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marvelsimp · 3 years

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The New Kid: Arriving

Ch. 2

The New Kid Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, Angst Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh) , Avengers & Reader Warnings: General angst, swearing, Description: It’s the reader’s birthday so Peter takes her to Avenger’s Tower and there are a few surprises along the way. Reader’s Powers: Healing, telepathy, and empath. Word Count: 3,073

“So, what are the plans for today?”

“You’ll just have to find out,” Peter said smiling.

“Come on its my birthday, you gotta tell me,” you whined.

“Don’t worry it’ll be fun but first, donuts.” He opened the door to a donut shop that you were just about to walk past. You grinned; donuts were definitely one of your favorite things for breakfast. Peter quickly went up to the counter and ordered two chocolate donuts for himself and then your two favorites.

“How’d you know my order? We’ve never gotten donuts together,” you said while sitting down at a table.

He looked at you a little offended. “Y/n, we’ve known each other for almost a year know. And you talk about food, especially breakfast food way, too, much.”

‘Fair enough,” you scoffed.

You and Peter sat there eating for maybe fifteen minutes when Peter suddenly got up, “Looks like our ride is here.”

You looked out and there was a black car that had just pulled up. You shot Peter a confused look but decided asking questions would get you nowhere. So, you followed him out and got in the car door he opened for you.

“Happy, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Happy,” Peter said while getting into the car himself.

You waved and smiled at Happy, he nodded and then started driving. “So, umm,” you weren’t quite sure where you were going with that much less where you were going at all.

“Y/n, calm down,” he teased. “I wouldn’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable with, especially on your birthday.”

You let out a sigh. The rest of the car trip there wasn’t much talking, you just looked out the window and took in the city that was becoming your new home. When you finally arrived you had no clue where you were until you got out of the car and looked up. Your eyes grew wide in surprise and excitement. “What the hell, Parker?” You exclaimed while slapping Peter’s arm.

“Surprise,” he grinned.

You were at Avengers Tower; you’d always wanted to go since if first opened after the attack on New York. The first two floors were open to the public but the rest of the floors were for the Avengers, it was very rare for anyone else to be allowed to enter.

Peter just smiled interlocking your arms together and walked you into the building. Over the next two hours you walked from one station to another. Some were a bit more historic and just listed facts about important Avenger events. Some were video games or short documentaries about each individual avenger, or at least most of them. Your favorite one was the VR game where you got to play as an Avenger, you chose Captain Marvel while Peter chose Ironman.

When you had seemingly finished, you were a little sad but Peter quickly lifted you spirts, “Don’t worry I have another surprise.”

You could feel the excitement absolutely radiate off of him, you were pretty sure that even if you didn’t have powers that you’d still feel it. Peter grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the building. He led you the back of the building to a garage like area and then to an elevator. You quickly caught on. He was taking you to the upper levels, the Avengers Levels.

“Peter, your n-“

“Friday, I have a guest. Let Mr. Stark know that we’re here.”

“Yes, Mr. Parker he is already aware. Would you like me to send you straight up to him?”

“Yes, please,” he said while stepping onto the elevator, dragging you along.

“Peter, are you introducing me to THE Tony Stark?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah,” he perked up, “Friday, this is Y/n Y/l/n. Y/n, this is Friday.”

“Hello, Miss Y/l/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s, um, nice to meet you, too,” you say looking at the ceiling.

“She’s Mr. Stark’s AI for the building. She’s also in his suits,” Peter explained.

“Like Karen?”

“Like Karen.”

You were anxious to say the least. You were in Avengers tower and about to meet TONY STARK. You collected yourself as the elevator rose, taking in a few breaths. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Surprising you is more fun.”

You rolled your eyes, “My own best friend keeping such a big secret from me!”

“Hmm, like you haven’t kept anything from me.”

“That’s different!”

You both had big smiles on your faces as the elevator doors opened and there they were the Avengers. Your face dropped, “Holy fuck!” You said that a lot louder than you meant, your hands covered your mouth, as the Avengers turned their heads to look at you. You quickly slid over in the elevator to be out of their lines of view as you could hear a few snickers. You turned to Peter slapping his arm a few times. “You asshole!” you whispered angrily.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he laughed. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, though!”

“Peter! Those are the Avengers! Why are you laughing?!?!”

“Come on, Y/n. They’ll love you and I’m not the one who just screamed ‘fuck,’” he whispered in your ear.

You muttered trying to figure out what to say. You sighed at the stupid boy in front of you then you took a deep breath in. “Fine. Oh my god.”

You shook off your anxiety and when you were ready you gave Peter a light shove, making him lead the way. The room, or what ever it was, was huge. The main section, or where the Avengers were, was elevated from where the elevator was so you had to look up at them. It was to say the least intimidating, but they all seemed to just be hanging out on the couches that were on the platform.

You looked to the left, right over Peter’s shoulder, and there he was Tony Fucking Stark. Right behind him were Steve Rodgers and Bucky Barnes who were talking between themselves. Close behind them was the Falcon, you only didn’t know his name because the public didn’t know his name. Some of the Avengers were like that, their true names weren’t know so the media used other names, such as Falcon, Spider-Man, Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye and a few more. You had stopped walking and there he was, your mind was running at light speed while your mouth hadn’t even started walking yet.

