!” He reverted back in Korean whenever he was explaining, which was a great opportunity for you to pick up new vocabulary.

It was also a fantastic opportunity to try delicious pastries. You rotated through the entire plate painted in shades of pinks and green, taking a bite of each tart. Yugyeom just sat there, head in his palms, and admired the slight changes in your expression whenever you tried a new flavour. As creepy as it sounds, watching you eat the food he prepared was gradually becoming his favourite pastime.

“Cherry! That one is the best! It’s…” You quickly reached for the dictionary, softly muttering to yourself as you thumbed through the pages. “Here, acid. Acid, not too sweet. The strawberry one too.” Your eyes crinkled at their edges as they met his intrigued orbs, proudly smiling at yourself for learning a new word today.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘acidity’. ‘Acid’ is for chemistry.”

“Acidity?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Yugyeom reached over, his huge palm caressing the top of your head before ruffling your hair. You pouted and feigned annoyance, all while your heart squeezed and pounded away in your chest.

“Hey…” You protested weakly.

Yugyeom’s hand retreated. He placed it on the table, right next to your smaller ones. The distance between your hands taunted him; tempted him to close the gap and intertwine your fingers with his. Honestly, Yugyeom wasn’t used to this; wasn’t used to feeling like his insides were going to explode. His mouth opened and closed several times as he pondered his next move, wondering whether it would overstep your boundaries.

But then you stared at him in anticipation with your beautiful brown orbs, innocent and confused, as your lips wrapped around the straw of your matcha latte. Your gaze asked him an unspoken question, urging him on.

Yugyeom dragged your chair closer his, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from you. He rested both of his palms on top of your knees, gaining your full attention. “I like…” Yugyeom paused, catching his bottom lip between his pearly whites as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. “I like this time with you.”

The soft giggle was purely involuntary, you swore to him afterwards. Yet, as you watched his expression flicker into one of panic, you were quick to cast out his worries. “No, no! Don’t get me wrong. Did you mean, you like spending time with me?”

“Ah, I was trying to be romantic. Stupid English…” Yugyeom cursed under his breath in Korean, unaware that you were familiar with the word ‘romantic’ due to the hours you spent (wasted) binging Korean dramas. “Yes, I do.” He said while squeezing your kneecaps in affirmation.

You had to remind yourself time and time again to keep calm in the presence of this charming man and his magical hands. “Me too, Yugyeom. You’re my favourite time of the day.”

Needless to say, your afternoon ritual continued for weeks and months to come.

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ohbae-me · 4 years ago

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How would the boys react to Mc if she lost her glasses for the whole day? Like would they help her find them, help her with her task, etc.? Ty💖

Gaaah this one was is so cute!! Thank you for requesting it!! I am super duper blind without my glasses, so I would be completely useless without them.

Also, I am very sorry. I couldn’t think of anything for Levi, Beel and Belphie. I am ASHAMED. I hope you like it anyways!

Lucifer;

First of all, expect a lecture for losing them in the first place. How could you be so careless?!

I’m pretty sure Lucy would have a full medical file for you, so immediately after the lecture he’s already got a replacement pair on order. MC, perhaps a dummy string for this set? So you can’t misplace them so easily?

Also, don’t think being blind for a few days is going to get you out of classes. Oh? Can’t see at all? Guess you’ll need to come to Lucifers’ office every night to make up the work.

He may just hold off giving you the new pair, because you do look pretty cute scrunching up your face to see while needing his help to make it to your classes in addition to the private tutoring sessions

Mammon;

MC! MC! How many fingers am I holding up?! HA! You really are blind!! It’s all good human, THE Mammon will just have to be your eyes for the next couple days! ONLY because it's his job to look out for the human ya know.

Definitely not because he doesn't want you going to his brothers for help. For the first time ever, Mammon actually takes good notes in class to help you out.

He’ll help look around the bedroom and a few rooms in the house, but gives up pretty quickly.

He will just straight up just take you to buy a new pair, and tell you how lucky you are to have the great Mammon around. He will buy you any pair you like, as well as a backup pair because you are just too damn cute with these frames on and he just wants to make you smile.

Satan;

Will help you look for hours. Helps you retrace your steps and look in every nook and cranny for them. Is the only brother to actually find the damn glasses.

Until you find them, Satan is there to help with anything you need. He will help you with tasks and homework, and curl up with you on the couch while he reads to you so you can rest your eyes.

He will suggest you buy another pair, just in case it happens again, and will suggest a shopping date to help you pick some out.

He never realized how blind you were, and actually giggles a couple times watching you fumble around trying to do basic things. He does not think you could possibly be any cuter.

Asmodeus;

Why look for them when we can just go buy a bunch of new pairs?!

Expect a full out shopping day. So many selfies. New outfits to match your new frames! He’ll probably buy himself some too, because they just look absolutely perfect on him of course.

Picks everything out for you, seeing as you can’t actually see what you're trying on. But he knows your style impeccably well. He swoons over you a little when you tell him that you trust his judgment and that you will model all his choices for him later.

Your absolute trust in him, as well as the bright smile you give him all day long makes Asmo feel some type of way. He just loves you so much.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #shepcanons #lucifer #mammon #satan #asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

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txdoroki · 4 years ago

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I was wondering if I could ask for a request where the reader is a fashion designer and is hosting like a runway show to show off their designs but a model couldn’t make it/ was sick and they were panicking cause they needed someone to fill in for thier favorite outfit. And so they get either bakugo, Tenya or aizawa (whoever you want to write) to fill in. And after the show, the reader was like 🥺 wow you did such a good job, we should work together again 😊 and the charecter is like sure, but you gotta go on a date with me :))

This could just be like a quick drabble, I just though it would be interesting

I hope this isn’t too much to ask :)) and if you don’t want to do it, no problem. This is my first time requesting anything, so I hope it’s clear enough! Have a nice day, thank you!!!

of course! this is a really fun idea i hope you like what i wrote! it isn’t too much to ask, thank you for the request! have a nice day aswell :)

(includes bakugou, iida, aizawa)

desc: you’re a fashion designer hosting your first show, and the man who was going to showcase the best outfit you had planned called in.... he can’t make it.

warnings: none

words: 1,275

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your dream of becoming a fashion designer was finally coming true. tonight!

you’d worked so hard for all of this, saving up money since you were 15. 7 years of money saving kickstarted you to your dream, a runway show.

it had a mix of masculine, feminine, and androgynous outfits for your models.

the outfit you were most excited for others to see was one you’d been working on for ages, collecting bits and pieces for it over the years.

while daydreaming about how amazing the show would be, you got a call from the model who would be showing that outfit’s manager. ah fuck.

