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yuujism · 4 years ago

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Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 1: Hate

chapter 2 →

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x reader x getou suguru

| WARNINGS: ⚠️ SPOILERS FOR HIDDEN INVENTORY ARC AND VOL. 0 IN THE MANGA ⚠️ explicit language, nsfw (next chapter will have tags), plot, too much writing, kinda modified so it can fit the story but nothing out of canon, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count it later

| A/N: so uhhh, i’m back i guess ??? this came to me after re reading the manga and kinda yearned for some angst between gojo and reader because they both loved suguru so much 😽 and i love suguru a lot too and i miss him dearly anyway !! please check the post before this one to know what will go on with my other series !! right now i’m taking my time to write :( anyway hope you enjoy!! i hope it’s not kinda half asses though sorry ):

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were both so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

Chapter 1: Hate.

You were in love.

To you, Getou Suguru was the bright moon in your dark sky.

Long and silky black hair, sly yet serious dark eyes and the soothing voice of reason, drowned your thoughts almost every day. He was really in every thought and dream you could have and you didn’t mind.

He always looked at you with a sweet smile adorning his features, raising his hand and waving it at you whenever you walked into the room. The sound of your name slipping through his lips made you realise you did like your name, but only when it came from him. The faint touch of his hand on your shoulder that sent shivers down your spine, face heating up reflexively as he leaned down to your ear to say some silly joke about Yaga.

Even to this day, you could still feel the ghost of his breathing in your neck.

Getou Suguru made you feel welcomed, and you loved him for that. You deeply loved him.

You knew you weren’t the only one who had their heart squeeze with adoration whenever Suguru came into view. He was just better at hiding it, an expert in sweeping his emotions under a rug and masking them with a cocky smile. But not for your observant eyes.

Gojo Satoru was also in love.

To Satoru, Getou Suguru was equal to him. The strongest sorcerers. He was also an annoyance.

Contrary ideals and constant bickering never failed to appear when these two were put together. They seemed so different: white and black; water and oil; the sun and the moon. Yet they always found themselves with each other.

Satoru hated the way Suguru could look through him so easily, calling him out on his bullshit whenever he was getting out of hand. Satoru didn’t mind as long as it was him and only him. The way they could almost read each other’s minds as if they were connected, only needing one look from the other to completely understand what were they thinking. The memory of Suguru still made Satoru’s stomach fill with butterflies, recalling the first time he saw his best friend through the eyes of a person in love.

Getou Suguru made Satoru feel everything he didn’t want to feel, and he became his one and only since the beginning.

You were both in love with Getou Suguru, but never admitted it. Not to him, not to each other, not to anybody. Everyone was oblivious to the way you indirectly fought against Satoru over the black haired sorcerer’s attention.

But then, it all came to an abrupt stop and everything shattered into a million pieces. It came as quickly as an unexpected projectile to both of your stomach’s guts.

“Getou Suguru is now to be executed on sight as a curse user.”

And you tried your best to stop the tears from coming and forget. Forget his sweet smile, his soothing voice, his touch and everything he made you feel. And Satoru did too. Because Getou Suguru was now a criminal. A murderer.

You wished it was all just a bad dream, that the charges against Suguru were just a complex plan from another terrorist group. Hope was something that you didn’t believe in and right now it looked like the sweetest of options. Ignorance is bliss after all.

Until Satoru came one day after an apparent encounter with Suguru thanks to Shoko’s aid. It was all true. You still remember the tremble in Satoru’s voice confirming every single event that was described in the announcement. His parents, the village, the hatred against humans. It was all real and, sadly, everything was clear now.

Getou Suguru was no longer the one you both knew and loved.

You also remember the discussion you had with Satoru after everyone left the room, asking him why he didn’t stop him, why he didn’t do anything to bring Suguru back to the school just like everyone expected him to.

“Would you have been able to do it?!” His yelling made you jolt before you looked at him with regret as his cold blue eyes showed his true and raw emotions for once.

And you knew. You knew that question had a deeper meaning than it appeared. And you also knew Satoru was well aware of your own feelings towards Suguru when his eyes looked through all the barriers you built to hide the pain you were in. To hide your love and broken heart. You could almost see his own dispair deep within himself. It was just too much and you couldn’t help but look down at your own feet through your tears.

Turns out you weren’t the only one with observant eyes.

“No.”

After that day, you and Satoru never exchanged words that weren’t about the students or the missions you were given through those months. You also never talked about the not-so-hidden feelings you both had towards the sorcerer that was once your friend and acquaintance.

It didn’t get better either but, somehow, it wasn’t worse than those days.

The memories of his smile still haunted you and your heart still felt as broken as that damned day. But at least you hadn’t heard of him for a long time. None of you had.

Satoru seemed to had forgotten completely. Or that was what he wanted to show. You knew he was as broken—or even more—than you were. How could he deem himself the strongest when he couldn’t save his one true friend and love after all. However, Satoru was sperfect at everything, even hiding the pain.

And everything did look better for you and Satoru in the path of forgetting Suguru. And, just like last time, destiny just couldn’t leave you alone.

Getou Suguru was back.

The way your body petrified under his gaze when he was finally in front of you after a long time was pathetic. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, mouth slightly parted in an attempt to call him out for the first time in what felt forever. Was it fear? Was it shock? You didn’t know.

What you did know is he was the same Suguru but different. His smile wasn’t sweet anymore and his hair was longer. But the way he said your name still made your heart flutter in adoration and yearning for him.

No. No, this can’t be.

No, no, no. Getou Suguru was a criminal. A curse user. You had to stop him. You had to do something, anything!

Move.

Flashes of Suguru’s touch came into your mind as he walked towards you, calmly and confident as you stood there, a trembling hand trying to make its way to fight. Suguru didn’t stop.

Move.

Satoru’s words during your discussion resonated in your mind over and over again. Are you able to stop him? To risk it all and kill him if needed? Your hand stopped.

Move!

But you couldn’t. Not when he placed his hand on your shoulder, thanking you for not putting up a fight. Not when he walked past you, his familiar scent filling your nostrils for a brief second. And certainly not when he spoke from behind you, telling you how much he’d missed you.

You almost felt like laughing. You were truly pathetic.

Pathetic for not forgetting him. For thinking that, maybe after all this time, you would’ve been able to stop Suguru if the chance presented in front of your eyes. Unlike Satoru who couldn’t do it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You crumbled down to your knees, hands holding your aching head as tears filled your eyes and memories of Suguru came to your mind. You weren’t strong at all. You could hear the rumbling far from your spot now, announcing the start of a fight.

Time passed, slow or fast, you didn’t know. But the tingling sensation of Suguru’s touch on your shoulder lingered until everything was silent once again.

It wasn’t until Satoru was next to you, that you finally got out of your stance of shock, looking up at him and his bandage-covered face. His demeanour was different once again, even if you couldn’t see his eyes, you could sense something was off, something happened just like that day.

Satoru didn’t even make the effort to face you as you stood up, still slightly shaking for the past event. He couldn’t. He didn’t know how to break the news for you because, once again, he couldn’t save Suguru. And this time, forever. His heart felt heavier than ever, his hands clenched into fists as he tried his best not to show how he was also shaking.

God, how Satoru wished that everything was different.

When you finally came to his senses, Satoru finally faced you, a small smile appearing in his face. His mask, you thought. His mask was crumbling in front of your eyes and he still tried to hide it. How cynical. Your eye twitched with annoyance as you saw right through him.

“Let’s go! The higher ups are wa—“

“He’s dead.” You cut him off and Satoru’s smile dropped, staring at you.

It wasn’t a question nor did you hesitate when those words came out of your mouth. You didn’t need him to confirm your statement as he once again faced away and the sound of the wind filled your ears.

Satoru could almost hear the sound of both of your hearts breaking even more, this time, until dust was the only thing remaining.

You didn’t have any more tears to cry as you grew tired of Satoru’s silence, taking it as the answer you weren’t even expecting before walking in front of him towards your next destination, leaving him behind. You disliked him more than ever right now.

Satoru limited himself to stare at your figure getting further away, jaw clenching with anger. Anger directed at you and himself. How could you look right through him? Did you even care about Suguru’s death as much as he cared? Did you even love him as much as he loved him?

That day, Satoru decided he hated you.

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lvlyhao · 4 years ago

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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he’s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias”

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3

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elysianightsss · 4 years ago

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It’s Just Business - one

Werewolf Steve Rodgers x reader series

Warnings for the series: fluffness, Bucky and Sam bickering like five year olds, smutty smut, bad language.

Part two

“Buck, I can feel her here.” Steve spoke, his figure frozen as his wolf tried clawing his way out. Fighting to find it’s mate.

“The only people here are the servants.” His beta replied patting his shoulder. “She’ll reveal herself soon enough.”

“Dinner is served.” An old man dressed in a penguin suit said poshly dragging out each syllable. Everyone gathered around the table taking their seats.

The woman of the house whispered something to the older looking maid, though to everyone else except her husband, they all heard it as though she shouted it.

“Get my daughter down here.” The maid scurried off and the woman plastered a fake smile upon her face. A few moments of waiting later, a sweet scent of vanilla, old books and rain filled Steve’s nostrils.

I walked into the dining room my hair swaying behind me, my outfit was too revealing for my mother’s taste, I could see it in her eyes when I walked in, but I suppose that’s why I wore it. Just to see her pissed off expression, it gave me a giddy feeling inside. Flashing a smile to the participants of tonight’s show. I couldn’t wait to see how my parent’s had planned to brag today.

“I apologise for being late.” I spoke clearly, sitting down at the end of the table, opposite to my father who gave me a small nod. I returned the gesture. Food was placed in front of me and my stomach lurched at the fancy pancy sustenance.

“Would so kill for a burger.” I grumbled quietly, but a muffled snort had me looking at a brunette. He wore his hair in a low man bun, his blue eyes deep. His black shirt suited the dark demeanour he held. Blinking away from our locked gazes, I tuned into the shrill sound of my mother’s voice as she conversed with their wonderful benefactors.

That’s who this meal was for. My father, the Mayor, had only a small handful of people he trusted his affairs to. The three people sat at this dining table were some of them. They gave my father his protection against politisions that might try and weave their way into his office. The three men lead an organisation that I wanted to stay far away from, one that snuck inside other organisations and gained power from knowing their secrets.

The other two groups of people gave my father his money and his immunity to do whatever he wanted to people and get away with it. It wasn’t that my father was a bad man, he had just done certain things to get where he was now. Certain things that gave him his status as Mayor, that gave him his money, that gave him all the secrets that filled his pockets.

My parent’s invite their benefactors over for dinner frequently but I always avoided them, with the excuse of studying or extra curricular activities. However this one I couldn’t get out of, I didn’t think of an excuse quick enough. Was too tired that day and now I had to munch on leafy soup instead of my usual burger and fries from my favourite diner.

I took the chance to look around at the other two men. One was a man who I’d actually met before, once at my Father’s office. His name was Sam, he was kind and funny. Made the meeting we had to sit through bearable with his jokes and the gift of sharing my sarcastic language. His dark purple shirt made him look some what posh, though the bored look in his eyes could of made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

The third man was absolutely gorgeous. He was the kind of man I wanted. All rugged and lumberjack like. His dirty blonde hair slightly overgrown, but not enough to be able to tie it back like the brunette. His beard had me clenching my legs together at the thought of beard burn on my thighs. Damn. How can someone be so hot? I didn’t know it was physically possible for a shirt to stretch that much. The dark blue material was clinging to his body for dear life, trying desperately not to break as he moved his arm up and down gulping down the green soup.

It seemed he was trying to eat it quickly, almost getting it over and done with. Better than having to endure the rath of my mother for refusing her ‘finest’ chef’s qu’usine. He seemed to noticed me staring at him but ignored it. His eyes were blue, they reminded me of the ocean. There was something reassuring about it.

“Miss Alexandra,” I looked to my left to see Martha my personal maid, “there’s a very important call for you.” She could hardly contain her excitement, too loud that everyone heard what she said. I glanced towards my mother who nodded, instantly I was out of my seat practically jogging to answer the phone.

“Hello?” I spoke, cringing at the eagerness in my tone.

“Miss. Culling?”

“Yes this is she.”

“This is Townsend University calling about your application for a scholarship. We wanted to let you know personally that we are declining your application. We’re very sorry.” The woman sounded as if she could care less.

“Can I ask the reason why?” My lip quivered making me bite down on it hard.

“You simply have too much money Miss. Culling. I’m sure your parents can help you in securing a place here. Other than that we have no other way to help you, I apologise. Have a good evening.” She hung up after spouting her bitter train of thought.

My breath came out shaky matching my unsteady hand as I placed the phone down. Covering my mouth to stop any sobs from escaping.

“Oh my dear.” Martha wrapped her arms around my shoulders stroking a wrinkled hand through my straightened hair. “Maybe you should call your brother. Not the silly whipper snapper but the golden troublemaker.” She chuckled at the thought of the boys she basically raised. She was right.

“Little sister to what do I owe the honour?”

“Townsend University rejected me.” I fought the tears that wanted nothing more but to ruin the mascara I’d put on earlier this evening.

“Oh Alexandra. I’m so sorry. Did they say why?”

“Our parent’s money. Same as the others. How did you do it Bash?” My foot tapped against the hard wood floor waiting impatiently for some kind of way to fix my problem.

“Back when I was completing mother and father’s task, colleges only cared about having someone of title on their campus to get a higher status. Now all they care about is money.” He scoffed.

“I don’t have any other options left. Bash what do I do?” I begged him to tell me.

“Why don’t you come here for a few days? You can relax while I think of a plan. Get you out of that retched house.” I heard him flipping through a book and I knew it was his calendar.

“Are you sure Lara won’t mind?” I inquired after his pregnant wife.

“Never she adores you, you know that. Just get through the evening little sister and I’ll have a car come pick you up.” He hummed through the phone.

“Thankyou brother.” I hung up and took a series of deep breaths. I sighed making my way back inside the room.

“Who was it my dear?” Mother asked with a slight glare that if anyone else saw it, they’d assume it was motherly concern. I was not anyone else.

“Bash called.” I replied sitting down next to the lumberjack who’s eyes burned a whole in my head.

“Oh our eldest son, he is a delight.” My mother chirped.

“Isn’t he just.” I quipped under my breath. I loved my brother dearly but I couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of the affection he gained from both my parents when I had none.

“I’m staying there for a few days before finals start.” I smiled at her. She seemed to think it over for a moment before glancing at my father.

“I think it’s a good idea.” He shrugged and went back to whatever they were talking about before I came back in.

Soon dinner was over, it took far too long for my liking. My father and his benefactors retired to his office for a while. My mother on the phone to one of her stupid friends bitching about something I didn’t care to listen to. I just wanted this evening to be over.

