#then we kiss and you know i won't ever tell yeah { musings }

[wtfbinnie]

"he really does have america's korea's ass"

@seoulessrp

[baby-yongbok]

And they were roommates

Boyfriend!Han Jisung x Afab!Reader x Roommate!Lee Minho

♡ Genre - Smut - 🌽 no plot ♡ Word Count - 1.4k ♡ Summary - You've never been interested in your boyfriends roommate but this unique situation brings forth delicious results that could change that. ♡ Warnings - Use of sex toys ♡ a/n - this is my first minsung x reader fic ever. Why am I so nervous about it?? I hope you enjoy! ✧ Masterlist ✧

“Oh fuck, Jisung, please” You keened as he continued languidly thrusting the glass dildo into your sopping cunt. Your heavy exhales and moans hung in the air and fueled his desire to drag you closer to the edge.

“Gotta be quiet, jagiya.” He peeked back, checking that the door to his dorm was still shut. “My roommate will be back any second. What are we gonna tell him?”

“That you're being mean and won't let me cum.” He pushes the toy to the hilt, reaching spots that he’s been purposely neglecting. You hold your breath in an attempt to stop a scream. You failed. 

“I'm being mean? Wasn't it you who asked me to fuck you while he's gone?” You whine, shaking your head and batting your eyelashes up at the man who’s sitting behind you while he has you spread open between his legs on his twin size mattress. 

With the way that their dorm is set up you're hidden from the entrance but the moment that his mate walks further in he'll get a full view of your cunt. The thought alone makes you clench around the purple glass. 

“I wanted your cock, Ji.” He tsks, offering you a cocky lopsided smile. 

“Gotta be more specific next time.” He plants a chaste kiss on your temple while one of his fingers finds your clit and rubs slowly. “Imagine that it's my cock, baby. Close your eyes.”

You follow his orders with a sigh, allowing your eyelids to flutter shut and resting your head against his chest. You grind your hips Into each thrust, accepting that this is how you'll be cumming tonight whether you like it or not.

“There she goes, fuck yourself, baby.” His Boba eyes stare down at how the toy disappears inside of you. 

The way that it spreads the glistening lips of your cunt and squelches with each wet thrust into you. Maybe he should've given you his cock. He much rather be balls deep inside of you instead of having his leaky dick strain against his sweats but you're so pretty like this. He'll definitely fuck his fist to the image of this later. 

“Gonna cum on my dick, baby?” 

“Jisung, please fuck me, please.” Your pleads are falling on deaf ears and you know it. “Baby, please.”

The jiggling of the doorknob Cuts your boyfriend off before he can answer. Your breath catches in your throat and you expect For Jisung to react the same way. You expect him to freeze. You expect him to stop. He doesn't. 

“Would you believe that there was nothing left in the cafeteria?” Minho muses as he slams the door behind him. “That shit was bone dry. I'm going into town, you wanna -”

His words die on his tongue when he walks in further, catching Jisung's gaze for a nanosecond before his eyes catch on your cunt. “Well, hello.” 

Jisung chuckles behind you, slowing the thrusts of the dildo for just a second. “Welcome back, someone got needy. Isn't that right, baby?” 

You hide your face in Jisung's chest and try to close your legs but your boyfriend holds them open. He pushes the glass deep into your core. Filling you to the hilt and pressing up against your g-spot. A pornographic moan rips through you and you glare up at your boyfriend. 

“Don't be shy. I've heard him fuck his girlfriend so many times.” It's Minho's turn to chuckle now. 

“Mm, yeah, no need to be shy.” You hear footsteps and expect for Minho to walk over to his bed or even out of the room but he gets closer instead. Eyeing your cunt and licking his lips before his prying gaze meets yours. 

“I'm not even looking.” You scoff at his teasing. 

“Ignore him, baby.” Jisung nudges your head to the side with his chin, wedging himself into the crook of your neck to plant Sloppy kisses on the flushed skin. “You're gonna cum on my dick remember?” 

His thrusts pick up and he keeps it angled up just the way you like. You avoid Minho's gaze even though you can feel it burning into you. You want to tell him to fuck off. You want to tell him to wait outside or to take a walk around campus or something but there's something deep down that wants him to stay. 

You can feel that desire creeping up your spine and it makes your pussy gush with arousal that stains Jisung’s sheets and makes the lewd squelches of your cunt vibrate through the air at an unspeakable volume. 

“Mmm-ngh, fine.” You close your eyes again, thinking about having Jisung drill into the way that the toy is. You think about Jisung's kisses, Jisung's cock, Minho's hands - what the fuck?

Your eyes snap open and find those of your viewer immediately. His bottom lip is between his teeth and his hands are pushed into his pockets. He switches his attention from your eyes to your cunt once, twice, three times before smiling down at you. 

“You're fucking squeezing my cock so hard, baby.” Jisung twists the dildo just a bit and you moan. “You like being watched, huh?”

You're agreeing before you can even process it. Shaking your head while keeping your eyes on Minho. “Naughty naughty little thing.” Minho tsks, chuckling a bit as he licks his lips. 

“How about this, baby.” Jisung halts all movement making you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Why don't we let Minho fuck you, hm?”

You moan. You fucking moaned at your boyfriend offering you his roommate. Luckily for you your lover found it amusing and so did the roommate in question. “Words, Jagiya.”

“That's.. fine.” Minho asks again, needing to hear a more stable declaration of consent. “It's fine. I promise just please fuck me.”

Minho takes the handle of the toy in his hand with a smile. He slides it out of you slowly until it slips out with a wet pop. “Messy cunt.” He mumbles as he teases your clit with the glass tip. 

“Tell Min that you wanna cum on his cock, baby.” You groan, clenching around nothing. The words fall from your mouth in a bashful whisper that doesn't do much to please the man who's now in control of your pleasure. 

“What was that?” Minho presses the toy to your clit and you cry out. “Speak up a bit, sweetie.” 

“I wanna come on your cock, please, Minho. Please.” The pressure of the toy slipping past your entrance draws a deep moan from you. Your eyes roll back as he starts fucking you with slow and full strokes that leave you grabbing onto Jisung's thigh. 

Your boyfriend stares down at you with fond eyes as he squeezes and pinches your breasts. His lips assault your neck, sucking bruises into the flesh that you'll have to cover before tomorrow's class but you can't find it in you to care. Not when you have two men working you towards a burning release. 

“You're creaming on my cock, messy girl.” Minho's words snap you out of your daze. You look down at the dildo splitting you open and groan. You're dripping, leaking like a faucet and you swear that you can see some of your essence glistening on Minho’s fingers. 

Jisung adds his fingers to the mix, he rubs perfect figure eights against your clit that has you yelping out and throwing your head back against him.

 “You gonna cum for us, baby? Gonna cum all over Minho's dick for me?”

You nod, babbling confirmations mindlessly as you stare up at your boyfriend. “ Yeah yeah yea - gon’ cum for you.” 

Minho presses up into your g-spot and your heavy panting is suddenly cut off by your orgasm ripping through you. You start to scream but your breath gets caught in your throat. Jisung pops his arousal slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet as you writhe in his arms. His other arm snakes around your waist and keeps you planted firm against him. 

Minho's free hand keeps your thighs open as he fucks you through your climax. Long and deep strokes have you feeling aftershocks for a solid minute before he finally pulls the toy out of you. 

You clamp your thighs shut, snuggling into Jisung's chest as you try your best to catch your breath. 

“Mmm.” You look up at Minho and you swear that you could cum again. He's got the dildo between his lips, sucking your cum off of the glass and swirling his tongue to savor the taste.

 “She's as sweet as she looks.” 

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pulling u into a trap. talk about nhw not-demonkicks >:] 🔪🔪🔪

GOD. YOU'RE EVIL. man. i actually have to sort out my thoughts now....

ok. starting w/ ashe. inasmuch as any of them are "a thing" i think. ashe n william have their weird emo kids sitting in each others laps and giggling thing first. u mentioned once them like. sitting on the roof w/ fireball or something & being teenagers w/ big messy emotions that nobody else gets & maybe they kiss about it. ashe freaks out SO bad after this he's like ohhh my god i'm going to ruin their friendship i'm going to fuck everything up i'm just coming in here and breaking their whole thing virion's scary virion's going to kill me. wibby is like what? nah, it's chill, it's not like we're together (<- INSANE thing for ashe to hear btw. please imagine being in his pov. u know he's seen them up to shit in front of him.) in my head he straight up just calls virion on speaker phone in front of him & is like hey v do u care if i kiss ashe. virion just woke up from a nap tired flat affect staticky phone voice what??? sure? he's nice :] (<- thinking abt ashe & virion pre-muse dynamic immensely also. 2 me v takes the longest to warm up to him just bcos. virion sol insane paranoia forever & always. ashe thinks v hates him he doesn't ofc. they're both quiet & awkward enough that them being in a room alone together is just them sitting there in awkward silence. eventually dakota goes You two are so fucking stupid. & they figure it all out etc etc etc) & then also. well. of course they're all a package deal.

anyway. not-demonkicks. to me ashe has the closest thing to an actual big ol crush on dakota. dakota's the first friend he ever made!!! dakota's *failsafe*!!!! literally impossible not to be drawn into his orbit. he's so friendly and bright and brave and cool and nice and and and and. this is like. okay a lot of it literally is just "first friend/person who's Nice to you ever." & a little bit of hero worship. i'm incapable of writing like. allo shit ever, u know how it goes. there's a lot of confusing of emotions going on but that doesn't make it any less real or important yk? bro thinks he has such a normal person crush n meanwhile he's like ohhh he's so cool and nice and has such a pretty smile..... what if we h*ld h*nds.... i wish i could take a nap with him....... (<-terrified like a hunted prey animal about it) dakota knows n doesn't mind, it doesn't like, freak him out. he's literally got will n virion. & i won't go into the whole like discussion they have but they figure it out. so maybe it is wish fulfillment to have someone liking ("liking" hitting ashe w the arospec bream he just isn't that self aware to know what his feelings are) u & knowing that u. can't like them back in that way & being okay n even happy with it? anyway. what's kind of fun 2 me is that dakota does in fact kiss ashe sometimes. not, like, frequently, & usually more for ashe than himself. but like, nonzero amount. this has wibby & virion going >:( in a lighthearted unbothered way. (he doesn't do that to ME!!! but they all love ashe. so. u know. common consensus is that he deserves all the nice things.) (he & will don't + if anything he'll just tell wibby hey go make out with virion for me. their weird like proxy dynamic is so important to me.) ashe is like. his special little guy. william is like the other half of his soul insane binary star pair we all know this. & virion's his virion & i Absolutely cannot start talking about them & make this longer than it is. but point is he just likes ashe so much uncomplicatedly. he like. reminds him of himself before his second trigger? dakota didn't... he was also really fucked up about his powers for years. he didn't know many people & he avoided being Around people frequently bcos it hurts very badly! but that. isolation and desperate desire For friends For people to love and be loved by.... yeah. he likes listening to ashe talk about whatever wikipedia rabbithole he's been down and listening to his & will's music & watching virion braid his hair & the minutia of who-likes-who-how-is-it-labeled doesn't matter at all. anyway 70% of the time they're at work doing hero business or freaking out at school & 25% of the time they're being normal lame teenagers & this is really just about the 5% of time they actually have to have soft messy teenage relationship Situations <333 and of course. everything goes nightmare mode after overlord.!

[softshuji]

Hanma has thought about it many times and yet it still comes as a surprise when you do ask him.

He can tell there's something on your mind, a question, a thought that you're mulling over, and it makes sense that all his statements ar met with a disinterested "mhm" when he slides his arms around you at the end of the day. But honestly, this many years later, he's still a little baffled by you, the things you say, clever things and not, thoughts and musings that he finds he still likes to hear even now. He likes hearing you talk and it had surprised him at first, how much he wanted to hear your voice, even when you had such little to say.

But he finds that sometimes, days like today, he's doing most of the talking and it's clear you're tired, worn out, stressed perhaps, in a way he knows you're usually pretty good at dealing with. He likes it, how much he can look after you even though you'll never ask- because you don't want him to feel like it's owed, like it's transactional. But yes, to some extent, it does bother him when he walks in and finds you quiet, a discarded coffee cup on the table that's evidence of the only thing you've had all day.

He doesn't believe he's any good at fixing it, but you know better. It's not an overstatement to say he's better than good at fixing your moods, that a single statement, quip made playfully, has whatever negativity you might be feeling slipping through your skin.

It's dangerous and you hate it.

'What are you thinkin' Sweetheart?' he says this time, the Tv remote slipping off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud, left on the carpet while some shitty romcom plays as background noise.

'Mhm? Oh, nothing really.' You wave a hand and tighten your arms around him, your cheek pressed flat to the apex of his chest, absently watching the movie as the drone of the tv zips by your ears.

'Go on, tell me Pretty Girl.' And he bends to kiss your hair, his hand squeezing at your hip where your tshirt has ridden up.

'Fine but don't make fun of me okay?'

'I won't. Cross my heart and hope to d-'

'Don't finish that sentence.'