“hello, miss y/n. i’m sorry to inform you in such late notice that (name of model) has caught a cold, and cannot come in. good luck with your show.”

oh shit. what will you do now??

*now this splits into each character’s section*

-bakugou-

the model that the agency came up with instead of the planned, was none other than bakugou katsuki himself. he had a widespread reputation of being aggressive, but he was more just pissy when he showed up.

��the names bakugou. now, who do i owe the pleasure to?” he scoffed, “y/n? cute. for a goddamned puppy.”

what is that even supposed to mean?

you didn’t have time to retort back, instead getting a call that your show will soon be beginning.

“yeah yeah, i know the drill,” he winked, turning away, “hope i don’t disappoint or whatever. not that i give two shits.”

you nervously walked to the seat you saved for yourself, a crowd of people surrounded the runway, including some very famous designer agencies that were on the lookout for new designers to employ.

you took a deep breath as your show began, and so far it all was going to plan!

all of the outfits had the crowd gasping in surprise, taking in the small details that’d be missed if they were not fashion enthusiasts themselves.

when bakugou was next, you were silently wishing and hoping that he’d pull off the outfit. you knew it’d look amazing on him since he’s good looking anyways, but you swear if he fucks up you’ll yell his ear off.

“last outfit for tonight folks, worn by the firey model himself, bakugou katsuki,” the announcer said as bakugou walked out.

he looked better than the original model, and you had to dig your nails into your hand to stay quiet.

once he got to the end of the runway, he struck a pose and walked back.

afterwards, he walked up to you. this was confusing to you, you’ve never heard of models really doing that.

“i made that outfit look so hot, nice designing skills,” he complimented, bringing a small blush to your cheeks, “what? i just told you you had skill, not like i told you you’re hot.” he snickered, “you are anyways though.”

“um yeah thanks,” you figured now would be a good time to ask, “you did very good, you wanna work together again sometime?”

his eyes gleamed with satisfaction, “sure, but you gotta let me take you out to dinner.”

“huh??”

“you heard me,” he winked and pushed a piece of paper with his phone number into your hand before walking away.

-text-

you: hii

bakugou: hey;) ill pick you up tomorrow at 7

-iida-

the agency told you their other models were busy, so you had to have one of your models do their original outfits plus the favorite.

you, obviously, chose the most talented model you had. tenya iida. his family had a long long line of models (see what i did there;)) and he was most definitely the best in your eyes.

when you offered the job to him, he agreed instantly, saying it was good for him to help you as he wanted to convey how responsible he was to his family.

he took the agreement a little far, even saying that he’d never let you down as that is his duty to fulfill, but you just let him get determined to succeed. it was nice that he was so passionate about modeling, he always made sure to give things his very best.

“this outfit is very creative and well-crafted. good job, miss y/n.” iida gave you two thumbs up before running to get into his first outfit for the night.

iida was extremely talented, always getting the best ratings and reviews from the public. a few times he was put on the front cover of a magazine, gaining him a lot of followers.

during the few times he walked, he got many cheers from the crowd. many people found him to be insanely attractive, some even came to shows with him in them just for him. you found him so lucky, and it shocked you to find he didn’t have a girlfriend at all for how many people thirst for him.

the way he looked in the ending piece was just- arf arf awooga sexy. you could’ve gotten a nosebleed from how hot he was.

after the show you looked for him, wanting to thank him for the favor.

when you finally found him, he was arguing with one of your other models about how they were there two minutes later than told. it’s very important to the public to be responsible and good at timing. you cannot succeed with trashy expectations, was around what we was saying, but you weren’t really tuned in.

“hey, iida! good job tonight, i really appreciate you working with me so kindly,” you smiled at him.

“of course, y/n! it’s my duty. would you wish to collaborate with me in future business ideals?”

“hmmm.... on one condition,” you smirked, “you have to go on a date with me!”

“i would love to, thank you, y/n.”

-aizawa-

none of your other models would agree to wearing the outfit, saying their schedules were too packed to fit it in.

you figured you might as well call your friend aizawa, he was hot and good at looking like his ego was too big.

“what do you want, y/n?” he yawned into the phone.

“please, shota, do you mind being a guest in my runway show?”

“what’s in it for me?”

“huh?”

“let me take you out on a date and i’ll agree to being in the show,” you could tell how absolutely serious he was. made you lowkey happy cause you’d been thirsting for him for a while.

“yeah yeah, now get here asap dummy,” you chuckled when he whispered a maybe too loud yay, hanging up the phone.

“y/n, have you got a fill-in for the finishing outfit?” your assistant asked.

“yes, add ‘shota aizawa’ to the list.” you ordered, your assistant immediately scribbling down his name, thanking you as they hurried away.

you knew aizawa would rock it, he was actually the inspiration for the entire piece. many people were confused as they’d never seen him before, but were hoping they would again sometime.

he looked so handsome in it, and you were really happy he wanted to take you on a date.

after the show you were lost in thought, wondering what kind of date he’d take you on. would it be dinner? or the beach? or the park? or target? you loved target. truly it didn’t matter to you where he took you, even if you would just be at his place for a few hours you were still super hyped.

“let’s go, y/n,” aizawa walked up to you and took your hand, dragging you to his car.

“you’re lucky i took the subway here,” you scoffed, clicking your seatbelt on.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago

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Anything But Normal

A/n: this was such cute Idea I hope I did it justice. It’s been a while since I’ve written a comedy piece. There are probably spelling errors I’ll go back and fix them later. also I love Jon Favreau as Happy so I had to put him in. (i swear he is one of my favorite actors) btw this is not edited (i’ll come back and do that eventually)

Requested by: @tokiokiedokie

Warnings: Cussing,(come on it's me guys), partial nudity.

Member: Han Jisung

Summary: When Y/n’s best friend goes through a drastic change he starts keeping secrets. Secrets that include him being New York’s one and only friendly neighborhood spiderman. Shit hits the fan when his new secret life is exposed and she gets dragged into it.

Genre: Spiderman!au, romance, comedy, friends to lovers!au, little bit of angst

There are only three things that truly matter in life. Good friends, good pizza, and a good story. So far I had two of those at the moment. Sadly I was lacking a good story. Our school newspaper had been quite dry despite my efforts to discover new and intriguing stories.

“Stop sulking and eat.” My best friend said, shoving a piece of cheese pizza in my face. Jisung laughed when I bit the end before returning to look at my laptop. We were at our usual pizza place seated next to the window with the big bright red neon sign lighting up our faces. The sun set over the New York skyline making the moment almost perfect. If only I was writing an exciting article. Instead, I was putting together a riveting look into the school’s menu changes.

