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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟJAY JO x fem!character

Desperate Love 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

Warning: R-18, violence, angsty, smut, hate speech or slurs, Drug/alcohol abuse/addiction, Stalking or harassment, obssession, toxic love, dark romance.

PART 1

Next Part: Part 2

YESHINA BLAIR’S POV

A maniac laugh filled the room as I blew the smoke from my vape. I threw a bored look to Wooin as I rode my bike backwards. Joker kept attacking the punching bag as if it’s going to kill him. And Vinny was sitting across the room with a deadly stare.

“You? Going to Sunny High School? You must be an idiot for saying that in front of me.” Wooin said as he put his both hands on his pockets.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m quitting for those douchebags who are better than you.” I said as blew the smoke from the side of his face. The smirk vanished from his face as he took a step closer to me, cornering me with his predatory presence.

“Do you take this for a joke? Let me remind you, those losers will meet their fate just the same as Mahon Jo did.” he said as he glared at me. My lips parted as I looked at Vinny who’s now emotionless or looked angry. He always looks like that so I can’t tell if he’s affected or what.

“Good, then let me help them to prevent that from happening.” I tapped his shoulder. His whole body still as he filled in rage. I knew the moment I turned my back away from him, he would grab my hair tightly. It’s not like an attack, his grip is not that hard but it’s enough to make me stop from walking.

Vinny was alarmed therefore he stood up as he put his hands on his pockets. On the other hand, Joker looked disturbed from his usual routine. His eyes went to us, watching as if we were entertaining.

“Hey, knock it off.” Vinny shouted at us but Wooin ignored him.

“If you go to them, I swear I’ll destroy everything that you worked for. This is not a children’s play, Yeshina. The moment you join here, your body and soul will be here until you die, you get it?” Wooin whispered those words as he watched my eyes carefully.

I scoffed as I slapped his hand away. I knew better from punching him because that will just make him more angry and our dispute will not end, and I’m sick of it.

“Wow, can’t wait for that, dipshit. Can you do me a favor? Stop interfering with my life, you obsessed asshole.” I remarked as I glared at him before I threw his vape that I’ve been using. It hit his chest but he managed to catch it fast.

When I was walking away from that room, I heard his laugh in disbelief. As if he couldn’t believe that I would dare to say those things to him. Serves him right. He’s always been an obsessive shit who likes to interfere with everything, when I mean everything, this includes my social life, my romantic relationships, or let’s say my whole interaction with a human being!

We grew up together, but he’s never been a friend or bestfriend. The tension between us grew stronger as we grew up. I knew he was just a rich nerd but who would know that he’s just a dickhead who is also a drug dealer. I couldn’t stay away from him, not only because I grew up with him. Because of that damn vow that I promised to him that he still holds against me every time I threaten to leave him.

We were great friends back then, sure. But it’s all gone when he chose them over me. That illegal business he has.

“How long are you going to stay like that?” I was surprised to see Vinny outside. He was leaning against his bike .

“What do you mean?” I asked as I mounted my bike.

“You know that asshole will never stop even if death pulls you two apart. Heck, even in hell he would still follow you and chain you.” Vinny said as he typed something on his phone.

I scoffed.

“Where is this anger coming from? Past issues? Or to be specific, our past issue?” I teased him. He glared at me as he turned his back away from me.

“Our next match is near, don’t be late in training later.” he said as he started to walk away.

“Well, no words for your former friends since I’m on my way to see them?” I shouted as I wore my helmet. He was stopped from walking as he tilted his head on his side. I bet his red eye was filled with fury by now.

“Just get lost.” he spouted before he left me. I just chuckled.

When I arrived at the school, many students were scattered around. Some of them were looking at me as they whispered gossip about me with each other. I rolled my eyes as I ran my fingers through my ginger hair.

“Shit, another foreign girl in our school?!”

“This must be my lucky day!”

“I’ll ask her out, watch me later.”

My eyes went to the bleachers and I saw a group of familiar faces. It’s Jay jo, Dom, and the rookie of the Hummingbird. I heard Shelly was in the states to get her visa. That means Jay jo is all alone right now. But the thing is, I also heard that Shelly chose to leave Korea because there are mixed signals happening between her and Jay jo. I don’t know if they’re still in a relationship or just have a misunderstanding.

“Am I just hallucinating or I’m really seeing Yeshina with both eyes?” I heard Dom’s voice. He squeezed his eyes to get a better look. I grinned as I waved my hand.

My heart stopped from beating when I watched how Jay Jo turned his head from the book towards me. He shifted his attention to me as his poker face was watching me the whole time. His lips pursed as his eyes came back to the book he’s reading, he ignored my presence like I’m a disturbance or something.

“Hi, I’m going to study here for good.” I said with a smile. Dom’s lips were parted as he shared a meaningful look with Jay.

“You will study here?” Dom asked again.

“Exactly what I said.” I scoffed. He continued to talk but I was already heading towards Jay. I sat down on the bleachers while he was still giving me the cold shoulder. I met them because I helped them through the match, and we got really along. Well except for Shelly of course, she’s still mad at me for being a bother.

I looked over Jay jo and caught a glimpse of the written text on the book. Physics. What’s with nerds and their obsession with numbers?

“Being an academic achiever and cyclist at the same time must be exhausting.” I whispered. He just looked at me before he proceeded to read again.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tease you for being like that because I’m an academic achiever too and a cyclist at the same time.” I said and that caught his attention.

“Does… your family also force you to be like that?” he asked as if he was remembering something. I shrugged as I stared at the book.

“From where I came from, being an academic achiever is a must. Of course, my parents would pressure me like always. I couldn’t do anything about it because I felt satisfied with being an academic achiever too. I feel like my life would be a waste if I didn’t get an honor.” I said.

“Hmm…” he just hummed.

“Though I’m not good with numbers. Hell, I despise them. I’m such a slow poke when it comes to formulas. However, I’m good with words, essays, and english. I’m excellent with that by the way.”

“I see…” he said. I just nodded my head.

“Let’s race, compete against each other. I haven’t raced against you. If you win, I’ll do all your English essays, but if I win, you have to tutor me with physics.” I said as I stood up.

“Huh?” Dom asked, confused with all commotion.

“Shit! This can’t be, Yeshina Blair is competing against senior Jay jo?!” The freshmen screamed and they caught everyone’s attention.

Jay Jo just threw me a bored look as he flipped the pages of his damn book.

“This moron can’t even take me seriously.” I grabbed my hair in frustration.

“I don’t need someone to do my school work.” he just said, ignoring me totally.

“Are you taking it easy because I’m a girl or my crew is not known unlike yours?” I said as I put my hands on my hips. It’s not like I’m looking forward to telling them which crew I’m part in though.

Actually, I haven’t been in a match. Only once or twice in early matches. Wooin doesn’t like exposing me to the public because he treats all of this as a game. A game where all predators are wandering around and prey like me can be caught within a second, he says.

Jay Jo froze about what he’s been doing. He looked at me with a poker face as he sighed. He closed the book with his right hand before he stood up in front of me. I had to look up because he was too tall for me.

“What? Which part am I right? Is it because I’m a girl or my crew wasn’t pathetically famous like yours?” I said to provoke him.

“Pathetic? Who are you calling pathetic, Yeshina? Damn, is that what everyone thinks about us?” Dom said in an exaggerated tone as if he was in pain.

“Then prepare your pen because you have a lot of things to write.” Jay Jo said in a deep tone, he sounds so confident that it almost scared me. I just laughed maniacally.

We both went to our bikes. I mounted my bike as I locked my helmet while he did the same thing with smooth movement. His emotionless face and eyes were in front, didn’t even bother to look at me. I smirked as I gripped tightly with my bar.

“What’s happening?”

“It looks like that pretty foreign girl challenged Jay jo!”

“She’s so hot!”

“Do you think I will have a chance with her?”

“Not in hell, dork."

“Why did Jay Jo get to pull so many beautiful women? I just don’t understand.”

“Maybe because you’re not smart like him.”

“You moron!”

“This is crazy! Should I call June? He would like to watch this.” Dom said as he grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Jay. Did I also mention that the real bet was you have to break up with Shelly if you lose?” I said emotionlessly. He was stilled, he looked at me with an unexplainable emotion. I don’t know if it’s irritation or anger.

He remained silent but I can tell that the tension between us grew stronger. I grinned like a devil, a habit that I adapted from Wooin.

Now the game begins.

They all know that I was just an average cyclist, they have no idea where I came from.

“Alright, remember this is just a friendly match, Jay okay? No need to push harder–"

“Just go on with it.” Jay Jo’s cold voice startled Dom.

“Geez, what’s with this nerd? Alright, in 3, 2, 1!”

I stomped my pedals so hard and fast to the point the adrenaline started. Jay started with the fast pace in the beginning, my lips parted. I followed him from behind but I didn’t overtake him. Instead, I stayed behind him so I can save all of my energy while he serves as my windbreaker. He noticed it and he even looked behind me with his siren and lazy eyes. I smiled innocently to him.

He looked in front and started to move his bike on the side so I could face the wind alone. I just laughed. He started to sprint faster which left a big gap of distance between us and it was impossible that I could catch up with him.

I took a deep breath as I pushed myself up from my seat and started to sprint also. I managed to catch up with him, that's why he was alarmed. The corner welcomed us and I cursed under my breath. This jerk is excellent with every corner so I have to do it on my way.

I saw big metals. That's why I used it to turn my bike side. I flew up and managed to land a distance away from him. He gritted his teeth. He drifted in the corner and sprinting fast to catch up with me. Fortunately, I’m almost at the finish line.

When I thought I could make it, he overtook me with an incredible speed. So I had to use my last strategy against him.

“Do you think Shelly will ever come back? or she’s probably with Owen in her right now.” I said. He was distracted and looked disturbed. I can see hatred on his face.

But I felt like cold water splashed on me when I felt something behind me. He managed to catch up with that distance and we almost reached the finish line together. Unfortunately, he sprinted like there’s no tomorrow therefore he reached the finish line before with only 0.5 second.

We’re both catching our breath. I rested my forehead on my bike while sitting. Damn, I almost won. I heard Jay adjusted his helmet and put it on his bike.

“Way to go, Jay! I knew you would never take it easy.” Dom exclaimed.

“But you just said that he should take it easy, aren’t you?” the freshmen said.

“What?! I never did!”

I ignored them. I saw Jay approaching me. He stood in front of me and I saw all of the students were watching our interaction. The sweat was dripping on his temple and face but he still looked hot. It’s so unfair.

“Nice match. I enjoyed it. You must love your girlfriend too dearly. You never want to let her go huh?” I teased him but he just looked at me. He grabbed his bag and wore the strap on his back.

I was startled when he grabbed something inside of his bag and pushed it into my hands. It’s his books, loads of them. I threw him an annoyed look and rolled my eyes.

“Alright, let’s go.” I nodded my head. He arched his eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“To your place? Where do you think I will answer these books? On the road?” I said sarcastically.

“You can answer them in your home.” he said as if he’s stating the obvious.

“Wow, thanks, genius. I’ve never thought about that. Listen, I can't, okay? My… brothers will kill me.” Really Yeshina? Brothers? I cringed and I reminded myself that I would need to kill myself when I get gome for saying that.

He threw me a strange look. From that stare, I knew he would say “Not my problem”, but he held himself back, being a gentleman himself.

I followed him even though he thinks I'm a bother. Dom, June (I didn’t know he arrived here earlier), and other freshmen were following behind us. Jay, the nonchalant, kept his poker face as he strutted. His right hand was inside his pocket while the other one was holding his bike.

“Have you heard about Shelly, Jay? Our next match is near.” June asked but Jay just shook his head. I pursed my lips while listening to them.

“Oh man! Shelly must see me in my new physical form. I improved a lot!” Dom said. They continue to talk about Shelly but Jay was zoning out as if he doesn’t care about his surroundings.

“Look who’s here, brothers huh? What are you doing with this dipshit?” I froze when I heard that familiar voice. The atmosphere changed, Dom changed his stance as if he’s preparing if one of them will attack us, while June looked serious, and Jay looked emotionless.

The Sabbath Crew is here.