“Miss, your father would like a word.” Omg did he know already? Did he find out I had failed? No! He couldn’t! He promised to stay out of it until the end of the year. Wiping my sweating hands on my jumpsuit, I knocked on the office door and went in.

My Father’s office wasn’t too big or too small. The double doors I stepped through were made from a dark wood like everything else. There were books covering every inch of the right wall and a window on the left one. In the middle was a big desk my stoic parent sat at. The three men scattered around the room. The brunette sat at the windowsill. The blonde stood leaning against the bookshelf. And Sam sat in the left of the two chairs sitting opposite my fathers desk. I took the right and waited expectantly.

“You’re going to stay with Steve here until the end of summer.” He gestured to the blonde from earlier. Steve Rodgers. That was it? That’s all my father had to stay.

“Why?” I wouldn’t usually question my father but something in me pushed to ask. I had a right to know.

“I said you’d be sent somewhere this year for your survival skills and this is it. Anything could happen at any moment. You could be kidnapped or this very house could be held hostage. I have be sure I’m not worrying about you in case that happens. I need to know that I can focus of the business side of it not emotion.” He grunted. As if he had any emotions at all.

“The end of summer...starting when?” My nails dug into my palms, I started to feel so angry. I was eighteen years old for Christ sake and he was sending me away like he did when I was a child to summer camps so he didn’t have to deal with me.

“After you come back from your brother‘s house.” Suddenly I never wanted to come back from Bash’s house.

“But that’s eight months.” I sputtered, this was ridiculous. He was sending me away for almost a year give or take a few months.

“You dare question me in my own home?” He leaned forward on his desk glaring me down. I had glared back before and had faced the consequences. Not this time.

“No father. I’ll start packing the second I’m home.” I lowered my head.

“Good. Now get out.” I didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the door closed behind me I ran to my room pulling a bag out from my closet, packing what I’d need for a few days away and leaving without a goodbye. The car was already waiting for me just as Bash had promised.

“Thank. You. Bash.” I grinned getting inside the black car and telling the driver to step on it. Thoughts plagued my mind while I gazed out the window at the big trees.

Why was I being sent away? Why so long? Why didn’t my parents love me enough to want me to stay? Was it my fathers idea? How the fuck was I going to make a plan to complete my parent’s task if I’m up in the forest? Was it the forest or mountains? Or both?

But the question I didn’t expect my mind to conjure up left me slapping my hand against my head to pushed it away.

Was I going to enjoy living with the big sexy lumberjack called Steve?

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x y/n #werewolf #wolf pack #Alpha #Beta #werewolf x human #bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #marvel

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ichorizaki · 4 years ago

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candle light | k.s.

#PAIRING. kita shinsuke x gn!reader #GENRE. fluff #WORDCOUNT. 1.5k #SYNOPSIS. you have an early christmas dinner with your boyfriend and some of his team members.

✎ author's note is at the bottom of the piece.

Having an early Christmas dinner with some of the members of Inarizaki’s volleyball club was as chaotic as you had expected it to be. The Miya twins were fighting over the remote control on the couch, bickering about which movie to play. Kita, Aran and yourself were busy in the kitchen heating up the food that everyone had brought along with them. Suna was egging on the twins, with Akagi and Ginjima laughing as they watched from the sidelines. Everyone on the team was so busy with their own families in preparation for the merry season so it was a surprise that there was a handful that turned up, anyway. Aran was the host that year like all the years before, seeing how his parents were busy even two weeks before Christmas. Now for him and the twins, it had become some sort of tradition among the three of them.

“Akagi, if I have to hear ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ one more time, I’m gonna lose it, I tell ya!” Atsumu yelled from the couch. You heard some more bickering between the four of them in the living room and you all but sighed heavily while checking the strength of the flame on the stove. They were an absolute handful, you knew that, but for some reason it just dawned upon you that their family members had to deal with that almost every day.

“I don’t care, I’m playing Mariah Carey,” Akagi drawled. The music got just a tad bit louder and you could only assume that he had increased the volume of the stereo in a childish attempt to spite the setter. Of course he would.

“Oi Tsumu, play The Nightmare Before Christmas, ya piece’a trash!” The grey-haired twin barked, battling once again for control over the remote. Atsumu was complaining about the alleged poor taste of movies, claiming that he’s always had the better taste in movies and therefore should be the rightful bearer of the remote for the time being. “I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween, so suck it up!”

“What are they even fighting about?” A sigh left your lips, the question not directed to anybody in particular in the kitchen. Aran was mixing the tea while your boyfriend, Kita, stirred the soup broth that Suna had brought.

“Lord knows at this point.” While Kita’s words were but a mumble under his breath, you heard them clearly and it elicited a soft laugh from you. “Thanks for coming, by the way.” You turned to him, raising an eyebrow as you stirred the fried rice carefully to make sure that it’s heated up evenly for consumption.

“Kita, there’s no need to thank me. This is exactly what I need before I spend a week with my relatives.” Your eyes flit back to the pot, your grip on the handle tightening.

“You need a headache before dealing with another headache?” Aran appeared to your side and you elbowed him gently. Silence befell the three of you before erupting into calm laughter. It’s a lovely dynamic that the three of you have, being dubbed the parental figures since the three of you are the most reliable out of everyone else on the team. “It all smells great, I think we can start setting up the table now.”

“I don’t trust the twins with the glassware,” Kita sighed. The taller male was quick to react to that with a short laugh. “Maybe get Ginjima, he looks like he’s a heartbeat away from selling his soul to Satan.”

While Kita busied himself with summoning a helping hand to set up the table, you began scooping the soup into a shared serving bowl as Aran worked on delivering the main dishes to the table. Commotion and clamouring of excitement blurred with the cavalier brashness of the twins’ language as everyone began to take their seats. Only when you were done did you finally join everyone else, seated right in between Aran and Kita as always.

“Thank you for the food!” The sheer volume of the boys were enough to shake even the liquids on the table, a force of habit from their on-court shenanigans and cheers as a team. If just this handful was enough to make you sit back and take a breather, you couldn’t imagine the entirety of the team. Everyone began digging in with Kita and Aran being the ones to help with the servings while you helped with pouring the iced tea into everyone’s glasses.

“Y/N, do you want some beef?” Your boyfriend was quick to attend to you as soon as he was done with his teammates and you muttered a thank you to Aran who served you some of the fried rice. Turning with the intention to look at what Kita was referring to, you were met with his earthen eyes that just seemed to soften every time he looked at you. A smile graced your features upon finally registering that he was referring to the stir-fried beef that Akagi’s mom had made him bring along to the dinner party.

“Sure, Kita.” He was careful in the way that he gave you a spoonful of the side dish, making sure that you were happy with the amount by looking at you and gauging your reactions. “Thank you, my love.” While his smiles were rare, they never were with you. Moments as such elicited the gentlest of a smile to blossom on his face. He leans forward to give you a quick peck on the cheek.

Dinner went as swimmingly as it could with the twins’ constant bickering over who gets the remaining share of which food. Sometimes Suna would be the perpetrator and steal from Osamu’s plate from where he had strategically sat down to his left while his twin was on his right. Even after that and it was time to clean the dishes, Ginjima was the one who had volunteered his hand to help out so you, Kita and Aran could catch a break. He had dragged Osamu along with him as well as Akagi and Suna so that the twins could catch a break from each even if it was just for a mere fifteen minutes.

You were cuddled up to Kita on the couch, his arm slung over your shoulders and your own hands playing with his free hand on your laps. You weren’t exactly paying much attention to what was being shown on the television and you were sure that neither was your boyfriend for his piercing gaze was on you the entire time. His attention was far on something nearer to him and it was you. Turning your gaze and attention onto him, he was already looking back at you with that shy smile of his.

“Hey, you,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face growing bigger by the second and you pressed your lips to his. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” He was chasing after your own lips for a second kiss but caught himself before he got lost in your everything. That was just the magic of you, always reeling him in with your beauty and that stunning smile of yours; everything about you was but a never-ending bliss that he felt privileged to be able to call you his.

“You’re just the best boyfriend in the world.” His smile only grew wider at your words that tasted sweeter than the honey his grandmother had harvested earlier that week back at the family farm.

“We should do this again sometime soon,” you suggested. He hummed in response, the calloused hand that was cradled by your own soft ones reaching up to brush the hair from your face.

“With the team?” He offered, and you playfully smacked his chest.

“Just us two, silly.” Kita’s gaze fell upon your face, wandering all over until he met your eyes once again.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll cook whatever you want.”

Thus with the promise of a dinner date sometime that week, you sidled up to him and got comfortable in your position on the couch. The ones who got dragged into cleaning the dishes were finally done and have hijacked the couch, jumping into the empty space and fighting for an optimal seat where they could see the television properly. Atsumu was unfortunately banished to the floor with Akagi, resorting to sitting on seat cushions while Aran decided on what movie to watch.

Even with the rowdiness of the volleyball players around you, you were completely at peace in your own little bubble at the far end of the couch with your boyfriend. In a way, he’s the only salvation left for you before you have to spend an entire week with your family, immediate relatives included. You wouldn’t have had it any other way. He may just be a candle light in your otherwise dull life, but he shone brighter than any star and sun in the universe and you couldn’t be more thankful to have such a wonderful man be yours.

꒰💌꒱ A LETTER FROM SOL!

HI TWIN @shxnosuke BAE BRO !!!! I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA !!!!!! bro do you have any idea how excited i was when i got your name bro ???? i was over the moon bro i love you so much bro. i hope i did kita justice for you bro, i love you bro. also thank you so much to my sweet baby nikki @lettrespromises for beta-ing it and reassuring me, i love you so much<3

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seanfalco · 4 years ago

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Double Trouble | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’Verse

a/n: The next installment of my collab with @super-unpredictable98 💚 featuring our girls: Win and Lydia. Follows The Aftermath. I know I said I was gunna post this on Sunday, but I wanted to post something today to cheer me up and I’m having such a fun time writing with Flor. 💖

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Language, Mild sexual content, Alcohol (nothing too intense)

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"Does she know about Barry?" Nathan whispered as he and Lydia arrived at the Community Centre.

"She knows everything," Lyddie laughed.

"Everything?"

"Well, almost everything... Calm down, it's gonna be alright." Lydia sat down and took a deep breath. She was just as nervous, but didn't want to show it.

Nathan hadn’t let go of Win’s hand the entire time as they walked to the Community Centre and she could feel his nerves radiating off him in waves, only serving to make her more anxious too. When they turned the corner however and Lydia and the other Nathan came into view he nearly stopped in his tracks.

“Holy shit, you weren’t jokin’. He looks exactly like me.”

“I told you,” Win hissed, giving his arm a gentle tug to get him moving again until they were standing face to face with the other couple.

Lydia's heart lept in her chest. Two Nathans... Yeah that was hot, but two Nathans and Win? That was a dream come true.

"Hey there!" Lyddie tried not to sound awkward, which was hard given the circumstances. "Nathan, this is Win. Win, this is Nathan, but I think you know that already."

"Jesus Christ..." Nathan mumbled, staring at his clone.

Win smiled hesitantly at Lydia while her Nathan’s mouth fell open. “I know we’re th’same an’ all, but I swear I’m slightly better lookin’,” he muttered with a twist of his lips before subtly eyeing Lydia.

“Nathan!” Win hissed, rolling her eyes.

"Better lookin'..." Nate scoffed. "How many girls traveled in time for you, huh?"

"Natty, I can't believe you're falling for your own wind-up," Lydia giggled as her cheeks flushed. Seemed like every Nathan had the same effect on her.

The other Nathan’s brows shot up at his comeback. “Yeah, well, how many girls have decided t’share your immortality with you and spend eternity t’gether?” he exclaimed, jabbing his finger in his look alike’s chest.

Win dragged her hand down her face before stepping between the two to split them up. “Can we stop with th’ dick measurin’, please?”

Her Nathan’s lips twisted. “Yeah well I bet mine’s bigger!”

“Nathan, what’re you doing?” she hissed, pulling him away a few paces. “This isn’t helping! You don’t have t’be jealous of him. He’s you!” she cried exasperatedly. “Now, behave,” she begged, giving him a pleading look.

Nathan’s smug grin dissipated as he looked at her. “‘m sorry, okay? I’ll... I’ll try.” Clearing his throat, he straightened and approached once more.

"Did you see the way that bastard was lookin' at'cha?" Nathan muttered angrily and Lydia rolled her eyes. "And you got all giggly for what?"

"Nats, stop being such a baby, of course he looked at me, he's you, and you’re attracted to me, so he must be as well. Just like you must be attracted to Win?"

"Well, she's cute, but he..."

"I love you, there's nothing to worry about," Lydia assured him as Win and her Nathan came back.

Nathan heaved an exasperated sigh, but thrust his hand out in front of the other Nathan, waiting for him to shake. “Guess I’ll play nice, for Win’s sake.”

"Oh really? 'Cause I was gonna..."

"Nathan!" Lydia cut him off, somehow knowing he was gonna try to keep bickering.

"Alright, but just because I love yeh." Nathan shook his clone's hand.

Win flashed Lyddie an apologetic smile, tucking her short hair behind her ear. For a moment she let her gaze linger before returning her attention to the two Nathans.

“Did you happen t’know about any of this?” Win’s Nathan was asking, giving Lydia a pointed look.

"Well, you see..." Lydia had to put a lot of effort into looking away from Win and her beautiful smile. "I found out recently. It might be my fault, but it might be Simon's, I don't really know."

Nathan still looked slightly confused but he shrugged. “Okay, I guess it doesn’t matter whose fault it is. But I was more talkin’ about, did yeh know about them,” he exclaimed pointing from Win to Lydia and back while raising his eyebrows pointedly.

"Well, yeah," Nathan smiled smugly. "Lyddie told me all about their little night out... Why? Ya didn't know?"

Nathan spluttered indignantly. “You’re tellin’ me you knew about it beforehand? And y’weren’t the least bit jealous? At all?” he demanded.

"Not beforehand, but... Y'know, I had a gut feelin'," he shrugged, surprised at the reaction. "I wasn't jealous as much as I was horny. Can you imagine these two?"

"Oh, God..." Lydia shook her head with a smile.

Win rolled her eyes, she could already see the differences in their two Nathans and she had to fight back a smirk. Her Nathan considered for a moment, looking between his girlfriend and Lydia appraisingly, as if imagining it for himself. “Okay, maybe y’have a point,” he admitted, a hint of a smile curling his lips.

"I'm glad you can see eye to eye on something, boys." Lydia raised one eyebrow, idly playing with her colorful hair. "Should we get a drink? Get to know each other better…?"

"Yeah, I wanna know about this sharin' your immortality thing, how does it work?" Nathan asked, seeming much more relaxed now.