“You know I invited you because I thought you were going to be good company.”

“Please. You invited me because Felix was busy with a stupid Lego project and no one else will eat pizza with you.”

“Whatever.”

Jisung and I weren’t the most popular people in our senior class. To be frank, Jisung was my only friend. So going out and eating pizza every other day at ten o’clock at night was often the highlight of my week. Having had enough of the lack of attention Jisung slammed my laptop closed and removed it from the already small table. “Hey! I didn’t save!”

“That’s what Google Docs is for.”

He was right. I needed to stop working. I had been slaving over that stupid and boring article all week. He didn’t have to be such an ass though. “You are such a teenager.” I scoffed, watching him shovel yet another slice of pizza down his throat. “Oh, and you are such an adult!” The mocking tone of his voice threatened a laugh.

“I swear you are God’s punishment for enjoying sex. Everyone’s libido just disappears when you are around.”

“Hey don’t ruin our date. I was considering sleeping with you tonight.”

He laughed when I threatened to smack him. It had been like this for as long as I could remember. Just me and Jisung. My parents had been friends with his before they passed away in a car accident. Now Jisung lived with his Aunt May and his Uncle Ben a few blocks away from me.

I remember after the crash I would wake to a tap on my window to see an eight year old Jisung on my fire escape. Not wanting to bother his Aunt with his nightmares, Jisung had run all the way to my apartment and climbed the fire escape to my room on the sixth floor. I would open the window and let him sleep in my bed. My eight year old brain used to think maybe my bed was like force field keeping away the bad dreams about his parents.

“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?” Jisung asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Mr. Finoli asked me to take pictures of the science field trip so I’m going with you guys. Why?” A look of realization crossed Jisung’s face making him freeze. “Did you forget to ask May to sign your permission slip?”

“I forgot to ask May to sign my-...you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?”

Laughing I pulled a ten out of my wallet and left it on the table. “Come on, you’ve gotta get your slip signed, dummy.” “I can pay, it’s no problem.” He said watching me pack up my stuff. “Nah, you can get the next one.” Bellies full of pizza, we left Tony’s Pizzeria and headed in the direction of Jisung’s apartment, his arm draped over my shoulder and talking my ear off about some random experiment they had done in Physics that day.

The next day I woke up bright and early to meet the class at the New York Museum of Science. Camera bag on my shoulder and camera around my neck I stood outside the museum with about ten other students and two teachers. My tired eyes brightened when I saw Jisung step out from the subway, May right behind him.

I laughed as he wiped a kiss from his cheek before waving goodbye to her. His dyed blonde hair was messy and blew slightly in the wind. Jisung waved when he saw me and jogged over. His hoodie lazily hung off his shoulder and his shirt and jeans were somewhat wrinkled. “Don’t you look nice?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his appearance.

“Shut up.”

He laughed throwing an arm around my shoulder, leading me closer to the group. Soon the tour began and I busied myself with taking photos of the group for the paper and yearbook. Jisung followed the group, only half-listening to the teacher as he looked at other random exhibits.

At around one in the afternoon, the group moved outside to have lunch on the steps. I sat off to the side with Jisung, his legs spread out across the stairs and his elbow rested on the step above us. It was refreshing to be next to him talking about absolutely nothing. Even if he stole my food.

Eventually, we were all called back to resume the tour. I angled a shot of two students looking at a bug exhibit, but just as I took the picture Jisung jumped in the frame throwing up a peace sign and crossing his eyes. “Hey! Stop hitting me!” He yelled as I smacked his shoulder over and over again. “Look I’m just innocently observing the exhibit. Leave me alone crazy woman!”

Sighing, I pushed him away and resumed taking photos. As the group was moving onto the next room I noticed Jisung was missing. It wasn’t unlike him to wander off into a room he wasn’t supposed to just to look at probably like some DNA model or some other weird science shit. I could never get over the fact Jisung was super into science when he gave zero fucks about his other classes.

“Jisung?”

“Ji?”

“Ji, we are moving on,” I said looking for him. My eyes landed on a semi-open door marked ‘Lab’. He wouldn’t. He did. Just as I started to walk towards the door, he exited with a goofy smile on his face. “Y/n! Dude, they have all these cool spiders and test tubes in there it was so cool! One of them bit me!” Like an excited three-year-old, he showed me his wrist where he indeed had a red spider bite.

“Ooooooh! Take a picture!”

He shoved my camera into my hands and held up his arm pointing to the spider bite making the dopiest smile. Knowing he wouldn’t shut up until I complied, I took the picture.

“Let’s catch up with the group,” I said taking his hand and dragging him back to the class. When we reached the group a teacher looked over at us his brows furrowing. “Excuse me, Miss L/n, is your friend okay?” He pointed to Jisung, a concerned expression on his face.

“Jisung? There are certainly things wrong with him but he’s oka-”

My words stopped when I turned to look at my best friend next to me. “Ji- Oh my god! Ji are you okay?” His face had obviously paled and he looked dizzy. A thin layer of sweat lay on his forehead.

“Hell yeah. I’m doing fine, baby.” His voice sounded drowsy.

“Miss L/n he is not alright. Does he have anyone who can come get him.” The teacher said pulling out his phone. I shook my head. May worked in the day and his Uncle Ben was on a business trip. “No, they are working.”

He sighed and turned to me. Jisung was clearly getting worse by the second and was wobbling a little. “What about you? Can you take him home?” Jisung laughed and wrapped his arms around me loosely. “Fuck yeah, I’d her take me home.”

“I have a test in my last period.”

“I’ll write you a pass and send it to your teacher. Take him home please.”

Nodding he typed something on his phone and returned to the group who had started to move once again. “Okay Ji, let’s get you back to May’s.” Slowly we started moving to the exit. Before we made it to the doors, Jisung practically turned green. He pushed away from me and burst towards the nearest restroom.

“Jisung!”

Ignoring the looks and yells I followed Jisung into the restroom and looked for the stall he was in. “Hey, lady get out of here!” A man standing at the urinal screamed.

“Oh please. Get over yourself.”

“Ji?”

Following the coughing and gagging sounds, I pushed the final stall door open. Jisung sat on the floor his mop of blonde hair hanging over the toilet. I crouched next to him and rubbed his back gently. “Oh god, I hate puking.”

“Jisung everyone hates puking.”

“Yeah well.....your face likes puking.”

“Nice comeback.”