#webtoon #wind breaker #jay jo x reader #smut #wooin x reader #vinny x reader #toxic love #r 18 #plot twist #sabbath crew #princesscore #hummingbird

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ratterwolf · 2 years

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If Gwen was still on the deck she would 100% fight Bruce and Mickey every time they say something mean

#Imagine a deer with a long cigarette throwing hands at a hummingbird #And a huge bull just overseeing it #It goes like this every day around noon. Stella stopped bothering and just distributes popcorn through the rest of crew #Spiritfarer

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love-takes-work · 1 month

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Highlights from the stream:

Here are the anecdotes shared during the epic draw-fest. Nearly all of them have been shared elsewhere at least once, but the new ones for me were about Greg Universe's orientation and the prototypical name for what Steven and Pearl's Fusion was going to be.

Rebecca Sugar loved Peridot's floating fingers and wanted to do all kinds of fun things with them before they would be gone forever. That's why we see her making arrows with them and biting them nervously in the episode right before she loses them.

When selecting clips for promotional use, they tried to be super careful about not picking anything that would show Peridot's real hands before the reveal had been aired. They didn't want a promo to accidentally ruin that surprise.

While doing the show they had an "eye theory" where the three main Gems would always have a different number of eyes showing. Pearl had both her eyes visible; Amethyst usually had one covered; and Garnet had either no eyes showing or three eyes showing.

With Rebecca and Ian's decision to get married and the characters Ruby and Sapphire being based on them, they figured well, of course now they have to get married too. (Though Rebecca and Ian got to do so AFTER their characters did!)

One of Rebecca's "post-Future theories" is that Steven gets a Gibson Hummingbird guitar.

Cookie Cat was originally based off of Cookie Puss, a very strange Carvell ice cream cake. It had a complicated backstory, which was appropriate for working with their own characters' complicated backstory. The branding and packaging of the Cookie Cat is important within the show.

Jeff Liu composed the Cookie Cat theme on a Game Boy and pitched it.

Rebecca has a "theory" regarding how Steven and Connie's faces kind of "fit together" with Connie's face sticking out at the top and Steven's face sticking out at the bottom.

Rebecca used to do a lot of fan comics, and learned a lot about storytelling while practicing with others' worlds and characters. They love when people make things based on these characters.

The original appearance of Rainbow Quartz was inspired by a music video from the Cars that Rebecca loved when they were younger. The Cars are referenced a lot throughout the show because their videos were a huge inspiration to Rebecca.

Lapis is very much based on a character from one of Rebecca's comics from the art school days.

Everybody on the Crew had different ideas of how Steven's head connected to his body and how his hair worked; Rebecca felt that they learned from everyone's various ideas.

If you've heard that Rebecca was against Finn being in a relationship while working on Adventure Time, that is not true. Rebecca worked on lots of the Flame Princess episodes. Finn and Flame Princess were still together when Rebecca left the show (last episode "Simon and Marcy").

Greg Universe's sexuality was never explicitly stated on the show, but Rebecca thinks of him as sexually fluid. Regarding him as bisexual is also completely valid--and appreciated by Rebecca as a bisexual creator who puts lots of their own personal traits into characters and feels that bisexual characters are pretty rare. Greg's gender on the show is pretty solidly established as male, so Ian says he is probably not gender fluid, but Rebecca is fine with alternate headcanons about that too.

Some of the earliest concept art from "Mr. Greg" was everybody in suits. Getting everyone in a suit was a primary agenda.

Everyone also wanted Connie to have a Space Camp outfit in the earliest concepts for her design in the movie.

Rebecca used to love doing signings while doing the show because it was like a chance to come up for air and go back to work energized by knowing how many people were touched by the show.

Rebecca Sugar wanted Pink Diamond to feel a bit influenced/inspired, design-wise, by the work of Iwao Takamoto. Rebecca loved his work in the Hanna-Barbera Alice in Wonderland and on Sleeping Beauty.

Rebecca drew the rough of the poster's art and Danny Hynes did the colors. Rebecca loves that they got to do this poster because they didn't get to do the final Comic Con with any art depicting Future or beyond (the finale of Future coincided with the emergence of Covid, so everything was closed down), so this is their way of "going rogue" and doing it!

An early prototype of a Steven/Pearl Fusion was called Coral. Rebecca said maybe they could share some drawings of this Fusion sometime. Rebecca shared this factoid with the viewers while drawing Rainbow Quartz 2.0, and mentioned that Ian boarded the scenes including their introduction.

Rebecca would often draw Garnet with a huge smile on her face whenever Garnet was the requested character--even before Garnet had made an expression like that on any aired episode. They had to be careful not to drop any Garnet lore before viewers knew what her center was about. For the short period before "Alone Together" had aired that they were doing conventions, some people were getting mysteriously grinning Garnets and not being familiar with that expression, but once the episodes aired, they understood for sure.

Shelby Rabara, Peridot's voice actor, is a professional dancer, and she choreographed the tap-dancing in "Mr. Greg" as well as provided the foot-taps that you actually hear in the show during the dancing.

Rebecca thinks of art and writing as just two different ways of expressing what you mean--they're not exactly as different from each other as most people think.

Everyone on the Crew was so excited about Steven's neck as an older teen. Mainly because figuring out how Steven's head joins to his body was an issue in original SU.

Unfortunately, while it was also kinda nice to see so many people enjoying Rebecca's drawings and commentary, there was a lot of rudeness and obnoxiousness in the chat. I know, I know, it's expected; I too live on the internet. But I'm disappointed to say the chat was full of people demanding Black Diamond, or repeating their own name and what character they want every 3 seconds (like, literally, pasting it over and over again for a long period of time), or harassing them about "weird Ed Edd and Eddy art," or spamming "REBECCA WHAT WAS IN THE CHEST," or wanting constantly for them to say hi to them personally, or repeatedly asking if Rebecca has read Homestuck. Or even writing snotty things like "maybe you should stop drawing and get up and give us a new season." Holy shit. can u not

(I didn't want to get a live-signed one, but I did get one of these to be sketched later! Mine is supposed to get Lion on it. I love Rebecca and the SU crew for bringing us new art and fun discussions in 2024.)

#steven universe #rebecca sugar #su art #myblog

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florencemtrash · 10 months

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Hummingbird: Chapter Three

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

Warnings: Terrible science jargon

It was almost silly how quickly the world returned to normal.

Alchemax was splashed on every local newspaper, website, social media account, and TV channel for a solid week before complaints shifted to the neverending construction on the streets of New York. The subway somehow got tighter, packed bodies grumbling about the thirty minutes added to their commute after ten subway cars had fallen through a spot and landed in the Hudson river.

But the events never faded away from your consciousness. The only way you could fall asleep was by leaving all the lights on. It racked up your electric bill like hell, but you couldn’t stand seeing the shadows creep along the wall as nighttime descended on the city - it reminded you too much of the Spot’s blank face and how he managed to stare into your soul without eyes.

Then there was the growing problem of your forgetfulness. You’d never been the best at keeping track of belongings - Mamá always blamed it on your creative brain - but now everything was being misplaced. The alarm clock would disappear from the nightstand and appear in the kitchen, your sock collection was dwindling every day and never making it into the dirty hamper, for Christ’s sake you still hadn’t found your favorite yellow sneakers and it was irritating you to hell and back.

I’m losing my goddamn mind. You often found yourself thinking.

You threw yourself into work, staying in the classroom late to grade and lesson plan until the night crew got used to vacuuming around your feet. You took on extra projects at the Academy, signing up to run after-school detention and volunteering for props and set design for this year’s spring musical “The Addams Family.”

Anything to stay out of your apartment. Anything to keep you from being alone.

Three empty coffee cups mocked your bleary eyes as you sat hunched over the sewing machine after hours. Cheap black lace trailed off the table, slowly shortening as you incorporated the material into Morticia’s dress.

“Fuck!” You hissed in pain and stuck your thumb in your mouth, sucking away the blood from your fourth needle prick of the night. At this rate you’d have more holes punched into you than swiss cheese.

It was time to give up for tonight.

Before you could forget you slipped the stolen Brooklyn Visions Academy uniform from your bag and hid it in the bottom-most cubby in the storage room. The sleeping bag and pillow from your apartment were also stuffed there, ready for Miles to use whenever he needed an extra break from being a superhero. You suspected Gwen had also been sneaking by to visit Miles now that she had more freedom to explore the multiverse - hence the spare uniform.

“How’s he doing?” You’d asked Miles earlier that day. Miguel’s unspoken name had lingered on the tip of your tongue, forcing the color to rise into your cheeks. Luckily Miles knew exactly who you were talking about.

A knowing grin grew on his face, “Not too bad. He seems more on edge than usual, but I hear he’s working on his temper.”

“He’s not body slamming any more teenagers?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Good.” You paused, “If he gives you any more trouble, send him my way. I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”

Miles saluted you, “You got it.”

You meant it as a joke… but you also wanted a reason to see him again.

You were just about to switch the light off in your classroom when a flash of yellow caught your eye. Tucked behind a stack of newsprint, the vine charcoal rubbing away on your fingers as you carefully lifted the papers, was your prized pair of yellow converse.

It was too late to think about how they’d ended up so far from home, so you tossed them in your bag, threw out the coffee cups, and saved your muddled mind the trouble of figuring it out tonight.

The midnight subway car was filled with the usual Friday-night suspects - overworked nurses, loners just killing time, drunk party goers covered in more glitter than a kindergartener’s Valentine’s day card, and you.

You didn’t miss Richard, not really. What you really missed was coming home to someone and the feeling of another body weighing down the right side of the bed. More recently you’d been imagining what it would be like to come home to Miguel.

You kicked off your shoes at the bottom of the landing, shuffling up the steps and pulling off your clothes as you went, modesty be damned. By the time you face planted on your bed, hair still damp from the shower, it was nearing 2am and Miguel still hadn’t left your mind. He’d planted himself in your thoughts like a spider too high up on a wall for you to squash and too large for you to ignore.

Mercifully you didn’t have to endure the pains of a schoolgirl crush for very long. Sleep dragged you under and you welcomed it as your mind finally went quiet.

You awoke with a start, suffocating under the heavy blankets that you’d buried yourself in last night. You’d been dreaming again about the collider. You’d been dreaming about Miguel - this time in a feverish haze that left your mind in a puddle on the floor.

How was it possible that a stranger could occupy so much space in your mind? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he’d held you like you were everything and then left without saying goodbye.

But you weren’t complete strangers…

“Aren’t you his wife?”

Miles had asked the question so innocently and Miguel hadn’t said anything against it, so it must be true. Somewhere, in some other universe, you’d been married to one another.

Are you thinking about me too? You wondered, opening your eyes in hopes of chasing the memory of him away.

…Maybe you were still dreaming, because the last time you checked you hadn’t fallen asleep under a tree in Central Park. And even if you had, you highly doubted you could have lugged your mattress and bed frame with you all the way from Brooklyn.

Oh por el amor de Dios.

The glorious thing about New York City is that everyone knew how to mind their own business. So when people saw a high school art teacher in Star Wars pjs leap for joy upon finding a $5 bill on the ground, they didn’t question it.

You were so ecstatic about saving yourself the two-and-a-half hour walk back to Brooklyn that you didn’t remember a highly important piece of information until after you hopped off the subway - you didn’t have your keys or your phone.

Joder.

Your forehead knocked against the front door of your apartment building with an audible clunk.

“Por el amor de la mierda, ¿por qué mi vida es así?” You muttered under your breath.

“Y/n?” Your landlord, Mrs. Fleming, pushed her tortoise-shell glasses higher up on her face, the thick lenses magnifying her eyes to bug-like proportions. “Oh it is you, my dear.”

You groaned, color rushing into your cheeks as you turned around sheepishly. “Good morning, Mrs. Fleming.”

The elderly woman gave you a once-over look, crocheting needles clicking together as she rummaged around in her bag for her keys, “The old walk of shame, I see.”

“What?! Wait, no-this isn’t-I’m not-”

She patted you on the back before unlocking the door and holding it open for you, “I only use the turn of phrase because that’s what you young folks call it. Ain’t nothing shameful in it. It’s good of you to get out there. I never did like Richard much.”