He laughs, and it's with mirth as he plants another kiss on your cheek, a gentle and firm tug that has you pressed closer still, his breath now fanning over your nose. 'Go on Sweetheart.'

You chew your lip and pick up his hand, turning it over in yours this way and that. You've never not marvelled at how they feel in yours, callouses and rough patches of skin that you've traced with your own painted nails, the black ink of sin that you lift to your mouth to kiss reverently, before smoothing over his knuckles with your lips.

'Do you ever think about...well- like- running away?' You say, your hand holding his your cheek, rubbing it against the rough pads of his fingers as his thumb brushes your lips.

He frowns and pauses. 'Running away? How do you mean Princess?'

'You know like- leaving gangs and all that. Just going somewhere a bit safer y'know, somewhere I don't have to worry so much.'

There's a beat as the thought churns in his mind, a palpable silence as he mulls over the idea, hopeless as it is. But he won't tell you that. He doesn't like the idea of letting you down, disappointing you, hurting you in any way, breaking the veil of your hard won happiness that he knows he shatters every morning when he leaves, you in the doorway waving him off as if it doesn't break you at the thought it could be the last time.

'Mhm, honestly Princess, where would we go? There's no leaving this kind of life- even if we wanted to. There's nowhere we wouldn't be found.'

'You really think so?' you say then, your cheek coming up to brush at his exposed collarbones, the tv's blue light casting a soft glow over the smooth planes of his chest.

'I do. Besides, we like this life right? We have a lot of money and fun.'

'Yeah, I guess you're right. I just think about it sometimes. Y'know, a long extended holiday in the Bahamas kinda thing.'

He raises an eyebrow here, a slow and calculated smirk tugging at his lips still pressed to your hair. 'Oh? That where you wanna go?'

You give him a pointed look, dropping his hand to your lap where you lace it with your own on top of the duvet. 'It would be nice- a mini getaway, nice weather and food and just the two of us.'

'Mhm, it would, but you know what would make it even better?' he says, the very unsubtle smirk now creeping onto his lips in full force, a firm tug that has you now straddling his lap, your hands braced on his chest.

'Hm?'

He airily waves his hand, punishment that then grabs your thigh to pull you against him. 'You and me and loads of sex-'

'Shuji?!' And you slap a hand on his mouth, smiling still despite it all, the inevitability of it, the concept of him walking out into the world again tomorrow morning, leaving you here with a kiss to your mouth- and another because you like it and him to an extent that you can't speak about - that still hurts and heals at the same time.

He laughs again and your heart is a dangerous drum against your ribs when he lifts your chin to peck at your lips, a kiss to each cheek, to your forehead that has tears pricking unwillingly at the unconventional softness and tenderness of him that never feels like anything but safety, like anything but warmth.

'Okay loads of sex then- but what do you think? It's not too farfetched is it?' you say, running a hand down his chest in the way he likes - in the way you know he likes.

'mhm, we'll think about it, how's that Sweetheart? A trip to the Bahamas for my pretty girl.' He grips you from the back then, thumbs pressing into the indent of you, hands that find purchase so easily between the grooves of your muscles as if you were made for him.

Maybe because you are, maybe because you were. And maybe for once you don't feel ashamed for asking. And maybe because of him, to need and be needed, is okay.

i love him so much im cry every day bye

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 1

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: none here, we've just begun

Genre: mostly fluff ig

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

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It's a beautiful afternoon as you're wrapping up your shift at the cute little cafe/bookstore you work at.

"See ya later y/n!" Your coworker, a kid named Peter calls after you when you leave.

"See you! Have a good shift!" You wave at him with a smile. Peter's 18 and has only been working at the store for a couple of weeks, so far he's doing pretty well. Most of his shifts are in conjunction with yours and today's one of the first times he'll be working with some of the others. You trained him well so you know he'll be fine but it's kinda like leaving your kid somewhere for the first time. Your walk home is nice, late spring bringing warmer temperatures that aren't yet sweaty which you take advantage of. When you walk into your shared apartment, you find your boyfriend of three years sitting at your kitchen counter. Your boyfriend Bruce is a professor and researcher, and you moved in together almost a year ago.

"Hey y/n." He calls over his shoulder, papers scattered around him and his laptop.

"Hi Brucey. You done with lectures for the day?" You ask draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, I cancelled my second lecture for the day- they've got an exam next class." Bruce tells you.

"Ah I see. So how was your first lecture?"

"It was fine, it was my psych class and we ended up having some very interesting discussions. How was your day? You still training that guy?"

"You mean Peter right? His training is pretty much done, actually today he's working a different shift than me."

"Well how's it going for him?"

"I think he's doing alright honestly. He's a little nervous sometimes but it's kinda cute." You giggle.

"Cute, huh?"

"Yeah, the kid's a ball of nervous energy actually. Sometimes he talks like he's had too many espresso shots and it's so fast he's almost unintelligible but apparently he doesn't even drink coffee, which, I think might be for the best. It's so interesting though, I don't know many teenage boys who display energy that way." You hum.

"Maybe he's got anxiety or something."

"Hm, I hadn't considered that. He probably does." You muse grabbing a bottle of water from your fridge. "Well that's the uni update, anything interesting going on in the research area for you?"

"Oh, yeah we've got a vampire coming to the lab tomorrow actually."

"I'm not sure if I like that honestly." You hum.

"Not to worry sweetheart, it's safe. I won't even be alone with him." Bruce says.

"Right of course, not alone just- with others that are part of a vampire's diet."

"You know not all vampires feed on humans."

"What's the alternative? Animals?"

"Yes, exactly." He nods.

"And the vampire you're studying tomorrow eats animals?"

"Correct."

"And you're sure about that?" You ask.

"Well we're studying him because he's animal fed so I sure hope he is."

"Have you ever studied vampires that do eat humans?"

"Yes, back when I was a research assistant. Honestly, the hardest part about studying vampires is hunting them. Once they're caught you can sedate them and that makes it much easier."

"You hunted them?"

"I mean vampires aren't exactly jumping in line to volunteer for this kind of thing you know." Bruce shrugs.

"So this animal-fed vampire, did he volunteer?"

"Yes he did. I don't really run tests on unwilling participants these days. It's unethical."

"I know that. Sounds like your old research boss didn't feel the same." You say.

"Well, that group of researchers mostly tagged creatures to study their patterns in nature. They weren't so much running tests but it's a bit hard to tag a vampire that's trying to rip your heart out so-" Bruce shrugs.

"Alright well I'll take your word on of yours this vampire tomorrow. Be careful." You say.

"Always darling." He winks at you. In all honesty, you try not to ask too many questions about your boyfriend's research of supernatural creatures. He swears to you it's all ethical but you're not sure how well it sits with you. You've been to the lab once and the asylum-like observational rooms you saw were offputting. Stark white walls and a small bed in an otherwise empty room doesn't seem very morally sound to you despite what Bruce tells you. Granted the observational cells were empty when you visited so you can only hope nobody's been in there against their will.

"Y/n!" Bruce pulls you from your thoughts and your head snaps to his confused face.

"Sorry, I- spaced, did you say something?" You ask.

"I said I was thinking we'd order something for dinner, does that sound okay?" Bruce chuckles.  You want so badly to trust that his work is virtuous because that's what he tells you.

"Yeah that's fine with me. Did you want Chinese or Thai or there's that Italian place too, maybe pizza?" You list off some options, shaking the uncertainty from your mind. They say ignorance is bliss.

"Do you have a preference?" He asks.

"Let's do Chinese."

"Sounds good. I'll finish grading these assignments and then order in a couple hours." Bruce says.

"Yeah that's fine." You nod giving Bruce a quick kiss and leaving him to his papers. With the few hours you have to spare until dinner, you crack open your latest read, a book recommended to you by a coworker that you've been meaning to start for a while. Eventually, Bruce orders dinner and gets your attention once the food arrives. Your night is pretty relaxed, you eat and chat while watching TV together for a while before you turn in for the night. You and Bruce do have different rooms because it's important to have your own space, but most nights you sleep together in his room. You'd consider your life pretty ordinary. You have routines and habits and while you have lots of fun experiences, you'd say most of your life is very much average.

~*~*~

The tinkling of the bell over the door doesn't pull your attention from the magazine you're reading but you do greet the customer since you're at the register by the door.

"Hi welcome in!" You say with mild cheeriness.

"Hiiii y/n!" The sing-song greeting comes from your best friend and you look up when you realize.

"Wanda! Hey love." You smile at her.

"Hi! Hi Peter!" She waves at Peter, who's learning how to work the coffee bar today.

"Oh. Hi miss Wanda!" He says with a shy wave.

"I've told you sweetie you don't have to call me miss." Wanda chuckles.

"Sorry." He mutters.

"What a cutie." Wanda hums.

"Isn't he?" You agree quietly. "Anyway, what brings you here babes?" You ask.

"Is your shift almost over? I wanted to hang out today."

"Well I'm supposed to be out of here in the next half hour or so but of course, I've gotta wait for Matt or Layla to come in before I can actually leave." You shrug.

"Peter! How good are you at that coffee bar?" Wanda calls across the store.

"Uh- I- I'm alright I think." Peter says.

"Wanna try making me a vanilla latte?" She asks.

"Well I- I can try."

"Confidence honey, you've got the recipes, you can do this. Don't act like the coffee bar's gonna bite ya!" You tell him.

"Right! Confidence. Vanilla latte coming up." Peter nods grabbing items to make Wanda's drink.

"And if you have any questions I'm right here!" You call.

"I'll wait for your shift to end and then can we do something together?" Wanda asks you.

"Of course we can." You nod.

"Done!" Peter says after a few minutes. Wanda takes the coffee from Peter and drops a five on the counter for him before sitting at a table with her drink and a magazine.

"This is pretty good for how unsure you were Peter." Wanda tells him.

"Good job Petey! I told you, you got it." You smile at him and again he hits you both with a shy smile.

"Thanks." He says quietly. A few customers come in and leave before Eric arrives and you clock out, leaving arm in arm with Wanda. She seems to have a destination in mind as you walk together.

"So where are we going lovely?" You ask her after a few minutes of her dragging you down city streets.

"Well I have a date tonight and I need something to wear, so the mall." She tells you.

"A date? You have a date? Why didn't you mention this before now?!" You blink at her.

"Honestly I forgot about it until I realized it was tonight." She shrugs.

"You forgot about it? Are you even interested in this person?" You laugh incredulously.

"I am! He's very sweet, I just have been busy with other things this week."

"Alright well let's get you something to wear for this second thought date." You snort.

"It wasn't a second thought. It's just that I can only prioritize like three things at a time."

"Seriously? You can lift a plane with your mind but can't remember your date until the day of?" You scoff. Wanda's a witch. It's the only real secret you keep from Bruce. She's not totally comfortable with him knowing that information and since it's her life you have no problem supporting that decision. To tell the truth, she's not very comfortable with him in general because of the whole research thing but he makes you happy so she gets along well enough for your sake.

"I didn't forget forget I was just, you know, too busy to think about it."

"Yeah sure whatever." You laugh as she pulls you into a store near the mall's entrance. "So how do you know this date of yours? Friend of a friend? Someone from work? A dating app? One of Pietro's friends?"

"He's a friend of a coworker." She tells you.

"A friend of a coworker? Is this a blind date?"

"No. He came to a work function and I had a nice enough time talking to him there that when he asked me on a date I said yes."

"It sounds like your coworker was setting you up and just played the long game." You chuckle.

"Hang on I'd like to circle back to your suggestion that it would be one of Pietro's friends. Why would I ever do that?!" She looks at you over a clothing rack.

"Oh come on Pietro's adorable." You laugh.

"This is about his friends, not him."

"Yeah I know but I'm of the belief that hot people hang with hot people so naturally-"

"Yeah that's not. No."

"Why? Is it the fact that the halfling has mostly vampire friends? I know you have ethical reservations about the whole blood sucking thing despite being raised by a vampire." You ask as the two of you leave the store you're in. Wanda and Pietro are twins but apparently since their father is a vampire and their mother is a witch one twin got each supernatural gene, making Pietro a vampire halfling.

"Most of Pietro's friends hunt animals so no it's not that." She rolls her eyes.

"Wait they hunt animals?" You blink.

"Yeah? So does Pietro, you know that."

"I know he does but I guess I didn't think about his friends- I think one of them might be volunteering for Bruce."

"What?" Wanda's eyes widen.

"A couple of weeks ago Bruce told me a vampire was going to the lab and they were going to study him because he's animal fed and well, considering we live in New York and not Idaho I can't imagine there's a large population of animal diet vampires." You explain.

"What if he finds out about Pietro? About me?" Wanda gasps as the two of you enter another store.

"He won't. Even if this guy knows Pietro why would he put another person on Bruce's watchlist that didn't ask to be there? His loyalty should be to other vampires not to a bunch of researchers." You say quietly. The shop you're in is empty besides the employees and while supernatural creatures aren't a secret, some people are more reserved when it comes to them.