Feeling too terrible to respond, he just threw up the contents of his stomach again. When he seemed able to stand the two of us made our way outside and down the subway. Jisung leaned most of his weight on me as I slid my metro pass through the scanner. How I managed to get him through the turnstile and onto the metro I have no clue. Thankfully there was once last seat free for Jisung to sit down in.

“Y/n, I don’t feel good.”

“I know,” I said softly as he rested his head against my stomach. The train turned sharply making me hold onto the strap, not wanting to fall into Jisung. Soft whines and groans came from him every now and then. This was the worst I had ever seen Jisung.

I listened to the stations being called out as I ran my fingers through his hair, hoping that would calm him down a little. We were only four stops away but more people were getting on the train. Jisung looked up at me a sick expression on his face. It changed when he looked at the passengers boarding the car.

“Here, Ma’am. You can take my seat.”

“Thank you so much, young man.” An older woman said taking his seat as he got up. “Jisung, you feel terrible. Are you okay to stand?” He shrugged latching onto the strap next to mine, his face paling again. “I’ll be fine, it’s only four stops.”

Jisung’s eyes started to droop as the train started up again. His body began to act heavier than it was so he resorted to leaning on me and nestling his head between my neck and shoulder. I did my best to make sure he didn’t fall over.

“You two are very cute together.” The old lady said with a smile.

“Oh- we aren’t--”

“You better hold onto a good man like that, sweetie. Handsome and kind. Those are hard to come by.”

Before I could respond we turned again, and I had to keep Jisung from falling in this poor nice old lady’s lap. I felt his skin burning against mine. Could this train not go any faster. Soon enough our stop came. I said bye to the old woman and helped Jisung get off the train and up the subway stairs.

“Come on, Ji. We are almost there and we both know I cannot carry your ass.”

Eventually, I made it up the stairs of his apartment building to the fourth floor and managed to drag him to his door. “Jisung, where’s your key?” Trying not to hurt his head I propped him up on the door frame. He laughed when I started searching through his pockets.

“Y/n if you wanted to cop a feel just ask. That tickles.”

“Jisung where are your fucking keys?”

“Back pocket.” He said drowsily. I sighed and reached behind him. My hands searched through his jean pockets for the cold metal keys. “Having fun back there, because I’m sure enjoying it.”

I suppressed the urge to punch him in the stomach out of fear he would vomit all over me. Finally finding his keys, I unlocked the door and threw my stuff inside, before lugging him in as well. Jisung leaned on the couch while I put my stuff on the table.

“Y/n it’s burning up in here.”

“Jisung, you just have a temperature.”

“It burns like fucking hell! It’s too hot!”

Before I could stop him Jisung was shedding layers like a snake. He tossed his shirt somewhere in the small living room. He was sweating like crazy, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Ji, come on let’s get you in the shower.” I started running a cold shower for him before rushing back to the living room to call May. It would only be a couple hours until she got home, but I should still let her know what’s going on.

While Jisung was in the shower, I grabbed some medicine from the cabinet. I had absolutely no fucking idea how to treat a spider bite. Antibiotics? Hearing the shower turn off I knocked before entering. Jisung had a towel wrapped around his waist and was leaning his head against the wall. “Y/n...”

“I’m right here, Jisung.” Cautiously I led him to his room and watched him collapse onto his double bed. Rummaging through his drawers I found some mostly clean sweatpants. “Ji, do you even do laundry?”

“Y/n, I feel a little too fucking sick to do chores now.”

“I know. I know.” He slipped on the sweatpants and let me dry his hair. I wrapped his arms, covering the bite so it wouldn’t get more infected then it already probably was. Jisung’s temperature flipped like crazy. One minute he was burning up and the next he was freezing.

A sigh of relief left my chest when I heard May call out in the apartment. “Y/n thank you so much for taking care of him.” She gave me a short hug before running to go get more meds. She would know better than I would, being an ER nurse. “Ji, do you want me to stay? I can call my parents and tell them I’m staying the night.” He slowly shook his head.

“No, it’s okay.”

“I can stay really-”

“Y/n, I’ll be fine. You can go home.”

He gave me a half-assed smile and squeezed my hand. There was no arguing with Jisung sick or not so I gathered my things and left. May promised to keep me updated and I told her I would have my phone next to me.

The walk back to my apartment seemed longer than usual. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. When I got home, my parents greeted me before telling me they would be working tonight. My dad was a cop and my mom worked at a hospital downtown. It was rare they were even home, to begin with. Exhausted from taking care of Jisung, I rolled onto my bed and fell asleep.

This boy really texted me at five the morning telling me to meet him at his locker three hours later. If he wasn’t still sick I would for sure have throttled him. Except for the fact that Jisung didn’t look sick. Not at all. He looked perfectly healthy as he walked down the hall towards me. In fact, he looked...really....good. It pissed me off.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sick?”

“Yeah, I got better.”

Jisung opened his locker like it was any other day and got his books. “What did you want to talk about?” He sighed and looked over at me. There was something different about him. Did his jaw always look like that? No. No jaw looks like that.

“So this morning I woke up and like I felt completely fine. In fact, I felt the best I have in years. And this weird thing happened to me on the subway-”

Jisung’s words were interrupted by the sound of his locker closing, only the entire row of metal lockers rattled as his shut. “The fuck? Did we have an earthquake or something?” I asked looking around. “What? No. New York isn’t on a fault line.” Shrugging it off I turned back to Jisung.

“You were saying?” He seemed distracted now, looking at his closed locker. “Ummm.... I wanted to thank you for yesterday.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Ji, you don’t need to thank me. I’ll always take care of you if you need me.” As I pulled away his hands stayed on my waist, which wasn’t totally out of the norm. Jisung was always a really touchy and flirty person. It drove me crazy sometimes, knowing that it was just his personality and not him acting on something else.

“So this weird thing happened on my way to school this morning. My hand-” Again Jisung was interrupted. This time by the bell ringing for homeroom. “Hey Jisung, I’ve gotta go, but you can tell me at lunch right?” He nodded, his expression becoming more uneasy. As I turned his grip on my waist stopped me.

“Ji, I know you wanna tell me now but I have to go!” I said with a laugh. A nervous breathy laugh escaped his lips as he tried to pull away from me. “Well, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you.” Arching an eyebrow I chose to ignore his weird behavior and walked off to my homeroom.

When the lunch bell finally rang I took my food outside to where Ji and I normally ate. However, he was nowhere in sight. As if he could read my thoughts, my phone notified me of a text from Jisung.