“Sounds good t’me,” Win exclaimed, taking Nathan’s hand, while itching to reach out and take Lyddie’s in her other.

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“So, Win’s basically a leech,” Nathan was explaining to his twin, yelping in pain as Win jabbed her fist into his bicep.

“I hate it when y’call me that!” she growled, turning her attention to the other Nathan.

“What he means is, I can borrow anyone in close proximity’s power, if they have one. I used to have t’touch them for it to work, but it’s getting more powerful. Simon thinks eventually I might even be able to like project the powers I’ve shared to other people in a similar way.”

"I think he's right, Si knows about this king of thing... I think your power is awesome, you're arguably the most powerful one." Lyddie let her chin rest on her fists, a silly smile tugging at her lips as she watched Win.

"Careful there, Lollipop," her Nathan teased. "You're droolin' a bit."

"You twat," Lydia leaned back, her cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Win cleared her throat, flushing a little at Lydia’s praise, flashing her a smile. “I dunno, I don’t feel all that powerful, but if it lets me stay with Nathan, then I’d never get rid of it.”

"I wouldn't either. If I'm being honest, that's the main reason why I bought my self-healing... but I never mention it because Nathan's already cocky enough. Both of them." Lydia looked between the two clones with a sigh.

“You got that right,” Win murmured, shooting a fond glance at the Nathan sitting next to her. “You guys want another round of beers?” she asked, noticing how low their glasses were, jumping up before anyone could answer and heading to the bar.

"I'll help you," Lydia exclaimed, eagerly following Win to the bar, leaving the two Nathans alone. "This is going better than I expected," she mused, flashing Win a smile.

"Hey, y'know what we gotta do, right?" Lyddie's Nathan smirked mischievously, making sure the girls were gone.

Win’s Nathan cocked an eyebrow at him, having the strangest feeling he knew what this other him was going to say. “A little switcharoo?” he asked, a mirror image of the other Nathan‘s grin spreading across his face.

"Wow, it's like we're the same person." Lydia's Nathan nodded. "D'you think they’ll notice?"

Lydia caught the two boys talking out of the corner of her eye, but she was too busy watching Win leaning over the counter to worry about them.

“I’d sure hope they would,” Win’s Nathan laughed. “It’ll be a little test to see how well they really know us. But hands off th’goods, yeah!” he added after a second thought, pointing meaningfully at the other him. Not exactly fond of the idea of him touching his girlfriend just yet.

"Hey, you too!" Lyddie's Nathan replied, almost offended. "Besides, Lyds would notice right away if y'did anythin', you don't know the tricks..."

“Oh, she would, would she? Maybe I’m just a better lover than you. Besides, whatever tricks you have I have too,” Win’s Nathan retorted, but the two quickly switched places while the girl’s backs were turned. “Maybe she’d like it better.”

"I think I finally understand why people call me a twat so often," Lyddie's Nathan mused. "I'd like t'see you try, but it would be too pathetic."

Before Win’s Nathan could make a comeback the girls were heading back to their booth, drinks in hand. “What did you guys talk about while we were gone?” Win asked sliding into the bench next to Lyddie’s Nathan, who promptly slipped his arm around her waist, drawing a dirty look from the Nathan across from him.

"Yeah, I'm curious too." Lydia handed Win's Nathan his beer, staring at him with an expression her fiance knew very well, so aptly named ‘her horny face’.

Win's Nathan swallowed his anger and smiled, draping his arm defiantly around Lyddie's shoulder. "Is something wrong?" she asked, noticed the lingering silence that seemed to eat them alive.

“No! No, nothing’s wrong,” the Nathan with his arm around Lydia answered quickly, flashing her his most charming grin. “We were just talkin’ bout... guy stuff. Y’know?”

"Interesting," Lydia mused distractedly as she watched as Win's Nathan take a long drink, his adam's apple moving slowly with each swallow, something her Nathan quickly noticed, twisting his lips disdainfully.

"I love to talk about guy stuff," she murmured as she looked around the table, her gaze sweeping over the two Nathans and Win. She couldn't help but imagine them all spoiling her at the same time, or even better... punishing her. Moving closer to the Nathan by her side, she placed her legs on his lap and leaned her head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Win’s Nathan stiffened momentarily as he felt Lydia’s lips on him, his breath catching in his throat. This time it was Lydia’s Nathan’s turn to look sour, quickly turning in his seat to catch Win’s lips, surprising her with a rather heated kiss before directing a smug grin at the other Nathan while Win caught her breath.

“Not that I’m complaining,” she murmured, her hand still curled lightly in Lyddie’s Nathan’s shirt where it had wandered as he kissed her. “But what was that for?”

"Y'just look so sexy today, couldn't resist," Lydia's Nathan murmured in the pettiest way possible.

"Um... so, funny stor--" Lydia began awkwardly only to be cut off when Win's Nathan decided to retaliate, pulling Lydia close, trying to kiss her even more eagerly, his hand sliding down her back. She was already having the most unholy thoughts, so uninhibited, she kissed him back, one hand firmly squeezing his thigh.

Nathan couldn’t help but moan softly as her hand traveled upwards and the Nathan next to Win scowled. Not wanting to be outdone, he pulled Win closer as well, his tongue slipping between her parted lips as she clutched tighter at his shirt, nipping at his lip as she pulled back.

“Nathan, really, what are you doing?” she murmured, looking up at him. “What’s gotten into you?” At first she thought it was just more of the same competitiveness as earlier, each Nathan trying to outdo the other again.

"What? I thought we were all havin' fun." Lyddie's Nathan gave his look-alike a death glare.

"You two are so weird." Lydia didn’t wanna complain as the Nathan next to her started kissing her neck. In fact, she wanted to drag everyone home, but something felt off. "Are we really doing this in public, Nats?"

“Course, it just makes it more exciting doesn’t it?” he murmured against her skin.

“I dunno, this just feels like another competition,” Win mused, her breath hitching as Lyddie’s Nathan’s hand traveled to her hips, pressing her into the back of the booth.

Lyddie felt deep inside that something was wrong, but it was so hard to concentrate with Nathan fondling her and kissing her chest, however an idea came to her that could either fuck her over or solve the puzzle.

"Nats, why don't you tell Winnie about my little secret?" she asked, smiling coyly, while her fiance tried not to laugh, thinking 'good luck with that'.

The Nathan at her side lifted his face, panic filling him as he tried to think how to answer. "Which one, babe? You have so many," he exclaimed.

Damn it, he was right about that, Lydia thought. But he would know which one, right? "Y’know, that thing I don't let you say. You can say it, I trust everyone enough here," she pushed.

"Uhhh," Nathan hesitated and Win caught Lyddie's eye, understanding now what had felt off. Hadn't her Nathan been wearing a hoodie today? Not his flannel lined jacket.

"Now I'm interested," she mused, sitting up straighter and tilting her head as she fixed the Nathan across from her a curious look. "I wanna know Lyddie's little secret."

"Me too, man, I'm really curious!" Lyddie's Nathan flashed him a shit-eating grin, despite the fact they were about to both lose the game.

"So... why don't you spit it out?" Lydia twisted one of Win's Nathan's curls with her finger. "You did tell everyone back when we were in community service."

"I... I, pshhhh, that was so long ago, how d'you expect me t'remember that?" he blustered and Win narrowed her eyes at him.

"That's funny, you were talking about it just yesterday with me. Unless you hit your head really hard while we were gone, something isn't right here,” Lydia exclaimed, looking between the two guys.

"Hmmm, how about you, huh babe?" Win murmured, turning her eyes on the Nathan next to her, tracing her finger down the side of his face. "How about you tell Lyddie something about me that only you know?"

"You... you do that thing--" Lyddie's Nathan's grin disappeared, "--when you're feelin' a certain way, y'know, the thing."

Win tilted her head. Oh, it was quite obvious what was going on now, but she wanted to make them both sweat a little bit. "You'll hafta be a little more specific than that, Nathan baby," she purred, her finger falling from the side of his face to catch on the collar of his t-shirt, tugging it down. The way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed was exactly the reaction she was hoping for.

"Well, you... you... like t'eat food and..." Nathan sputtered helplessly. "Hey, man, what was that secret you were about t'tell us? I don't wanna interrupt or anythin'," he exclaimed suddenly, trying to divert their attention.

Win turned to Lydia and cocked an eyebrow before turning her gaze on both Nathans. "Did you two think you were being clever?"

“What do’you mean--?” Win’s Nathan spluttered.

"We just wanted t'do a little prank," Lyddie's Nathan answered, looking down.

"You might look the same, and you're both wankers, but everything else is different," Lydia laughed. "Not gonna lie, you had me for a second there..."

"What was it? My stellar snoggin' skills?" Win's Nathan asked, sparing a wink for his girlfriend.

"If you knew me at all you'd know that I like my neck kisses a little more aggressive than that... you cocky bastard." Lyddie wrinkled her nose, though a small grin curled her lips.

"HEY! You only call ME that!" Lyddie's Nathan snapped.

"So, now that we've all snogged each other... well, with the exception of th'two of you," Win muttered, gesturing to both Nathans, "which would be kinda weird, are we good? Like ice broken and all that?"

"I'd say so, yeah," Lyddie's Nathan replied, rolling his eyes.

"I think the ice is melted at this point alright,” Lydia mused, “I hope you didn't mind the hands, Natty... I can call you Natty, right?" Lydia flashed him a teasing smile.

Win's Nathan's brows rose at the nickname, his gaze flicking to Win for a moment who looked strangely sullen before he focused on Lydia. "Uhh, sure, I guess?"

Win frowned at the Nathan next to her, but didn't say anything, instead grabbing her glass and chugging her beer suddenly.

Lydia's attention immediately switched back to Win and she tilted her head, a cryptic look on her face.

"Jesus, remind me t'never challenge you to a drinkin' game," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, quirking an eyebrow at her, looking impressed.

"Yup," she countered, "I'd drink you under the table," she muttered, setting her glass down harder than she meant to. She wasn't sure why she was so suddenly upset. Maybe it had something to do with the strange feeling she had that Lyddie's Nathan didn't like her much… and it was unsettling to feel that while looking at the face she loved more than anything.

"Hey," Lydia said softly, trying to ignore how much it turned her on to see Win chug her beer like that when she noticed her discomfort. "I gotta fix my lipstick, do you wanna come, Winnie?"

“Huh?” Win looked up at Lydia, grateful for the distraction, though it was obvious the other woman wanted to get her alone, no doubt to ask her what was wrong. “Yeah, sure,” she replied, making to stand.

“Winnie?” The Nathan next to Lydia yelped. “You never let me call you that!” he whined petulantly, watching the girls walk away.

As soon as the two of them walked into the bathroom, Lydia locked the door and took a deep breath. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" she asked, taking Win's hands.

“It’s stupid,” Win muttered, turning her head.

"Oh, come on..." Lyddie pulled Win into her arms. "You can tell me, maybe I can help."

Lydia often considered herself the queen of overthinking, always fighting against her own awkwardness, it was odd to see Win like that.

“I don’t think your Nathan likes me very much. I could... feel it when he kissed me. Like there was nothing there, and it... I dunno, it’s fuckin’ with my head, Lyddie,” she muttered, sniffling softly.

"What do you mean, you didn't feel anything? I mean... I know he has the hots for you, he told me so." Lydia tucked Win's hair behind her ear.

Win rolled her eyes, but leaned into Lyddie’s touch. “Yeah, but it’s... I dunno, it’s not th’same is it? It didn’t feel like when I kiss you, or... my Nathan.” She sighed. “I told you it was stupid.”

"It felt off for me too, but it's nothing wrong with you or me, it's just so new and we're all getting used to it... it's not stupid," Lyddie insisted, kissing Win's forehead.

“You’re right, of course you’re right,” Win murmured, wrapping her arms around Lydia. “Thank you.”

"You can always talk to me,” Lydia exclaimed. “I'm not just here for the sex, even though it is some amazing sex..." she joked, pressing her forehead to Win's.

“Mmm,” Win hummed in agreement. “God, don’t get me thinking about that again or you’ll get me hot all over again,” she teased, brushing Lyddie’s hair from her face to tuck behind her ear as well. “How did I get so lucky to find you and Nathan?” she murmured, smiling softly.

"It serves you right for getting me all hot back there." Lydia grinned. "I think we're both just crazy lucky -- first, struck by lightning, then this."

“Wait, how did I turn you on back there?” Win exclaimed, pulling back slightly to look her in the eye.

"You know... the chugging, that's really sexy," Lydia admitted, blushing, looking down to avoid Win's eyes.

“Oh! Well, that’s certainly good t’know,” Win teased, a grin tugging at her lips. “Maybe I should challenge the boys to a drinking contest,” she laughed, poking Lydia’s steadily darkening cheeks.

Before she could say more a heavy knock at the door was followed by a familiar voice and somehow Win just knew it was her Nathan. “Hey? You okay in there? Win? Lydia? Don’t tell me you’re shaggin’ in there!”

"Oh! Oh, Win, please! I'm almost there!" Lydia moaned mockingly as she headed to the door to unlock it. "By the way, that sounds like the best idea anyone has ever had," she murmured in response to Win’s suggestion.

Win laughed harder, mussing up her hair to make it look like they’d been fooling around a little, her eyes instantly seeking Nathan as soon as Lydia pulled the door open. “Well, it doesn’t smell like sex in here,” he pointed out as he leaned in the door way, his gaze running over Lydia before finding Win. “Has Win told you how much she likes doin’ it in public toilets?”

"No, she hasn't." Lydia turned to look at Win. It was only fair she got to know one of her secrets as well. "Glad to know," she mused before frowning dramatically. “We weren’t having sex, just heavily snogging.”

Nathan leaned in closer, frowning thoughtfully. “Then how come your lipstick‘s not all smudged, huh?”

Suddenly the second Nathan appeared behind the first. “What’s goin’ on in here?” he asked impatiently, his eyes seeking Lydia first.

“Startin’ to get little crowded in here, huh Lyds?” Win asked pointedly.

"I agree, it's getting crowded..." Lydia nodded.

"Wait! If you're gonna shag you promised t'let me watch!" Lyddie's Nathan protested.

"Shag? We're just... Talking about girl stuff," she winked at Win, taking her hand.

“Yeah, th’shaggin’ll happen later,” Win said with a wink as she passed, grabbing her Nathan’s hand as well.

As they left the pub, her Nathan pulled Lydia to the side, wrapping both arms around her waist. "What happened?" she asked, taking her by surprise. "Y'know, this wasn't as traumatic as I thought it was gonna be..."

"I'm glad you think so." Lydia huffed a laugh. "Y'like her, don'tcha?" she asked, nodding toward Win.

"I guess I do…” he replied, chewing his lip. “But be honest now, I'm a better kisser than her Nathan, right?"