You were at a loss for words.

Mrs. Fleming, sprightly as she was for her age, followed you up to your apartment with her extra set of keys jingling merrily in her hands.

“Now, you have a good rest of your weekend, dear.” She said once you’d been graciously let into your apartment, “And don’t forget your keys next time!”

“Thanks Mrs. Fleming.” You said. Her amused chuckle echoed through the air as she shuffled off to her own apartment.

You sprawled out on the ground where your bed should have been, trying to even out your breathing as the reality of the morning’s events crashed down around you like a house of cards.

This can’t be happening. ¿Qué diablos me pasa?

You rolled onto your stomach, repeatedly banging your face into a spare pillow to muffle the sound of your aggravated screams.

The pillow accepted your frustration with little complaint until something in you just snapped.

All at once the pillow disappeared from beneath you and then blinked into existence by the closet allowing your face to crash into the floor unprotected.

You grabbed at your burning nose, eyes swimming with tears of pain as you registered what had happened.

“No… oh no.”

>>>

The rain beat down irregularly, fluctuating back and forth from being barely a drizzle to a torrential downpour.

You gripped an empty to-go cup in your hand, the tea you’d hoped would calm your nerves long gone.

It took you three hours to make it here. First you kept teleporting your keys away every time you touched them, futilely chasing them around the apartment. Then you’d nearly gotten hit by a taxi and teleported yourself to the bathroom of a tea shop on the Upper West Side. Miraculously your powers had quieted after that, allowing you to get on the subway and here without incident.

A familiar figure made its way down the block, hood up to protect from the rain.

“Miles!” You leapt up from your seat, racing across the street to the annoyed honking of two taxis.

“Miss Y/l/n? How’re you doing?” Miles narrowed his eyes in worry, seeing the way your fingers nervously pulled at a loose string from your sweater, “What happened to your face?” The flesh around your nose was red and tender, slowly transforming into a purple bruise.

“I’m sorry for bothering you like this, but I didn’t know where else to go.” You looked around carefully before lifting the cup in the palm of your hand.

You furrowed your brow in concentration, willing that same power within you to snap into place again.

“What’s supposed to-”

“Just-just give me a minute.”

A minute passed, and nothing. Your heartbeat quickened as you grew more and more flustered.

“Miss Y/l/n are you sure you’re ok?” Skepticism and genuine concern laced his voice.

“I’m fine!”

Snap!

The cup blinked out of existence like an old-school television that had been turned off. Miles saw it reappear over the park across the street and land on a dog walker’s head. The man in question looked up at the sky bewildered, like he expected to find God there.

Miles’s wide eyes met yours.

“Oh shit.”

He pulled you into the empty alleyway behind his building, using his spider webs to straighten the trash cans that rolled around on the ground and clear out a space large enough for the two of you to comfortably stand side by side.

He hung close to the street, Gwen’s face shimmering to life above his wrist as he spoke with his back turned to you.

“Hey, Gwen. I’ve got a situation.” He whispered into the watch.

You caught snippets of their conversation, shrinking in your coat as you tried to suppress the anxiety growing in your chest. If there was anything you’d learned about your powers it was that they tended to flare up with your emotions.

“Do you think we can trust him with this? I don’t want anything to happen to her… Yeah, yeah. No, I understand. I’ll bring her in. See you later.”

Miles turned back to you, a strained smile on his face, “Sorry about that.”

“Miles, what’s going on?” “I got to bring you into Spidey HQ. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Miguel might.”

He unzipped his raincoat and hoodie, exposing the black and red spider-suit beneath and tugging on his mask.

Your heart gave a flip at the mention of your husband’s name (could you even call him that?). Would he be happy to see you again? Would things be awkward between the two of you?

A familiar watch flashed on his wrist as he began pressing buttons on the orange holographic screen. You’d seen it happen before, a portal of wild glitching colors pulsing to life in front of you, but that didn’t make it any less impressive. Miles stepped into it, dragging you along with him like he was just passing through any regular doorway.

He swept his arm outward, smiling at the expression on your face.

“Welcome to Spidey HQ, Miss Y/l/n.”

Your jaw dropped as you passed through the portal - an actual portal - to Miguel’s dimension.

Hundreds, no thousands, of Spider-People roamed the open air halls, some on two legs, some on four, some on wheels, and some just preferred to swing through the air on webs, catching and releasing the nimble strings with practiced grace from the walkways that crossed overhead like… well like a spider’s web.

Miguel certainly hadn’t wasted the spider concept when it came to their headquarters.

“I didn’t know there was a universe composed entirely of Spider-Men…Spider-People?… Spider…” A cat hissed at your feet when you nearly stepped on its tail as you blindly followed Miles through the crowd, “Spider-Things?”

“Sorry Spider-Cat!” Miles said as the feline grumbled, tail high in the air as it calmly leapt onto the wall and continued on its way as though gravity were only an inconvenience.

“Actually, every world has only one Spider-Person, but the Alchemax explosion last year ended up opening holes into other universes. Miguel created this place as a hub for Spider-People while everyone tries to fix the anomalies.”

“Anomalies?”

“Yeah, beings that have accidentally gotten stuck in another world.”

“Oh… yeah that makes total sense..” Your words trailed off as a roaring laugh caught your attention, “Is that… is that a dinosaur?”

You pointed at the group crowded around a cafeteria table howling with laughter. Burgers bounced on trays as the T-Rex doubled over to slap the table for dramatic effect.

“AY YO, REXA!” Miles shouted over your head, throwing his arms up wildly.

Rexa exposed razor sharp teeth in a grin and waved one short arm towards you. You returned a meek wave in return.

“That’s Rexa. She’s super funny. Just uh…” he covered his mouth before whispering in your ear, “Maybe don’t mention anything about her arms. She gets a little sensitive.”

“Oh…yeah, of course. No problem.”

Miles continued to lead you through the building, periodically taking breaks for you to catch up as you kept your eyes trained on everything except the path he’d carved in front of you. At one point you simply disappeared from view, reappearing four stories up in a psychiatrist’s office.

A tweed-suited Spider-Man jumped in his seat, dropping the box of tissues he’d been preparing to throw to his client.

“Oh! I… I’m so sorry.” You said, flustered at the sight of a sandy haired Peter Parker variant sobbing his eyes out into a spider plushie. You inched along the wall towards the door, “I’m just-I’m just going to make my way out.”

You closed the door as quietly as possible, turning around and coming face to face with Miles again. You jumped and snapped, this time landing on Rexa’s table, foot squishing her burger into roadkill.

You groaned and tilted your head up, watching Miles sail out the office window and swing his way down.

This was going to take a while.

There was no shortage of Spiderpeople to steal your attention, but finally after a few (uninterrupted) turns down pristine white hallways and an elevator ride into the belly of Spidey HQ, it was just you and Miles again.

From his lair, Miguel traced your figure with his eyes. When you caught sight of the camera in the elevator, its red pupil narrowing in on you, you smiled sheepishly and waved. The small action made his stomach flip like a schoolboy who’d been given his first kiss.

He needed to pull himself together before he saw you face to face again.

“I’m just saying, I think this is a good thing, Miguel.” Peter B. said, swinging up to the platform and wrapping an arm around Miguel’s broad shoulders. Mayday crawled out and onto the control board, pressing buttons haphazardly and closing half the screens. She clapped her hands in wonder and Miguel grumbled half-heartedly.

Once she started walking, all bets were off. She’d be an absolute menace to Spider Society. Already she liked to treat Miguel like her personal playscape, crawling onto his shoulders and tugging at his brown curls.

Her antics almost made him smile… almost.

“If she’s here then that can only mean something’s wrong.” Miguel said, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen and ignoring Mayday as she slumped over his back, slowly sliding down his chest and into his waiting arms with a dramatic sigh.

You looked tired and nervous, fingers tugging at the strings of your raincoat. A purple bruise spread out from your nose, moving with the curve of your cheekbones. Had someone hurt you?

Miguel’s blood began to boil.

“Or,” Peter bumped his hips against Miguel’s, “it could mean she wants to see you again.”

“Stop that.” Miguel growled.

“Stop what?”

Stop giving me hope.

Miguel was about to bite back at Peter and wipe the mischievous grin on his face when the doors slid open. Miles’s voice rang through the empty space.

“These are all those anomalies I was telling you about. Doc Oc, Rhino, Sandman, Mysterio. I don’t even want to know who that is.”

“Why is it so dark in here?”

“Miguel likes to brood. I think he’s part vampire.”

Miguel tossed Mayday into her father’s arms, swiftly turning around and busying himself at the control panel to distract from the pounding of his heart. A dozen screens flashed to life above the control board and Miguel concentrated on none of them.

Peter grinned like a madman. This was going great.

“Miss Y/n!” He shouted out, throwing his hands in the air before hopping off the platform. Mayday squealed in delight and copied his actions. Miguel only cursed under his breath and rubbed his temples. Leave it to Peter to be the cause of 90% of his headaches.

“Looking good, teach!”

“Ummm… thanks?” You responded as Mayday grabbed at you with chubby fingers. You didn’t have much choice but to hold her as Peter thrust her into your arms. Fear jolted through you like a lightning strike and you quickly handed her off to Miles, the poor girl frowning and continuing to make grabbing motions at you. The last thing you wanted was to make Mayday disappear from your arms.

Peter tipped his head to the side but for once made no comment. He continued to chat you up, pulling small smiles from your lips and ignoring the way you kept glancing at Miguel as his platform slowly lowered to the ground.

He had his hands on his hips, bright red and blue Spider-suit cutting a striking silhouette against the dark background.

If he’d noticed you walking into the room, he didn’t show it and you tried your best not to deflate at that realization.

“Don’t worry. He just likes to make an entrance,” Miles whispered in your ear. And some entrance that was. He stepped off the platform, back tight and straight as he moved forward with measured, even footsteps.

Miles took one step forward, angling his body in front of you with a weariness in his eyes.

Miguel stopped, face betraying nothing as he looked you up and down once.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” The words would have sounded romantic coming from someone else’s lips, but from him they just sounded dry and clinical.

“Same here.” You said. The words came out breathlessly.

“What’s happened?”

His hand hovered in the air between you two before he swiftly dropped it to his side. He wanted to reach out and touch your face. He wanted to tilt your chin upwards so he could take a good look at the damage done to your nose and make sure you were ok. Perhaps if you’d been alone he would have allowed himself to do it, but as it was, they had company.

“We need your help, Miguel.” Miles cut through the tension, “Something’s up with Miss Y/l/n. She’s got powers now - teleportation similar to the Spot’s.”

His heart stuttered in his chest.

“Is that true?” he said, desperately looking to you for answers. The Spot’s powers had made him unstable in more ways than one and Miguel shivered to think about anything happening to you.

You nodded, “Things keep disappearing when I touch them. Sometimes I accidentally teleport to places when I’m frustrated. I didn’t realize what was going on until I woke up in Central Park last night.”

Miguel turned around, muttering under his breath as his mind raced a thousand steps ahead of him.

Of all the people this could have happened to, it had to be you. He thought he’d done the right thing by leaving you alone, forcing himself not to portal to your dimension every night. His multiversal travels had taught him a thing or two about the ways things operated. Some figures, like Peter Parker’s Spider-Man were well represented across worlds. Some figures, like himself, were harder to come by.

As for you? He only knew of three worlds where you existed - in one world, his actions had led to your death and the death of your daughter. In the second, Spot had murdered you in his quest to figure out Spider-Man’s identity.

And in this one…

Well he thought he’d been keeping you safe.

Teleportation was a dangerous ability - unpredictable and difficult to control. Left unchecked you could find yourself in front of a car speeding down the highway or at the top of Mount Everest or in a different dimension altogether, constantly glitching as your molecules broke apa-

“Wait,” Miguel stiffened, back tightening as he swiveled around on his heels, “Where’s your watch?”

“My watch?” you glanced at your naked wrist, “I mean I usually just check my phone for the t-”

“No, your day pass watch. The thing that stabilizes you in this universe.”

Miles’s eyes blew open. “Mierda. Sabía que había olvidado algo.”

“How long have you two been here?”

“Maybe two hours.” You guessed.