"Some of them don't accept Pietro because of our parentage. He could rat him out on purpose for-"

"Bruce isn't going to go hunting people down, I've mentioned Pietro like once so he might not even know you're related, it's not like Pietro would rat on you, and if Bruce does find out that you're twins well, you aren't a vampire. I'll simply tell him that twins of a vampire and a nonvampire split the gene, and only one gets it. Plus it's been a couple of weeks since this happened, if the vampire had mentioned Pietro or Bruce had any suspicions about you, he'd have given himself away by now. He's not going to find out you're a witch. He's not going to find out Pietro is a halfling. Your secrets are safe."

"Man I hope so." She sighs.

"Yeah well I know so." You tell her.  The two of you flip through racks of clothes for a while, pulling different items for Wanda to try on in the dressing room. "So where are you going with this guy?" You ask her when you finally reach the dressing rooms at the back.

"Dinner! Maybe something else after but we're starting with dinner." Wanda says through the door as she tries on the first dress she picked.

"Hm, what's his name?"

"Wes."

"Wes? Is it short for Wesley or- is that the whole name?"

"It's short for Wesley." She pushes back the dressing room curtain to show you the dress. "What do you think?"

"That's cute. Although maybe not right for a first date." You say. It's a short dark blue dress with lace trimming and as much as you like it, it's not a dinner date outfit.

"Yeah- maybe you're right." She looks at herself in the mirror for a moment and then closes the curtain.

"Hm, Wesley? That's not the worst name in the world." You hum.

"Y/n!" Wanda laughs.

"Look! I'm not trying to be mean, but you know, some names just don't... roll off the tongue the right way ya know." You shrug even though she can't see you.

"Now why would you say that?" She tries to scold you but you can hear her hiding her laughter before she shoves back the curtain again. "This one?" She asks. This dress is a green off-the-shoulder pick with bell sleeves.

"I think it's the wrong shade of green for you honestly." You tell her.

"Ya think so?" She hums and closes the curtain again.

"Anyway, I said it because it's true. Like I'm not saying you're going to fuck this guy or anything but imagine trying to moan a name like Bartholomew or Yolanda. Ya know? Wes or even Wesley you could probably get away with though."

"Don't be crude! I don't think anyone born in the last century is named Bartholomew but- I guess I get your point." Wanda chuckles.

"Also it's cute that your names are alliterative. Wanda and Wesley. You'll have to come up with some cute introduction when you meet people as a couple."

"It is one date. You are for sure skipping ahead." Wanda pulls back the curtain in a new dress, pointing an accusing finger at you. This one is a two-toned red and black dress.

"I mean if you think about it now you're ready for if the time comes." You shrug.

"You and your ability to romanticize things." She shakes her head. "Thoughts on this one?"

"Life is better when you romanticize things. Honestly, I think this is your dress. You should get this one. It's gorgeous on you. If he's not speechless when he sees you, leave." You tell her.

"That's dramatic." She laughs.

"It's in my nature." You shrug.

"It is a nice dress though. Should I bother trying the others?" She asks as she closes the curtain again to change back into her clothes.

"I mean if you want to but I'm pretty much sold on this one." You say.

"Excuse me." You hear a voice behind you that causes you to spin around. A sales associate for the store you're in is smiling at you when you do.

"Hi! Can I help you?" You ask.

"This is for you." She says holding out a shopping bag with the store's logo on it. Your hands fly up as if you're surrendering.

"I- didn't purchase anything so that cannot be right." You shake your head.

"Actually the items were purchased for you by someone. It's a gift."

"A gift from whom?" You frown in confusion.

"They've asked to remain anonymous."

"That- sounds increasingly suspicious. Um can you, hold the bag open for me?" You ask her.

"Excuse me?" Now she's confused.

"I am not touching that bag if I don't know what's inside it. So, if you could just open it so I can look inside?" You explain. "Wanda! You almost done in there?" You call as the associate opens the bag. Wanda rushes out of the dressing room when she hears your voice.

"Everything okay?" She asks you.

"Somebody has anonymously gifted me some items apparently." You share a look at her before looking into the bag to find a dress, a jacket, and a jewelry set each that you'd commented on while shopping with Wanda. You spin around to face Wanda almost too fast. "Holy shit it's all stuff I said I liked while we were shopping." You speak quickly and quietly to her.

"What?"

"It's the dress and the jacket that I put down right before we came to the dressing room." You hiss.

"Woah." Wanda blinks. You turn back to the associate.

"Did they pay with a card? Can you refund this person somehow? I can't just take this gift from a stranger." You tell her.

"All of the items they bought are final sale so unfortunately, a refund would not be possible, plus they paid in cash."

"So- there's really nothing I can do but take this?"

"I mean if you don't take it I'll simply sell them again. It'd be unfortunate for the purchaser." The associate tells you. You look at Wanda again.

"This is like a $200 purchase what the fuck?" You whisper to Wanda.

"Then I guess you should take it." Wanda whispers back. You mull it over in your head for a moment before turning back to face the associate.

"Alright fine. Thank you." You take the bag from the associate with a small smile. "If the, anonymous gifter returns please inform them that I appreciate the gesture but not to do it again because this is very weird." You tell her.

"I will pass on the message." She nods and walks away.

"I cannot believe you've got a secret admirer." Wanda loops her arm through yours and pulls you towards the counter with her chosen dress in hand.

"This is absolutely ridiculous. What do I tell Bruce?" You frown.

"The truth. That a stranger bought them and you have no idea who it is." She shrugs. The two of you check out and leave the store and subsequently the mall, Wanda deciding she has enough shoes to choose from at home. "Do you have any idea who it might be?"

"No. I only talk to like 5 people and none of them are spending $200 on items I only mentioned liking while we were just shopping."

"Even Bruce?"

"If Bruce did it, he wouldn't keep it a secret. So I know it's not him." You tell her.

"Well, you'll have to tell me how he reacts. I'm going to head home so I can prep for this date. I'll call you later." Wanda says hugging you tightly.

"Have fun babes." You kiss her cheek and then part ways, heading back to your apartment. When you unlock the door and kick off your shoes, the smell of food welcomes you so you head to the kitchen.

"Hi Bruce!" You say wrapping your arm around him from behind.

"Hi babe, welcome home. Work a longer shift at work or something?" Bruce asks.

"No Wanda came to my job and we went shopping once I got off. She's got a date tonight!" You tell him and Bruce turns enough to see the shopping bag sitting on the counter.

"I see you got some things too. What's in the bag?" Bruce asks.

"A dress, a jacket, and some jewelry."

"Impromptu mini shopping spree?" Bruce chuckles.

"Well I didn't buy any of that stuff actually." You shrug. Bruce frowns at you for a moment before turning back to whatever he's cooking. A past dish from the looks of it.

"Honey I know we don't really keep secrets from each other but if you're going to commit a crime-"

"I didn't steal them. Why is your first thought that I stole?" You chuckle.

"You said you didn't buy them."

"Yeah I didn't. They were gifted to me while I was shopping."

"What?"

"Someone bought these things and had a sales associate bring them to me."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? You didn't ask any questions?"

"I asked like a dozen questions, including if she could refund whoever it was that did this and she said no. She also told me whoever it was asked to remain anonymous, what was I supposed to do? Force the information out of her? She probably doesn't know who it is either."

"What if he was watching you? You accepted the gift he might think he has an in with you."

"How do you know that this person has any intention of doing that?"

"Can you think of any other reason that they'd spend hundreds on stuff for you? This is basically a secret admirer stunt y/n."

"Look I told the sales lady to let whoever it was know that this was incredibly inappropriate but it's too late to do anything else. Even if they're stalking me I have no idea who they are so, what do you want from me here?" You cross your arms.

"I don't mean to snap at you I'm just worried about your safety." Bruce pulls you to his chest.

"Yeah, I get that, but it sounds like you're blaming me for receiving an anonymous gift." You mutter.

"I'm not trying to blame you I promise. This is just weird and it concerns me."

"Honestly as weird as this situation is I dunno I just don't hear the alarm bells I usually notice before something goes wrong. Of course it's only one incident, things could escalate."

"Well, even if you don't feel alarmed by this, be careful anyway." Bruce kisses the top of your head.

"Always." You wink at him. The rest of your evening is quiet, you discuss work over dinner and watch TV before eventually getting ready for bed.

~*~*~

You hum along to the music playing in the store as you restock some items by the register, it's pretty slow around this time in the afternoon usually so you've got Peter in the back learning inventory stuff.

"Hi welcome in!" You call over your shoulder instinctively when the bell by the door goes off.

"Hey, excuse me." You turn around at the voice to see two men looking at you, one Black and one white.

"Hi! Is there something I can help you with?" You smile.

"Actually we're looking for someone. An employee, Peter Parker. Is he here?" The Black man asks you.

"Mind telling me what this is about?" You ask keeping a polite smile on your face although their question concerns you.

"Excuse me?" He blinks at you.

"Well Peter's a kid so I hope you can understand my reservations in disclosing information about him to men who haven't identified themselves or their relationship to him, and seemingly don't know his schedule which to me means he does not want you popping up at his place of employment unexpectedly." You cross your arms and the one who hasn't spoken quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Look is the kid here or not?"

"I'm not authorized to give out information you don't already have about anyone who may or may not work here." You tell them.

"This is ridiculous- Parker! It's Wilson and Barton come up here." The Black man calls loudly. You spin around and intercept Peter when you hear his footfalls behind you.

"Peter do you know these men?" You ask quietly. He looks over your shoulder.

"Yeah they're friends. I'm sorry if they're causing you trouble." Peter tells you nervously.

"They aren't causing me trouble but they're looking for you and I wanna make sure you aren't in any danger."

"No. No danger. It's alright, they're alright. Is it cool if I step out with them for a moment?"

"It's empty so fine but you probably shouldn't do this often."

"I swear this won't happen again."

"Go, make it quick." You wave towards the door and he leads the two men out of the store.

"She seems protective of you." Clint points out.

"She's real nice, it's kinda like having an older sister at work but that's besides the point you guys cannot just show up here while I'm working!" Peter tells them.

"That's cute, and relax you're just a cover, we were told to check on her." Sam says.

"She's wearing the jacket." Clint mutters.

"She's wearing the jacket! Did she mention anything to you Parker?" Sam looks from you to Peter.

"About her jacket? No? Why should she?" Peter frowns.

"No reason. The fact that she's wearing it bodes well for them I think." Sam says.

"Bodes well for who? Wait did they buy her that jacket?! She's been in a relationship for like three years!"

"Relax kid leave this to the adults." Sam nudges him.

"They can't just poach someone's girlfriend."

"No one's poaching anyone don't worry about it, Peter. Oh, but they do wanna see you after you get off so- head to the offices when your shift is over." Clint claps Peter on the back and then he and Sam leave.

"Sorry about that." Peter says as he rushes back in.

"Everything alright?" You ask.

"Yeah! Totally fine, I'm gonna go finish learning inventory."

"Holler if you need anything." You hum. You know it's not really any of your business but you do hope Peter was telling the truth and those guys weren't here to hassle him.

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Part 1/???

Tagged Users: @cjand10

[shinestarhwaa]

FLASH || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings/tags: Hospital patients Wooyoung and reader, inexperienced reader, mentions of sex, mentions of death, illness (cancer), major character death, Yunho is Y/N's favourite nurse, kinda friends to lovers, tell me if I forgot anything

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @veronicasawyerschainsaw @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

ENJOY!

It all had gone by in a flash, your life. You wished you had appreciated it more. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't feel so desperate to get out of his hospital bed to make memories.

You sighed deeply. 'Did I deserve this?' you frequently asked yourself. You weren't a bad person, you were sure of that. But how could you accept that your breasts were the cause of all this mess.

"Good morning, Y/N, I see you're up already!"

The cheerful nurse Yunho never failed to make you smile, at least a little. "Yeah, I am, stupid birds won't stop chirping."

"Oh come on, it's spring, it's a good thing, a happy thing, right?" Yunho said, petting your head as he examined your stats.

"You have an appointment with dr. Nakamura at 3 to talk about your treatment right?" Yunho asked as he said next to your bed.

You had been here for a while, trying to treat the cancer with chemo, but nothing worked. Now, there was a big chance your breasts had to be amputated. It killed you. You don't know why you cared so much, but they were your breasts.

Heck, no one had even touched them yet, and they were taken away from you. Who would touch you now? Ever? Kiss you? You sighed.

"Yep, gonna have a man tell me my boobies will have to fly out the window," you said as you played with the bracelet on your wrist. Never give up, it said.

A bracelet your friend had made for you, before she passed away during her brain surgery. You missed her.

"Fly out the window? That'll be a bizarre and kind of nasty thing to see. Imagine you're walking out in the garden and suddenly there's a breast."

You couldn't help but laugh. Yunho always made you laugh.

.

.

Back in your room, you laid in your bed again, while your mother hung up some pictures of you and your friends on the board behind you, after you complained about the white hospital walls.

"Look, this is better isn't it?" your mother said as she was finished with the decorations. You gave her a weak smile, appreciating the help. But you didn't have the energy to give her a real one.

She kissed the top of your head and took her bag. "I'll have to go now, pick up your brother from his training, and cook...," she sighed. You knew she hated leaving you alone.