Lydide didn't miss the shadow of insecurity in his voice. "He doesn't know what I like, but you do. We've been snogging for over a year, that's a lot of practice."

"Good," Nathan smirked. "As long as I'm better than him..."

As Lydia and her Nathan moved off to the side, Win leaned against the side of the pub, distractedly fishing a cigarette from her jacket pocket.

"Hey, you okay?" Nathan asked softly, trying to catch a glimpse of her downturned face.

"Yeah, 'm fine," she murmured without looking up. At her answer Nathan frowned, snatching the cigarette from her lips to get her attention and she huffed in annoyance, reaching for another one until Nathan stopped her.

"Win," he insisted and she sighed, deflating. "Are y'mad about the prank we played? Or, or th'kiss? Because I admit, I might've wanted t'get back at you a little," he confessed.

Win rolled her eyes, but she managed a smile. "So does that mean you like Lyddie?" she asked.

Nathan grinned as he slung his arm over her shoulder, leaning against her side. "Yeah, she's cute. Never thought I'd meet a girl as handsy as you," he teased.

"Though... that other Nathan," he mused with a twist of his lips, "I dunno how I feel about you snoggin' him."

Win shrugged, looking up at him. "Yeah, well, if it's any consolation, I like kissing you more."

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly verse #oc stuff #collaboration

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buggachat · 5 years ago

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A Love Letter to LadyNoir

I said I was going to write an essay about how great LadyNoir is, and I wasn’t lying.

DISCLAIMER I: All sides of the love square are wonderful! I love them all a lot, and this is in no way hate for any side. It’s kind of hard to say “this side is my favorite” without comparing it to the other sides at least a little, but the other sides are still amazing and I love them to bits too!!

DISCLAIMER II: Yes, Chat Noir is an ass to Ladybug when it comes to being rejected. This is absolutely true and I’m not going to defend that. Ladybug has every right to not want to be with Chat Noir, and him repeatedly asking her out and then openly moping about it when she says no, despite KNOWING she’ll say no, is very Bad. I’m not here to defend that. However, Ladybug and Chat Noir are 14, and Chat Noir is not only navigating love for the first time, but relationships in general as well. I’m not excusing it, and this is Definitely and Objectively a flaw of his, but it’s something he can (and I expect WILL) overcome and grow out of as he matures and realizes the error in his ways.

And after he grows out of it? Once Chat Noir matures and learns to be more respectful to Ladybug’s feelings? You know what’s left? The best ship ever, that’s what.

Here’s a list in no particular order about all the amazing things the LadyNoir side of the love square has to offer, and why it’s my favorite:

• Their aesthetic is literally picnics on top of the Eiffel Tower under the setting sun and racing each other across Paris’ rooftops.

• Do you like soulmate AUs? Because LadyNoir is basically a soulmate AU in and of itself. They are creation and destruction and the most obvious representation of the yin/yang part of the love square. They’re two halves of a whole. They balance each other out.

• Ladybug and Chat Noir actually argue with each other! This may sound like a bad thing, but... they’re the first side of the love square to get comfortable enough to tell each other when they’re upset with the other. I feel like that’s a pretty important thing. Adrichat is not yet secure enough with Marinette to argue with her, and Maribug is not yet secure enough with Adrien to argue with him. Ladybug and Chat Noir are so comfortable and secure in their dynamic with each other that they can be totally honest with each other when the other upsets them. basically, they can bicker like an old married couple and it’s beautiful

•They share a burden that literally nobody else in Paris has. The temporary heroes have gotten a taste of what it’s like, sure, but nobody but Ladybug and Chat Noir truly understand the lengths that they have to go through to keep their secrets, the frustration of having to slip away from friends/family to transform at a moment’s notice, etc...

Picture: Ladybug’s responsibilities start weighing her down, so she goes to confide in Chat Noir, the only other person who can at all understand what she’s going through. He holds her and reminds her of how amazing she is, tells her how much he believes in her, reassures her that he’ll always be there by her side no matter what, offers to take some of the burden off of her shoulders, and then ends it all with a silly joke that makes her laugh.

• Ladybug and Chat Noir sharing stories about their kwamis, horror stories about the worst-possible-times they had to transform, laughing about their worst excuses, etc. They have so much to bond over that is so specific to them.

• This may sound silly at first, but hear me out..... LadyNoir is the most honest side of the love square. Yes, they have the most secrets between them (they literally don’t even know each other’s names), but they also have the least amount of secrets. Does that make sense? Let me explain:

Ladybug is fully and completely aware that Chat Noir has a name and life that she doesn’t know about, and vice versa. They are completely aware that the other has secrets, and have openly consented to not knowing them. Yes, they know the least about each other— but they’ve agreed to not know those things, which cannot be said for other sides of the love square.

• The amount of trust between them. They literally trust each other with their lives on a daily basis, not to mention the amount of trust they have that the other wont take a peak when they have to detransform near each other.

• How in sync they are with each other. Ladybug and Chat Noir just understand each other so innately, even with minimal verbal communication. They understand each other’s body language so well, and I don’t know how many times Ladybug gave the vaguest instruction to Chat Noir and he just knew what she meant.

• Ladybug and Chat Noir met first. This isn’t really important, but I wanted to point it out anyways. The first time the love square ever met was when they were Ladybug and Chat Noir, and Ladybug was the first friend Adrien made besides Chloé. I just think this is a cute fun fact so I wanted to throw it in here.

• The forbidden love aspect. They can’t know each other’s secret identities... they don’t even know each other’s names, and loving each other is putting them at risk for being taken advantage by Hawkmoth... but imagine them hiding away on a dark rooftop, stealing kisses and telling each other about how much they love each other despite it all.

• There is so much ‘Adrien and Marinette never met AU’ potential with LadyNoir. Imagine it with pre-established LadyNoir... and imagine their reveal, and they don’t know each other, and they actually get to meet each other. Imagine the potential of a fic about a long-standing and committed relationship between two people who never learned each other’s names, finally meeting for the actual first time. Imagine them getting to know things about each other’s personal lives, introducing them to their friends and family, slowly learning about all the things that they’d had to hide from each other for so many years......... honestly, it’s a trope/au that I love SO MUCH and honestly isn’t touched on nearly enough. I could go on about it forever.

• Relationships dwindle and get strained... Adrien and Marinette might graduate high school, go to different universities, and lose touch. Or maybe they might become too busy to be able to make time for each other... LadyNoir, though? Ladybug and Chat Noir are stuck together at LEAST until Hawkmoth is defeated, whether they like it or not.

• Enemies AU potential. I mean, Hawkmoth is literally Chat Noir’s father... imagine an AU where Adrien has been tricked by his father into thinking he’s on the good side, that what he’s doing will save his mother’s life and no one will actually get hurt, and then he meets Ladybug, sees her give her big speech to Paris, and falls in love. Chat Noir fighting with trying to justify his father’s actions vs knowing that Ladybug is objectively good. Ladybug seeing the good in Chat Noir, knowing that he’s not evil like Hawkmoth, and actively reaching out to him... so much potential, you guys.

• Ladybug and Chat Noir are the most confident versions of themselves... which means that, as their relationship progresses and they get to know each other, they’ll slowly learn each other’s insecurities, short-comings, greatest fears, etc. LadyNoir starts with masks, and then the two slowly open up and learn about the vulnerable side of each other, and I think that progression is amazing.

Like yeah, Marinette learning that Adrien has a joking/flirty/silly side to him is great and all... but you know what I think’s even cuter? Ladybug learning that Chat Noir has a timid/sad side to him. And Adrien learning that Marinette has a powerful/confident side to her? Great. Chat Noir learning that Ladybug has a clumsy/awkward/insecure side to her? Amazing.

• The FLIRTING AND BANTER. And I don’t just mean Chat Noir... Pre-Glaciator, Ladybug would sometimes flirt back with Chat Noir if the situation wasn’t too dire.

I mean seriously... these two together have so much chemistry. They’re so funny to watch on screen together / read fanfics of, and the way they bounce off each other is just priceless.

Now imagine them dating. Imagine all their playful banter and flirting, but tenfold.

• Ladybug pets Chat Noir like a cat.

That is all.

• Do you like angst? Because oh boy... the amount of close calls that they’ve had together... the amount of times they’ve watched the other get hurt. The emotional toll that takes on them. The way Ladybug frets over him and pulls him up when he’s injured, the way that we’ve seen them look at each other and fear that it could be the last, the way that Chat Noir has literally sacrificed his life for her multiple times....

There is an infinite amount of potential for "my love dying in my arms”, “I thought I was going to lose you”, and physical hurt/comfort scenarios with these guys, and all with a happy ending because of the Miraculous Ladybug Cure. Like, seriously.... there’s so much potential.

•They’re so emotionally supportive with each other. Seriously... the way they treat each other is so caring. Like, they care deeply about each other’s mental health, and the fact that these emotional scenes happen in the middle of such dire situations really helps to emphasize how much they’re willing to set aside in order to take care of each other.

In conclusion: The ML writing staff made the "Chat Noir can’t take rejection” subplot to nerf LadyNoir because otherwise it would be too powerful.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chat noir #cat noir #ladynoir

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just-an-ari · 4 years ago

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Can you please talk more about your fan kids? Please they’re so babey I need head canons

A bit (a lot look im sorry) of info before some of my headcannons: Bernadette (168 cm): Oldest child of Diana and Akko and has always been very mischievous. She’s always very happy and optimistic. She decided to enroll at Luna Nova when she was 9, after persuading her parents (they were very reluctant to let her go). After she graduated at the age of 12 she decided to take a break and stay at home to study. At the age of 20, she became Minister of Magic. Emily/Emiko (164 cm): Her actual name is Emiko but because her family sometimes calls her “Em”, others assume her name is Emily. Imagine their surprise when they find out they were wrong. Also, a very happy and optimistic girl although not as open as her older sister. At a young age, she develops an interest in her family’s history and started researching. By the time she went to Luna Nova, she had found cures for multiple diseases and curses. While she is very studious, she’s also very athletic and loves to run. Beatrix (196 cm): Is the youngest and the most reserved. Living in her parents’ and sisters’ shadows is hard for her and makes her feel insecure. It doesn’t help that she is also extremely tall and stands out. She is very smart, studious and does not want to participate in the “silly games” her sisters play (this is a lie) and Akko tells her she is a “Mini Diana” (this is true in most aspects (however, she is taller)). Most people are intimidated by her tall stature and believe her to be frightening and me due to her serious resting face and cold demeanour. She has a crush on her classmate (whose name is Evelynn) and is upset because she thinks Evelynn hates/is scared of her (because they got paired up one time and she started stuttering (Evelynn like her back lmao)). Headcannons:

Bernadette and Emiko gang up and pull pranks on their parents, mutual friends and Professors Ursula and Croix (they’re more like grandparents but whatever).

Out of her two siblings, Beatrix gets along with Emiko much better because Emiko encourages her much more than Bernadette.

Most of the fights in the house occur because of Beatrix and Bernadette. As they are almost complete opposites, they don’t have much common ground. They mostly bicker about the other’s behaviour. Bernadette thinks Beatrix is too uptight, whereas Beatrix thinks her sister is too childish and carefree for a minister. They do love each other a lot though V^V.

Bernadette likes to take days off from the ministry to say hello to her sisters and mother(Akko) at school.

Beatrix doesn’t have many friends of her own, so she mostly sits alone at lunch. Emiko always invites her to sit with her friends but only on her more happy days does she accept.

Emiko and Bernadette definitely convinced Beatrix to go back in time and prank their parents at some point.

Bernadette still believes in Santa. I don’t make the rules.

The kids are happiest when the whole family is together for the breaks or holidays.

Akko, who is a teacher, noticed the mutual attraction between Beatrix and Evelynn. She keeps trying to hint.

Beatrix’s favourite book is Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.

Emily is a night owl who wakes up too early. She gets 4-5 hours of sleep a day and that’s all she needs.

After Bernadette buys an advanced version of the Nintendo Switch, she and Emiko play old RPG games like Undertale. They also love Splatoon 2. Beatrix also plays Splatoon 2 but only when nobody’s around. Beatrix is better than any both of her siblings at it.

All three of them know how to read, write and speak in multiple languages (how else would they talk to Professor Pisces?).

Beatrix will, by instinct, still grab her parents’ hands if they’re walking together. This also applies to Evelynn later on.

If someone asks for more I will give more. But now, I think I gave you guys waaaaaaay to much.

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lady-moonbroch · 5 years ago

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Blood Donation: Claire Fraser

Full Name: Claire Saoirse McCarthy Fraser of Lovat (in short Claire Fraser)

Reason for name: Claire = clear, bright | Saoirse = freedom | McCarthy = her mother’s surname (Irish) | Fraser of Lovat = her father’s surname (Highland Clan)

Nickname: La Dame Blanche (the French equivalent of a witch or spirit, due to her knowledge as an apothecary and the aid she offers)

Family: Irvin Aidan Fraser of Lovat (father) || Catriona McCarthy (mother) || Róisín McCarthy (aunt) || Lachlan (Irvin’s childhood friend and brother-in-arms)

Age: 24 || Sex: Female || Blood Type: 0 || Height: 1,64 cm

Place of Birth: Beauly, Inverness, Highlands of Scotland

Birthday: 22nd of June 1730 (Summer Solstice)

Species/Race: Human \ Hereditary Sorceress

Ethnicity: Scottish \ Irish

Occupation: Healer \ Herbalist - Apothecary

Body Build: Toned and fit, hourglass shaped body, a well-proportioned mix of petit and curvaceous (large bosom, small waist and curvy hips)

Skin colour: Caucasian

Hair style: Usually straight, ending in loose curls. Otherwise braided and styled in half up-dos and embellished with ribbons of varying colours.

Hair colour: Auburn / Ginger (with a pinkish undertone).

Eye colour: Her right eye is brown and her left eye is green.

Distinguishing Features: Soft dimples apparent when smiling, her heterochromia, light coloured freckles across her face and even less apparent ones on her body, three relatively small scars on her back from lash strikes, a couple of scattered small scars on her arms and legs.

Preferred Clothing: Rarely wears pants, enjoys dresses and skirts, often likes to wear her clan’s tartan, has a matching plaid patterned cloak which she embellishes with the Fraser badge. Her clothes of choice are usually simple, wears fancier clothes only on special occasions.

Accessories: earrings, rings and a couple of bracelets, her clan’s badge, plenty of ribbons and chokers.

Way of speaking: talks with a mix of a slight Irish / Scottish accent and idioms (brogue). She tries to speak as clearly as possible but it intensifies tenfold when she is angry. She speaks English, Gaelic, French and some Italian.

Illness (physical or mental): has mental trauma from the loss of her father and the witch trials that lead to her mother’s execution which manifests in nightmares and gloominess.