“And nothing’s happened?”

“Is something supposed to happen?”

Even Peter B. looked concerned. Panic rose in your chest and you threatened to snap. Miguel reached out and grasped your wrist, palm sliding down until you felt the weight and warmth of his hand wrapped in yours. He led you to the med bay, Peter and Miles following closely behind.

The paper atop the padded examination table crinkled as you took a seat, watching Miguel’s broad shoulders flex and stretch as he dug an extra watch out from the back of a cabinet.

“Lyla, run a scan of Y/n.”

The woman flickered to life in front of him. “What’s the magic word?” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Lyla.” He was in no mood for games today

“Ok, ok. Don’t be testy.” Lyla appeared in front of you, an orange scanner materializing in her hands that swept across your body with a cool touch. “Scan complete.”

“Here you go,” Miguel felt some relief pour back into his body as he fastened the watch around your wrist, hand lingering against your pulse like he wanted further confirmation that you were alive and well.

“Hey, why does she get one of the fancy ones?” Miles protested. The watch, identical to the ones worn by Miguel, Peter, and Miles flashed its face at you. It was far too elaborate and expensive to be just a day pass.

Miguel ignored him, walking over to one of the monitors and skimming through the output data.

“It took six months for Miguel to give me one of those bad boys,” The paper crinkled again as Peter hopped onto the table beside you, whispering, “Looks like someone’s got a favorite,” and earning a glare from Miguel.

Peter winked suggestively.

Miguel scowled.

Your cheeks turned a rosy red, your coat disappearing from around your shoulders and landing in a rumple at Miguel’s feet like the world’s worst suggestive gesture. Peter howled with laughter.

“No puedo creerlo.” Miguel whispered, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Lyla, am I looking at this right?”

“You sure are. Y/n’s DNA is perfectly stable. Not a trace of multiversal quantum poisoning to be found. And! Her radiation signature matches that of more than a thousand different universes. Bet you’ve never seen that before.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Hmmmm, let me think.” Lyla spun around in a digital office chair, waiting for her moment to break the dramatic pause. Miguel groaned - he would need to improve her code and tone down the dramatism. “Looks like packets of quantum energy from across the multiverse were released during the Alchemax hypercompact fusion explosion and merged with the only unaltered sentient lifeform in the vicinity.”

“Dios mio.”

At the end of her explanation she bowed gracefully, arm and fur-lined coat sweeping off to the side.

“Did you get any of that?” Peter asked out of the corner of his mouth.

“Peter, I took forestry as my science gen ed in art school and barely passed so… no.”

“Uhhh, can you repeat it for the rest of the class?” Miles piped up.

Lyla leaned forward, one hand on her hip and the other tipped her heart-shaped sunglasses onto her head.

“Y/n absorbed energy from a ton of different universes so as far as the multiverse is concerned, she doesn’t register as an anomaly. No glitching. No dying outside of her universe without a watch. No predicted multiversal collapse.” Lyla smiled. “Predicted.”

You looked less than pleased. The last month had been filled to the brim with life-altering events from finding out Miles was a superhero, to getting kidnapped and nearly dying, to finding out your variant’s husband was an all-too-attractive, brooding Spider-Man. It was getting to be too much - you were a teacher for crying out loud! Maybe you’d have handled it better if you were a crime-fighting detective, or a fancy scientist, or a millionaire with access to the latest tech and weapons. Instead you were just… you.

“Can you fix it?”

Miguel flinched at the look on your face. You were looking to him for help and for answers, but he couldn’t provide them in any satisfactory way. He’d never encountered anyone with your abilities.

The confusion and fear that came with discovering your powers - that was a journey all Spider-People went through, and they usually went through it alone.

Miguel sighed, “There’s nothing to fix, Y/n.” He said the words with a softness no one had heard from him in years, perhaps ever, “This is who you are now.”

“So I’m just going to be stuck like this forever?”

“Having powers isn’t so bad.” Peter chimed in with a small smile. “From time to time, it can actually be pretty awesome.”

You allowed a small, empty smile to grow on your lips. It was a smile Miguel was well acquainted with - the kind of smile that said I’m not fine, but I want you to believe that I am.

“I have some tests we could run.” Miguel offered up, “I can’t reverse what’s happened but maybe I can come up with something to help you control your powers, at least while you’re learning how to use them.”

You nodded, the smile turning into something real, “I would like that. Thank you.”

Peter was practically vibrating with excitement when he caught the look that passed between the two of you and the hint of hope on Miguel’s usually stony face.

He clapped his hands down on Miles’s shoulders, “Well would you look at the time? I need to put Mayday down for her nap and grab some food. You’ll learn this soon enough, but being a superhero does burn the calories.”

He hopped off the table, waltzing all the way to the door before he noticed that Miles was missing from his side. “Miles! Come join me.”

“Actually, I was going to wait with-”

“Miles.” Peter coughed into his fist, bug eyes burning into Miles until he got the hint.

“Oh? Oh! Yeah, sorry Miss Y/l/n, I forgot I told Gwen I’d meet up with her.”

You waved him off, “I’ll be fine, Miles. Thanks for everything.”

“I’ll show her how to use the watch and send her home when we’re finished.” Miguel said, pulling on a lab coat that had been draped over his office chair. He rarely had time to work in the lab, more focused on his primary duty of maintaining the stability of the multiverse, but the familiar glide of the fabric over his skin did help to relax him. It reminded him of the old days when Spider-Man didn’t exist and the multiverse was just a fun theory tossed around at company lunches.

A thin silence stretched between you two after Miles and Peter left, and you contented yourself with watching Miguel as he busily typed away at his monitor, labeled vials, and prepared the syringes. Every movement was practiced and controlled like he’d done this a million times before.

Miguel was screaming on the inside. You were close enough for his heightened senses to pick up on the honey lemon shampoo you used tinged with the woodsy scent of linseed oil. He was powerless under your gaze like an insect trapped under a microscope.

“I just need to collect some blood samples.” Miguel said, gently holding out his hand. You offered your arm up without complaint, distracting yourself from the pinch of the needle by reading the faded name tag printed on his lab coat.

You whistled low to break the tension, “Dr. O’Hara. That’s impressive. What kind of doctor are you?”

“I was a geneticist. Not the medical kind though. I worked in research at Alchemax.”

“Is that how you got your spidey powers?”

He rolled his eyes, “They’re not spidey powers, they’re acrachno-humanoid genetic augmentations.”

“Qué estúpido. Just call them spidey powers. You scientists just like to give things complicated names to feel superior.” The corner of Miguel’s lips quirked up every so slightly. The thrill of seeing any emotion on Miguel’s face lightened the feeling in your chest.

“Was it hard becoming Spider-Man?” You asked.

Miguel shrugged, wiping away the small bead of blood on your arm. “I had it easier than most. I was already looking into the possibility of combining human and arachnid DNA and I had the resources to study my powers.” Miguel paused. It had been a long time - too long - since he’d had a conversation like this with anyone. He could cast his mind back to talks with you his wife, but those had always been domestic in nature.

“The hardest part was not having anyone to talk to.” He said, finishing his thought.

“Sounds lonely.” You remarked, accepting the q-tip from him and swabbing the inside of your cheek. He collected the sample in a vial of greenish liquid and gave it a thorough shake, “Do you have people now that you talk to?”

“No.” His answer was short and to the point.

You’d touched a sore spot and you decided to prod it. “Would you like someone to talk to?”

Again, the corner of his lips twitched, “Are you offering?”

You copied his shrug from earlier, “Maybe.”

He took a few more cheek swabs and then a strand of hair. His hand lingered by your cheek, frowning as he took in the bruise on your face.

Now that you two were alone he dared to gently tilt your head to the side.

“You never told me what happened.”

Your hands flew up to your face in embarrassment and Miguel saw the tips of your ears grow red. He liked it.

“I may or may not have teleported my pillow away right before smashing my face into the floor.”

The breath left his lungs in a quiet chuckle. That sounded like something you’d do.

“But no one’s bothering you?”

“What? Oh no. No, it’s nothing like that.”

He nodded, the tightness in his chest unraveling with that knowledge. He knew you weren’t his wife and he knew that you didn’t know him well enough yet, but that didn’t stop him from caring. The truth was he liked you from the moment you slapped his shoulder and cursed at him, and it wasn’t just because you looked like someone from his past.

“This will take some time to work through.” He tilted his head towards where the tabletop machines whirred and spun, “But if I’m right, I may be able to adjust your watch to stabilize you in a specific place, not just a specific universe. It’s not a permanent fix but you won’t be waking up in Central Park again anytime soon.”

“That would be preferable.”

You moved to take off the watch and hand it over to Miguel but he stopped you.

“Keep this one. In case anything happens you can contact me or the other Spider-People,” He said, walking her through the steps of using the watch, “Headquarters is always open so if anything happens, come here.”

You nodded. With an encouraging look from Miguel you punched “Earth-1610” into the locator and then your home address.

Just like last time the portal bloomed open beside you, scattering a few loose papers on the ground. Through the portal you caught a glimpse of your living room, citylights flashing outside your window.

“Come back next week. Until we have a better understanding of your powers it would be good for us to monitor you and check that you’re stable.”

And it would be good for you to see her again.

Miguel squashed the thought as soon as it popped into his brain in Peter’s voice. He really needed to stop spending so much time with him.

You stepped through the portal and were embraced by the familiar smell of your apartment. It made you feel better about what was to come. You turned to smile at Miguel, his tired eyes lighting up ever so slightly.

“I’ll see you next week then.”

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it will be enough

requested: yes

Grisha power wasn't specified, so I picked a random one. (and by picked I mean I literally added them to a spin-the-wheel thing and went with it).

Spoilers for Season Two of Shadow And Bone

warnings: Not proofread or edited, Nikolai being jealous, fluff at the end, more things that I have forgotten

You met Nikolai when he was still parading as Sturmhond, the witty privateer who was all about money and fun. You had been locked alone in the hull of a slaver's ship for longer than you could remember, wasting away without food, water or the ability to summon. Everything had been a blur, shouting, fighting, and then you were being unchained and helped upstairs. You remembered the first time stepping into the sun after that whole time, it burnt your eyes and you had to shield them with your arm.

You had met Sturmhond on his own boat, someone had laid you in a cot and forced you to drink water. Then, a man in teal had asked you your name, told you you were safe and would have a place on his crew if you wanted it. You had taken him up on it, there was always a space for a Squaller on his crew. Nikolai grew to trust you, and put his faith in you as he did Tamar and Tolya. Since then, you would follow Nikolai anywhere he asked.

That included helping him bring peace back to Ravka with the Sun summoner. You had been hesitant to leave your comfortable life with the crew of the Volkvolny, but you loved Nikolai, you would go with him to the ends of the earth. You and Nikolai had been dancing around feelings for each other for almost as long as you had known each other. Tolya was always teasing you about it, reciting cliché poetry and watching you and Nikolai exchange stolen glances. You were sure they were unrequited feelings, so you never acted on them.

It only got worse after returning to Ravka and meeting with the rest of Nikolai's allies at the Spinning wheel. You saw the way he looked at Alina, the hope that lit up his eyes, she was all he needed now. You tried your best not to be hurt about it, you knew loving a prince would only lead to pain. He would never be able to love you back, a commoner. So you volunteered to join Tolya to travel to Ketterdam. You were born and raised in Kerch, and you had the strongest language skills out of all of the party.

Nikolai hadn't spoken to you since announcing his engagement to the sun summoner, it felt like he was avoiding you. He finally approached you on the Hummingbird the day you agreed to leave.

"Y/N?"

You turned to find him leaning against the railings, watching you prepare the sails for the journey. "Moi Tsar."

Nikolai cringed, "Not yet."

You smiled, walking over to join him, "Does that mean I can still can you Sobachka?" You laughed, playfully shouldering him like you would do on the Volkvolny.

Nikolai rolled his eyes, "What is your obsession with that name?"

You enjoyed watching him squirm, making fun of him was too easy some days, "I like calling you Sobachka, makes me think of you like a little cute pup."

Tolya interrupted you both before Nikolai could answer, "We getting this show on the road?"