"I'm a grown up mom, I'll be fine, go home," you said as you kissed her cheek. You said your goodbyes and sighed deeply when the door closed, only for it to open again in a matter of seconds.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a little rest and quiet in here?" you sighed.

"Well, aren't you a sunshine."

An unfamiliar voice and it's laughter filled the emptyness of the room. You looked up, and your eyes were met by a lively boy, probably around your age.

His dark hair was parted in the middle, he had warm brown eyes that twinkled as he laughed and the fullest pink lips you'd ever seen on a guy.

He was pretty.

"Y/N, meet your new roommate, Jung Wooyoung," his nurse said.

"A roommate?" You were a bit confused.

"We figured you could use one," Yunho said as he appeared leaning against the doorframe, "now you won't have to feel lonely."

.

.

"So what's up with you?" Wooyoung asked one morning. It was the end of April, a time you used to love, but now all you could do was lay in your bed and stare out of the window.

You moved your head to look at Wooyoung, who was on the right side of the room, checking the photo's he made today on his camera. He loved taking pictures of everyone, he even took a few of you. He even joked that you were his muse.

"What's up with me?" you asked, unsure if he meant your mood or your illness.

"Why are you in here? I've been here for three days and I hadn't asked yet," Wooyoung answered, placing his Nintendo on the foot of his bed, paying his attention to you.

"Breast cancer," you admitted, "I have had a few chemo's but they did zero so they're removing both tomorrow."

Wooyoung's expression saddened. "I'm sorry, you must feel horrible right now."

You nodded, saying nothing more. You'd fall apart if you talked more about yourself. It was already hard to share it with your therapist.

"Why are you here?" you finally asked.

"Bladder cancer, and it has probably spread by now," he said, quite bluntly. "Spread? Where to?" you asked curiously. "They're not sure, but they're gonna run tests and examine me to see where it is now. I was declared clean a few months back but... you know, suddenly it's back and it's growing everywhere."

The two of you were silent for a while. "I'm sorry, Wooyoung, I hope you can get better," you said, truly meaning it.

"I don't think I will... thanks, though," he smiled.

.

.

A roommate sounded fun and you appreciated the company. But you didn't know Wooyoung would be this extremely loud kid.

You started to care about him, really, he was endearing and you had fun together, running through the halls, playing pranks on nurses (mostly Yunho) and sharing lifestories.

Tonight was a rather hot night. While it was only May it felt like a hot August night, but you refused to wear anything other than the big old sweater that was actually your brothers'.

Wooyoung and you were sat on your bed, just finished playing the card game Wooyoung taught you. You won from him already four times and he was over it.

"Aren't you hot?" Wooyoung asked as he ran his hands through his hair. Not as hot as that was. This is the first time you noticed your libido rising again in months. You didn't want to admit it was because of Wooyoung though.

"Of course I am."

"Then why do you have that sweater on?"

You rolled your eyes. You figured it was obvious why. "Because I have no boobs, Wooyoung," you sighed.

Wooyoung said nothing for a little while, understanding your struggle now. "That wouldn't bother me though, I'm an ass man." You couldn't help but laugh at that. "Good to know."

"You have a pretty nice ass."

You gasped. "You've looked?" Wooyoung laughed loudly, getting a glare from the cleaner in the hall. "Of course I looked, I'm a man, I have needs. I nearly wanted to photograph it."

"You have needs?" you laughed. "Hey I have a penis, I jerk off, I've had sex!"

"What's that like?" you asked, wondering. "Sex? You haven't...?"

You shook your head. "No I haven't had sex yet. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. No one wants to kiss the freak with cancer you know."

"Tell me about it," he sighed, "I haven't gotten laid in two years. Look, I had sex three times but I'm not bad! It's not like I'll give you cancer if I fuck you, that's not how it works," Wooyoung complained.

You grabbed the playing cards and put them back in their case, throwing them on the table on the other side of the room.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks."

A few hours later the two of you laid in bed, both unable to sleep. You shifted in your bed, being uncomfortable in the way too hot green sweater. Finally you gave in and took it off, leaving you in the striped tanktop you wore under it.

"Y/N?" you heard Wooyoung's voice call out. You felt caught. "Yeah?"

"I can give you your first kiss if you want? It doesn't have to mean anything. But who's a better match for a cancer kid than another cancer kid?" Wooyoung grinned.

You thought for a moment. "It's not a bad idea," you decided. Wooyoung wanted to get up, but you saw him struggling. He must be in pain, you thought.

You quickly got up and sat on his bed. You swallowed thickly, feeling nervous and exposed. He smiled softly as he saw your sweater off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before," he admitted.

His fingers brushed against your cheek and the arm around his waist pulled you closer. Softly, he placed his lips on yours. You felt electricity in your entire body, butterflies mixing with anxiety.

Your shaky lips moved against Wooyoung's plumper, certain ones. He took the lead, holding you, calming you down.

You kissed until you practically couldn't anymore, falling asleep in his arms.

.

.

Almost every night, over the past weeks, Wooyoung and you hung out together in bed, becoming best friends. Who kiss, apparently.

But tonight you noticed Wooyoung felt different, but you thought it may just be because of his conversation with his doctor earlier today, as he found out his cancer definitely was spreading, mostly to his lymph nodes.

The two of you went to bed earlier, falling asleep soon enough. But in the middle of the night you were awakened by Wooyoung's cries and whines, and you shot up immediately.

You saw Wooyoung's screaming face, wet from his tears. Your eyes widened when you saw blood and something that definitely smelled like urine. The nurses and his father were trying to calm him down, but Wooyoung seemed to be losing it completely.

Before you could get out of bed, they took him away, to God knows where. You stared at the spots of blood and urine on the floor. He must've lost control of his bladder by now. A cleaner soon came to clean the room, and you pretended to be asleep, while you couldn't even close your eyes for a few seconds.

.

.

Wooyoung returned the next day, he had been in surgery because the doctors had found internal bleeding, and they had to bring in a catheter.

He wasn't much like the usual bright Wooyoung, he was brooding, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Woo," you said as you got up from your bed and sat on his, nearly sitting on the line of his catheter.

"Hi," he said, looking away, he could barely look at you.

"I know you feel embarrassed..., but it's okay, there's no need to."

"I peed myself because I couldn't hold it in and... well, I'm gonna die."

You caressed his hair. "Wooyoung..."

You wanted to console him and hold him and tell him it was nonsense. But it's not nonsense and you both knew it. His cancer spread easily, as the doctors said it and there wasn't much they could do.

"You can't," you said, tearing up, "there's so much we still need to do. I need more, I need you to teach me more... and then do it a lot of times."

"You might wanna search for another cancer kid to give you dick," he tried to joke, but he couldn't laugh.

You just laid in bed together, knowing you had fallen in love but it could never happen. He wasn't gonna make it. And you had no idea what was gonna happen to you.

"But I want you."

The two of you looked at each other with tears in your eyes, not even noticing how both your parents stood in the doorway, watching the two of you fall deeply in love with each other.

The next night your mother sat down next to your bed when Wooyoung was getting washed up. "Sweetheart, I know you and Wooyoung have feelings-"

"Mom, they're not just feelings, I'm so... in love with him, it's unfair ma!" you yelled.

You didn't mean to yell. But what could you do? She kindly stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. ''You know you'll get hurt in the end, dear.''

''I don't care if I'll get hurt, I'd rather spend all my days with him until he's gone instead of never seeing him again while I know he's still here.''

''Okay, dear, it's okay, I'm not forbidding you anything, just... try not to romanticize it, it's hard taking care of a sick perso-''

You stared at her. ''It's hard taking care of a sick person? Like me? You know what's hard? Being sick,'' you protested. ''I know, I know, honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.''

You nodded, but you couldn't let it go. You hated feeling like a burden, but that's what you are, right?

.

.

''Hey, Y/N, shall we go outside and take pictures together?'' Wooyoung asked, already having his camera in his hand. You weren't totally in the mood, but seeing him getting up from his bed and sitting in his wheelchair. It broke your heart that you couldn't see him running around anymore. His legs got too weak, his body too tired.

You spend the entire afternoon in the July sun, taking pictures together and Wooyoung taking solo pictures of you, once again using you as his 'beautiful muse'.

At the end of the afternoon he was spent, although he didn't wanna admit it. His warm toned skin looked pale when he was helped back into his bed. He barely reacted to you any more, only giving you a slight smile.

In the days after that, you saw Wooyoung getting sicker, and sicker, while you were getting better, allowed to go home. Still, you came to see him every single day, spending time with him for as long as you could.

Some nights you snuck in to kiss him, feel his tongue in your neck and his hands on your ass, but at the end of the week he was out of breath too much, which made you realize his illness must be affecting his lungs by now.

''I love you,'' he breathed out weakly, his eyes filled with tears. ''I love you, Wooyoung, I'll be back tomorrow.'' You kissed him one last time, before going home.

The next morning you sat on the couch drinking a cold glass of milk. You finished your glass and put it right next to the plate with some leftover pancakes that you couldn't finish.

The livingroom door opened, making you look up. It was mrs. Jung together with your own mother. By the look on her face you already knew.

''Dear,'' she started as she sat down, ''I'm so sorry to tell you...''

''Don't... Don't tell me... Don't say it...'' you whispered.

''Wooyoung passed away in his sleep last night... He's gone, my dear,'' she spoke, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But you? You couldn't cry, you only felt empty.

Your mother and mrs. Jung held you tight, trying to console you. You looked at the time, 10:49, at the calendar, July 20th, and at the sky, blue, but with the brightest sun lighting up the world. Wooyoung.

Mrs. Jung placed Wooyoung's camera on the table. ''It's filled with photos of you, thought you'd like to keep this,'' she whispered, ''He wrote a letter a few days ago.'' Mrs. Jung handed you a pink envelope.

Your name was written in a glittery pen on the front, which made your hands shake. You opened it, pulling the letter out.

Y/N, my muse,

You have given me what no one else could

I feel unconditional love when I see your face

I always will, even from the beyond

Your lips were my heaven on earth

But from now on I'll be in heaven, far from you

I'll still watch over you always

So don't be afraid to love someone else

Don't forget to never give up

And don't forget about me

Yours,

Wooyoung

This time tears fell from your eyes, and they didn't stop.

They never truly stopped. You didn't want to accept it. The lively boy you knew, the boy you loved, he couldn't possibly be gone.

It had all gone by in a flash

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner chapter twenty-five

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“Be careful Thomas.” Brenda said to him as you all followed Gally to a tunnel in the ground. You stood beside Newt holding onto his jacket.

“Can't Fry go?” You say to him, with a pout. Newt curled his lips up in a laugh before brushing your hair back behind your ears and kissing you.

“I'll be okay. We'll be back before you know it.” He tries to reassure you as he sits down to tie the loose shoelace on his new clothes. You do not miss the slight shake of his hand as he does it.

“Hey y/n, I promise I'll bring him back to you.” Gally smiles, it hadn't been that long but your old friend looked so much older than he did before. You thank him and give Newt one more kiss before moving back beside Frypan, who rubs your shoulder comfortingly

“Well, I wouldn't mind betting that tiger is hungry,” Lawrence announced from his door. Mai Mai shook her body excitedly.

Gally led Thomas and Newt through the sewers into the main city beyond the wall. Hundreds of people walked in all directions, some with masks on their faces. The city was almost beautiful, with it's tall sleek buildings and thousands of lights.

Gally takes them through the streets as a mandatory curfew comes I think action and police cars patrol.

The three boys climb up a grey wall to one of the highest levels. There was a small set up of blankets against the wall and Gally pulled out a large telescope, setting it up on the railing.

“Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years. Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere. Scanners on every floor.” He explained.

“Sounds like a bloody fortress.” Newt mused.

“Yeah, I thought you said you had a way in.” Thomas scoffed.

“I might.”

“You might? What the hell do you mean "might"?” Thomas could feel his anger bubble up again.

“Take a look.” Gally gestured to the telescope, “ I said I had a way in. I didn't say you were gonna like it.”

Thomas looked through it and saw the one person he had spent six months trying not to think about. Teresa, there working inside working.

“Look after y/n’s antics here they really locked down the place. It's harder than ever to get in.”

“Y/n’s antics?” Newt asked.

Gally sighed, “she hasn't told you, has she?”

“Told us what?”

“We had a guy on the inside. There was all this chatter about new human trials happening, then it all went crazy. Crick told us that they had a girl in there, the first thing she did was smash up a whole ward, then she was given something, the virus I think; but we don't know for sure. It didn't do to her what it did to us but it gave her strength. Like crazy stupid strength. She tore at least ten men apart trying to get out. It took like seven knockout darts to take her down. I didn't know it was y/n until we got security footage almost a week later and by then they'd moved all the kids.”

“I don't…why wouldn't she tell us that?” Thomas looked at Newt who was chewing on his finger. A million thoughts were going through his mind.

“Would you tell us if you massacred a bunch of people?” Gally shrugged, "there were rumours that she almost got the kids out as well. Security got really tight after that. Ava closed the doors that week."

“We should go back to the others.” Newt says.