Skills/Abilities:

Singing

Botany and herbalism

Basic knowledge of swordsmanship and archery

Playing the ocarina, the lute and the tambourine

Basic knowledge in painting

Knitting / Sewing

Farming and gardening

Cooking

Basic knowledge of carpentry

Horse riding

Magic Abilities:

Spell casting

Healing

Defensive magic

Elemental manipulation (mild)

Magical Medicine Manipulation | Potion Creation

Telekinesis & Telepathy

Precognition (manifested as dreams, but not often)

Necromancy and dark arts (used in very grave situations and it comes with a great cost)

Personality:

Claire seems aloof and cold at first. She's awkward and clammed in her shell but once comfortable she becomes a walking ray of sunshine. She’s very friendly and kind towards her friends. She can become slightly overprotective of them due to her worrying nature and often shows her mischievous side.

Her eyes are always sharp and keen when it comes to her loved ones, searching for the slightest change in their behaviour. She is a good listener and she will do anything for her friends. She wears her heart on her sleeve and speaks her mind frankly, often without thinking twice about the consequences. She wants people around her to laugh and smile sincerely and her clumsy, silly attics are more often than not a source of amusement for them.

Likes:

Reading books

Arts: singing, story telling, drawing, dancing

Helping others

Picking herbs and edible mushrooms, roots and berries from the forest

Gardening / Nature / Animals

Traveling

Children (although she’s a little awkward around them)

Being around people, often in the pub

Whiskey and ale

Dislikes:

Dishonesty

Mistreatment (especially of the less fortunate)

Prejudiced people

Bad odour

Being touched by strangers

Small spaces

Bugs

Relationships:

Le Comte de Saint Germaine: Comte was the was the first to find Claire as he walked the streets of Paris. After some hesitation she explained everything that had happened and led her here. He immediately took her under his wing, letting her stay in the mansion as if he was his own child and along with Leonardo became her tutor. Each taught her different skills, languages and good manners to fit in the society of Paris, but never allowed her to forget her homeland’s heritage. When she turned 18, Comte sent her to Edinburgh to study botanology and medicine and four years after she returns to the mansion to stay by his side as a way to thank him and repay him for his kindness and love. She adores Thyme and likes to play and give her treats as often as the Count allows it.

Leonardo Da Vinci: Claire met Leonardo the first day Comte brought her to the mansion. He lent her his shoulder and comforted her along with his old friend, became a doting friend and tutor for her that would proudly watch her grow and find her way to happiness again. She won’t admit it aloud, but Leonardo was actually her teenage crush. He, of course, knew it from the beginning and often teasingly offered to pose in nude for her as practice (in hindsight, she regrets not taking that chance). Even after spending many years apart their playful banter hasn’t changed. They still keep each other company, taking strolls while talking in the City of Light. She have tried to clean his room after she tripped on his anatomy books but soon gave up on the idea. She is often found cuddling and napping with Lumiére under the gazebo or in the rocking chair on the porch.

Vincent Van Gogh: She loves this ray of sunshine more than anything (who doesn’t). They often walk together in the forest or in town and brainstorm on ideas and impressions. He encourages her to not misunderstand his brother's words for aversion, but still watches them fondly when they bicker. She absolutely loves his work and admires his skills and takes up his offer to paint together when she has the time. Whenever the Dutch painter lacks inspiration or feels gloomy, she will sing to him or tell him a story to help his imagination stir. She always cares a small pouch full of nuts and berries for Brush, whom she finds absolutely adorable.

Theodorus Van Gogh: From the first time he saw her he was entranced by her unusual appearance and he, admittedly, struck her as quite a bonnie lad...until he opened his mouth to speak. They instantaneously began to bicker thanks to Theo’s acrimonious mannerisms and Claire’s quick temper. Despite this she was curious about his vocation, never having met an art dealer before and what impressed her the most was his passion. She slowly began to see the man behind the rough facade and was drawn into the sweetness he hid beneath his hard exterior, a side she witness in his time with Vincent and King.

Arthur Conan Doyle: She found him attractive from the very beginning but the writer’s frivolous and indecently provocative ways filled her with dismay. She decided to keep a distance from him but was soon quite intrigued by his work. Both his writing skill and wit caught her interest, but it was also their common homeland that brought them closer and closer as the time passed by. Arthur invites her to the pub quite often, where they usually end up singing Irish and Scottish songs and teasing Theo out of his wits. After a while she begins to call him “Sassenach” as a word of endearment only used for him, betraying her growing fondness for the mystery writer. She enjoys taking long walks with him and Vic and talk about books and cases of mystery for Arthur’s new work.

Napoleon Bonaparte: They became friends rather quickly, thanks to Napoleon’s charisma and charm. She asked Napoleon to train her in combat and swordsmanship in order for her to improve her skills but they often cook together while they talk about history and their everyday shenanigans. She wants to help him enjoy this second chance in life, ease his troubles and insecurities about his life as a demi-vampire. They tease each other relentlessly, often causing a ruckus -much to Sebastian and Isaac’s dismay-. She’s very fond of Jupiter and enjoys to watch his encounters with her familiar, an albino raven named Glinda.

Jeanne D’ Arc: Although it took time for Jean to open up to her, he and Claire became close friends as time passed. They both bear a harsh past on their backs, and that helped to deepen their bond quickly. She was always saddened by his story, but doesn’t allow herself to pity him. She admires and holds great love and respect for him, standing at his side when his demons get the better of him. After much nagging, she convinced the soldier to spar and ride with her and Napoleon more often. She really loves Shelly and the two of them play often with the little cub in the garden.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: “You are too loud” he said, “You are too rude” she replied. That was the very first conversation between Mozart and Claire. She couldn’t believe there could be someone ruder than Theo, but she was wrong. It took plenty of time for them to connect on any level, both avoiding contact at all costs. Music was the bridge that finally brought them together, she enjoys listening to him play the piano, while Mozart enjoys hearing her sing, although he won’t admit it. their common friendship with Jean became another linking factor for them. She enjoys watching him being happy drunk, and will often teases him about it. The musician complains that Claire’s familiar is a bad influence on Schelm as they’re often seen together but she says he acts like an overprotective dad just to anger him further.

Dazai Osamu: It didn’t take too long for Claire to see behind his happy facade. She became fond of him quickly and finds him endearing and funny but she can’t help to wish she could help him with the sadness that he hides behind his skilfully made-up smiles. She will often join him and Arthur when they tease Isaac or the other residents due to her mischievous nature. She is very interested in his work as an author as well as his culture, which is more than foreign for her and just enjoys talking to him as she silently admires his wit. She finds Bunta absolutely adorable, gives her treats and talks to her often when tends to the garden.

Isaac Newton: Although confused at first, the more she got to know Isaac the more she became fond of him. Poking fun at him with Arthur and Dazai and aggravating him never fails to put a smile on her face, albeit she knows when to stop and leave him be. She likes to listen to him talk about physics (although she cannot fully comprehend them) and joins him to stargaze when the night sky is clear. They often stroll in the city centre with Napoleon and watches them teach children at the alleyway. His clumsy way of showing his feelings make him all the more delightful in her eyes and the way he gets flustered so easily makes her eager to tease him. She finds little Harry adorable keeps an eye on him when he’s free to roam the garden of the mansion.

William Shakespeare: Although she is a huge fan of his work and no matter how much respect he has for the bard she remains highly suspicious of him. She is polite and friendly should he ever visit but she doesn’t have an ounce of trust for him and keeps her distance. Finds his bunny terribly cute, though.

Sebastian: She is quite fond of him, finds his quirks and his deadpan humour hilarious. She really respects his work around the mansion and admires his patience. They share mutual respect for Le Comte as well as the same curiosity and passion for history, thus if she coaxes any information from the residents she will transfer it to him (on her own volition she says). She loves to help him around with the housework and take some weight off his shoulders. Usually calls him “Bash”. She likes Rotte a lot and her knowledge of farm animals has been a huge help for Sebastian, especially when the little “Fräulein” needs trimming.

Paired with: Arthur / Theodorus

_______________ A/N: Obviously Claire is very much inspired from Outlander (I love that series don’t judge me). Her common origins with Arthur were accidental (Doyle’s parents were actually Irish). And lastly there will be a fic about her background soon enough. Thank you for reading my OC extravaganza, lofk u!

#ikemen vampire #ikevam ocs #blood donation #ikevam leonardo #ikevam arthur #ikevam shakespeare #ikevam napoleon #ikevam mozart #ikevam saint germain #ikevam isaac #ikevam dazai #ikevam sebastian #ikevam jean #ikevam vincent #ikevam theodorus #finally I grew the balls to release my oc to the fandom #dear lord I am emotionally drained from this experience #how do people do this so often #honestly yall are braver than me

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deliasbabe · 5 years ago

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Cordelia x Elliott Ask Game

Based on questions that have been submitted/ ones I made up. I used their realtionship in “The Thing About Timing”.

If you have any more questions send them my way!!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Cordelia all the way. For the most part it’s subtle, especially when they are in front of the other students. She’ll brush a lock of hair behind Elliott’s ear or casually touch her arm or back, just something to let Elliott know she’s there.

When they’re just around the council or by themselves she’s CONSTANTLY touching her tho, especially if she’s slightly tipsy. She loves holding her and kissing her head and hugging her. She’s always the first to say I love you and to give compliments. Grade A mom.

That’s not to say Elliott isn’t affectionate, because she is, she just isn’t used to affection of any kind. She’s not as touchy, more the words of affirmation type. She rarely gets scared, but when she does she shifts a little closer to her mother and slips her hand into Cordelia’s. It’s subtle, but it’s enough. And on her particularly rough days she has no issues crawling into Cordelia’s arms.

2. Most common argument?

Ok, they rarely actually argue, it’s mostly bickering/banter, but when they do argue it’s about trust. Always, without a doubt. THEY BOTH HAVE TRUST ISSUES OK? It’s usually a pointless argument, and 99% of the time neither of them have actually done anything wrong.

3. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Ok, so hear me out, it was really difficult for Elliott to commit to calling Cordelia “mama”. Like, really hard, because everyone she’s ever cared about (except for David) has died on her, and she thinks she’s cursed (lol). But she had been referring to Cordelia as “mama” in her head (despite her trying to not get attached) since before Cordelia even asked to adopt her, and it started to slip out. But she firmly decided to just say fuck it and stick with it when she was in the hospital because she knew she was screwed either way.

Now, Cordelia has always been a big fan of pet names. She often calls the girls “sweetheart” or “honey” but that’s usually the extent of it. But it just felt so natural with Elliott. At first she was careful with the nicknames because she didn’t know how Elliott would respond, because in the beginning Elliott revolted against any kind of affection. But once they got comfortable she started referring to her as “baby” and “love”, and when Elliott is particularly upset or anxious it’s always “babygirl”.

4. Who worries the most?

The easy answer is both. In the beginning, Elliott was always worried about being sent away or things falling apart, and Cordelia was worried that she was being a bad mother. Now, Elliott is more comfortable and less worried, but Cordelia’s fears are still the same, and Elliott now has taken on worrying about her mother worrying too much.

5. Who needs more assurance?

Cordelia. She’s overly anxious and terrified that she’s going to end up like Fiona, and Elliott seems to be the only one that can set her straight. I will say that Elliott definitely needs more assurance than she gets, but the only reason she doesn’t get it is because she likes to internalize a lot and refuses to talk about her own emotions.

6. Do they have inside jokes?

Elliott is a big jokester, so of course they do. She thinks it’s hilarious when she swears and Cordelia goes “Language, missy”. It’s become a thing, and Elliott now has learned to do it on purpose when things are particularly tense just because it will make them both laugh. Cordelia is fully aware of this and plays along, mostly because she knows not every battle can be won.

7. When did each person realize they loved the other?

Cordelia realized it when she started going out of her way to make Elliott more comfortable and happy. She got Elliott to smile once and from then on it was her mission to make Elliott smile as much as possible. She still was in denial about it for a while tho, mostly because she thought Elliott would never be hers.

Elliott was also in denial, for a much longer period of time. But truthfully she realized it after she ran away the first time, when her and Cordelia were in the burger joint and it all seemed so easy. She felt like she could tell Cordelia anything, and that scared her.

8. Is there any habit or thing in Elliot that makes the rest think 'oh shit she really is Delia's daughter'?

The facial expressions, hands down. They both bite their lip when they are nervous and crinkle their noses when they are hyper focused on something.

9. What do they love most about each other?

Cordelia loves how loyal Elliott is and brave. As much as it makes her worry, she admires how Elliott would willingly take a bullet for those she loves. She also is in awe of how Elliott has this way of making everyone feel like their pain is valid, even though she’s definitely been through much worse.

Elliott loves just how caring and vulnerable Cordelia is. She loves how she sacrifices endlessly for her girls. She loves how she gives and gives and doesn’t expect anything in return, and she especially loves how Cordelia believes that everyone is good, not matter what they may have done, and she constantly believes in them, even when they don’t believe in themselves.

10. Something silly they keep from each other?

Elliott HATES having her picture taken, so Cordelia has to sneak pictures of her whenever possible, and the rest of the girls do as well. She’s got an entire locked drawer in her desk full of pictures she’s planning on putting in a scrapbook. Elliott’s adoptive parents also let her keep the girls hospital bracelet from when she was born.

Now Elliott stumbled on an old Polaroid of Cordelia from college, and she looks almost exactly like Elliott. So Elliott may have snagged it and keeps it in her drawer with all her special things from her childhood. Oh, also, when Cordelia leaves for extended periods of time and leaves Elliott at the coven, Elliott sneaks one of her shirts to wear to sleep because it smells like her and she misses her.

11. Who’s the first to notice when something is off with the other?

Elliott. She’s been conditioned to notice even the slightest of changes in people’s behaviors and attitudes, and Cordelia has a shitty poker face. She’s good at telling when something is off, but because of the way she’s grown up she usually can’t figure out exactly what, and she always assumes she herself has done something wrong.

Cordelia is pretty good at recognizing it too, but she’s still learning. Elliott is complicated and a pro at hiding her feelings, so Cordelia has to focus more on her body language. A big tell is if she pinches the bridge of her nose, because that always means she’s either exhausted or totally stressed out.

12. What do they do when the other is upset?

When Cordelia is upset, Elliott likes to make Cordelia talk about her feelings, make her feel better, then distract her with a joke. It works like a charm.

Now Cordelia knows Elliott isn’t one to talk about what’s making her upset, so if she can’t pry it out of her, she settles for some quality time just to let Elliott know she’s there and that the girl is so so so so loved.