Nikolai took an extra look at you and the bright smile you sported, "Be safe," He ordered, returning to his Prince persona.

"We'll bring back Neshyenyer," You promised.

Returning to Kerch and meeting the crows felt like a fever dream. Somehow, you slotted into their ranks easily, quickly becoming fast friends. You grew to enjoy Kaz's company as much as the others, something about spending time with someone else from Kerch, who really understood. Besides, he was serious and unwavering and you kind of enjoyed someone who was as serious as you.

After the events in Shu-Han, you were having second thoughts about staying around in Ravka after the war. Nikolai had everything he needed now and Kaz had offered you a place with the Crows if you wanted it. The only thing that was keeping you in Ravka was Nikolai, but why stick around to love someone who would never love you?

You jogged along with Kaz, Wylan and Jesper, headed towards where Nikolai was rumoured to be. You followed Kaz's lead as he peeked over a wall, watching three Grisha rounded on Nikolai and his forces.

"Wylan," Kaz turned to the boy, "Grenade."

Wylan handed it over to him, everyone watching him light the fuse.

"Y/N?"

You nodded, stretching out your hands to summon wind to propel the grenade to your target. You all watched it make its mark, blowing The Darkling's Inferni back until she lay dead on the battlefield.

Nikolai looked to Tamar, "Where did that come from?"

Kaz stood proudly, declaring, "My Demolitions expert."

You stood to his right, just as proud to be joining the fray.

"Expert?" Wylan mumbled, looking at Kaz. You all looked at him as he corrected himself, "I mean, yes. Expert."

You and Jesper smiled, amused by his fake confidence.

You all took a step forward, sliding down the shingled roof and dropping down the wall. You used your small science to soften everyone's fall, allowing you all to rush towards the gates. Jesper quickly worked on the rust that bound the gates closed, leading Wylan to the barricade Tamar, Nadia and Adrick hiding behind. You and Kaz headed opposite them, where Nikolai was crouched.

As you both rushed over, Kaz muttered, "What nightmare have we gotten ourselves into."

Jesper looked over at your group, "Why's Sturmhond here?"

Tamar frowned at him.

"Round here he goes by Nikolai."

"Nikolai Lantsov," Jesper realized, looking over to the man in question. Nikolai shrugged, you couldn't help the chuckle at Jesper's annoyed expression.

"All this time, close personal friend," He spun his pistols into his hands, preparing for a fight.

Nadia and Tamar looked about as confused as could be, "And you are?" Tamar pressed.

Wylan was tucked behind Jesper, his hand resting on his back, "You must be Tamar." He answered, "We came with your brother."

That didn't seem to make the woman any less confused, but she didn't press it any further.

You all watched the Darklings Squaller and Tide Maker rise to attack again. The tide maker raised her hands, drawing water from the sky to draw her attack. Jesper sprung into action first, followed by Adrick and Nadia who came to his support. Watching Jesper shoot would always entrance you, he was such a great shot, aided by his Durast abilities.

You were about to stand and join the fight when Nikolai stopped you, "Did you get Neshyenyer?"

You nodded, "Zoya, Nina and Inej are finding Alina, they'll get to her."

Nikolai nodded in relief, as you looked him over you realized there was blood staining his jacket.

You pressed your fingers to the blood, "Are you hurt?"

Nikolai followed your gaze to where your hand rested on the stain, "it's- It's not mine."

You looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. You would ask more later, for now, there were more pressing matters than those you'd lost.

Jesper finished his attack on the Tidemaker with the buttons on his waistcoat, lashing out and turning them into their tiny blades. As you looked past Nikolai you watched the Squaler draw lightning to his palms, it crackled and hissed as he tried to amass it.

Kaz nudged you with his crow's head cane, handing it over for you to use as a conductor. You quickly jumped to your feet, rushing to Jesper's side and using Kaz's cane and your powers to channel the electricity. Lightning was notoriously unstable, It didn't react well to being controlled. You threw your hands up, forcing the lighting to connect the two of you through Kaz's cane, then expelling the power back into the storm clouds it came from. The more lightning the Squaller summoned, the harder you worked to draw it away. Eventually, he ceased, knowing he could not lash out with the electricity you too controlled.

"I have Datura Meloxia!" Wylan shouted.

"Wylan! Now."

The boy uncapped the vile, calling for Adrick and Nadia to help him propel the powder, "Air support!"

You and Jesper ducked to avoid the powder being swept into Grisha's face, watching him stumble around in glazed confusion before Tamar sent her axe into his head.

As the Tidemaker tried to fight back one last time, she realized just how effective Jesper's attack had been. Screaming at the realization her fingers were gone. Nikolai was appearing to the side, raising his pistol and firing one last bullet, taking down the final one of the darklings Grisha.

"It's done."

You and Jesper both let out matching sighs of relief. He bent over to retrieve his pistol, then dramatically threw his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a side hug.

"Thanks for that, gorgeous."

You smiled, "My pleasure, Handsome."

You joined Kaz and Nikolai, the two of them eyeing each other. You retrieved Kaz's cane from the mud, handing it over to him with a triumphant smile, "I believe this belongs to you, Brekker."

Kaz took it from you, twisting it in his hand as he admired the crow's head.

Nikolai looked from you to the man who you were grinning at, suddenly less pleased to see Brekker, "I didn't realize you were patriots."

"Well if you die, we don't get paid," Kaz said like it was the most straightforward answer. You couldn't help but laugh, after the stress of the fight and Kaz's arid sense of humour, you needed it.

Nikolai was sure he could listen to you laugh every minute of every day and never get sick of it. He hadn't heard it enough in the last few weeks, and it pained him. He longed for the evenings on the Volkvolny when the crew would laugh and drink without the looming threat of death and destruction.

Everyone smiled when Tolya appeared, pulling his sister in a crushing hug. Nikolai looked around his gathered allies.

"We have to find Alina. If Kirigan brought the fight here, he's gunning for her."

Tolya nodded, "I've cleared us a way into the fort. Come on."

You fell into step with Nikolai at the back of the group, his unofficial bodyguard for the fight you were about to delve back into. Nikolai couldn't help but spare you glances, you looked tired, the lightning summoning had worn you out. He wanted to stop, allow you to rest, and bring back the bright smile you almost always wore. He knew better, though, just plotting along silently beside your group.

You sat next to Tamar as everyone took a much-deserved breather.

"A moment of sun before we deal with out losses," Nikolai sighed, glancing over the wounded and dying that lay on the grass, "Dominik..."

Tamar comforted her friend quickly, "He did exactly what any of us would have done for each other."

"For you," You added, leaning over and grabbing Nikolai's hand. He glanced down at your clasped hands, giving a small squeeze as thanks.

You all looked up as Alina, Inej, Nina and Mal walked over the hill. Nina stayed by the wounded while Inej and Alina exchanged a few quick words. Alina chased after Mal, leaving Inej to inform the group.

Nikolai thanked the crows for their help, he took Tolya's arm and headed away to address the consequences. You were about to join when Kaz called your name.

You turned to the man, a small frown on your face, "Yes?"

"If you ever feel like coming back to Ketterdam," He spoke, "We would welcome a crow with your abilities."

Jesper and Inej both nodded, showing their support.

You couldn't help the smile that grew, "I'll think about it." You promised, taking your leave to follow after Nikolai and the others.

When you met up with Nikolai, he wouldn't meet your gaze. Looking at everyone else but you. He made preparations for the Darkling to be burned on a pyre, leading all of his most trusted allies to join him. It was strange, that it was all over. There was no more fold, no more bickering or fighting between otkazat'sya and Grisha, it was an entirely new beginning.

You wanted to stand by Nikolai as he addressed your small group, but there was something off about him. He still had yet to make eye contact with you, ignoring your small gestures of comfort. Eventually, you gave up, coming to stand next to Nina behind Alina.

As Nikolai finished his speech, Kaz led his crows away. Nina looked at you, knowing you needed the support. She took your hand, leading you away from the flames with the rest of the crows.

The gathered forces were celebrating as you all exited the sand that was once the fold. Offering all of you drinks and food. You couldn't find the energy to join the festivities, brushing off friends and fellow Grisha to find a quieter space.

You found yourself wandering until you reached the roof of the compound, finding a perch on the edge of a wall looking over the land around the compound.

You let out a quiet gasp in fright when Nikolai appeared at your side.

He quickly grabbed your arm, "Don't fall."

You smiled, "I won't. Probably."

Nikolai chuckled, joining you on the ledge. You were struck by how many times you would sit together like this on the Volkvolny.

"Shouldn't you go find a healer?" You asked, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around his leg.

Nikolai shrugged, "I needed to talk to you first."

You looked away, "About?"

Nikolai was staring at the horizon, clearly also struggling to find the courage to talk. Something had changed between you two for sure.

"What did Brekker say," Nikolai finally spoke after a long silence between you.

You glanced at him, the afternoon sun was illuminating his face. His hair was still cleanly combed back, neatly styled to make him look regal. His cheek was still bruised, the only thing that made him look like the Sturmhond you knew.

"He said if I ever wanted to go home, I had a place with the crows."

Nikolai nodded, "Home to Ketterdam?"

Nikolai knew how much you missed Kerch, you grew up in the countryside on a farm with your siblings. You had stopped in Ketterdam once or twice with the Volkvolny crew, but it wasn't the same as going back to live there.

"I know it sounds crazy," You fiddled with your hands, "I never thought it would be possible to go back, maybe now..."

Nikolai could relate to that, he never felt entirely at home in the Grand Palace, and he didn't think it would ever be possible to. Now he would rule there.

"When are you and Alina leaving for Os Alta?"

"Tomorrow," Nikolai replied, "Tamar and Tolya are taking over captainship of the Volkvolny."

You hummed, "I'm sure they're excited about that, Tolya can stop for all the snacks he wants."

Nikolai laughed, a carefree laugh that made you smile too.

You both sat in peaceful silence for a while, listening to the celebrations going on under your feet. You felt like there was something more to say like you both wanted the other to confess the feelings you shared.

You kept coming back to the fact Nikolai and Alina were engaged. You knew that it wasn't a love match, Alina loved Mal. But even so, they would be tied together for as long as it took for Ravka to rebuild. You were being childish if you thought you and Nikolai could be anything other than friends. And so you were thinking more and more about returning to Ketterdam, joining the crows. Leaving Nikolai would hurt, but it would hurt more watching Nikolai with Alina.

You eventually came to the conclusion there was nothing more you could say, Nikolai clearly did not share your feelings. You cleared your throat, stretching casually and then getting to your feet.

"They're probably missing us," You said, trying to hide your disappointment.

Nikolai didn't respond, staring out at the horizon a while longer.

"You should stay."

You almost didn't hear it, already a few steps away from Nikolai. You turned to face him, "What?"

Nikolai got to his feet and stood before you, giving you his full attention for the first time since leaving the Volkvolny.

"I want you to stay."

You struggled to find any words, gaping at the man before you.

Nikolai kept talking, "I know that I can't ask this of you, I know I Shouldn't. But seeing you with Brekker, the thought of you going to Ketterdam with him-"

Nikolai stopped when you giggled. He frowned at you, "What?"

"Nothing," You giggled.

Nikolai grabbed your hand, "What? Why are you laughing?"

You stifled your laugh, "Are you jealous of Kaz?"

Nikolai faked being offended, "Me? Jealous?"

"Oh, you so are," You cackled, getting a lot of amusement out of watching the Tsar squirm, "Nikolai Lantsov with his damnably handsome looks is jealous?"

Nikolai dropped your hand and threw his hands up in exasperation, "You are the worst."

You grinned, then remembered what he had asked. "Do you really want me to stay?"

Nikolai looked serious again, "I do. I want you to stay with me, by my side."

"But you're engaged to Alina."

Nikolai seemed to realize at the same time you did, he nodded solemnly, "We couldn't be anything to each other in public. At least, not until Alina and I end our engagement."

"You'll end your engagement?"

"It was always the plan," Nikolai explained, "She loves Mal. I love you. It's just for political-"

"You love me?" You cried before you could stop yourself.

Nikolai's face flushed, he scratched his neck sheepishly, "Yes."

"Well," You reached out and took his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks gently, "Aren't you lucky I love you too."