“Yeah, hey maybe I shouldn't have told you, y/n won't be-”

“DON'T TELL ME WHAT Y/N WOULD WANT!” Newt shouted before composing himself again, “I know her better than anyone.” He breathed heavily and Gally put his hands up in front of him in surrender.

“Yeah of course you do. I wasn't…”

“Let's just go.” Thomas said, grabbing Newt's shoulder.

“No. There's gotta be another way.” Thomas shook his head and moved back to the table you all sat around.

“Like what? You've seen the building. She is our only way in.” Gally repeated.

“You really think she's gonna help us?” Thomas argued.

“I don't plan on asking for her permission.” Gally replied flatly. You didn't like the implications of his words.

“Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?” Brenda scoffed.

“I like her.” Gally laughed.

“What, are you afraid your little girlfriend's gonna get hurt? Hmm? Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?” Newt spat out from his seat beside you.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked.

“Teresa. She's the only reason that Minho's even missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don't want to because of her?” Newt stood and stepped closer to Thomas as he spoke, causing Thomas to slowly step back toward the wall, “Because deep down inside you still care about her, don't you? Just admit it.” There was a venom I. His voice you'd never heard before.

“Newt, I-”

“ Don't lie to me! Don't lie to me!” He grabbed Thomas's jacket and shoved him against the wall. Seeing then what he had done,Newt blinked rapidly and tried to calm his breathing. “Sorry. I'm sorry.” Newt whispered before darting from the room. You look to Thomas and then darts after Newt.

He sits on the edge of the tall building.

“Newt?” You fears of his accident in the maze were flooding back to you. He looked back slightly.

“Sorry about that. Back there. I guess I can't

hide this anymore.” He lifts the arm of his jacket and shirt to show you the bite wound. It was dark around the edges and his veins were filled with the darkness.

“Why didn't you tell me?” You sat beside him but not fully on the edge.

“Didn't think it would make any difference. All I know is that WICKED must have put me in that maze for a reason. Maybe it was literally

just so they could tell the difference between immunes like you and people like me.”

“No Newt, I saw all of your files, you're immune just not as immune as me. I think, I think you're like Gally, but I can help you.” you slide your hand into his, entwining your fingers.

“I don't…y/n I don't want to be one of those things.”

“I'm not going to let that happen.” You say kissing him.

“We have to save Minho.” He reminds you.

“No, Gally, Thomas, and Fry can get Teresa, you and me are staying here. I can fix this.” you hold his head in your hands so he has no choice but to look into your eyes. A tear drops down his face onto your wrist.

“Guys?” Thomas's voice sounded from the door. You weren't sure how long he had been standing behind you but by the looks of his face it had been some time.

“I'm sorry, Tommy.” Newt moved away from the ledge and stood up, before he could take another step Thomas threw his arms around him.

“We can fix it?” Thomas looked at you and you nod.

“I need some equipment but yeah I can.” You say.

Next chapter

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[starsaroundmyscarsblog]

Costume Party

Steven x Reader

Summary: You and Steven go to a party held by one of your friends as Milo and Kida.

Warnings: none. Pure Fluff.

When Gwen had called you last week, asking you to come to come to a costume party, you were going to say no. Parties weren't really your thing, let alone costume parties.

You tried to remember the last time you had dressed up at all, and that had been world book say when you were 10 years old. Not that you thought there was anything wrong with cosplaying as an adult, you just never had any reason to do it.

"Come on Y/N please. You can bring Steven with you. It's a couples thing. Well. Kinda. Well, not really. You can come alone, but I'm telling everyone who's not single to have their outfit match their partners. I'll even help you make your costume."

You sighed, looking over at Steven who was hunched over his desk. You weren't sure how he would react, if he'd ever even been to a party before.

"OK. But I'm only going if he goes."

"Yes!" Gwen cried " thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll text you the details, it's happening at Arthur's house. Arthur was your Gwen's boyfriend. You'd met him on occasion, and he seemed alright. She certainly seemed happy, at least.

"Wait. Who are you and him going as?"

"Well, it's kinda cliché but Robin Hood and Maid Marian."

"Not cliché. Cute.:

"Yeah, it was his idea, actually. Most people would expect him to go as King Arthur cause his name's Arthur, but he wanted to surprise people, and we couldn't think of anything else, lol."

After you finished talking to Gwen, you placed your phone down on the table and headed over to Steven, who sat hunched over on his desk, carefully highlighting pages of his books. He was currently in the first year of his PhD, while working another job at another museum, so he was a little busy. Often, you guys didn't see each other till late at night when he curled up beside you in bed, and you snuggled into his warm body

As if he could sense your prescence he looked up with a smile

"Hello love."

You felt your heart lift at his warmness, stepping forward, and Steven instinctively pulled you in, wrapping an arm around your waist, his head resting on your abdomen, and you played with his curls.

"What's up?"

"Nothing just....Gwen invited us to a party."

"Hmm." He mused, trying to remember her. "Work friend, black hair-

"In a bob, yeah."

"Mm." Steven replied, using his thumb to stroke your hip, and you blushed.

"I said I'd ask you first. You wanna go? I know how sometimes these things can be overwhelming for you, so it's up to you. We don't have to. I won't be disappointed or anything if you don't in fact we can-

"I'd love to go with you, Y/N." Steven almost blurted out. He knew sometimes his eagerness could be a little off-putting, especially when he was talking about Egypt, something he loved wholeheartedly. "That is, only if you want to, love." He looked up at you, a warm smile on yourface

"I'd love to go, only with you." You kissed his head of curls and Steven could feel the warmth spreading throughout his body, "Only thing is though, its a costume party."

Steven paused for a moment as you sat down on the desk

"Who would we go as?" He asked, now holding your hand.

"I don't know..."

"Maybe those geologists or whatever from Jurassic Park."

"Ellie Sattler and Alan Grant? Nah, someone else's taken them. So far, I think there are The flintstones, simpsons, pirates of the carribean couple, oh, and Mario and Princess Peach.

"Wow."

"Yeah just a bit of fun to be honest."

"Whose Gwen and Sam going as?"

"Maid Marian and Robin Hood."

Steven paused before spotting your dvd on the table in front of the TV.

"What about them?"

You picked up your old copy of Atlantis you had gotten as a child, going to sit back on his desk.

"Milo and Kida? You think I could pull her off?"

"I think you'd look ho-

Steven laughed as you raised an eyebrow. The blush was spreading on his face and it was hard not to smirk

"You look...amazing...in anything...Y/N." He turned back to his work, clearing his throat."When's the Party?"

"This coming Friday. Are you sure you can make it? You can spare some time? I can go alone if you can't, or just cancel."

Steven stood up, stretching and giving your forehead a kiss

"Wouldn't dream of missing it. And there's always time for you." He kissed your forehead again.

Now it was Thursday night, and you sat on the floor in Gwen's room, a mannequin out in front of you, and carefully cut fabric on the floor. You had requested the skirt to be floor length, only cause it got bloody cold and it was still winter. You'd gotten golden earrings, an amulet necklace, and an arm band, along with a white wig. Kida walked barefoot, but in London, that wasn't exactly advised, so you got some gold sandals. Lying there, the fabric looked so beautiful.

You were worried you were going to ruin it just by wearing it. Body image had never been something you had the best relationship with, and so coming to this place was way out of your comfort zone. Especially weemaring an outfit like Kida's.

Gwen had just measured you and cut the material, and now you were just sitting on the living room floor, watching a movie, eating popcorn and talking about work and other things. It was about 9 o'clock when you finally finished the outfit (you had lost a lot of time movie watching) and she made you try it on, wig and all.

Before you stepped out of the bathroom, you were coming up with excuses in your head, so you didn't have to show her. The dress didn't fit right, the wig was a little stuffy. To be honest, you thought you would look terrible, that's why you didn't look at yourself before you stepped out.

Gwen wolf-whistled when you came out

"Shit, Y/N you look hot. I wish I was Steven."

You blushed, "shut up."

"No but seriously, you do look really hot. Spin around for me."

You did so

"And the dress fits perfect. Eat shit Mrs Zimmer."

"Whose Mrs Zimmer?"

"My design and textiles teacher who used to tell me I was crap at this sort of stuff. Heck, Y/N you look damn good. I really should have pursued a career in fashion."

After you got changed back into your regular clothes, I was a little more confident for when Steven would see you tomorrow. Marc was fronting when you got back into the shared flat.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Marc."

"Is that your costume?" You blushed. You had tried to cover it up in your bag, still a little unsure of whether they would like it on you, but your bag was still open from when you gotten your keys.

"Yeah." You said hurrying towards your wardrobe

"Can I see it?" You shoved it inside.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause," you blushed, a grin on your face. "You'll see it tomorrow."

You stuffed it in the back of your wardrobe. When the morning came, you said goodbye to Steven and headed over to work. Gwen seemed very excited, and everyone at work wished he happy birthday, but your heart pounded in your throat all day. Even though you tried to act like you were happy for her. And you were. But you were also nervous. What if Steven and the boys hated it?

You pushed the thought away as you entered your flat, holding a bag of cans of fizzy drinks/soda. Steven came and met you at the door, already in full Milo cute. If it was possible, he looked even more cute and handsome (at the same time).

You grinned at him as he kissed your cheek and took the drinks you'd bought on Gwen's request.

"You look really, handsome Stevie."

"Thanks." He rubbed his arm a little. "I got this stuff thrifted, and I already had a ton of old looking notebooks, though." He explained before casting a grin."Where's your?"

"Oh uh, in the cupboard. I think I'll change later though." You smiled, trying to stall as much as possible "right before we leave."'

He nodded, and you felt the room was suddenly too hot even though it was the middle of winter. You opened a couple of windows, trying to calm yourself and dreading for whem he and the others would see you.

So, that's how you ended up hiding out in the bathroom before you were due to leave. You were in full Kida mode, and the skirt still hugged you the way it did before, but you still didn't know. Surmounting all your strength you finally looked up. Everything looked wrong on you, so wrong you wanted the ground to swallow you hope. You were gearing up to tell Steven you didn't want to go anymore when you heard a knock on the door

"Love," he said, opening the door "just letting you know that-

"don't open it!" You jumped but it was too late. He had already seen you. You wanted to run into bed and huddle up in the covers.

Steven stood their breathless, mesmerised. The blue was great against your skin tone, the dress long and flowing. Your eyes sparkled, glowing almost, the dress hugging your figure perfectly. Steven could've sworn that moment he first saw you lasted forever. He spent forever getting lost in your waters before submerging again

"Steven?" He blinked as you rubbed your arm sheepishly. Your call had brought him back to reality.

"Oh yeah." He shook his head and stepped forward, laying both of his hands over your arms. "Y/N. You look beautiful. Really. You do."

He lifted your chin up and kissed you deeply.

"Bloody Brilliant babes. " He winked at the end, and you could feel your insides melt.

The headspace certainly thought that too.

Jake wolf-whistled, 'Mierda, debería vestirse así más a menudo'

'Damn. You're one lucky guy, Steven. Wish I was fronting tonight.' Marc added

When you finally had gotten there, the music was already pumping. Steven held your hand tight as you walked up to Gwen's front door and rang it. As if she was waiting there, Gwen answered the door immediately, excited and slightly tipsy

"Hey, hey Steven. Hey Y/N! You brought the drinks!"

Arthur came over to say hi as well, shaking Steven's hand and giving you a hug. You gave one to Gwen as well, and she took the drinks from you before ushering you inside with a wave of her hand.

"Drinks are on that table, food and shit on the other. Dump your stuff in my room," She handed a key "remember to lock it. Don't want any strays in there."

You hadn't brought much, expect a few essential items in your brought handbag. Steven came with you upstairs to make sure the door was locked (he said it was Marc's paranoia) but once you were done, he pulled you in by the waist, before moving the locks out of your face, and kissing you softly, then harder, and you did too. Even though you had spent the evening with him, every time you kissed it, it felt like you hadn't seen him in ages. Like you needed him.

You finally pulled away, when you felt like you were losing your breath, staring into Steven's eyes.

"I have to go to the bathroom." You pecked him on the cheeks."See you downstairs."

He nodded

"I'll get you a drink."

You headed over to bathroom, freshened up and then went back downstairs, looking for him. More people had arrived, and it was hard to see him over the masses. The music was pumping, and people were either dancing or huddled together talking. You decided to brave the crowd and go looking for Steven on foot, but before you could make it across the room, Gwen called your name.

"Oh Y/N! This is ny cousin Sam. Came as King Arthur. See if you can find him a woman to talk too. Bye!"

She waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd again so quickly you had wondered whether she had ever been there

Sam laughed a little awkwardly

"I have to apologise for my cousin's behaviour. I went through a rough breakup a couple months ago and she's been trying to set me up ever since."

You smiled. "It's ok. Gwen likes to play matchmaker. She's still convinced she introduced me to my boyfriend, yet I'd met him before."

You hadn't told Gwen about the DID. You'd met Marc first, then Steven, and then finally Jake. It'd been a long time coming getting Marc to open up about his DID, and you didn't feel like it was your place to tell people without his or the other altars permission.

Sam rolled his eyes, releasing a pent up laug

"Yeah that sounds like her. She's trying to set me up. Said she invited a lot of sexy women for me to pick from."