13. Do they have more of a “mother-daughter” or “best friend” type of relationship?

Both. Like I said, there’s very little they argue about, and Elliott is at the age where she’s developed her own sense of right and wrong. She doesn’t need “parenting” in that sense. But emotionally it’s more of a mother-daughter bond, because Elliott was missing the emotional connection for most of her life. But Elliott tends to be impulsive, and she doesn’t really have a good sense of her own personal safety, so sometimes Cordelia needs to set her straight. So they tend to do everything together like best friends, but when Elliott needs a mother, Cordelia doesn’t hesistate to step in.

14. Who gives better advice?

I’m going to say both, but in different ways. They are two sides of the same coin. Cordelia is better at reflecting on things, and Elliott is better at dealing with in the moment things. Hence why Elliott helps Cordelia deal with her feelings about Misty, and Cordelia helps Elliott heal from her past.

15. Do they have a typical parental relationship?

No. They sort of parent each other? Elliott tends to be the more rational one, the one who is better in a crisis, whereas Cordelia tends to deal better with the emotional stuff. Cordelia helps Elliott figure out her feelings, and Elliott helps Cordelia when she can’t think straight.

16. Is anything about their relationship toxic/unhealthy?

Yes and no. Their realtionship is complicated and intense, and they kind of are codependent. They’re stronger together, for sure, but they aren’t sure how to function without each other, which can be dangerous.

17. Who’s more protective?

Elliott. She sees Cordelia as vulnerable because she cares so much, so she does her best to protect her.

Cordelia does her best to protect Elliott from the evil of the world, but Elliott doesn’t really need protecting, and the things she does need protecting from, Cordelia really can’t do much about.

18. Who has the worst temper?

Surprisingly, Cordelia. Elliott is able to rationalize pretty much anything, so she doesn’t get angry very often, if at all. Cordelia is more emotional, and while she still doesn’t get angry much, she’s more likely to fly off the handle.

19. Who’s more likely to start a fight?

Always Cordelia. Elliott will do absolutely anything to avoid an argument, considering how she grew up. She tends to burry everything and just move along to not cause trouble. Only issue is Cordelia knows this, and she tends to push until Elliott explodes.

20. Who’s more likely to apologize after a fight?

It’s usually 50/50. It depends on what the fight is about. If Cordelia starts a fight because Elliott is upset and not saying anything, Cordelia is the one to apologize. If Cordelia is upset, Elliott apologizes.

#ask me anything #ask me questions #ask game #request

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 6 years ago

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Bringing Sexy Back-- Joe Mazzello x Reader (requested)

Request; "Can you write something where Joe tries to be all sexy and buys one of those cheap stripper cop costumes and puts on a show for you and it’s just really cute and funny and the reader is laughing so hard but she loves him so much???"

Warnings; light language, light sexual themes, nothing too bad

Word Count; 1.3k

Notes; this was so much fun to write oml thank you anon for requesting this!!

The two of you had been dating for nearly three years, but you knew each other for a good while longer. You were introduced to Joe through a mutual friend, and you two instantly clicked. Your relationship started off as being just friends. You often found yourself gushing about some nerdy thing you were excited about, and he would do the same with you. It was great! He was as big of a dork as you were. As the years passed, you found yourself falling head over heels for him. You always thought that he saw you as a friend and nothing more. It wasn't until a drunken truth or dare game that he actually confessed his feelings for you. From that point on, the two of you were pretty much joined at the hip.

There, of course, was a lot of hate sent your way when you first made your relationship known to the public. You tried to ignore it, but there were times where the hurtful comments would really get to you. Some people tried to paint you as some kind of gold digger who was trying to take advantage of Joe. It ripped your heart to pieces knowing that some of his fans saw you that way. You honestly couldn't care less about his career choice. True, you were insanely proud of his accomplishments and held bottomless support for him, but you would still love Joe no matter what his job was.

Joe had been in Europe for months, filming Bohemian Rhapsody. It was hard, not having your boyfriend at your side, and it was driving him absolutely mad to be away from you for so long. He would give you a call or Skype you during his breaks, which often earned him endless teasing from the rest of the cast. Joe would be in the middle of telling you something when someone-- usually Ben-- would snatch his phone from his hands. You would cover your mouth in an attempt to keep yourself from laughing as you heard them bickering over the phone. The boys would have a fun time playing 'keep away' with Joe's phone. They would toss it to someone, tell you hello, then toss it to someone else. You always felt bad for laughing at Joe's flustered expression when he finally got his phone back. It became regular for the boys to interrupt your conversations, so it was always interesting to see where Joe would be hiding.

"Joe, are... are you... hiding in a bush right now?"

"What? No, don't be ridiculous. They would suspect that. I'm in a tree, that way they can't reach me."

You were over the moon when Joe told you that he was coming home. You spent the entire day cleaning and preparing for his arrival. You went to the nearby dollar store and grabbed as many party poppers, cans of silly string, and balloons you could fit in your small car. You could've made him a fancy dinner, but you figured getting take-out Chinese would be more Joe's style. You dug through a basket of DVD's until you found the perfect one for the evening-- Dum and Dummer.

You crouched behind the couch, clutching a party popper and a can of silly string. A flimsy cardboard hat sat on your head. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing when you heard the door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Joe sang. There was a loud thud, probably from him dropping his bags on the floor. He called your name, clearly confused. His eyes widened when you jumped out from your hiding spot and pulled the string on the popper. It shot out a pitiful amount of confetti with a loud pop.

"Welcome home," you shouted before coating him in silly string. Joe gave a dramatic gasp, putting a hand to his chest.

"I come home, and this is what I'm greeted with? I'm disgusted and ashamed!" he wailed. You snorted, dropping the empty can in the trashcan.

"It's not what it looks like Joey!" When you turned around to face him again, the tables had turned. He was holding a can of silly string and aimed it directly at you.

"I won't hesitate, bitch!" Joe quoted the iconic vine, spraying you with the slimy mess in the process. You marched over and stood toe to toe with him. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he did the same to you. It took about 0.05 seconds for the two of you to dissolve into laughter. Joe picked the silly string out of your hair, a loving smile on his face. "God, I missed you so much." You hummed draping your arms around his neck. He quickly closed the gap between the two of you. After a moment, you pulled away. Joe gave you a pouting look. You rolled your eyes at him.

"We'll have plenty of time for that, loverboy. Our food's gonna get cold if we don't eat soon."

Joe built a pillow fort in front of the TV while you fixed a plate for the two of you. When you returned, he was already starting the movie. You snuggled up close to him, and the two of you ate the Chinese food while occasionally laughing at what was on the TV.

Before you knew it, the movie was over, and the two of you were just quietly laying in the fort, basking in each other's company. Joe took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You giggled as he started peppering kisses up your arm. "Joe, this is so cliche." He just hummed, pulling you closer. Joe started pressing kisses to your neck, lightly nipping at the skin. When your breath hitched, he pulled away. A grin crept across his face.

"Wait right here, I've got a little surprise for you." Joe scrambled to his feet and rushed across the room to his suitcase. You sat up, raising a brow at him.

"Joe, what're you-"

"Shh! Don't move. I'll be right back." He clutched a plastic bag to his chest and ducked away into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. You sighed. There was no telling what he was up to. A dozen possibilities ran through your mind. However, none of them included the sight you were about to see.

You jumped when the door slammed open. You gawked at Joe. He was wearing incredibly short, obviously fake leather shorts, a tight, blue shirt that looked like it was missing about half of its buttons, an unbearably cheesy cop hat on his head. The hat was a little too small, so it sat lopsided. He held a gold, plastic badge in one hand, and he twirled around a pair of plastic handcuffs in the other. You burst out laughing when he started strutting across the room, making his movements as exaggerated as possible. "Joe, what the hell are you wearing?" He jutted out his badge and pursed his lips.

"You have the right to remain silent." Again, you started laughing, but this time, you couldn't stop. He was trying to act all sexy by dancing around the living room, but he looked outrageous in his little outfit. Your sides were already aching, then Joe started trying to twerk. That's when the tears started flowing. While he had his back turned to you, you pulled out your phone and quickly turned on the camera. You managed to capture part of his twerking skills. "If being sexy was a crime, I'd have to turn in my badge!" Joe shouted. He then made a dramatic spin and slapped his own ass.

"Oh my god," was all you could say in between laughs. "I can't wait to send this to Rami." Joe froze, turning to you with wide eyes. His whole stripper persona fell to pieces when he saw you holding your phone up.

"Don't you dare." You bit your lip and scrambled to your feet, running away from him.

"You'll never catch me alive, copper!"

#joe mazzello #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody x reader #bohrap #request #queen x reader #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody imagine

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alschain · 5 years ago

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I honestly can't post more random shit on twitter so here's where I'll store my garbage brain reading magi comic

- I SHIP TOTO AND MORGIANA how dare you sink my ship with only like 2 chapters

- finally reached them plot beyond anime adaptation and first thing we learn, someone need to water spray Alibaba's horny ass

- Yunan and Sinbad bicker back and forth...? Must be exes (nod) also Yunan you fucking twink

- but he's an intellectual twink I approve

- kou empire being a commentary on ancient china (even china today) and it's ideology of unification by not accepting diversity but promoting a single culture language and customs that are it's own is not a critique of communism rather colonialism....thank you

- maybe it's too quick to judge but good grief I hate people like koumei the most :( being able to rationalize and institutionalize violation of human rights is a lot scarier than any crazy loony. And it honestly is some 1984 shit going on here

- oh.............................

- Ithnan is a gay baby

- so the story of alma toran, shares the same core idea of Jesus Christ Superstar (jokes aside the discussion of power and divinity is really fucking beautiful

- It is incredibly distracting however that in a magical world deeply rooted in Arabic culture, people have names like Solomon or Sheba or Ugo that the ultimate villain is just called, David. Like some guy from work

- final chapter of the arc looping back to aladdin wishing to be friend with ugo....It's fucking poetic, it's fucking beautiful. The whole alma toran story obviously isn't telling us that Solomon's will is just good, or that he did everything right. Just like he once did, aladdin is now questioning the world's principal and all acting from the base desire of happiness. I don't think my sleep deprived mind grasped or made sense of everything going on here but damn, this is good shit

- I read shonen to feel good about myself and the world because they get cool powers and unconditional friends and most importantly through trial and error they actually win. But damn is it suffocating to read magi (but in a good way), nihilism, existentialism, philosophies I contemplate all day every day being presented in such a way is really, idk, making me sad, just like the real world

- Hakuryuu and Judar's fight against Arba is so fucking good..............and my god all these motherfuckers from Kou are scary. But I just want to hug these two sad boys, which is not saying that I think their thinking is rights or makes sense it's just...you can't blame them, and bitch I relate. Being unable to escape a loop of hate and anger for so long and so much that you internalized it to become something much worse.......and that makes you doubt even more about yourself and the people around you. Which is why therapy is important, at least for me lol.

- SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS FUCKING FIGHT????? WHY??????????? WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO EACH OTHER IT'S SO MISERABLE I CANT-

- Aladdin's expression.......INSTANT TEARS

- he's so pure I'm crying

- Sinbad you actual SON OF A BITCH

- SINBADDDD WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE WHO?????? And putting Sinbad' adventures in his younger days into perspective it's just fucking tragic, if you have to be a piece of shit fine but what about the good people and their good intentions..............

- FUCK I knew one of them is going to die out of the fucking blue and I know I said I hated koumei but, FUCK

- jfc it's so............miserable....................

- human justice change, and as long as we are able to question it, the world would be a better place, and we are able to move forward, to have meaning. I want to hug Hakuryuu until he can't breath.

- oh no kougyoku.......come here that's right Sinbad is a piece of shit

- wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait WHAT

- she..!!! he......!!!!!!! Can she do it to literally anyone furthermore does, does like Ja'far know about......him???!?!????!?!!!????

- damn the opening chapter of the final arc is so beautifully done it's fucking art.

- To think that I was so obsessed with Yunan when I was like 13 first watching Magi anime...he's actually just a sad twink

- they got cars???? They got phones????? They got fucking planes??????? I've only ever seen fantasy + technology as in steampunk but this shit, it's purely magical, and it makes sense holy shit

- the gags in Magi are one of the greatest I swear they are so random

- this is...genius, it's not a conflict of communism and capitalism but rather the culture rooted in Eastern and Western civilizations and the different difficulties they face stepping into this new world.......these two economic system aren't inherently eastern and western either, it's just, cultures, and the conflict created thus.

- and Alibaba are you our socialism icon??

- no wait wtf alibaba WHAT fucking plan is this that's not how, that's not how it works. To introduce a concept previously foreign to the population is not to domesticated it like that...? It suggests that....people can't change, culture can't change, Idk it's kinda worrying. But I do understand, as a temporary measure :/

- ALIBABA. YOU. GREAT. HUMAN. BEING.

- fuck capitalism and monopoly fuck you Sinbad

- this is the scariest shit I've ever seen good grief arba can you not

- I'm going to say it while I still can without being creepy since technically I'm still a teen? Aladdin how is he hot af now

- now that I think more about it Hakuryuu's redemption happens so naturally, it makes me so happy to see the struggle for truth and happiness is achieved through one's reflection, coming to terms with mistakes. Again this shit is fucking beautiful.

- Alibaba Keanu Reeves Saluja ("no, you're amazing"

- YUNANNNNNNNNN NOOOOOOOO

- I fucking love Yunan I just really like this character ever since the first time I watched magi for some strange reason and NOW NOOOOOOOO WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY

- Hakuryuu could be in a infomercial about insects repellant by now things would be much easier if you know his arms could stop getting bit/stung by snake/scorpion

- "can I have an Apple now Mr driver" ALADDIN YOU BIG FLIRT I WILL DIE WITH THIS SHIP and damn his change is even more oblivious put next to Alibaba

- crybaby Hakuryuu.....they all changed but hasn't at the same time I'm crying

- is Hakuryuu me?????????? Crying all night after getting wasted

- two minutes after I said I'll die with the ship....the ship died, bye everybody

- just kidding Alibaba and Mor as so sweet it's just I really ship Aladdin and alibaba....I get more and more estranged feeling as I keep reading because it's not silly, feel-good adventures anymore, "少年漫" 里面的 "少年感" 被渐渐冲淡了因为真实世界比魔法对决宏大多了. I mean, it doesn't seem real that Alibaba and Mor are getting married, I still see them as hot headed companions that are teens going for their dreams against a whole unkind world, it just doesn't seem real. But not in remotely any bad way, it's me who hasn't grown up, I guess.

- that said you guys can really just start with, a relationship? Ya know???? "Lets become husband and wife" I can't take this it's too fast lmao

- NO STOP PUTTING ALADDIN AND KOUGYOKU TOGETHER I DONT LIKE IT (they are both lovely people I just don't like it#!!!!!!! They had zero chemistry#!!#!!#!!!!!!!! It's weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse everyone's getting fucking married!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- stop.......being..........so.............full of yourself, sinbad

- what, the, fuck, is, going, on

- what

- the

- fuck

-Sinbad

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sillybitchhours · 7 years ago

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Freak Show || kid!penny fic || Part 1/?