Lix asked me to help him with some Chem work. Sry I can’t eat with you :(

I sent him a quick reply saying it was okay. It wasn’t the first time I had eaten alone and it surely wouldn’t be the last. To no surprise, Chaeyoung and one of her friends walked by. “Have you seen that kid? What’s his name? Jihyun?” She said in her shrill voice. It was hard not to hear her conversation even from twenty feet away.

“No, I think his name is Jisung. Han Jisung. He is in my physics class. Kind of a dweeb if you ask me.”

“Well, that dweeb filled out. He was probably just a late bloomer, but like all of a sudden, he got really hot. Have you seen his arms and his chest? Oh my god! A girl could die.”

The girls laughed and continued to objectify my best friend. They were right. Jisung had seemed to have had a huge glow up overnight. His lanky form did seem more toned and his arms were much more muscular than I remembered.

“Can you believe he still hangs out with that new junkie girl? Like, please. He could get any girl he wants now. Why stay friends with that waste of space?”

“That bitch is so full of herself. Literally, no one even likes her.” Chaeyoung said laughing. Having heard enough, I got up and decided to go to my next class early. It didn’t necessarily bother me what she had said. Chaeyoung always liked to mess with me.

All my classes seemed slower than usual and Jisung was answering my texts. At this point in the day, we would probably be having a meme war or a stupid conversation ignoring our teachers, but my phone was silent. Not a single notification.

By the end of the day, I was feeling totally depressed. English was my last class and thank god I had it with Jisung. No doubt he would be late though. He rarely ever showed up on time to class. But, as I walked through the classroom door I did a double-take seeing my best friend in his usual seat right beside mine.

He gave me an innocent smile. This was strange. Jisung was never early. He looked...normal. I mean other than the physical overnight puberty storm. He slouched in his chair his long legs spilling into the aisle, not that he cared, and he twirled a pen between his long slender fingers.

“Yo, wassup, cutie?” He said as I sat down. “You seem to be the talk of the school.” He shrugged and shuffled through some physics work he had on his desk. “You jealous?” That stupid smirk appeared on his mouth. “No. Just confused.”

“Okay, class. Settle down. We are going to be returning to our analysis of Austen’s novel Sense and Sensibility.”

I busied myself with taking thorough notes knowing Jisung would just fall asleep again or just play a random game on his phone. The teacher droned on making a seemingly not boring book a complete snooze fest. The lecture continued without end threatening to send me to sleep as well. Out of habit, I looked over at Jisung, except he was not asleep. Jisung was wide awake and he appeared to be listening intently.

As if he sensed I was looking at him he turned and smiled at me before returning his attention to the front of the classroom. This was too weird. Where was my Jisung? Maybe he was still sick. That could explain the weird behavior, right?

The harsh sound of the release bell brought me out of my thoughts. Jisung was already packing up his stuff. “Hey, you wanna stop by Tony’s on the way home? You can buy me a slice!” I said latching onto his arm. The girls were right. Jisung had filled out. Feeling myself starting to blush, I let go and looked back up at my best friend.

“I can’t. I’ve gotta run some errands fro May and then Uncle Ben asked me to pick up dinner and some other stuff.”

“I can come with you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll text you later!”

Without another word, Jisung raced out of the classroom. I knew Jisung pretty well and it was clear he didn’t want me around today. Alone-again- I rode the subway back to my apartment to be greeted by an empty living room. My mom had left a note on the counter leaving me money for dinner and saying Jisung was welcome to come over. “Yeah, well he’s too busy,” I said to no one in particular.

It got dark pretty quick. All my homework was finished. I even managed to submit the stupid article on lunch menus. Eventually, I had nothing to do but stare at my ceiling. The news was getting pretty boring. After the whole Avenger’s fiasco, things had quieted down, and no interesting stories were in sight. By 11:30 I had given up hope Jisung was going to text let alone call so I did the next best thing.

“Hi, May! Is Jisung busy?”

“Hi, sweetie! Jisung got home about an hour ago. He said he was out with Felix. Should I tell him to call you?”

“No, no. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell him. I’ll talk to him later.”

“Okay, honey. Goodnight!”

Han Jisung you filthy little liar. If he didn’t want to hang out with me he should have just said so. Deciding I had finally had enough of this awful day I curled up under my covers and fell asleep.

Months had now passed and Jisung had started acting normal again. Well as normal as Jisung could be anyway. Our near daily trips to Tony’s had decreased to only twice a week and Jisung always seemed to be busy after school, though he made sure to text me back for fear of facing my wrath.

“What do you think of this Spiderman guy?” I asked typing away on my laptop. Jisung lounged across my bed, the Saturday afternoon light casting a warm glow over his face. He looked up from his place beside me. “Uhh...I don’t know. What do you think of him?”

“He seems a little childish and amateur, but he is a great story. Vigilante helping out downtown New York? That’s gold.”

“Childish? What do you mean childish? He’s professional as fuck. I heard he stopped a bank robbery the other day.”

“Yeah, and they found the criminals hanging from a lampost by their underwear.”

Jisung laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair before looking up at the ceiling. “You’ve been talking about Spiderman a lot lately. What do you have a crush on him?” I scoffed, fingers flying across my keyboard. “Please. I don’t date children. Besides, I just think he is a great story.”

“You wanna order takeout?” Jisung asked reaching over me to get my phone. My dad was on duty and my mom was on call so Jisung had come over to keep me company. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice how amazing he smelled as he leaned over me. “You know you should really stop eating junk food. You are what you eat.” I said distracting myself from how close he was.

“Well then if we are what we eat, I guess I would be fast, cheap, and easy.”

Jisung winked at me, making my eyes roll. Jisung had grown at home in his new body and somehow he got even cockier than he was before. He groaned at my lack of response and instead let his head rest in my lap, giving him a good view of my screen. “Play with my hair, bitch.”

“Excuse me, dick. I’m working.” He laughed and unlocked my phone. I often wondered why he liked just sitting with me. I think I remembered him telling me once that he liked the sound of me typing. He said it had sort of a rhythm that only belonged to me. How he could pick up on that I had no clue. Like he had superhearing.

“I ordered sushi. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.” Jisung said, adjusting his body slightly so he wasn’t at an awkward angle. I smiled continuing to write about our masked arachnid hero. “Please tell me you got boba too.” I sighed suddenly craving the sweet drink.

“Of course, baby. I’ve got you.”

There was a moment of silence. Any minute now Jisung was going to break it. The boy couldn’t go three minutes without talking. “Do you think Spiderman is hot?” Jisung blurted out.

“Jisung...do we need to have a talk?”

“What- no! Oh, what- no! I mean like do you think he’s hot?”

“The guy wears a mask; how am I supposed to know?”