You laughed

"OK she is definitely drunk."

"Very." Sam laughed, and your eyes scanned over his costume

"You're Arthur."

"What? Sorry."

"Arthur. You're King Arthur."

He blinked as his expression changed from confused to realising.

"Oh shit. Oh yeah." He laughed again

"You're just missing a Guinevere."

Sam smiled, before looking back at you.

"Honestly, I was hoping to find her tonight."

You moved to say something "Well maybe I can help, I've got a-

"Wait. Hold on. Sorry." He leaned closer to you."It's just, I wanna give you my full attention, and I can't see you properly if it's like this."

He moved a strand of white hair away from your cheek.

"There."

You stepped back a little, a blush rising in your cheeks, surprised and nervous at how forward his action was. A part of you sighed in relief once you had spotted Steven walking towards you.

Steven had been watching the whole exchange, drinking from a bottle of beer. He didn't even like beer. That was more of Marc's thing, but he kept drinking it either way. It wasn't that he didn't trust you was that he didn't trust the guy right next to you.

'Whose that guy?' Marc asked

'I don't know Marc. Friend of Gwen's maybe. She seems to know him.'

'Well, he's getting a little close.'

'De acuerdo. Si él la toca solo sabe, voy a patearle el trasero.'

'Jake, they're hardly kissing.' Steven chuckled, though his own insecurity was running high. He took another swig of beer. 'Besides, Y/N's not like that. She wouldn't cheat.'

'We know that, but it's not like this guy wouldn't try something.'

Steven didn't reply, instead choosing to watch, a little riled up.

He watched at how Sam seemed to make you laugh with every word that came out of your mouth and the bright smile that seemed to grace your features when you were talking to him. He even watched as Sam moved a piece of hair away from your face, something only he and the boys did.

Jake swore very loudly.

'El cabrón. Te dije que este tipo era un problema'

'Go get him, Steven.' Marc said, though the former had already started walking towards you.

You noticed Steven coming up to you and smiled at him, though he didn't see it, instead slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You blushed.

"This is my boyfriend Steven." He shook Sam's hand a little too tightly before placing his back on your waist. A silent reminder that you belonged to someone else

"Sam, yeah? He took a swig of his beer. "So what'd you do for a living? Make a lot of money."

"Steven." You raised your eyebrows a little, and Steven took another gulp of his drink

"What?"

Sam laughed "No it's alright. In just a software engineer. I make money to live on, but not as much as I'd like, you know?"

You nodded eagerly, and Steven wondered if you cared more about what Sam said than he did. You never seemed this eager whenever he told you about his interests. He wondered if he had been this blind all along. Of course you didn't care Egypt, people never cared about what he was into.

"Well, I better go find Gwen. See you around Y/N. Steven." Sam waved himself off.

'Good job Steven you scared him off.'

'Sí, nadie se lleva a nuestra chica.'

You turned towards him and smiled, though he looked away. Even though you hadn't done anything wrong, his actions made you feel a little guilty.

"Steven? Steven?"

"I just remembered, I've got some coursework to do. I'll see you at home, Y/N." He started moving to the front door.

"Wait, Steven. What's going on? I thought you were having a good time."

"Well, I'm not anymore."

"What? Why?"

He sighed, turning back around to face you.

"Y/N, come on, don't play dumb with me. He was flirting with you." He paused. "And you didn't exactly seem like you hated it."

"What? Steven, come on. Why would I enjoy him flirting with me?

"I don't know, you tell me." Those words stung a little, and you could feel yourself getting more pissed off. "You were the one flirting back."

"Flirting back? What do you mean flirting back?!"

"You were laughing, and whispering to him. I saw you. Then you let him touch you."

"I didn't let him do anything. I was about to tell him I had a boyfriend again, then you came up.

"Were you really? Looked like you were gonna exchange numbers to me."

"Steven." You stepped in closer to him, the strong scent of beer hitting your nostrils. "Baby, are you drunk? I promise you it wasn't like that. Don't you trust me?" You reached for him, and he pushed you hand away.

"No." He answered a little too quickly. "How can I trust a flirt?"

He turned back around to see your eyes brimming with tears, and reality suddenly hit him again.

"Oh shit, Y/N. Love, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-

You turned from him, and ran upstairs. There were people going into the room to dump their stuff so you took that as an opportunity to grab yours.

You walked past Steven.

"Y/N. Love, wait. You're right. I am drunk."

"Walk yourself home tonight, Grant."

'Nice going, Steven.'

He followed you out to the car.

"Y/N. Love. Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-

"Then why did you say it, Steven?!" You were still angry, but he could see the tears rolling down your cheeks "I love you all more than anything. Why would you say something like that?"

"I just didn't like it when..." he trails off at the end "When he touched you. It was our thing. And, you seemed so much more happy with him then you ever did with me. I was a little jealous I guess."

"A little?" You chuckled, wiping your eyes, and he knew he could approach you again. He wrapped his arms around you, slowly stroking your back, calming you down.

"Steven." You whispered once you had calmed down. He looked down below at you. "You make me happy. You, Marc, and Jake. More than anyone in the world. I know you think you're so flawed. But to me, you're all perfect. All of you."

You nuzzled his nose, leaning him

"I wouldn't trade a million you guys for one Sam."

"Technically it would be 3 million."

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning into him

"Love you, Y/N." He replied, kissing your head

"Love you too, Stevie. And you Marc. And you, Jake."

"Can we go home?"

"Yeah, baby. We can go home."

[adhdzagreus]

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst? (for jonny and eva 👀)

"Oh, that's a tough one!" Evangeline says. Her wide blue eyes roll upward as she thinks, and her eyebrows knit together as she searches through memories. "Probably junior prom. The music, the dancing, the gossip! I was wearin' this gorgeous little red dress, and I got Jonny to wear something that matched, and he looked so good."

Her grin is infectious as she recalls that night. "It was magical. He made me feel like the prettiest girl in the whole wide galaxy. As for the worst memory..."

Her expression darkens. "Don't tell anyone about this, but uh, you ever been around while he and his daddy are arguin'? Yeah, don't be. They get loud and very very angry. He threw a glass of whiskey across the room once... It kinda scared me. I don't think he and his old man are good for each other, but Jonny won't move out 'cause he doesn't wanna get a job. Not that I can blame him. There's not much 'round here that's worth doing."

XXX

"Best memory with Eva, eh?" Jonny muses. "I s'pose you'd want an honest answer too? That's a big ask, you know."

He taps his fingers against the worn wooden surface of the bar counter. "If you must know, probably the first time she kissed me. Who among us doesn't want to be wanted? Especially by someone beautiful."

"Worst memory... Well, I suppose there's that time we got way too stoned, and Eva had to spend the whole evening trying to convince me that I wasn't dying," he says, looking a bit sheepish. "In my defense, time seemed to have completely stopped moving, and my thoughts were as loud as my voice. Bit of friendly advice: Don't buy weed from Lee Johnson. That was fucking humiliating. I'd rather have a glass of alcohol and a cigarette any day."

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @writingkitten

I am currently making my way through finishing Chapter 5 of Hot and Cold (Wolf Jackson and Nadia Freelon fic) and working on a new fic for Arnold Mack from the 2004 movie, The Clearing. The title of it being A Decent Proposal.

Hopefully, both fics will be finished and posted in full by the second week of July.

Wish me luck! 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

I tag @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky ​​and whoever else wants to do this. 😁

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Hot and Cold

“Okay, kitchen's clean, dishes are clean, but it seems like there's one more thing that needs cleaning,” Wolf mused.

“What else needs cleaning?” I asked puzzled, not noticing his incoming innuendo.

“Your pipes,” he quipped, before laughing wolfishly. “And I get the feeling that you need a deep clean.”

“Ooh,” I cooed before seductively saying, “You're right, daddy. I do need a deep clean. I need that badly.”

He chuckled.

“Well, let's go and get you cleaned then,” he suggested.

“Okay,” I said before teasing, “I'm so tasty, come and chase me, daddy.”

He grinned, knowing that I seriously meant that I wanted him to chase me to my room.

Without another thought, I ran around my apartment before making my way to my room.

And he followed behind, but was floating instead of running.

Not that I mind.

He couldn't keep up with me though, until he finally just appeared in front of me and grabbed me when I was about to run out of my room again.

“Gotcha,” he chirped, as he moved behind me and tightened his grip around me.

“Oh no. You cheated, daddy.”

“Did I? I let you get away from me before, honey,” he admitted, kissing me down from my cheek to my neck.

“No fair,” I pouted as he noticed my pendant sitting next to one of my design awards…

An award that was contested for a very small reason.

It was awarded without my name on it.

But that was how the awarding organization handled graphic design work. It was total bullshit, but there was nothing I could really do.

Wolf on the other hand though…he didn't let that stand and a month later I received another award with my full name on it.

And I finally framed it.

So at least he would see that along with the pendant I left behind.

“You finally framed your deserved award,” he observed, although he clearly saw the pendant first.

“Yeah, finally found the perfect frame for it. Thank you again for reasoning with the board.”

“Of course, honey. I won't rest until you're truly appreciated for your work,” he assured, placing a kiss to my dominant hand.

“Wolfie, you're the best boyfriend ever.”

“I know,” he bragged softly.

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A Decent Proposal

Premise: Arnold is an underappreciated, high achieving sales representative at the Fortune 500 software company, Rivaware. And despite his hard work and preserverance, he's stuck in a loveless marriage and his new diagnosis of General Anxiety Disorder has caused his sales numbers and confidence to plummet. Once the highest earner every month, he's become a shell of his former self. And his boss, the beautiful and strong, Alondra Chanté Rivera, has notice. She knows about his woes and that he has an inappropriate crush on her. But she still takes it upon herself to help build his confidence again, by becoming his confidant and mistress. Her own husband be damned.

“Arnold, you can tell me what's going on. This is starting to affect your work and we can't have that. You can trust me, cariño.”

“Cariño? What does that mean?” he asked, before she leaned over and grabbed his chin.

“Whatever you want it to, Arnold. Whatever you want it to. Now, tell me what's going on.”

He trembled at the feeling of her soft touch.

So much so that he slightly moaned, which she noticed. She grinned and then slowly moved her hand down his neck and to the visible part of his chest.

“You like the way I touch you?”

He nodded.

“I…I…”

“It's okay,” she whispered in his ear. “I know about your wife…how she doesn't respect you or treat you well anymore…I heard everything the other day. What a shame, really. Doesn't know how good she has it. She has a handsome man that provides so much for her and it still isn't enough.”

His breath hitched when she said that.

“You just want some appreciation, right? Some well deserved praise? A little attention from the fairer sex?”

Did she overhear him in the break room?

She must have.

How would she know otherwise?

He tried to stop himself from truthfully responding, but his fast beating heart took over his motor function.

So he nodded again to her quandary, giving her the approval she needed to continue.

“I wish you would have just told me outright. Although I knew about your crumbling marriage, I wanted to see if you would be honest with me.”

“I'm sorry,” he blurted. “I'm just…”

“Ashamed?” she asked, making him put his head down again. “There's nothing to be ashamed of, Arnold. People fall out of love. It happens. My husband and I aren't on the best terms either.”

[wtfbinnie]

tag drop: i can see you- taylor swift

and i could see you up against the wall with me { photos }

and we kept everything professional { ask }

you won't believe half the things i see inside my head { memes }

but what would you do if i went to touch you now? { convos }

’cause i can see you waitin' down the hall from me { text }

and i could see you up against the wall with me { tweets }

then we kiss and you know i won't ever tell yeah { musings }

and what would you do? baby if you only knew  { music }

and i could see you being my addiction you can see me as a secret mission { tiktok }

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SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE'S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

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Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens (mostly in regards to his relationship with Isaac) = Oh, to see without my eyes. The first time that you kissed me/ Boundless by the time I cried /I built your walls around me/White noise, what an awful sound/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me /Oh, will wonders ever cease?/Blessed be the mystery of love/Lord, I no longer believe/Cursed by the love that I received/ Now my riverbed has dried. Shall I find no other?/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me. I'm running like a plover. /Now I'm prone to misery./ The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me./ How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder/And what difference does it make when this love is over?/ Hold your hands upon my head 'til I breathe my last breath/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me, the last time that you touched me.

The Logical Song - Supertramp = When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful/A miracle, oh, it was beautiful, magical/But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh, responsible, practical. /Then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable. Oh, clinical, oh, intellectual, cynical/ There are times when all the world's asleep the questions run too deep for such a simple man/ Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned?/I know it sounds absurd/Please tell me who I am/I said, now, watch what you say, they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, oh, fanatical, criminal./ Oh, won't you sign up your name? We'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, oh, presentable, a vegetable.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical = Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune/ For merely dreaming we were snow/A siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise, and only she can make it right so things are different tonight./ We'll go together in flight. /It's now and never, a reverie endeavor awaits somnambulant directives to take the helm./Believe me, darling the stars were made for falling like melting obelisks as tall as another realm./Un ensemble d'enfants, la galaxie s'étend jardin de l'imagination./ Combler la lacune, voler face à la Lune vois comme nous évoluons./ It feels like flying, dut maybe we're dying./ A cosmic confluence of pyramids hologrammed./ Children born of one emotion our devotion's deepest ocean no division reasoned we'll be free./ To know we are beyond a bow, and lo, the hues arrange to show it's perfectly clear. / Pure delights surround us as we sail. / Now that existence is on the wake let's see what we can make. /We will be atoning at last eternal through the past above a blinding star. / One light higher than the sun, invisible to some. Until it's time.