A young boy by the name of Penny was abandoned at a circus by his parents when he was just a toddler. Years pass and they put him in the freak show as Pennyworth the Dancing Clown. It’s Georgie’s birthday and the only thing he asked for is a trip to the circus. Bill and the losers agree to take Georgie, unaware of the new friend Georgie would find.

A young boy, skin as pale as porcelain, lay uncomfortably in a pile of hay, awoken from his restless sleep when the caravan hit a bump. He sat up, crawling on his hands and knees to peak out of a small crack in the wooden door. It was a cool autumn night, too dark to tell where they were headed. The boy sighed and hung his head as tears began to well up in his eyes. Before a sob could escape his lips he was knocked forwards, using his hands to break the fall. The boy looked up at the culprit and broke into a grin. “Simon!” He exclaimed with a giggle, reaching up to pet the two-headed goat. “Meh-eh!” Simon cried, to which the boy hushed. “Quiet, you’ll wake your brother!” He warned softly, referring to the limp head he named Billy. Simon just huffed. The boy shook his head with a soft chuckle, hugging the animal’s torso. “I’m glad I’m not alone anymore…” He murmured, nuzzling into the goat’s coarse hair. It whined and laid down in the hay. The boy rested his head on its belly, warming up from the shared body heat. The rocking of the caravan quickly put them both to sleep. Neither was awake to see the passing sign that read– “Welcome to Derry.”

“Man, fuck the circus!” A boy loudly exclaimed.

“Richie!” The other three shouted in unison.

“L-Language,” One warned, covering the youngest’s ears. “G-Georgie’s here.”

Richie huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Oh! So sorry, Buh- Buh- B-B-Billy boy!” Richie mocked, earning a sharp blow to the arm by the shortest boy. “Ow!”

“Can it, trashmouth.”

“Oh, you know I love it when you call me pet names, Eds!” Richie laughed, pinching Eddie’s cheeks, though they were quickly smacked away with a growl.

“Would you two get a room already?” Another added, not looking up from his birdwatching guide.

“Why? So you can join in on all the fun, Stanley?” Richie retorted, to which everyone groaned.

“You wish, Tozier.” Stan replied. The three teenagers bickered amongst themselves until the youngest boy began to shout.

“There it is! There it is! Look, Billy! There it is!” Georgie wailed, jumping up and down. In front of them was a huge banner that read, “Welcome to the Royal Big Top Circus!” It was embellished with two elephants on either side balancing on its hind legs, and a grinning clown in the center.

“Aw, screw that, they’ve got clowns.” Richie said, turning on a heel to leave but was yanked back by the collar by Stanley.

“Oh no you don’t!” Stan said, shoving Richie forwards. “We promised Bill. You’re not backing out because of some stupid clown.”

“C-Come on, T-Tozier.” Bill stammered. “This is th-the only thing G-Georgie asked f-for his birth-birthday.” Richie gave an exaggerated moan, huffing deeply.

“Alright, alright, fine!” He gave in, raising a finger before he warned. “But I’m only doing this for Georgie. Got it?” The rest of the guys gave a nod, all except for Stan who simply shook his head. Bill smiled warmly as he watched his friend sneak up behind Georgie and scoop him up, squealing in delight. Georgie erupted into a fit of giggles as he was spun around. “Oi! What say we get some freshly popped corn kernels, eh?” Richie spoke in a thick English accent. Georgie nodded, taking Richie’s hand and dragged him the whole way there.

“Hey bucktooth!” A man called out, banging on the metal bars of the caravan. “Wake up, we’re in Derry!” The young boy sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You know, this here town used to be a beaver trappin’ camp. Maybe we oughta leave you behind so you can find your family!” The man laughed, not caring that the young boy was frowning. He threw an apple at the boy, hitting him in the head. “Get in costume, freak show starts in ten.” The boy sighed, picking up the apple from the bed of hay, examining it for any bruises. The goat anomaly jumped up, both heads crying out. With a sad smile, he offered each head a bite of the apple before eating what was left over. He gave both heads a pat, Simon first then Billy, before padding over to a big wooden crate that read “Pennyworth” in big, bold red letters. He dug through it, throwing all kinds of items left and right. Penny pulled out a mirror and took a long look at himself.

“Worthless…” He whispered with a deep frown as he began to paint on a cherry red smile.

“Come one, come all! See the weirdest show of all!” A man in a top hat and fancy moustache shouted into a megaphone. “See the famous bearded lady! A two headed goat! And watch a bucktoothed clown dance for a penny! That’s right, folks! Dances for a penny and one penny only! Step right up, folks! Welcome to the freak show!”

“The two-headed goat sounds cool,” Richie said, taking a lick of his vanilla cone.

“It’s probably fake,” Eddie replied, making a “gimme” gesture with this hand, silently asking Richie for the ice cream.

“Freak shows are cruel,” Stanley informed them, closing his birdwatching book for the first time all day. “They treat humans and animals like they’re some sort of sick joke. They starve them, beat them up - bottom line, I’m not going.”

“Aw, come on, Stan!” Richie cried. “I heard they have a chicken with no head that just runs around till it dies.”

“Jesus, Richie! Why would I want to see that!?” Before Richie could answer, they heard a familiar voice.

“I said dance, you fuckin’ freak!”

They turned their heads towards the voice, eyes going wide. It was Henry Bowers. “Welp!” Stanley clapped his hands together. “Looks like we should get going while we still have the chance!”

“W-Wait–” Bill held up a hand, watching what they were yelling at. Henry was throwing something into a cage, the rest of the boys laughing and shouting more slurs. “W-We need to stop th-them.”

“No, Bill! Just leave things be for once. It’s Georgie’s birthday, we’re supposed to be having fun!” Stan argued, gesturing over to the birthday boy, who was about ten feet away in the petting zoo. Bill sighed. “I guess you’re right.” There was a brief silence amongst the friends. It was broken when the youngest boy came running up to them.

“Billy! Billy!” Georgie exclaimed. “They have cotton candy! Can we get some!? Please?” Bill laughed, messing up his little brother’s hair lovingly. “S-Sure th-thing, Georgie. L-Let’s go.”

“Please stop! Please!” Penny pleaded with the teenagers. “You’re hurting me!”

“Not until you dance, faggot!” Henry mocked, throwing another rock at the clown, hitting him in the kneecap. Penny cried out in pain, holding onto his knee to ease the hard blow. Another boy took out a lighter with one hand, shaking a can of hairspray in the other.

“Better start soon, freak, before I burn ya to a crisp!” Patrick threatened, using the aerosol can as a makeshift flamethrower. Penny flinched in fear, backing up as far as he could from the flame. The teens kept shaking the bars and shouting at him. Penny finally began to dancing, kicking his legs out to either side, but his jig didn’t impress the boys.

“Come on boys, this freak isn’t worth it.” Henry decided, spitting in the cage.

“We’ll be back tomorrow, freak. Don’t think we’re letting you off the hook.” Patrick warned with an evil grin. “Hey, maybe we could steal your dad’s gun!”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll take it right in front of his face!” Henry laughed, high-fiving the other boys.

Penny broke down, sinking into a ball on the pile of hay. He let himself sob, his makeup melting off his face as he cried. He didn’t care if he got in trouble from the ringleader. Right now, Penny’s only fear was that of his life. He tucked his face into his knees, smearing makeup all over his costume. Suddenly a gentle voice startled him.

“Are you okay?”

“GEORGIE!” The boys continued to call out. “Wh-What the hell, R-Richie!? Y-You were supposed t-to be wa-watching him!” Bill shouted, jabbing his finger into his friend’s chest.

“Back off, Bill!” Richie shoved the boy back, throwing him off balance. “I only looked away for a second!”

“That still m-makes it your f-fault, ja-jackass!”

“He’s YOUR brother! Maybe YOU should’ve been watching him!” With that, Bill cocked an arm back to punch him, but was held back by Stan. Eddie did the same to Richie.

“Guys, guys! Pull yourselves together!” Eddie shouted as Richie shrugged him off. Bill paced to cool off. Richie was the first to break the silence.

“He was there one second and gone the next…” Richie explained, looking down as he scuffed his heel against the grass. “I handed him the cotton candy, and I went to put my change in my pocket and he was just… Fuck, I’m sorry Bill…”

“It-It’s okay, Richie.” Bill sighed, still pacing. “L-Let’s just focus o-on finding G-Georgie.” They all agreed and began to make a game plan.

Penny looked up to see a young boy, about his age, holding colorfully spun cotton candy. He sniffled, wiping his red nose on his sleeve.

“Why are you crying?” Georgie asked with sympathetic eyes.

“I- um….” Penny wasn’t ever asked questions like this before. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“What’s your name?” Georgie asked, head cocked to the side.

“Pennyworth…” The clown answered quietly, looking around cautiously.

“What a silly name!” Georgie laughed, taking a bite of his cotton candy.

Penny frowned at that, but politely continued the conversation. “What’s your name?”

“Georgie!” He spoke with a proud grin. “Why do they call you Pennyworth?”

“Because I’m only worth a penny…” He answered, flashing a sad smile. “I’m practically worthless….”

Georgie frowned. “Well, that isn’t very nice!” He paused, thinking of something better to call him. “How about Pennywise?” He exclaimed. “Because wise means smart! I learned that word from my older brother.”

Penny smiled at his new name. “I like that a lot better. Thank you, Georgie.” Pennywise smiled at the boy.

“You’re welcome!” The young boy grinned. “Why were you crying, Pennywise?” He pushed, concerned for his new friend.

“People are mean to me sometimes…” Pennywise explained with a shrug. He inched forwards, grabbing hold of the metal bars and pressed his forehead against them.

“How come?” Georgie asked innocently.

“They don’t like the way I look.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m different than them.”

“Why?”

“Because I just am!” Pennywise shouted, causing Georgie to flinch. Penny frowned. “I’m sorry, Georgie. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay, Pennywise!” Georgie said simply. “It’s my birthday today, so nothing can make me sad!” He explained to his new friend so he didn’t have to worry. Penny laughed at this, cheering up a little.

“Happy birthday, Georgie!” Pennywise chirped, holding up his pointer finger before scampering over to his chest. He dug around for a minute until he found what he was looking for. “What’s your favorite animal, Georgie?” The young clown asked, stretching a long red latex balloon. Georgie thought for a moment before answering.

“A monkey!” He exclaimed with a grin.

“A good choice!” Penny praised, blowing up a red balloon. The latex squeaked as he twisted and knotted the balloon with gloved hands. He blew up a yellow balloon and turned around for the finishing touches. When he decided it was perfect, Pennywise spun around. “Ta-da!” He beamed, presenting it to Georgie through the prison bars.

Georgie’s eyes lit up when his new friend presented him with a monkey holding a banana made entirely out of balloons. He took it from Penny’s hands, examining it with a gasp. “A red monkey! Red is my favorite color!”

“Mine too!” Pennywise chimed with a goofy grin. Georgie placed a hand over Penny’s gloved hand, which initially made him flinch. Once he realized he didn’t intend on hurting him, Pennywise followed in suit.

“Thank you, Pennywise. This is the best birthday gift ever!” Georgie exclaimed, hugging the balloon animal close to his chest.

“You’re welcome, Georgie.” Pennywise replied. He was confused by this fuzzy feeling in his gut. Penny opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by shouts.

“GUYS, I FOUND GEORGIE!” Eddie called from a distance, running as fast as his legs could carry him. The rest of the boys followed behind. Eddie came to a halt in front of Georgie, hunched over as he struggled for breath. He frantically dug through his fanny pack for his inhaler.

“G-Georgie! Th-Thank God.” Bill spoke breathlessly, scooping his brother into his arms. “D-Don’t you ever wa-wander off ag-gain!”

“Yeah, Georgie. Your brother almost– OH MY GOD, A CLOWN!” Richie screamed, falling on his ass. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What the–”

Eddie slapped him across the face, successfully silencing him. “Beep beep, Richie!” Had it been anyone else, Richie would’ve slapped them right back. Richie looked away shamefully, holding his tingling cheek.

“Richie, you don’t have to be afraid!” Georgie explained. “This is my new friend, Pennywi–” When the boy turned to face his friend, the curtains of the caravan were drawn shut. Georgie frowned deeply, looking down at his balloon animal. “Pennywise…”

Bill smiled sadly, reaching out for his brother’s hand. “Come on, i-it’s getting la-late.” He said, to which Georgie sighed and took his hand. “Can we come back tomorrow? Please Billy?”

“W-We’ll have t-to ask mom a-and dad, but I-I don’t s-see wh-why not.” Georgie smiled hopefully, following Billy home with the rest of his friends.

“Thank you for taking me, Billy.” Georgie said, looking up at his big brother wish a kind smile.

“Of course, G-Georgie. It is y-your birthd-day after all.” Bill chuckled and led his brother home.

All the while, Pennywise was peaking out from behind the red suede curtains. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks as he choked back a sob. He wished he had someone who loved him as much as Billy loved Georgie. He wished he had a family to celebrate his birthday with. Hell, he didn’t even know when his real birthday was. He only knew the day he was abandoned at the circus by his parents. Penny just hoped Georgie would be back tomorrow.

#kid!penny #it fic #it #it au #pennywise #Pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise au #turned good au #the losers club #georgie denbrough #cottoncandy au #billy denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #stanley uris #bill denbrough #kid!pennywise #freak show

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A Guy Like That

Summary: Y/n has liked Peter for as long as she could remember… An incident involving Flash bullying Peter just may be the push Y/N needs to confess her feelings?

Requested: No (I was kinda inspired by this song <–)

Word Count: 3.8k

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Warning(s)?: Light cussing, Bullying, teen angst, sERVER fLUFFF?!

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A Guy Like That…

“Y/N.…” You stood by your locker, leaning against it with your arms crossed over your chest. You bit your lip sub consciously, watching him from down the hall.

“Y/N…” You didn’t care that your best friend was busy trying to get your attention. All your focus was currently on the curly headed boy who stood down the hall, by his own locker smiling and laughing with his friend. You could see his smile reach his cheeks causing a small dimple to appear near his mouth. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he laughed at something his friend said, causing your own smile to widen in adoration.

“Are you even listening to me?” Obviously not.

You shook your head quickly and glanced over at your best friend. Knowing this was very typical of you she just rolled her eyes in response, placing her last book into her locker before closing it.

“You know what your doing could be considered… creepy” She says, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. You glanced away from her with a shrug and stared off into the boy’s direction again.

“I don’t care…” You trailed off, watching him smile and laugh again at whatever his friend had said to him this time. How could you not admire him?