He shrugged and played on my phone. “I don’t know. What do you think he looks like?” With Jisung’s mind, he wasn’t going to drop this until he got an answer. Saving my work, I closed my laptop and moved it onto the side table. “He’s probably like thirteen. I’m mean he is skinny enough to be a pre-teen.”

“No, like his face.”

“You are weirdly obsessed with this you know.”

“Answer the question already. I’m getting bored.”

I thought for a minute, my hand unconsciously moving to run through his blonde locks. What would spiderman look like? “He is probably just some random white dude. Dark hair, blue eyes maybe?”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. The topic changed after that. Jisung told me about spending time with his Uncle earlier that day and we talked about his weird physics experiments. Soon enough, the food came and Jisung paid for it like he said he would. We spent the next several hours sitting in my bed eating sushi, drinking boba, and watching a drama Jisung insisted I ‘needed to see or my brain would explode out of my ears from being lame’.

After several episodes, my room was obscenely dark and my parents had yet to come home. My back rested against Jisung’s chest letting me feel the vibration of his laughs. “Hey, it’s late. You should probably head home.” He smiled when I made no attempt at moving or letting him up. “Do you want me to stay?” “Yes please.” He chuckled and pulled out his phone, calling his uncle and letting him know.

Soon I began to grow tired, my head slumping back onto his shoulder. He poked my side, trying to wake me up. “Hey, go change for bed.” Sleepily, I nodded and shuffled out of bed to sift through my closet for a nightshirt. Jisung moved around getting comfortable while I changed.

As I walked back over to the bed Jisung shut my laptop and placed it on my nightstand. When I climbed back into my bed he pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist. It had been quite a while since Jisung had stayed over. It felt so nice just to be next to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his bare chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep.

Jisung’s ringtone blared in my small room quickly waking me up. “Ji-” I said shoving my head under the covers. “I got it. Go back to sleep.” A quick glance at my clock told me it was two am. Who the hell was calling Jisung at two am? Jisung reached over me and grabbed his phone off the stand. He tried not to move a lot because my head still lay on his arm. “Hello?”

“Happy? What’s wrong?”

“Jisung tell the Disney dwarf to hang up. I wanna go back to sleep.” I whined, drowsily. Snuggling back into his chest, I reluctantly listened to him sleepily talk on the phone, Jisung not being fully awake himself. “Where am I? I’m at Y/n’s.....Yes....Yes, you can add the location to the list.” I felt Jisung run a hand through his fluffy hair and sigh.

“Mr. Stark said what? Yeah, yeah I have it in my bag....What now?....She’s gonna kill me....I can be there in ten.” Jisung hung up and started to get out of bed. “Woah, where the hell are you going? I need my personal space heater.” Jisung let out a tired laugh as he slipped his baggy shirt back on and rummaged through his bag looking for something.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“Jisung who the fuck is calling you at two am? What is so important that you have to leave?” I asked still not really awake and comprehensive. “Uhhh....my....internship.”

“Your what?”

“My internship.”

“Your what?”

“My internship.”

“Yeah-Ji- you keep saying ‘your internship’ like my half-asleep half murderous mind will understand what your saying.”

“I got an internship with Stark Industries. They have uh... a problem....with some of the...code that I wrote....last week.”

Jisung started slipping his socks back on as I stared at him in confusion. “When did you get an internship with freaking Tony Stark -You work with Ironman?!” He laughed and started searching for his shoes.

“Y/n, go back to sleep. I’ll see you on Monday.” Then he left. I was alone once again in my room. A random siren went off in the distance and I just sat in bed. Suddenly, the police scanner on my dresser crackled to life. My dad had given it to me for my birthday a few years ago.

We have a 647g Disorderly Conduct at 284 Hickom Av.

647g? Why bother calling that in at this time of night? That was just loitering. Sighing, I got up and walked over to turn the radio off. Another voice coming through stopped me.

Disregard suspect has left the premise with another group of guys. Headed south down Hickom.

South down Hickom street? What had my dad said earlier this week? Something about several high arms deals going down near there. If I could catch one in the act this would be a great story! Throwing on some pants and slipping on my sneakers, I grabbed my camera and put on my jacket. “Finally a great story!”

Hickom Avenue was maybe about ten minutes away. The streets were pretty dark at two am, but it didn’t really bother me. My curiosity overpowered any fear I should have. My eyes scanned the area looking for any sign of the guys the scanner mentioned. Just as I was about to cross in front of an alley I saw them. Quickly I doubled back and pressed against the wall.

“If I’m paying 4k for some lightsaber shit, I’d better get a demonstration, man.”

Carefully I peeked around the corner. Seven men stood in the hallway. Three were next to this heavy-duty van with blacked-out windows. This was definitely an arms deal if I had ever seen one. Which....to be fair...I hadn’t. But it was pretty clear.

A guy with muscles bigger than my head pulled out a large weapon with green glowing lights. Quickly I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures. They proceeded to fire this huge light cannon around the alley. Holy shit. This thing was powerful.

“Okay, you got a deal. I’ll take four-”

Let’s dance the night away,

Yeaaaahh

One, Two, Three! Let’s go!

“Fuck,” I whispered ripping my phone out of my pocket and struggling to turn it off. “Turn off, come on.” Finally, I silenced the phone and turned to see if they had heard. Instead my eyes met a broad chest only a couple inches away.

Okay....think, think, think. Too busy panicking. Can’t think. Uhhhhhh......fuck. I followed my first instinct and threw a punch at the guy’s nose. His head did not recoil like it was supposed to. He just simply cracked his neck and glared down at me.

Okay.....instincts bad.

Before I knew it I was struggling against the man’s grip as he dragged me into the alley. “We’ve got a visitor.” He said throwing me onto the ground in front of all the other men. They sneered and inched closer clearly quite upset I had interrupted their little party.

“Make that two. Hey, how are you guys doing?”

All heads turned to the roof of the liquor store we were next to. My eyes widened. There was Spiderman. Complete with the red and blue suit and cocky childish attitude. “Who the fuck are you?” The buff guy, who now had his foot digging into my stomach, said.

“Bro....Come on. I’m Spiderman. You know. I shoot webs and kick ass.”

“Isn’t he that guy from YouTube that did the flip on that building?”

“OH MY GOD, THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

The man scoffed and pressed further onto my stomach, making me wince slightly. “Scram, Arachne Boy.” The men around me laughed at I assumed the leader’s joke. The hero sighed and shook his head.

“See now I have to beat you up. You can’t just make fun of my name. That shit hurts, bro.”