Nikolai's face burst into a cocky grin. He grabbed your waist, firmly holding onto you and dragging you closer to him. He reached one hand u to cup your cheek, guiding a thumb over your cheekbone tenderly.

"I can't believe you were jealous of Kaz," You teased, drunk on the feeling of being so close to Nikolai.

"Shut up," Nikolai scoffed, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. He pulled you even closer until you were flush with his chest. You brought your hands to the back of his neck, twisting your fingers into his hair. You couldn't help but feel relief, the feeling of it washed over you. You had spent the last few days worrying about where you stood. This answered that gnawing fear, Nikolai felt the same.

Nikolai pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His arms wound around your waist, holding you close while he stared into your eyes.

Your face was flushed and you were breathless, "I have been waiting years for you to do that."

Nikolai smiled, "I've been wanting to do that for years."

You knew this wouldn't be the end of this discussion, about him and Alina. But for now, you were happy to follow him to Os Alta, to know he felt the same way. That would be enough for now.

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koiiiiijiii · 4 months

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Heyyy, What if reader is in the hummingbird crew and is in a secret relationship with joker

Can u make some Sfw and nsfw headcanon

sorry, i decided to do only sfw part because i didn’t really came up with the idea how to add nsfw part here ://

hope you’ll enjoy!!

warnings ; only my not proofed english erorrs.

joker saw you on league of streets before, for sure. he knew that you were from hummingbird crew and the fact that sangho choi had a request to sabbath to deal somehow with your crew.

he never liked that idea tho, in the first place because hummingbird had you and shelly, and joker could never compete with girls, it seemed unfair and unnatural for him.

but when he saw you leaving the changing room right after incident with missing drug from that guy in red glasses, and you clearly heard their conversation, wooin immediately bellowed to catch you and joker grabbed you by wrist and pulled your hand on the level of his eyes. that red glasses pice of shit immediately screamed that it was your team that stole "something" from him. your hart, in turn, has already sunk into your heels, and soul has left your body, a bunch of suspicious-looking guys were ready to tear you apart because of someones lost thing, while you and your team just tried to win cycling competition. joker didn’t immediately realize with what force he was squeezing your wrist, and when he looked from wooin to you, he felt as if his heart was pinched. he, being a huge guy, squeezed your hand so hard that there would definitely be a bruise... "a girl's hand.. so small" - he thought to himself and relaxed his grip on you. joker didn’t like to mess with girls. especially with someone nice like you. he clearly catched himself on the idea that he doesn’t like your scared face turned to him. one your still free hand started to pounding on his elbow and forearm demanding to let you go.

when wooin learned that that guy had no proofs that it was you or your team he was furious, and joker just knew that this guy is no longer safe. he actually didn’t care. the only fact that he cared, when he made sure everyone had left the room and discovered that he was right, there was indeed a bruise on your wrist. he was ashamed, really ashamed, to offend a girl who, in addition, had done nothing wrong.

you were sitting on the floor, leaning on the boxes, when you saw that white haired guy squatted down in front of you and held out his hand. "what does this thug need??" - your thoughts were spinning in your head, and you felt bad that you refused dom’s company to pick up your stuff from changing rooms.

"give me your phone" - you heard his harsh voice. what in the earth he wanted from you?. "hey your friends already learned that i didnt stole anything, now join them and leave." - tears were alredy welling up in your eyes and it was so insulting and unpleasant for you. "im sorry..." he paused and added "i wanted to ask your number. i know one good ointment, it helps with bruises. if you dont mind. just let me know were i could meet you."

on the evening of that day, you met in the park, and he shyly handed you a transparent bag with ointment and bandages.

he muttered an apology under his breath once more and was about to leave when you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and stopped him.

“give me your phone” - now was your turn to ask.

he freaked out a little but handed you the phone and you typed in your number and made a call, so you had his number too.

you named him as a “nice big guy from snake team”

the next time you receive a call from joker was one week later, and he asked you to help him to patch him up.

you had no idea what happened to him, but you just felt that you need to return a favor and help him.

he said he was waiting for you in the park where you met, sitting on a bench. when you came blood was dripping from his nose, and there were abrasions on his hands and face.

worried, you rushed to the nearest store and bought water to wash the wounds and to apply that ointment that he brought you.

he didn't make a sound when you moistened a piece of screw, washed his wounds and applied ointment, sealed it with plasters, and as soon as you finished, joker thanked you.

you spent about 30 minutes more in each other company and he walked you to your house.

that night you received a “good night” text from him.

after that, your correspondence became more regular, as well as meetings.

and you both agreed not to share that information with your teams. you simply knew that dom will want to fight with joker because of the fact that he hurt you in first place and joker said that it is better not to let wooin know about him hanging out with “rival crew” member.

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #x reader #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #headcanon #webtoon #joker windbreaker x reader #joker x reader #joker windbreaker

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sgnjimmy · 1 year

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

vinny hong x gn!reader

A/n: ehh, this is from childhood bsf universe but like when they're together (so,, is in the future ig??) i'm really weak for domestic love so,,, here we are. this is waay bigger than i thought it would be. Sorrye.

Warning (s): lots of fluff, curse words, there's a mention of nsfw time (is really briefly and nothing explicit, so blink and you'll miss it), vinny being a simp for the reader (<33), vinny's and jack's (the cat) love&hate relationship, some kisses, and insecure thoughts (vinny poor bby :c), also MINU DID NOT had the accident in this.

Word Count: like 2.5k. (more or less)

Soft music plays in the background as Vinny wakes up from his slumber. With his eyes still closed he uses his hand to look for you on his side, but instead of you he feels cold and empty sheets. Words cannot describe how much he hated when you did that, he hated to wake up without you. What he did like was to see you as soon as he opened his eyes, and have you there with him to start his day. Vinny loves to have you tangled up in his arms in the morning, given that the night before he just couldn't keep his hands to himself and had to hug your body and rest his head on your chest to fall asleep peacefully.

Vinny wouldn't say you were a morning person per se but you seemed to push yourself for him, he could see that much. That's why from time to time, you would wake up before him to prepare breakfast. And Vinny appreciates that, shit he really does, but he can't help feeling a little guilty afterwards. Sometimes it seems like you're doing too much for him, like he doesn't deserve your kindness and love.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make breakfast", "You don't have to do that, really" or "Just stay in bed longer, later we'll get up" is what he usually tells you… But you never listen. He honestly should know better than try to change your mind at this point.

It's been more or less three months since you moved in with him. He remembers you saying in a dinner with him and his mom that the rent at the place you were staying was getting aggressively high, and that you couldn't keep up anymore. His mom was the one to suggest the idea. "Dear, if you're having trouble finding a place you should stay here with Vinny." "I'm sure he doesn't mind." She told you.

The thought of you moving in had crossed Vinny's mind on several occasions before, one of them being when you guys had been intimate for the first time. The morning after, when Vinny woke up he saw you laying there in his arms. The room around you both shined brightly because of the open curtain. He took his time examining your features, you looked so calm and so beautiful… In that same second he wished you would stay with him forever. He wished to see and touch and love you every day of his life.

Finally deciding to get up Vinny makes his way to the bathroom to wash up before going to find you in the kitchen. You're there preparing breakfast like he had predicted earlier. He stops walking when he sees you moving your body and hips according to the song you're listening to. He leans his body on the wall beside him, quietly watching you dance. His presence still unknown to you. Vinny truly enjoys the little moments you had with yourself, the kind of moments you're not even aware are happening.

"Pretty good moves." Vinny says, his voice sounding a little rougher. You guess it is because he just woke up.

Turning around you see your boyfriend, his hair still a wild mess from bed. "Ha, yeah, i bet." You respond sarcastically.

You turn back to continue cooking and Vinny takes the opportunity to walk towards you and wrap his arms around your middle, hugging you from the back. "Morning." He says. "... It'd be a good morning if you had stayed in bed with me." He adds, grumpily.

"Morning to you too, baby." You laugh. Vinny's reply is a little smirk followed by a kiss on your cheek.

"Meow! meow..." You both heard behind you. "Someone is hungry." You comment.

"He's always hungry, this lil' brat." Vinny takes his arms off your waist to go feed Jack.

You smile when you hear him curse out Jack again. These two are so adorable, you think. Vinny never really means the things he says about Jack, you see. He actually tolerates the cat. Jack doesn't poop in the house, he's always out and he stopped messing with Vinny's clothes. So Jack is pretty okay in his opinion. But the cat still manages to piss him off on occasions. Like when he jumps on you when you're both in bed, you always pet the animal and give him you undying attention, Vinny knows you don't mean it, but it feels like you care more for the stupid, dumb cat, than him. It annoys Vinny to his core. And aghh, the purrs Jack gives you? It pisses him even more, it's almost like he's showing off that you're with him instead of Vinny. Fucking cat, he curses in his head.

Minutes later you finished cooking and you two had breakfast shortly after, then moved on to do a few chores around the house. In the afternoon Vinny had to go out because of a part time job, but you on the other hand chose to stay at home doing one of your hobbies with Jack since it was your day off.

Around 7pm you receive a text from Vinny, he was letting you know he's with the crew to practice. You send him a simple "okay" in response, as you lay your phone aside and try to go back to what you were doing a notification sound pops up from your device. "When we're done we'll be at xxxx, can you meet me there?" It reads. This is different from Vinny's usual requests, you think. Still finding it a little strange you send him a message agreeing that you'll be there.

You know the time they are done cycling because he usually sends you a text saying he's "coming home", so when the time's up you just put your shoes on and lock the door behind you.

It turns out the crew, or more like Dom, wanted to meet you. Vinny didn't like the sound of it. Putting his beloved partner and those assholes together...? Nope. In the same environment? Still no. In the same room? Fucking hell no. They insisted though, and played dirty, too, saying you "weren't real", and other things that implied he was just lying about you. Having had enough of it, Vinny gave in. He had sent you that text one or two hours ago.

Vinny sits down and grabs his bottle of water to cool off but it doesn't make him feel any better. He feels nervous and maybe even sick. Dom is probably going to fuck up, Vinny is gonna feel embarrassed and you're going to look at him like he's some kind of freak. He doesn't want that.

Great time I managed to get me some friends, Vinny thinks. He closes his eyes shut, presses his elbows on his thighs and then holds his head with his hands. Shit shit shit shit shit shit!

"Hey!" Vinny hears a voice from afar. He raises his head a little and opens his eyes to see you waving at him from the other side of the street.

As you make your way towards him, Vinny locks vision in you, following every one of your steps. It's almost kind of protective, he doesn't want to take his eyes out of you feeling as if you might disappear if he did so. When you come to stop in front of him, who is still sitting, you ask "Is everything okay?".

He looks up to you "... I think so." "Can't remember it anymore." You giggle at that.

"You don't remember why you called me here?" He gets up and pulls you closer to him then he then gently grabs your face with both hands.

"Uh-hum." He hums before pulling you for a kiss. An intimate one.

Vinny rarely kisses you in public. He thinks it is better when it's just the two of you, with no one around to interrupt or see it. So you are caught off guard at first, but return the kiss a few seconds later.

Vinny got so distracted watching you that he really forgot about the crew, he forgot they were just a few meters from distance. You both didn't notice it but from the moment you called for him, the Hummingbird Crew had been watching your interaction, and when Vinny started kissing you it was a shock for all of them. Minu was the first one to react, Vinny wished he didn't as he heard a loud whistle, only seconds before Dom and June joined him. Cheering you guys up like crazy.

Vinny was so worried his stupid friends were going to fuck up he didn't think he would do it instead. Vinny pulls out from the kiss, red as a tomato, just wanting the world to swallow him whole. He rests his forehead on your right shoulder, trying to hide his face on your chest.

"Fuck..." "I'm sorry." He says.

"Hm? What? Sorry for what?" You ask confused. "And what are those guys cheering for?" You don't understand Vinny's embarrassment, much less his strange behavior.

"They're… You know, my friends." He replies with a sigh. And then it hits you. Vinny's friends, the ones he always complains about. Those friends. You smile thinking about it.

"Is okay, I don't mind." You say between laughs.