Father - The Front Bottoms = I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help./ And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him then it ever did protecting myself. /And I believe that, yeah, Dad, maybe no one is perfect, but I believe that you were pushing your luck/ It just sucks it played out like this, a terrible movie and you can tell none of the actors even give a fuck. /Can I sleep in your bed?/ And when I crawl out in the morning can I stay inside your head?/ 'Cause you were high school, and I was just more like real life./ But I was just more like his wife/ I'll do the push-ups, I'll wear the makeup/I'll do whatever he wants all night. /And I am leaving as soon as I come/As soon as I come, you will probably forget my name/I hope I fall asleep at the wheel and crash my car on the ride home. Or I could just stay here.

Broken Crown - Mumford and Sons = Well, touch my mouth and hold my tongue/ I'll never be your chosen one/ The pull on my flesh was just too strong, stifled the choice and the air in my lungs. /Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie. /'Cause when I open my body I breathe in a lie./And I will not speak of your sins/ The mirror shows not/Your values are all shot/But oh, my heart was flawed/ I knew my weakness/ So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness./So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down/I'll never wear your broken crown/ I took the road and I fucked it all away/Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?/I can take the road and I can fuck it all away, but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate.

Magnum Bullets - Night Runner = A dark and moonless night has never felt so right. /An empty mirror only shows what's left inside/ The neon beckons me beyond its ghostly light/ No longer I pretend the staircase I descend will lead me anywhere but my unscripted end./My heart and hands collide/The gun lays at my side/Too late to turn back, only fate's left to decide/ Back up the stairs again, I am a different man. /A broken mirror only shows as best it can/Running in shoes that shine with blood that isn't mine./A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived/No longer I defend the choices I pretend could make amends that heal the loss of precious time/My conscience paralyzed against the rising tide of haunting memories that drown a wasted life.

Let the River In - Radical Face = I closed my eyes and saw my father's sins/They covered me like a second skin/I peeled them off and sure I bled a bit/And now I'm free to sink my own damn ship/I cut the branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the middle of the living room/Now the house is just ash this time, sink or swim/Let the river in if blood is thicker than water/We might drift away, but we've got thick skin.

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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 21

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

“Don't look so disappointed, my Dread Executioner. This plan will provide you all the bloodshed you crave, I promise.” Gortash led him to sit down at one of the work benches. “You see, when you showed me your tyrant statue, particularly the crown you designed, it made me think of an artifact I heard about when I was growing up. The man I was...apprenticed...to was obsessed with it. I'll explain it in more detail later, but rest assured, as you told me I am your muse, you've quickly become mine as well.”

Sentry looked up curiously. He wasn't sure he'd ever inspired anything, well, other than fear and silly rumors with his yet unsolved years long murder spree. It felt good, he felt powerful, like he had influence, and more than that, influence over a chosen of Bane. Like puppeting a puppeteer. A smile formed, growing into a toothy grin. “And you say this plan will provide me with plenty of victims...parts...materials?”

“More than you could utilize in a life time.” Gortash sat beside him, reaching for a pen and ink. “Now...shall we?”

Sentry began to fish around in his satchel for the book he'd referenced only to find that Enver had already placed a well read copy on the work table next to the spare parchment. “Hey, you said you only read that in passing.”

“Did I?” He smiled teasingly. “Perhaps compared to some of the other ones, but I must admit, these copper dreadfuls were a comfort while I was growing up.”

Sentry nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Did you read the one about the artificer who creates life from a corpse? I think that one would really speak to you.”

“I did, and you're not wrong.” He nodded, opening the well worn book and beginning to thumb through the pages.

The two sat deep in discussion about what they could learn from the code the killer in the book used and how best to adapt it to their own uses. Hours passed as the discussion shifted between business and their favorite copper dreadful plots. Sentry barely noticed his tail flicking back and forth like an excited dog as the enthusiastic discussion continued well into the early hours of the morning.

Yawning and stretching, The Executioner realized he should probably head home and make sure Fel had properly reanimated as well as deal with the earful he was sure to get from Gabraela for sending him back in the first place (Though really, he had been very clear on the topic of breeding and his thoughts on it.)

“You're sure you won't rest here? You could sleep in my bed while I work.” Gortash offered as he and Sentry climbed the stairs back to the locked room together.

“What, work? You need to sleep too. There is no way you got any kind of rest yesterday before I got here. You're human, your body needs sleep.” The tiefling folded his arms across his chest.

“I do quite well without it most days.” The Tyrant replied dismissively.

Sentry rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, I can tell. You look so well rested all the time.” the sarcasm dripped from his voice.

“At any rate, there should be a gift for you waiting at your temple. The messenger I sent claimed to know the way. Just a little token of affection.” Enver changed the subject as the two reached the window.

Sentry grinned. “Well, I do enjoy gifts. Great change of subject, really.” And he leaned in for a kiss, nipping at his partner's lips affectionately for just a little taste before turning to begin his climb down.

When Sentry arrived home, he found the path to the temple splattered with more blood than usual. Three corpses wearing armor with a serpent emblem were strewn about the path in varying degrees of having been chewed and eaten. A smile crossed his lips, this was certainly a good start to a thoughtful courtship gift.

His expression changed to a gleeful smile that lit up his scarred face when he crossed the threshold to see that Tomi was setting plates of meat down before three large healthy looking gnolls at one of the tables in the common area. The creatures' snouts and claws were matted with blood and they chittered and made those delightful giggling sounds as they sniffed at the offering.

“Oh, welcome back brother dear! I heard a commotion outside the temple and found these darling creatures wandering outside. There was a note on one of those Zhentarim courier corpses and it seems these beauties are to be your new friends.” She explained with a knowing smile. “You must teach me your seduction techniques if this is the kind of gift your plaything gives you.”

“Plaything...yeah...” Sentry managed, walking slowly down to the table and looking over the creatures. “Oh hello, aren't you all so beautiful?” The colors of their fur, the spots where it was falling out. The perfect inspiration to add color to his latest work.

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MM Michelangelo - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

Its ya boi! Mikey uwu I admit I do love him just as much as I do any other Mikey's I dunno it is nice to see him not just reduced to baby but he is still very baby ;3; like telling Splinter he loves them and going "kisses" just nice as someone who grows tried of how often Mikey can be flanderized or infantilized giving him a slight more maturness was just a nice change of pace. I wish we got a bit more but as i mentioned before I understand for the story and time why we didn't we'er gonna get more so I look forward to more Mikey soon.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"It me Micheal Angelo!" Untill I know for sure what they do for a last name i'm sticking with the joke I won't change my tags of course but ya know XD. In a lot of the promo art they show Mikey's name with a star over the I even when capital and it's cute i'm keeping it. It shows off Mikey's more child like and playful nature. Due ti the size, spacing and slant in his hand writing Mikey is a people pleaser and likes to avoid confrontation. Which we do see when it comes to them meeting the other mutants and even being against their plan Mikey agreed they can't let them do it but he still felt bad for having to be against them. Even among his brothers Mikey sort shows this peace keep mentality even among his brothers though he isn't above getting upset with leo for snitching on them. Because he may show these traits he isn't going to back down when it comes to defending himself, his words or others when he feels the need todo so. If there is a need of course. Mikey dose show he dose in fact over think here and there mostly when it comes to the situation him and his brothers are in.

Day dreamer he is he liked to think about if they weren't shunned from society they could be like humans their age. But that coming from having to remove that fact hes a mutant from his mind before he can indulge in the idea. Mikey also is someone that once he commit and puts his mind to something his ambition will carry him far.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"I've been a few places in New York? but that's about it really."

Mikey and his brothers haven't gone to a lot of places yet, mostly moving across New York and I wouldn't be too surprised if it's not even all that much of the city it's self likely the most travel happening when they go after the big crime families of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"I mean never really been? I'm a turtle so I dunno I bet that gives me an advantage maybe."

Mikey may live in a sewer and be a mutant turtle but I don't think he adapt to nature too well not like the hard core camping where you sleep on the ground. And such maybe be fine with a tent at least but he likely perfer some comfort of not being in the woods like able to be on his phone. But He might be fine with out it if really had to go with out the device hes still a someone who grew up with tech so there will be a miss for it.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"hmm Pizza yeah the pizza for sure." I feel Mikey first memory was when Splinter first got them that Pizza uwu, it was the most beautiful thing the turtle ever laid his eyes on. This must be what love is. Okay there some over hyping but come on it's a Mikey Pizza may be the food of all the turtles but we know who loves it the most out of the four of them. It was also something new. And something so very common and normal for humans to enjoy just something Mikey wished he could do walk into a pizza place and get a slice. So mundane to most but for someone who can't do that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"Pizza of course." Feel Like I put too much in the memory forgetting this question is also here haha but yeah it's pizza for Mikey of course. Even when him and brothers were busy with their take down of Super fly plan he did go for the Pizza Splinter got for them. I feel it's a comfort food for Mikey, something Splinter would try and get for his boys when ever he could. Just this nice little treat that helped to brighten up his and his brothers days. Sure they can go out at night and such but somethings it get to him feel like he and his family were punished for simply existing (the scene with him gazing out from the sewer grid with the bars shadows over him ffffff hurts!)

But Splinter would get his hands on a fresh hot pizza and try and make it special for them so now mikey can't help but feel comfort around a good piece ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Nah I listen just about anything, even if I can't sign BTS songs for Donnie." Mikey likes rap and hiphop mostly stated off what sounds from the soundtrack I feel Mikey would be a fan off. He doesn't like old school music as well so he dips into the 90's era of music as well. Due to their life style sure they can be caught up on what new known but they were able to get their hand son the older stuff first.

Which helped to cement what kind of sounds and such that Mikey finds him self more drawn towards. Mikey just likes a good song he vibe with. Music is something he more turns to depending on his moods. If he feeling sad he dose like to listen to sad music and so on. He feels its a very good way for him to go through how he is feeling. Sometimes others words help him connect to his how emotions.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Well I mean I try not to think about much or I just get bummed out ya know?"

Lets be honest the turtles past? Sucks. It sad when you really look at these boys who just wants something so mundane as being able to go to school that getting to walk into a school excites them? They in a sense have freedom humans don't but they want this basic thing that many would moan and groan over. They were exited just to see a school hallway to mess around and sign up for an improve class even. Mikey rather focus on the future they have over wanting to look back. Course that doesn't mean the good times that part he dose think back on.

Just him, his brothers and their father, like bath time just playing around as kids. Raph waking him and broths up due to his fear of the dark. Mikey finding glow stars and setting them up claiming it was for him but it was really for Raphael. Cause the guy would never own up to the fear. He doesn't like to reflect on the bad times when it comes to the past rather stick to what was good even if that wasn't enough to make him content in that life for long.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Nah I'm good about sleep"

Mikey and his family for sure lived a nocturnal life before having to readjust but I feel Mikey was always someone able to go to bed at a decent time and up early not too early of course, Mikey dose enjoy getting a good amount of hours in to sleep. But when the sun is out? He is also up just as bright and sunny as it. He aint the sunshine turtle for nothing after all. Mikey only struggles to sleep when he is excited about something he cant wait for the next day to come around that his body just is not tried at the time. Those are the only times he misses out on his sleep but true to who he is still manages to have energy to get him through the day.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"Ya know improve is very artistic." Mike's much more for performance art one could say as someone who always is thinking on his feet however though it makes sense that he dose take an intrest into improve being able to come up with things on the spot and working without any script or clue of what is going on? Yeah it fits very well with his mind set. He's quick to take note of his surroundings and working with what he has to execute plans like using donnies bo staff so make sense why improve appeals.

I feel in terms of a favorite person? Mikey really loves actors who can jump into improve like Robin Williams, loves catching SNL skits and other late night shows for this reason. He tries to bring in that same losse and easy going style to his own humor because he just finds it works best more so in stressful situations.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"No as much as Like Don's glue to his stuff but yeah i use a lot of it myself." Mikey for sure gets more use out of it once he starts to make friends. Like mostly in use of twitter, Instagram and Snap chat himself. Of course, Twitter is meant for following celebs and such but he also just posts nothing major or of value just a normal account where he chats with friends and mutals. Instagram is for sure where he posts photos of stuff he sees around the city or at home. Likes to take pictures of his family. Just small thing like hanging out with his brothers or stuff he thinks might be fun or funny to share.