“What the fu-” Before he could finish his sentence a web shot and grabbed onto his face and flung him into the side of the building. Soon a fight broke out. Trying to remove myself from the situation I crawled away as Spiderman fought all the men.

“Ah!”

A strong hand grabbed the back of my neck and hoisted me off the ground. “You aren’t getting away that easy, little girl.” The man sneered. A huge welt was on the side of his face from Spiderman’s attack. My airway’s started to close as he squeezed tighter. My hands tried to pull his fingers away and slapping at any place I could reach. Meanwhile, the last thing I would hear before I died would be Spiderman yelling something about Naruto running a dude into the next Millenium.

As the edges of my vision started to fade, I heard another voice come closer. “Get your fucking mutant hands off her!” It screamed. I was dropped to the ground. Air filled my lungs as I took huge gasps. Looking up I saw Spiderman taking on the huge monstrosity of a man with nothing but his own two hands.

“I was told never to play with guns. But I think today might be the exception.”

A web shot out of his fingertips and pulled the weird contraption into his hands. A bright light emitted and fired at the man, blasting him into the building wall. Within seconds Spiderman had wrapped up the villain in a little cocoon of sticky webs, keeping him secure. A quick look around told me he had already done the same to the others.

The boy in the red suit danced around like a weirdo, while I sat on the ground. “Go Spidey! Go Spidey! Hell yeah! I made all of you my bitches!” I coughed still trying to get air back into my lungs. The white eyes on his mask widened. It must be some pretty advanced tech in that suit.

“Holy shit- Are you okay, Y/n...........I mean...wait-...random citizen I don’t know who means nothing to me personally. Are you okay?”

His voice weirdly got lower halfway through his sentence. Dazed, I looked back up at him. He offered me a hand up and gratefully I took it. “Thanks for helping back there,” I said, voice coming out a bit sore. He shrugged and puffed out his chest.

“Yeah, I did kick some serious ass didn’t I?”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my camera and started to walk away. “Wait! Where are you going?” He swung from a lamppost and landed in front of me the suit’s eyes widening and shrinking again. His suit must have facial readers or something.

“I’m going home. I’ve got my story; I’m done.”

“Hey it’s not safe. Let me take you home. What would your friends say if you weren’t at school tomorrow?”

Spiderman continued to follow me as if he were a lost puppy. I laughed when he almost tripped over a trashcan. “Okay, one- how do you know I’m a student? And two- I don’t really have any friends. People don’t like me at school.” He stopped in his tracks.

“What do you mean- Are you getting bullied at school?” His words stopped me. He sounded genuinely concerned. By now we were halfway to my apartment. I simply stared at him as the old streetlights flickered and struggled to light up the sidewalks we were on.

“A couple people bother me, but I just ignore them. Look I’m gonna go home. Thanks for back there. You were a real hero.”

He looked between me and my hand as I stuck it out for him to shake. Slowly he took it, his grip firm, but cautious. “You know, usually heroes get a thank you kiss for rescuing such a gorgeous girl.” I scoffed and pulled my hand away.

“Sorry, Spidey. I’m not interested in cocky little shits who run around wearing masks.”

“Yeah well, you’d be surprised. What is your type? Bet, I’m still it.”

My eyes lit up thinking about him. “I guess I’m more of the boy next door type. They say you always fall for your best friend right?”

He blinked as if he was processing my words. What I thinking? A horny fourteen-year-old boy wouldn’t understand. “Night, Spidey. Thanks for the save.” Not letting him say another word, I headed back to my apartment. My apartment was still empty when I returned. My parents wouldn’t be back until after I left for school in a few hours. Reluctantly I went back to my bed, missing the space where Jisung lay only a few hours earlier. It was harder to fall asleep without him next to me.

My legs carried me as quickly as they could. I ignored the crazy looks from people on the street as I raced to May’s apartment. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I burst through the building’s main entrance. Knowing the elevator would take too long and it was probably broken again, I took the stairs up to the fourth floor.

The door was unlocked when I ran into the apartment. “May? May!” I called, looking for her in the living room. Hearing small cries I turned to find her exiting the kitchen. With open arms, I let her hug me and cry into my shoulder.

We sat in the kitchen in silence. Occasionally one of our cries would slip, but the emptiness would return. He wasn’t answering any of my calls. I was beginning to worry. May said they were together. Where was he? It had been hours since May had called me. The sound of the door opening made us both stand from our seats.

Jisung walked in with heavy shoulders and blood on his forehead and smeared across his shirt. He had dried tears staining his cheeks. I had seen the footage of the shooting on the news with May, but the sight of Jisung standing before us made my heart break.

I held myself back as May went to her nephew. They needed each other. I could wait. Whispers between the two were shared, most likely about her husband. She had already gotten a call, but hearing it from Jisung seemed important to her. After a moment she excused herself, saying something about wanting to go to bed.

The two of us stood in silence. I had no idea how to comfort him. How could you comfort someone who just watched their uncle die? Jisung started to slowly move towards his room. Wordlessly, I followed.

After I closed his door, I turned to find him staring at the walls small cries coming from his form. There were pictures of him and his uncle all over his room. Jisung sighed when I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He turned around so he could hold me to his chest. Hot tears fell against my neck as he cried.

It felt like hours before he calmed down. Gently I led him over to the bed and sat him down. All he could do was stare at his hands as I grabbed a clean shirt from his closet and a wet cloth from the bathroom. There was no fight from him as I lifted the bloodied shirt from his body and put it in the hamper.

Carefully, I lifted his chin and gently started cleaning the blood away from his face. I tried not to wipe away the tears that slowly ran down his cheeks. He looked broken-and tired like he hadn’t slept even before today’s events. My heart shattered when he finally looked me in the eye.

“I’m not ready for this.” He whispered, more tears falling.

Wrapping my arms around him, I let the clean shirt fall to the floor. “I know...” I tried to keep tears from falling from my own eyes. I concentrated on running my fingers through his hair and how tightly he held onto my waist. “You’re never going to be ready for it.” He cried even harder, making me want to scream for him.

Slowly, I laid back onto his bed, holding him on top of my chest. “No one is ever ready for what you are going through,” I whispered. His body shook from crying and he buried his nose into my neck, holding onto me as if I were the only tether keeping him from floating away. “But, you are so strong. We aren’t faced with challenges we can’t overcome.” His breathing started to steady as my hand traced patterns on this bare skin of his back. “Sometimes I wish I was normal,” He whispered.

“Ji, you are anything but normal. And that’s okay. But for now...you can just be here. I’ll be with you. When you’re ready you can do whatever you need to. But...just stay here for now.”