"Fuck, really?" He asks, looking at you from his position - still resting his head on your chest. You just nod your head in reply. Surely it was kind of weird but you weren’t angry or anything.

“Are we going to go over there or…?” You ask.

Vinny does his best to recover himself and takes his head off your chest, he raises his posture a bit and closes his eyes for a moment, and you just let him, he's doing his best trying to deal with all of this embarrassment.

“Ah, fuck, okay. Let’s just get this over with.” Vinny grabs your hand and pushes you a little to walk over where his crew – who were still staring at your direction – is.

As you come stop in front of them, you raise your hand shyly, greeting them “Hi.” A tall guy with long hair is the first to greet you back. “Hi there, so you’re really Vinny’s partner?” He asks cheerfully, walking closer. He lends down to your height. “He didn’t pay you to pretend or something, right?”

What?

“Hey, band-aid, drop it!” A girl with short brown hair scolds him, and then punches him on the arm. His posture breaks and he goes to hold his arm in pain. You try not to laugh.

Ouch, you think, that looks like it hurt.

A guy clears his throat. “Alright, alright, get out of the way, Dom.” The guy says, shoving this Dom guy to his side. “Hey, i’m Minu.” He offers his hand, and you politely accept, shaking it slightly. “Nice to meet you.” Minu moves his gaze to look at Vinny besides you, giving him a malicious smile. "So you're really dating, huh." He walks closer to Vinny. "Who would have thought you'd find someone capable of handling your temper." He jokes, poking his chest. "That's no joke. I'm actually impressed you-"

"Alright, I got the message. You can shut up now." Vinny cuts him off dryly, proceeding to take Minu's hand off of him.

Minu laughs, "I'm just kidding. It's good to see you happy, man." He smiles.

Vinny was slightly taken back by what Minu said, but you think nobody else noticed it. It was just a little movement but you caught it. He doesn't listen to these types of things often. And you know he appreciates it, you can see it in his eyes as it widens a little. That makes you smile. Vinny deserves good people in his life, and for what you're seeing they are these kind of people.

"Anyways, should i introduce you to everyone?" Minu asks you.

"Hm, yeah, sure."

"Okay, so this guy with the long hair is Dom." He turns to point at the said guy, who waves at you. You give him a smile in return. "The girl beside him is Yana, my sister." He follows. "Then there's June."

"Hi." June says.

"Jay, the guy sitting." Minu continues. Jay looks at you raising his hand. You nod awkwardly. "And finally, Shelly."

"Nice to meet you." She walks towards you with a kind smile, and grabs your hand to shake it.

"Okay, now that everyone knows everyone, we're going." Your boyfriend declares.

"Wait, now? But they just arrived." Interferes Shelly.

"Yeah, and we're having some food later. You don't wanna stay?" Minu adds.

"...I had a long day." Vinny sighs deeply.

"You okay?" You question him. You didn't know he was so tired.

"Yeah, I'm just…" He tries to explain but cuts himself in the middle of it. He clearly is tired, just doesn't want to look that way in front of them, you figured. So you just nod, understanding.

"We can always go out some other time." You remind Vinny's friends.

"Well, that's true. Make sure to bring them with you next time." Shelly points out to Vinny.

"Sure. Anything else?" He replies sarcastically. Vinny turns to look at you, secretly asking if you're ready to go. You reply with a simple yes and he goes to grab his bike from where it is.

"See you next time!" Dom says. And you say your goodbye back.

You and Vinny start to walk away from them, starting your journey home. "There's food done at home. You want me to heat it up for you?"

"Fuck, please." He pleads, dropping his shoulders in a tired manner. "I didn't eat at work today."

"Hmph, is the poor baby hungry?" You say it in a baby tone, patting his hair in the middle of your sentence.

He raises an elbow at you. "I'm joking." You explain with a smile.

"I know, is just that…" He tries to say. But then he shakes his head negatively, stopping his sentence. "... Is just that what?" You question him. You both stop at the side of the street, waiting for the sign to change and cross it.

"Is stupid, forget it."

"No, say it."

"... It just feels nice, you patting my head. Told you, is stupid." Vinny answers, with his head turned to the other side, avoiding your eyes so you can't see the little blushing on his face.

"It's not. I'll pat your head at home, what do you say, huh?" You offer. "Seems good?"

As he heard you said that he felt warm on his stomach, and it made him feel a little embarrassed to show you the effect you do have on him. So he waited, looking for the courage to tell you the truth... "Yeah, it does." Vinny finally says. Your left hand grabs his chin to lay a kiss on his cheek. "M'kay, then that's what we're gonna do."

Vinny interlaces his fingers with yours without thinking, your hand fit on his like it was meant to be - like a soulmate.

He thinks back to what Minu said.

Who would have thought you'd find someone capable of handling your temper?

Who would have thought?, he repeats in his mind. Not him, for sure. But he'll be damned if he's not glad it happened. He's glad you have the power to calm all of his nerves with just your voice, he's glad you're by his side every morning and night, he's glad you make him feel loved and seem...

And, fuck... He's so glad you're his.

(i got this idea and couldn't help but write it, took me ages to finish tho 🥹. it got out of hand real fast too 😭. Sorry if any part is hard to understand, my mind is kinda broken at the moment.)

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cozyunderworld · 1 month

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wazzappp · 6 months

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So. @quasar-crew made a post about all the fun fic ideas they've been thinking of and within that was an 'Everyone gets infected funtimes' au. It has consumed me.

Ashleys mutations mostly focus on allowing her to GET AWAY and doing it QUICKLY. Most of her time while infected with the Plaga is spent trying to get away from threats, so it responded to that when developing its 'improvements'. She's mostly based off of the Novistador enemies found in the later levels.

Her clawed feet allow for climbing and perching on small objects. Armor extends up the leg because lets be real bro. I saw Jacksepticeyes playthrough theres no way her legs didnt at least get OCCASIONALLY grazed by wayward bullets from Leon trying to shoot whoever is carrying her away. NEVER AGAIN. Her armor is not as strong as I would imagine Leons is because it needs to be light enough to allow her to fly.

The Novistador's only have three fingered 'hands' so that translates over by only mutating three of her fingers. She has mandibles but they're mostly meant as a last resort self defense, along with her new sharp teeth (TEEF. TEEEEEEEEEFFFF). They don't move much beyond slight up and down motions. She also has a nictitating membrane that rests on the edges of her eyes when not in use. It activates after she blinks (think like a windshield wiper clearing away debris) and also covers her eyes when she's flying. This does impede her vision a little bit, so its best for her to find somewhere to rest if she's up there to spy.

Ashley has considerably less armor than Leon because 1. thats not the focus of her mutation. the focus is allowing her to get away from threats and 2. because she needs to remain light enough to actually get in the air. Her wings are extensions of the Plagas legs that have shifted to rest more on its back than its sides. That way its less strain on her back muscles (shoulders are already so fuckin complicated bro). They move in more of an x motion than an up and down. The best thing to compare them too would be a hummingbird. I briefly considered looking to dragonflies and their flight, which led me to this very cool video but I think she's just too large for that to work. Her wings have no bones in them, instead relying on the Plagas strong exoskeleton (carcinization strikes again) to keep her lightweight but strong. In theory, if she practiced enough, she should be strong enough to just. Pick an enemy up, lift them into the air, and then drop them.

Her antennae are controlled by a small tendon anchored just above her ears. They act to gather extra sensory information. They can detect smell, temperature (fire chaser beetle style babyyyy), and they are sensitive to touch which allows her to sense wind direction when she's flying up high. When in a situation where too much is going on, they will flatten back to try and avoid sensory overload. It's like when you turn down your car radio to see a parking spot better.

Also, because I forgot to draw it sometimes, the armor on her back wraps around her neck to protect more of her main veins and arteries. Plus, no more choking so thats a bonus.

And heres just. Some random doodles because I ended up really enjoying drawing her (bonus Leon with an awkward cutoff because idk how I want to draw his feet yet. Some kind of fucked up digitigrade deal most likely I just haven't figured out the details.)

Next up, Ada Wong you can not run from me.

#resident evil 4 #resident evil #ashley graham #infected!ashley #my art #sketch #I gotta start a tag for speculative biology might as well do it here #speculative biology #leon kennedy #infected!leon #I have sooooo many fun ideas for ada but i think i should watch the seperate ways dlc just to make sure I understand her fighting style #ive got some fun ideas based on how much she uses that grappling hook in the main game #everyone is infected au

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Skateboard 4

Wind breaker

author's note: interaction with Jay is now finally happening 😩👊

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. The events of yesterday were driving me crazy, and I wanted to scream in my room. The Sabbath Crew kept popping into my mind—Wooin, Joker, and especially Jay from Hummingbird. I bit my finger while staring at the blackboard. Our physics teacher was checking our assignments. I did Dom’s assignment as promised, and I also did Jay’s. I ignored his suggestion to work on it together. There was no way I was doing that. Besides, I could handle it on my own.

But when I handed Jay his assignment, he seemed annoyed. Was he really mad at me, or was that just his usual expression?

"Is this real?" Our teacher looked up in surprise. "Dom, Jay, and Demitra got the highest scores on the assignment," he announced to the class. "All three of them tied for the highest score."

Dom’s jaw dropped as he stared at me, but I kept looking out the window. Honestly, the assignment was tough, but I managed to ace it.

"Come on, Sir! Can't you believe I have some hidden genius too?" Dom shouted, making everyone laugh.

"Well, I just can't believe anyone matched Jay's score. He always gets the highest in our class." The teacher looked at me. "It seems our new student is competing with him. This is very exciting." He grinned.

Jay kept his usual cold expression, staring at his notebook. I shrugged and started packing my things since the teacher was leaving and it was time to go home. Our classmates started making noise again as soon as the teacher left. It was like a zoo with all the ruckus they were causing. I never expected Korean students to be this loud.

I froze when I saw someone standing in front of my desk. It was Dom...

"Can we talk to you?" he asked with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Who's 'we'?" I replied, then noticed Jay, Mia, and Yuna also standing up.

"We saw how you ride a bike, and I gotta admit, you're really good," Dom said, stroking his chin as if deep in thought. "I don't know what happened yesterday that made Jay win when it was obvious you should have."

"Maybe Jay's just better than her," Yuna interjected, giving me a dirty look.

I smiled sarcastically. "I still don't see why you're all here in front of me."

"Join us." We all turned to Jay. His eyes were directly on mine. "Join our crew," he clarified.

I laughed, but when I realized they were serious, I laughed again.

"What is this? This is so random." I shook my head and put my notebook in my bag. "I lost, so why would I join your crew? Besides, I already did your assignments, so why—"

"Shelly's been gone for months now because of a family emergency in England. We need a rider for the cycling tournament. We're short one person for the next round. It's only temporary," Dom explained, making puppy eyes at me.

I felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over me when he mentioned Shelly's name. I had suspected she might be the Shelly I knew, and now I was right. It really was her.

I clenched my fists.

"And didn't you say that if you beat Jay, you'd join their crew? It means you really want to join—" Mia started, but I cut her off.

"Believe it or not, I was just joking back then." I looked away from them. "I didn't expect you to take it seriously. Look, I'm selling my bike because I don't use it anymore. Just find another rider or bring Shelly back." I stood up. But before I could leave, someone grabbed my arm. I looked up to see Jay staring at me with no emotion on his face.

"I'll do all your assignments this time," he uttered. "Just join us," he said firmly.

"I don't need your help."

"But we do."

I looked at him in disbelief, meeting his gaze. Okay, I had to admit, I wanted to try their tournament, but I didn't want to show my face. I knew Sangho was handling that event. He might recognize me, and I didn't want him to know I was in Korea.

"Fine," I said, and Dom, Yuna, and Mia's eyes widened as if I had said something shocking. "Don't help me with physics, just Korean," I added, looking away.

"Wow, you really don't seem like someone who struggles with our language," Mia remarked, amazed.

I gave them a small smile. "Just tell me the time of your training," I said to Jay.

"We were planning to train right now," Dom chimed in.

Oh fuck

This isn't bad, right? And it's only temporary. They just really need a player for a new match. I sighed, thinking about Shelly again. That woman... So she's Jay Jo's girlfriend. I thought they were talking about a different Shelly because there was no way that woman would come to Korea. Last time she told me, no matter how boring her life got, she wouldn't go to her mother's country.