“You can just walk over there and start talking to him… you guys do share like three classes together” Liz, your best friend states as she watched you with a small smile.

“I don’t care...” You responded back dreamily, too entranced with admiring the boy from afar.

“Or you could grab his face and finally just kiss him” She finishes, this time with a big smile on her face.

“I don’t- wait what!?” You turned away to look Liz in the eyes. She only smirked at your reaction. She turns around to her own locker and makes sure it’s locked, wrapping an arm around yours to pull you away.

“Are you crazy?! I can’t just go up to him and… kiss him. That would be weird and besides… I think he likes someone else…” You trailed off, knowing this conversation was taking a very familiar turn. Liz rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“He doesn’t like anybody else!” She lets out with a frustrated laugh. You stopped still, causing Liz to stop as well and turn to face you.

“You haven’t seen it Liz…” You state, a familiar frown beginning to etch it’s way onto your face. Liz just sighs in response, knowing whatever she says you won’t even consider to be the truth. You were stubborn like that, and have been ever since 5th grade.

“I have seen it… you’re the one who hasn’t” She states, pulling on your arm again to continue walking down the hall. Once again your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Of course you had seen it… The guy you liked was in love with your best friend. How could you not see that?

“Hey babe” You rolled your eyes in annoyance once you heard his voice.

“Hey sweetie” Liz replied in an equally sickly tone. You pretended to gag, making some noises causing them both turn to you.

“Y/N… always a pleasure’‘

’'Flash… hardly ever” You reply sarcastically sending them both a sarcastic smile to go with it. Liz just laughed and hugged Flash’s side, enjoying her two closest friends bicker between each other. You and Flash kind of have a love hate relationship. Frenemies… I guess you could say.

You walked away from the nauseating couple and headed into physics.

~Class

“Large transformers, when used for some time, become very hot and are cooled by circulating oil. The heating of the transformer is due to….Y/N?” You head rose once you heard your name mentioned.

“Umm…” You murmured out, glancing down to your sheet to look for your answer.

“Both the heating effect of current and hysteresis loss?” Your answer came out as more of a question seeing you were always nervous if ever you got picked on to answer a question in class, even if you were positive it was correct.

Your teacher smiled happily at you, nodding in your direction. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as your nerves began to dwindle. Your teacher turned around and back to the board, wiping away the day’s lesson. A few grunts where heard from some students who still hadn’t had copied all the notes down. She turned back around once the board was cleaned and beamed a smile.

“Now class… for the part of the lesson you’ll all enjoy… how about a game?” Cheers began to erupt around the room at the mention of playing a game. She shook her head and let out a soft chuckle.

“A…. physics game” She states, causing everyone’s hype of excitement to dwindle.

“We are going to split the room up into girls and boys, each will select a representative to stand up in front of the class and answer questions, each group will give me ten questions each to contribute as I read them aloud to those who are selected. Each will get 30 seconds to think of an answer and the first to raise their hand and give the correct answer will score a point for their team” She finishes. This seemed to boost everyone’s curiosity a little.

One of the students raised their hand.

“Will you be picking the representatives?” The teacher shook her head in response. She then divided the class up into girls and boys, boys being on the left and girls being on the right side of the classroom. You could hear the boys all electing one person, coming to their decision pretty quickly. However with the girls…

“Bags not it” One of the girls said, raising a thumb to press against her forehead, many others followed also repeating her words ‘bags not it’. You rolled your eyes at their childishness.

“I say we take a vote” Another spoke up, wanting to get this over and done with. You agreed with her, nodding your head to the group. There were only 14 of you altogether so picking someone shouldn’t be so hard.

“I say we go around the group and say each name… the one with the most hands in favor gets to go up” One of the girls snickered. You shied back a bit, just wanting to get this over and done with. Slowly they went around the group, calling out a girls name and each one of you girls either raising your hand in favor of them going up or not. You were second last to be called up and so far the most a girl has gotten was 5 hands.

The girl who was took charge came around to you and stopped with a smirk.

“and Y/N?” Alost all the girls hands had rose. Your eyes widen as you shook your head rapidly.

“Why me?” You whined, not liking the idea to go up in front of the class to do a… round off.

“Because you average like a 98 in this class… and besides I really hate losing to the boys every time… all because of Penis bloody Parker…” Your eyes widen again.

Before you could utter out any more words the teacher interrupted your train of thought.

“Time’s up!” She called out, causing everyone to hop back into their seats. You stayed seated on of the desks at the front, beginning to feel the nerves creep up on you.

“And who will be the representative for the boys?” The Teacher asked, the boys beginning to cheer in response. Flash stood up and straightened his jacket causing your eyes to roll.

“Sit down flash!” One of the boys called out causing you to laugh. You watched curiously as the boy you least expected rose and made his way over towards the front of the class.

Peter bloody Parker.

“And for the girls?” You shamefully stood up slowly and began to make your way in front of the board.

“Aye! look at you, acting all brave Y/N-” You could hear Flash begin to call out before you hastily interrupted him.

“Shut it, dickwad” You responded in a bored tone.

“Language!” Your teach called out. The students, however, erupted into fits of laughter between yours and Flash’s interaction. This occurred on a daily basis which seemed to serve entertainment to the rest of the class. The teach also quite enjoyed watching you two bicker but ,of course, would never admit to that.

“Let’s begin!”

~Last question

“Radiocarbon is produced in the atmosphere as a result of….” The Teacher trailed off, reading the very last question aloud to both you and Peter. So far Peter had 10 points to your 9. You needed to get this question to even tie with him.

You and Peter had stood closer and closer as the questions went on, growing more comfortable with each others presence. After the 6th question you guys started to become less nervous, and in fact started making silly faces at each other to throw the other one off of the question. This caused the class to laugh at you guys as you tried to distract each other so the other could get the question right.

“Polar bears… Polar bears… think… Polar bears” You mumbled only loud enough for Peter to hear you. He turned to you frustrated with a smile and shook his head, losing his train of thought.

“C-collision…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to use.

“Fluffy animals… fluffy animals… with cute miniature handbags” You mumbled again, causing Peter to laugh this time. You smiled in achievement and quickly thought up your answer.

“Collision between fast neutrons and nitrogen nuclei present in the atmosphere” You answered smoothly with a smirk.

“That is correct!” The teach beamed in response, the girls cheering. Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

“That’s cheating!” He says through his laughter, causing you yourself to laugh. The Teacher just shook her head in response, her own smirk making her way onto her face.

“How is it cheating?” You asked back innocently. He stared at you dumbstruck with a smile.

“You were mumbling on about… freaking polar bears and miniature freaking hand bags!” He called out, his smile obviously giving him away. You stood there and just laughed, nodding your head.

“I don’t recall saying such things” You replied innocently with a smirk. Peter shook his head at you and smile a tight lipped smile, both your cheeks growing red due to the amount of laughing and smiling you guys had been doing for the past 10 minutes.

“But you did!” He countered back with a smile. You gasped with fake shock. Jokingly you turned towards the teacher, raising a hand to point towards Peter.

“Your honor this boy is lying” You called out sassily causing the class to laugh in chorus again. The Teacher just smiled and shook her head at both your guys antics. Peter just threw his hands up in the air and laughed.

“Oh my god!” he called out, throwing his head back as he laughed. You couldn’t help but to admire the sweet sound that escaped his lips, you smiled even more when you realised you were the cause of it.

The bell rang shortly after, cutting your laughing short. The class began to pack up their things as the teach instructed what was needed for our next lesson. You headed back towards your desk and packed up your things, leaving the classroom. You couldn’t help but to let the smile stay on your face as you left the room, almost with a skip to your step.

“Someone looks awfully happy all of a sudden” Liz states as she approaches you, just returning from her maths class herself. You smiled over to her and went inside your locker and packed your things away, getting ready to head into the cafeteria for lunch.

“Just had an awesome class” You responded cheerily.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain brown eyed boy now would it?” She asks cheekily with a smirk. You lightly slapped her arm causing her to laugh at your flustered expression.

“Maybe-” You were cut off by the amount on people beginning to form a circle down the hall. Your eyes furrow in curiosity as you glanced over towards Liz, dragging her along with you to see what was going on.

There in the middle stood none other than Flash… of course it was him.

You turned on your heel and began to walk away, not wanting to see what Flash was doing this time.

“You think that’s funny Parker!” You heard Flash yell angrily. You immediately stop and your eyes widen in shock.

“F-flash…” You could hear Peter’s voice mumble out in response. You shook your head as you closed your eyes, clenching your hands into fists at your sides.

“Look around Peter…” You could hear Flash’s voice taunts. You could practically feel the nerves and fear radiating off of Parker himself. You bit your lip as you heard no one do anything to stop this. That was what sickened you about high school, people were willing to stand around and watch others get hurt. Like it was some form of entertainment.

“No one here even likes you…” You could hear Flash torment. You tried to steady your breathing, in through your nose and out through your mouth.

“In fact… let’s take a census” You could hear a few people begin to cheer in agreement. You groaned and turned back around, heading towards the circle.

“Flash…” You could hear Liz speak to her boyfriend, trying to get him to back down. He was a bully, he wasn’t going to back down.

“No, the people of Midtown High need to hear this!” He calls out, causing Liz to move away from him shyly. You rolled your eyes and made your way towards the front of the circle. Not that the people moved out of there way for you or anything.

“Say Peter… how many of your friends are… girls?” Flash gloats, stepping closer and closer towards Peter. Peter visibly stiffens and goes beet red.

“Your gonna want to answer this honestly to avoid a repeat of what happened last time…” Flash threatens in a low voice. Your eyes widened in fear for Peter… How dare Flash do this. You glanced over to Liz for help and she met your gaze with a worried one. Flash was taking things too far this time.

“In all honesty Peter… how many friends do you have?” He taunts loudly, causing everyone in the hall to hear. You could see more and more people joining the circle. You bit your lip nervously as you saw the crowd grow bigger and bigger. You glanced between Peter and Flash, wanting to so badly do something… anything.

“How many...girlfriends?” He teases. You watch as Peter shrinks back and visibly gulps.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t just stand here and watch the guy your practically in love with cop this shit of this asshole- Wait… what?

“Knock it off Flash” You spoke up quietly from the group. Flash upon hearing you glanced up and looked towards you, his smirk growing.

“You gonna stand up for this loser Y/N?” He taunts, causing almost everyone’s attention to fall onto you. But you were only looking in one direction, and that was Peter’s. You watched as a frown settled across his normally bright features. That smile that you adore so much had disappeared along with his infectious laugh.

Screw it.

“Yeah actually… I am” You spoke up, this time confidently. You left the circle and walked towards Peter and stood beside him. Flash just seemed to laugh in response.

Inside you could feel the nerves eating away at you but you didn’t want to let it show. For once you were going to stand up to Flash.

“Oh look Peter… seems like you do have a girlfriend after all…” Flash snickers as the crowd laugh along with him, some with their phones out recording the whole interaction.

It was now or never.

“So what if he does?” You spoke, reaching for Peter’s hand. You watched as he stiffened at the gesture and grow even more nervous. You couldn’t help but to let out a small smile at the feel of his hand in your, tingles beginning to spread through your now warm palm.

“You jealous?” You countered back causing the group to 'ohh’ at your response. Flash’s gaze only seemed to harden.

“Yeah right… you would never go out with a guy like him…” Flash spoke up causing the group to laugh again. Your mouth dropped in shock. A guy like him?! You wanted to lose it.

“A guy like him!? A guy that’s smart and has a gpa above a 5.0? A guy that’s sweet enough to hold a door open for you when you walk into a classroom. A guy that is so funny he can have you in stitches? A guy that actually smiles instead of smirks all the damn time?” With each sentence you took a step closer and closer towards Flash, your hand leaving Peter’s as you did so. Flash’s face seemed to drop little by little with each word you spoke.

“A guy that is… so honest, loyal and kind?” Your voice began to drop.

“A guy that… makes all the others guys look like amateurs?” You finished, your voice coming out more confident at the end.

“Yeah… I would” You said before turning back around and began walking towards Peter. You took in his facial expression. His cheeks tinged red, his eyes widen in adoration and his mouth slightly parted, seeming utterly shocked.

You placed a hand onto both of his cheeks, walking up to him so close that your noses were nearly touching. Your hands began to tingle at the intimate contact. Your eyes raked his for any signs of uncertainty.

“kiss me…” You whispered only loud enough for him to hear. Funnily enough the crowd seem to disappear from your mind, your only focus being on Peter. His eyes seem to widen even more at your request.

“W-w-what?” He stuttered out, his eyes glancing down to your lips for a second before looking back into your eyes. You watched in pure admiration as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming to be deep in thought.

“L-look… thank you for what you did… standing up to F-flash like that… seriously… Thank you so fucking much… but you don’t have to… I mean… Wow your really close and I can’t even think straight…” You smiled as he began to mumble.

“I get your doing this to be nice… But I actually really friggin like you and kissing you has been a dream of mine since like…. forever.. and- I have no idea why I just said that... I can’t stop talking…. your actually close to me… And wow your even more beautiful up close and there’s still a huge crowd watching us and…. God I can’t even breathe…” Your heart melted at his words.

’'Every…single…time you manage to take my breath away and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get it back…“ His voice broke at the end of his confession causing your heart to beat even faster inside your chest. You couldn’t wait anymore. Your stomach was filled with butterflies and excitement at this point, so much it almost felt like you wanted to burst at the seams.

Peter’s glance drifted towards your lips with a look of want crossing his glance. You closed your eyes and closed the gap, pulling his face towards yours.

Your lips came into contact with his and you felt your stomach drop. Kind of felt like you were on a roller coaster and this huge drop has come out of nowhere, adrenaline pumping through your veins along with excitement and fear. That was what it felt like.

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, not caring anymore that there was an audience surrounding you guys. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you lightly tugged at his curls, deepening the kiss further. You could feel your whole body light on fire at his touch, the warmth spreading from his hands, all the way up your spine and to your lips.

Peter could feel his heart hammering inside of his chest and was sure that you could hear it but in this moment he didn’t care. He held you close and kissed you, seeming to convey his feelings in such a way that words couldn’t. You picked up on this and exchanged it back through the kiss, showing him as much passion as you could. This took him by surprise as he felt his heart flutter.

You liked him too.

You slowly began to lean away, needing to breathe as did he. You rested your forehead against his, a blush coating both of your cheeks.

Happiness. The only thing you could really say was going through you right now. You couldn’t help but to smile at Peter as he smiled back, looking at you with such love you thought didn’t even exist.

’'Scratch that… I think I’m in love with you’'

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A/N: Another random Fluffy Imagine! it’s 1am so I’m sorry if this is kinda fuzzy!!!!

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tom holland #tom holland imagine #spiderman #spider-man: homecoming #spiderman imagine #a guy that #donttellpeterparker

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