He dose also use tiktok where I can see him having a platform for his improving skills I can see him being like Thomas Sanders where all his content is very light hearted aimed to just make you day better give you laugh even.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"I like people with good vibes mostly." Unlike 2012 mikey he's not one to deal with the whole jealously aspect of his brothers getting new friends if anything he really wants them to do well oh he will still tease them on their crushes of course and call them out for being dorks. But he full on supportive younger brother here. If things go wrong? I feel hes the shoulder for his brothers to rest their heads on. And unlike 03 mikey I feel he's not as great about picking up on when someone might not be all that good to trust. Seeing how they all fall for Super flys charm after all, Even not able to pick up on the vibes from Mondo seeing how they clicked right away when they first met themselves. So it might not be abnormal for Mikey to have a few bad friendships in the near coming future simply because he is such a nice and friendly and welcoming person. Some people may take advantage of that but Mikey tends to let it roll of his back, in the open at least.

Mikey tries his best to stick to his easy going ways but somethings? it can be a bit to much even for him.

At school I feel Mikey is that kid who can mingle among all the groups and cliques. He just can vibe with a different mix of people he knows the theater kids, he knows jocks, the kid who go home everyday ect. He's pretty good about diffusing tension even usual making it to where everyone leave chilled and clam after.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"I'm in school now I dunno if I wanna pursue more though? I mean maybe an associates at least?"

As excited as Mikey is to start going to school he hasn't thought much pass a high school degree himself. Community college is likely the most he'll go with next maybe through a scholarship from the preforming arts section. If anything he might look to community theater to keep pursuing improve as an outlet. So that he can learn to sharpen that more.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I mean? I'm a turtle, my bros are turtles, my dad's a rat, we got even more animals in the family?" LOOOK MANY PREVIOUS MIKEYS HAD CATS! I like to think Mikey will also find his own cat ;3; likely more how 03 found Klunk or like how April found the cat that became Ice cream kitty in the 12 series. I think he would find an animal in need of home and decide their home is with them. Maybe something a little out there even or like a dog to match his energetic side?

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"Gifts can be hard, I mean it gotta fit them be something they want or could even need? show you thought about them even," I think Mikey being Mikey is pretty good at knowing a sort thought process to follow for gifts. I feel no matter what it is clear he had you in mind so the gift liekly is always well received Mikey very much is someone who puts thought into the gifts he gets no matter what that gift is though.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"I love them, and now? we have even more! Course Mondo is who i'm closest two guys vibe is real chill ya know?"

Mikey loves his family he really is all about them. He loves Splinter and everything he dose for them and tries to do for them. Like in part he can understand Splinter is just trying to protect them even if he can go a bit to far at times Mikey always knows its from a place of love. And well hes lucky to have a parent who loves him, his brothers even like that.

His brothers? He in the youngest and sometimes that can be a pain but he would change any of them given the chance. Of course, he still gonna be a little shit at times they are his siblings and well it just what you do to your brothers. He didn't make the rules but he follows them. He take advantage of his lil bro status loving to perch on Leo and Raph jumping up on them and such. He sometimes will do it a bit towards Donnie bout never fully throwing his weight their way. Mikey dose for sure see his brothers as his best friends they are the ones he can tell everything to. Even share those thoughts he doesn't find as pleasant. I feel he tends to go to each brother for different reasons however. Nothing against any of them just he feels he knows who would be the best to talk to about what ever is bugging him.

With his expanding family? He is closest to Mondo seeing them more like his own best friend. Mondo just gets him in a way many don't they even get into the same stupid antics together. So he can often be found skating in the tunnels with them or getting into some trouble with them. I do feel Mondo is a bit older than Mikey so he sometimes tries to take responsibility but pretty sure Mikey tends to have to step up the most when Splinter starts to scold them.

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Ⓐ your Alastor & your Vaggie about each other

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

"For real? Why? Just...why? Everyone knows what's the deal with us, we made it clear since the very start. This is..." Uncomfortable and embarrassing. "...unnecessary."

"What's the matter, my dear? It's just some harmless fun. What are you afraid of? Don't tell me you have secret opinions about me you don't want to share!"

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you? Well, you're going to be disappointed, because I do not."

"Shall we then? Ladies first, of course."

"....You're having way too much fun with this."

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I'm asexual || maybe || probably | | it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they're good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven't kissed

"...Not a word. And, for the right, I can objectively judge someone's looks without being interested in them in the slightly. And I can give credit where it's due. But don't get any idea, got it? It means nothing."

"I wasn't going to say anything, my dear. And now I certaintly won't, because you said everything for the both of us already. But it's my turn now, isn't it?"

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I'm asexual || maybe || probably | | it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don't like them || I don't trust them || they annoy me || they're weird || I'm indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they' re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I'm not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they're cool || they're genuine || I think we're going to get along || I really like them || I think I'm in love || oh fuck they're hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they're good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven't kissed

"That was....surprisingly not too nasty. Or creepy. I don't know what to say."

"I have manners, you know? Your lack of faith in me truly wounds me, my dear! Perhaps this can show you that you can take the risk and trust me a little more?"

"Yeah, suuuure...Nope. Don't let it go to your head now. That's so not gonna happen. Not now, not ever."

"Fair enough. I suppose time will tell which of us will be right in the end."

[abyssal-ali]

wwyditnfuo - 5: then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell

M | 1.6k | Ao3 | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | CW: Steph gets a little bloodthirsty, kidnapping, implied/mentioned torture/murder, relationship talk (ew), slight Tim bashing ig?

Chapter 4 ->

Steph glanced around the noisy, flashing-light-covered dance floor that was a front for Black Mask’s headquarters. She and Jason had agreed to arrive separately and meet up later, like they had the first time they’d met here.

Someone behind her brushed her arm, a slip of paper sliding into her sweaty palm.

“Meet me at the place we first met.”

She glanced up and around, spying the edge of Jason’s jacket disappearing around the doorway to the less legal part of the establishment.

~~~

“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Steph mumbled against Jason’s neck as they huddled in the dimly lit hallway.

“Not you two again,” scoffed Mask, coming up behind them with Li and two bodyguards.

“What can I say, you have such a welcoming atmosphere here,” shrugged Jason, dropping a smoke bomb at his feet.

Steph used the darkness to take out the bodyguards before they could call for help, leaving Li to Jason. He incapacitated her easily enough and turned to Mask, who had his handgun out, waiting for the smoke to finish clearing.

The lights in the deserted hallway flickered and went out, thanks to Jason’s hacker lieutenant outside.

With swift, precise movements, Jason disarmed Mask and jabbed a needle in his neck, pressing the plunger and knocking Mask out.

Steph high-fived him with glee. Giving him a quick peck on the lips, she danced down the hall to their exit point, keeping an eye out for reinforcements. 

Mask was loaded into the back of the truck and driven to the warehouse Jason had specially prepared for him.

Having already decided she’d let Jason deal with Mask once they took him down, she headed back to his main warehouse to check with his lieutenants that the seizing and distribution of Mask’s assets was going smoothly. The business assassination she could deal with; the physical, not so much.

~~~

Jason peeked into her room, still smelling like his shower. 

“Hey, Jay.”

���Hey. You okay?”

“...yeah? I didn’t get a scratch on me; we’ve trained too much for that.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I meant emotionally and mentally. Any regrets about helping me, maybe, or some still-raw PTSD?”

She shook her head slowly. “I actually feel good. No qualms popping up. Maybe that should worry me, but right now I’m just relieved that we’ve actually done something about it. I’m glad you took point on it, because if it was up to me, I’d have just gone and stabbed him in the heart or something and wouldn’t have considered the vacuum his lack of presence would’ve opened up.”

“That’s why partners are good to have,” he mused. “May I hug you?”

She blinked, but nodded. “Sure. Are you okay?”

His arms wrapped around her, his large frame secure and comforting. “I’m fine. But just because you’re fine doesn’t mean you don’t want or need a hug.”

“Oh. That’s thoughtful of you.” She leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heart rate as she thought over their plans.

“Is he dead?”

“Not yet,” his voice was a nice rumble in her ear.

“Can I watch?”

“Of course.”

~~~

The door creaked open, letting the light cast long shadows of their figures across the cement floor.

Mask was tied up securely, his suit torn and bloodied, matching his body and creepy face. 

Steph had thought she would feel more…something…but all she felt was satisfaction and rage, mingled in equal parts.

“So this is what it’s like to be tied up by someone bigger and more powerful than you, hurting you for the pleasure of it,” she spat.

The eye that could open looked at her with a burning gaze.

“You probably don’t even remember me,” she crouched by his chair, staying a safe distance away. “You tortured me and laughed when I cried–just because you could. I don’t know and I don’t think I want to know how many people you have harmed like that, but I’m glad you get to experience being on the receiving end this time.”

Mask stayed quiet. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know if it was by choice or if Jason had done something.

“I’ve said my piece.” She said quietly to Jason, who offered her a hand. She took it.

Once she was standing again, she turned on her heel and spat at the cause of her nightmares. “Rot in hell.”

Standing a safe distance away, she watched as Jason’s bullet ended his life.

~~~

“Want another hug?” Jason knocked on her door again.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist and sniffing his neck. “Your soap smells good.”

“Thanks.”

They stood there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, revelling in the peace of the moment.

“Want pitas for supper?”

“Oooh, that sounds good. Yes, please.”

“Want to help me make them?”

Steph pulled away slightly to look up at him. “Me? In your kitchen?”

“I know, will wonders never cease,” he grinned, showing a bit of dimple. “As long as I’m there, you should be fine.”

“Okay,” she agreed, following him to the kitchen. He pulled out a bunch of spices, mixed them in a large bowl, and dumped ground beef in. “Have at it,” he gestured her to the bowl.

“Just…mix it together?”

“Yep! I’ll get you a plate and then all you have to do is squish the beef into rectangular patties and put them on it.”

She looked at the bowl dubiously but set to work while Jason puttered around at the counter behind her.

“So…about our partnership…” she started cautiously. “I guess it’s over now, since our goal has been achieved?”

“Looks that way,” Jason said cryptically, drizzling oil in a pan.

She sighed inaudibly, slapping the next patty into shape a little more forcefully than was required.

“You’re gonna be busy for a bit with taking care of Mask’s assets?”

“Probably. I’ve got Bill to take care of some of it; why?”

“Just wondering what you’ll be up to now.” She shaped the last patty slowly. “I’ve got the last exams for this semester next week and then I’ll be available again.”

“Mhm,” he replied, not listening as he sliced cucumbers with neat, quick motions. Of course he was a whiz with a knife in the kitchen as well as in the streets. “Good luck with that.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulled out plates and glasses and set up their usual spots on the island.

~~~

“You haven’t been trying to hint about that conversation we had at the beginning of our partnership, have you?” Jason stuffed the last bite in his mouth, chewing as he watched her carefully.

“I-uhm-what?”

“‘I wouldn’t be mad if we reconsidered it after our partnership dissolves,’ I believe were the words you used about our relationship.”

She glanced at her empty plate, suddenly wishing she hadn’t eaten her pita so fast. Ew, relationship talks. “I may have been wondering if you recalled it, yes.”

“Mhm. And you think the time has come for reconsidering?”

“...yes.”

“Could you tell me why you were reluctant about it in the first place? You had fewer reservations about a professional-slash-friendly relationship, but a romantic one tripped you up.”

“I don’t mix business and pleasure since my ill-fated farce of a relationship with Timothy Drake.”

“Harsh,” he said blandly.

“There was way too much of a power imbalance. We were too busy figuring out our lives and patrols to deal with a relationship, too. Plus, I was dealing with giving my baby up for adoption and all the baggage that came with having a teen pregnancy. It affected our working relationship, and we didn’t even have a proper talk about identities and all that. It was a disaster and ill-advised from the very beginning.”

“I see,” Jason said slowly. “That sounds like it was a difficult time.”

“It was. But at least I can use that as a benchmark to see how far I’ve grown, right?” She smiled sadly. “I just want to prove…to everyone, to myself…that I’ve matured past that girl and that I don’t make mistakes like that anymore.”

“Okay. Could you give me your reservations about having a romantic and working relationship, or just a romantic relationship with me?”

“That it won’t work out. We’ll drift apart as partners, in either sense. Troubles in one relationship will bleed into the other, and with a high-stakes job like vigilantism, we can’t afford squabbles that will distract us and quarrels that will leave us with blind spots and open antagonism, and then we’ll hurt each other because of our issues.”

“Valid reasons,” he agreed. “Can I tell you how I see it? Not pressuring you, just saying my point of view.”

She made a ‘go on’ gesture.

“I think that your relationship with Tim was your relationship with Tim. I’m not Tim, and you’re certainly not the girl you were at that time. We’re much more similar than you and Tim were (and I’m aware that being too similar can have its own challenges but that’s not the point right now). Our identities aren’t an issue and we already work well together as partners and get along just fine as friends. In my opinion, we’re basically dating but calling it friendship. The only thing that we aren’t doing as friends is sleeping in separate beds.”

Steph blinked. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“Every relationship will have some issues. But so far, we’ve resolved them rather maturely. They haven’t carried over to patrols. I think, if we gave us a chance, we could be great together. But if you think differently, I’ll accept that. For now.”

“You make good points,” Steph agreed, running her finger around the rim of her glass.

“I thought,” he agreed smugly.

“I just…need a bit more time. To get over my fear of relationships. To process everything.”

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he reached out and held her hand in his. “Whatever you decide.”

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