"I really appreciate you accepting our request," Mia said suddenly as we walked out of the school. "If I could join them, I would, but I'm not really good at biking." She said sadly.

"When is Shelly supposed to come back?" I asked, looking at the parked bikes. I can't believe I kept saying I wouldn't bike, but I still use it to get to school.

"We still don't have any news from her... Actually, I'm starting to worry, especially for Jay." We both glanced at Jay, who was now putting on his helmet.

"Why?"

She swallowed. "Ever since she left, Jay hasn't had any contact with Shelly. These past few months, it's been obvious how down he's been. He really loves Shelly," she said with concern. I paused and looked at Jay Jo again.

He frowned when he noticed me staring, so I quickly looked away.

"She'll come back," I said to reassure her. I can't believe I had a crush on a guy who was Scott's boyfriend.

"YUNA, MY LOVE! CHEER FOR ME IN FRONT OF DEMITRA, OKAY? SO SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME!" Dom shouted from afar.

Disgust was written all over Yuna's face. "You're just training. What cheer are you talking about?" she rolled her eyes. Dom pouted like he was being mistreated by his girlfriend. I just grinned. They are really entertaining to watch. Why would Vinny leave this crew?

I saw Mia approach her friend Yuna. I watched them from behind as we walked, carrying my bike. I didn't know where we were going, but I just followed Dom. They seemed to have a specific place for their training.

I was surprised to see Jay walking beside me. He wasn't riding his bike either, but he was already wearing his helmet. I couldn't help but laugh. He looked cute, though. He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow.

"So... Inertia drift is your thing, huh?" I asked, surprising him. "It was impressive, I watched some videos of you racing." I said, looking at the road. I noticed we were falling behind. Dom walked really fast.

He still didn't say anything. He was like a mute.

"I also watched how you lean in." Based on what I saw, it was surprising that he could pull off that move. It wasn't an easy skill; it was dangerous.

"But your slide is a bit risky. Your grip on the bike isn't in the right position."

"What?"

And now he was finally talking.

I smiled at him. "You need to balance your body. The grip of your hand and your body should be opposite so you can slide lower. That's the technique to make the lean-in look better." I explained. I showed him how I held the bike. "And also, this is how you should hold the handlebar."

He looked confused, but then he suddenly got on his bike and tried the position I showed him. His grip still seemed wrong, so I walked over to him. I parked my bike to the side.

"I noticed from the video that this is why you almost fell. You need to widen your elbows." I moved closer and adjusted his elbow.

I narrowed my eyes as I focused on his grip, then reached out to adjust the position of his hand. Just as I lifted my head to explain, I realized he was staring right at me. My eyes widened in surprise when it hit me that I was actually holding his hand! I quickly pulled away, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

"It's fine." he muttered, causing me to feel flustered.

"So yeah. That's how you do it." I cleared my throat before stepping back a little.

He was silent for a moment. He lowered his hands while sitting on the bike. How could he look so hot?

"Did you master it before you did it in the tournament?" I asked, looking at him.

He shook his head. "No..." It was obvious.

My eyes widened. "So you did it without practice?"

"Hmm," he nodded.

"Where did you learn that, by the way?" I asked as I finally sat on my bike.

"I don't know his name." irritation plastered on his face.

"So it's a 'he'? Does he have blonde hair?" I smirked. "It was Owen, right?"

He stiffened when he heard me mention that name. His expression darkened. He seemed shocked that I knew.

"How did you know?"

"Because I'm the one who taught him that move." I said with bitterness in my voice before looking at the road.

He was silent, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. I couldn't blame him. He might be even more surprised if I told him I knew his girlfriend too. I didn't want to mention that because he might ask more questions. I don't really want to talk about them anymore.

"What's your relationship with him?" he asked suddenly.

"Just someone I know." I lied. "Why? Is he your friend?" I asked, but his face darkened even more. He looked so annoyed.

"I'll teach you about Korean after this training." he changed the topic.

"Why so sudden?" I laughed.

He stared at me for a few seconds before looking away. "Your Korean sounds lame."

"What?!"

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author's note: this chapter contains sensitive content for the readers with a hint of sexual scene.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 Desperate Love

Previous Part: Part 1

Part 2:

“Why? Did they pick a fight with you?” June asked genuinely without taking his eyes off to the group of men standing in front of us.

“Isn’t that the Sabbath Crew?”

“Out of all places, they chose to come where? I wonder why…”

“Shit, is this a fight between the Hummingbird?”

“Where’s the teachers?!”

I noticed how the boys around me altered their stance, the dark aura surrounding them. As if they’re mentally and physically prepared to fight back.

Wooin’s eyes landed on me, I could feel his deadly glares on my body and it sent chills on my skin. His face was full of hatred, a sign that told me that I betrayed him. I clenched my fists and avoided my glance away from him. Joker and Vinny were here. And it seems like Vinny didn’t want to come here but he was forced to.

“What is it this time huh? Do you want to continue our unfinished business this time?” Dom said as he walked closer to them. Joker did the same, towering him over with this huge height.

“Shut up, moron. You got something that’s mine. Yeshina, come here now.” Wooin said as he turned his back, expecting me to follow them but I stayed on my feet.

“I don’t want to, just leave me alone.” I almost begged, they wouldn’t make a scene here right?

“Do you know them? Why would they want you to come with them?” June asked as he put his body in front of me, protecting me in case those guys would attack us.

“Are they harassing you, Yeshina? Tell us and we will beat them to death.” Dom said while cracking his neck.

Wooin didn’t like the sound of that. He froze, and I can tell that his fury is building in his system. He turned back to face us again. He looked at me with a warning and his yellow shades slid down a little. I swallowed and looked away. He scoffed in disbelief and he dropped his eyes on the ground as if he’s calming himself down. But when he started to occupy the distance between us, he pushed his hands in his pocket while glaring at us.

“Do you want this in a hard way? Didn’t I warn you already? I don’t have time for this shit.” he said and grabbed my wrist. I gritted my teeth and I’m about to push him away when Jay grabbed my other hand.

Wooin arched his eyebrow.

“You heard her, let her go.” Jay broke the silence. Wooin chuckled dangerously, his eyes widened in furious.

“You’re fucking out of this, super rookie. If you want to be stable for the incoming match, stay out of this, ya’ hear me?” Wooin glared at him.

“This asshole–” Dom was about to punch Wooin when Joker moved so fast to cover him. Dom was surprised and he was caught off guard that’s why Joker took that chance to throw a punch on his face.

“Hey!” June shouted but Dom already punched him back.

Jay was about to help Dom when Wooin went to him and punched him on the stomach. I told them to stop, my veins on my throat almost popped. Jay recovered so fast and he attacked Wooin with a punch but Wooin managed to dodge it.

“Fucking stop it! Hey, please stop this already!” I shouted. I threw a helpful look to Vinny but he was just standing in the corner, ignoring the commotion. I cursed under my breath.

“The fight is starting!”

“Are you taking all of this in a video?”

“Yeah, this will go viral!”

“Fuck! Alright, I’ll go with you just stop this!” I pushed Wooin away from Jay. His fist was in the mid air when I pushed him, the attack was supposedly for Jay but I covered him. His fist landed on my shoulder blade that almost made me fall back in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut but I ignored it. I saw Jay’s nonchalant expression break and changed into a real fury.

Because Wooin was still in slight shock, Jay managed to punch him on the face. Wooin clenched his jaw and panted furiously. Vinny decided to join in the scene, finally. He held Wooin back and his eyes landed on my shoulder. He glared at me as if he’s blaming me for shielding myself on Jay and it results in the throbbing pain on my shoulder.

“That’s enough, idiot. The teachers are coming.” Vinny said and threw a meaningful look to Joker who just nodded on his comment.

“Hey! We’re not finished!” Dom shouted to Joker but he was already beside Wooin.

“What are you still standing there? Fucking walk already if you don’t want have a bloody street here.” Vinny scowled at me. I glared at him. I started to walk with them and Wooin put his arm around my neck and shoulder possessively, pulling me closer to him. I groaned in pain.

Jay wanted to grab me back when I forced a smile on him telling him that I’m safe. When honestly, I’m not.

I remained silent when we got in the apartment. I bit my bottom lip as Joker opened the door and stretched his neck and shoulder. I pushed Wooin’s arm that surrounds on my shoulder. He just glared at me. Vinny went to the fridge to get something. They all ignored me like they didn’t do something shit today.

Vinny threw the bag of ice on Joker, Vinny pointed a finger on me.

“Treat that shit, we can’t afford losing the race because of that bruise.” Vinny said, leaving us.

He’s mad at me. It is not because I went to Jay and his former friends. It is because of my decision to stay with Wooin knowing how toxic he was. It’s one of the main issues why we separated a long ago. He said he couldn’t understand that bond between Wooin and I, and why am I not doing anything about it.

“You should have gone easier, you are not blind right?” Joker told Wooin. Wooin like an asshole he is, he just sat down on the couch playing with his lollipop.

“Careful, if it’s not because of her, I would have destroyed that man’s skull. She protected him against us, against us, asshole.” Wooin laughed in disbelief.

Joker just remained silent. He slowly pulled down the strap of my top, therefore my purple shoulder was exposed. He didn’t say anything when he gently pressed the ice bag on it. I hissed. I caught Wooin’s serious eyes while watching us, his eyes went to my shoulder. There’s no guilt or shame in his eyes, only emptiness. Such a heartwarming view.

“The next time you go there, I’ll stab each of you in your sleep.” I threatened them with a serious tone. Joker looked at me, obviously taking that as a joke. While Wooin just glared at me to death.

“Leave, the club needs you right now.” Wooin said to Joker. More like ordering him.

“If you add another of this, you’ll be my next opponent in the boxing ring.” Joker said with a low tone that sent chills down to my spine. He put the ice bag on the table, leaving us.

“That dipshit just threatened me and escaped right away. See what you have done? You’re turning him against me.” Wooin stood up and walked slowly towards me.

“No shit.” I said sarcastically. I walked past him, bumping on his shoulder intentionally and it satisfied me even a little.

“Try to walk out that door and I swear…” I cut him off. I faced him with tears forming on the corners of my eyes.

“What? You’re going to give me another bruise? Where would that be this time? On my fucking face?” I scowled at him. Wooin was stunned not because of my words, but because of my face. His eyes softened a little bit that I almost thought it’s just all of my imagination.

He sighed deeply and his eyes went upwards in the ceiling as if trying to think something. He licked his bottom lip with his cut tongue. His hand went to my waist pulling me but I slapped it.

“Don’t touch me, pig.” I hissed.

“You know it wasn’t my intention to fucking hurt you. You protected that asshole against me, me Yeshina, the only man who has been there in your whole life. If you want to hit me back do it, but I’ll not assure you that man will be safe around me, do you hear me?” Wooin said as he met with my eyes.

Everyone will never see this side of him but only me. I can’t say that he has a soft spot for me because goodness was never his motto. The sincereness in his eyes disappeared as his playful gazes met mine.

“Alright, don’t look at me like that, baby. There’s no way I would let you with that moron, Jay Jo.” he whispered as his lips went to my neck, he was teasing my neck with his breath while his hand crawled downwards my shorts.

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m tired of these games, Wooin.” I said blankly. He scoffed.

“Just remember you did all of this. You fucking owe since then, there’s no way in hell you could get away from this.” Wooin gripped my entrance that I had to hold back my groan and shut my eyes down.

I heard someone enter the room and then I saw Hyuk was standing there. He immediately understood the situation I’m in. His eyes went to Wooin before putting his bag on the table.

“Don’t mind me.” he said as he continued to grab a drink from the fridge. I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I glared at Wooin.

“It’s all your fault I became like this, remember that.” he hissed as he removed his hand from down there and walked out the door. I had to catch my breath like crazy.

He didn’t have to remind me of all of that. I need to join Jay jo’s crew so I could get him off my skin.

#r 18 #webtoon #wind breaker #jay jo x reader #wooin x reader #smut #hummingbird #sabbath crew

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