He nodded and held onto me even tighter. I listened to his breath, gently rubbing his back and playing with his hair. When I knew he was asleep, I let myself do the same. Tomorrow would be another day. I would most likely have to leave and let Jisung and May grieve, but for now, I could be with him. Hopefully, that was enough.

Early the next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Jisung’s covers were loosely wrapped around me and his window was cracked open, letting a strip of sunlight in. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my head. It was quite unusual for him to be up this early. Well, it was quite unusual for me to be up this early, but it was like my body had a sensor for when he was gone. I pulled my phone from the table and started to text him.

The sound of the window opening caused my attention to turn. I froze as I saw Jisung climbing through the window. “What the fuck!” He froze when he saw me. My eyes widened, taking the sight in. Jisung was standing before me wearing a familiar red and blue suit, a mask in his hand.

“Y/n, I can explain...”

Was Jisung Spiderman? Was my best friend Spiderman? Holy shit! “Okay explain!” He simply stared at me, eyes wide. His hand came to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes avoided mine as my arms crossed my chest.

“Jisung, might I suggest explanation protocol #38 for Miss L/n?”

“Oh my God! Friday, shut up! You aren’t helping.”

I watched as Jisung said to the AI apparently in his suit before he tossed the mask onto his desk. “You have an explanation protocol for me?” The look on his face showed that he knew he was in trouble.

“See the thing is...I’m not Spiderman-...” He stopped when I glared at him. “Okay, I am Spiderman. This is my internship with Mr.Stark.” Without hesitation, I got up from his bed and started slapping his arm.

“This doesn’t even hurt, does it? You have superstrength. Oh my god, I’m going to fucking murder you.” An aggravated sigh left my chest. “So this whole entire time you have been swinging around the city saving people and doing flips on buildings and I was none the wiser?” I said turning back to him.

“That was one time! But...yes.” He stood awkwardly in his own room. “Look, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He gulped when my stern gaze turned back on him. “So, anything you ask I’ll answer.”

“Who else knows?”

“Mr. Stark, Happy- the guy who is my supervisor-, and Felix.”

“FELIX?”

He flinched as my voice raised. Taking a breath, I calmly sat back down on his bed. He watched as I crossed my legs and turned off the sound on my phone. No way was I gonna let my parents interrupt this conversation. “How did you become like...this...” I asked pointing to his clearly toned physique.

“At first I thought it was just like another puberty thing. But, like puberty doesn't make me shoot webs out of my hands. I think it was that spider from the lab.”

“So do-...are all your...bodily fluids...like...webs? Like do you shoot webs out of everywhere or-”

“You wanna find out?” Jisung said with a smirk, coming closer. I did not hesitate to slap him.

“You couldn’t think of a better name though? Spiderman, really? You couldn’t come up with something more aggressive?”

“Well, I mean...like - spiders are cool, okay!”

I could tell he was uncomfortable. Usually, Jisung always stood up straight and had some sort of a smile or smirk on his face, but he was truly nervous. He watched me expectantly, waiting to answer whatever questions I asked next.

“So when you said you were away on a company retreat for the weekend. That was actually you who was fighting Captain America and all that shit in Prauge?”

“Yes.”

“When you left that night, did you go to the arms deal?”

“Yes.”

“So, it was you who saved me.”

“Your welcome.”

“Don’t push it.”

Nervously, he let out a laugh. No matter how many questions I asked...he was still my best friend. I was proud of him. He was doing so much good. Don’t get me wrong I was still very pissed at him for not telling me. “You owe me pizza at Tony’s for the rest of the fucking year.” A sigh of relief left his chest and he wrapped me in a hug.

“That’s fine by me. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask about the whole crush thing.” I pulled away to see that fucking smirk on his mouth. “I think it’s cute you’re in love with me.” He tugged me closer to his body, gripping my waist.

“Who says I’m in love with you?”

“Me.”

“You’re an asshole- you say a lot of stupid shit.”

“I’m an asshole, not a liar. There’s a difference.”

My breath caught in my throat when I saw his eyes glance down to my lips. I could practically feel my heartbeat pulsing through my entire body. It was true and he knew it. I was in love with him. “Well....what are you going do about it? Prick...” I said in a shaky breath. He let out a soft laugh, his eyes lighting up.

“Kiss you....bitch.”

My heart went crazy as he pressed his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I melted into his touch. This was definitely the craziest two days of my entire life. I never would have imagined I would have to comfort my best friend, find out he was a superhero running around New York, and then have him kiss me in his bedroom.

Jisung smiled as I kissed him back, draping my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his blonde hair. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought kissing Jisung would be like this. Without his mouth leaving mine he pushed me up against the wall of his bedroom. He sighed when my teeth caught his bottom lip.

“Fuck...do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asked before returning to my lips.

“Kissing me?”

“To be honest I’ve been thinking about more than that since I was thirteen.”

Ignoring my scoff, Jisung continued to attack my lips like he had found water for the first time after walking in a desert. His hands slid under my legs, making me shriek when he picked me up. In one swift motion, he turned around and threw me onto his bed, before hovering over me. “I love you,” He whispered, before placing a soft kiss on my lips. Slowly, he moved down to my neck, my hands running through his soft hair. Impatiently, I pulled him back to my lips.

Our little makeout session was interrupted by the sound of Jisung’s phone ringing. He sighed and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I have to get that,” He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, walking over to pick up his phone. My eyes couldn’t help but rake over him. Now, I could freely ogle how gorgeous his body was. I bit my lip, looking at the lines of his broad shoulders go down to his slim waist.

“Happy, now is not a good time.”

“Yes....among other things...” A blush flooded his cheeks as he looked back at me still laying on his bed.

“Can’t Mr. Stark send someone else?”

“I’m not just going to up and leave.”

Getting bored, I got up and wrapped my arms around him. He tried to look over at me, but I just buried my face in his chest. Patiently, I waited for him to finished the call with Happy. Finally, he threw the phone onto his bed and kissed me again. “Do you have to go?” I asked against his lips. He pulled away another smirk filling his face.

“You want to go to Berlin for a week?”

“What?”

“Mr. Stark needs me in Berlin. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D and an Avenger thing. But, there is no way May will let me go. Especially after yesterday.”

“Why am I going?”

“Happy said I could take you with me, you know to convince May to let me go.”

I laughed and kissed him again. “Sure. I’ll go to Berlin with you.” He laughed and spun me around the room. “However, you are gonna be the one to tell my dad that we are going alone with no chaperone to a country where the drinking age is sixteen.”

“Fuck.”

“Good luck, Ji.”

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