“Y/n, this is Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark, this is Y/n!” said Peter who was once again beaming with excitement.

“Tony, please,” Mr. Sta-Tony corrected. “I can never convince him to call me that.”

You turned your head to seen Peter’s face go a little red, causing you to chuckle. You turned back to Tony, you were amazed… more like in shock. “I-It’s an honor to meet you.” You felt like you should bow or something, they were like royalty to you but you resisted the urge. “And yeah Peter’s likes that, an idiot. Umm, I can’t believe I’m meeting you, cause someone decided not to tell me.” Tony smirked at your response. “I’d love to ask you about your suits, they are absolutely amazing! Especially the nano technology its incredible.”

“We can talk about that later, kid. But for now, you gotta meet the rest of the crew.” With that he walked away, back to the platform with the couches.

“You’re trying to kill me, Parker,” you whispered in your best friend’s ear as the three men who had been behind Tony approached.

You were freaking out all over again. Three more Avengers, you were meeting Avengers.

“Steve,” the blond man reached his hand out.

“Y/n,” you said reaching to shake Captain America’s hand. “And you’re, uh, Bucky.” He just nodded in return. You turned to the other man, you scrunched your face saying a sort of sorry.

The man just stepped forward, barley bumping into Bucky, “Sam.”

“What the hell was that for?” Bucky growled, clearly angry that Sam had touched him.

“Language,” said Steve who looked like he was dealing with two toddlers.

“Don’t ‘language’ me,” he turned back to Steve. “She just said a way worse word than that, not even five minutes ago!” he said pointing his finger at you. You gritted you teeth and turned your head a little in shame.

Steve scoffed at Bucky then turned back to you. “Nice to meet you, doll,” he says grabbing Bucky’s metal arm dragging him and Sam away from you and Peter.

That whole interaction through you off. “That was-“

“Weird?”

“Yeah, this one hundred percent makes me feel like I’m in a fanfic,” you say trying to ease your anxieties.

He just blushes.

“Come on I’m not even talking about sm-”

“Ahem,” a brunette woman coughs to get your attention. You look over and there are the Scarlet Witch and Natasha Romanoff. You blush, both of them are a lot prettier in person and they caught you in the middle of a weird sentence. “I’m Wanda,” she says with a kind smile. The rest of the Avengers seemed excited or at least a little happy and she was but you could also feel her mourning. A type of mourning she was hiding away, trying to ignore, wouldn’t accept. You understood that kind of mourning.

“And I’m Nat. Oh, and you might want to watch out.”

Suddenly you were grabbed from behind and picked up. “Lady Y/n,” said the thundering voice, “It is an honor to meet you.”

You got the wind knocked out of you but you eventually let out a big long laugh. You turned your head and as you had suspected it was Thor. “It’s nice to meet you too,” you giggled.

“How about you let her down now?” instructed it calm voice behind you. With that Thor set you gently on the ground. “I’m Bruce,” stated the man stepping around the god to see you.

Your eyes widen, you have Dr. Bruce Banner in front of you. You were going to ask about his PhDs or something along those lines, but you were interrupted by Friday.

“I would like to inform everyone that lunch is now ready.”

Everyone made their way to a large table. You clutched onto Peter’s arm hoping you didn’t faint or get overwhelmed and have an anxiety attack, even though you were surprisingly calm. You ended up sitting with Peter on your left and Wanda on your right. You soon discovered that lunch was pizza. Thank god. You were afraid it was going to be something fancy. Wanda offered to get you some you favorites using her powers, to which you accepted.

“So, Y/n,” Tony started, “Peter tells me that you’ve already graduated from high school.”

“Uh, yeah. After the blip, when I came back, my school was no longer running so I decided to do school from home. It was just easier so I spent my time pouring over my studies and working on some projects. I finished what would usually be five semesters in about five months?”

Tony seemed to be impressed. “Tell me about the projects you were working on.” You looked over to Peter, kind of asking if he had told him about your powers. It took him a second to understand but he returned with a nod. “After I came back I discovered my powers so I used an old microscope and collected some of my blood to study.” You went on to explain your process and what you found. You then continued by talking about your projects. The avengers would ask questions, mostly Tony, Bruce, and Peter.

Then you felt it, it was like someone was screaming in your ear. Loki. That couldn’t be right, Loki died during one of the battles with Thanos. As you began to understand and test your powers you learned that a person’s subconscious was almost always saying their name, the only time that becomes loud enough for you to hear is when the person is trying to focus or is under a crap ton of stress. The screaming persisted. You finally decided to turn you powers completely on to figure out exactly where it was coming from. You finally discovered it to be the man who seemed to be preparing some desserts. The voice screaming Loki over and over continued to grow louder and louder. The sound was banging around your skull causing you to develop a slight headache. You turned to Wanda, you wanted to make sure before you started to throw around accusations of Loki being in Avengers Tower. “Wanda,” you whispered in her ear, “could you read that guy’s mind over there. Something feels off.”

She nodded her head. Her eyes had a very faint red glow to them. After a few seconds she suddenly stood up causing everyone to turn their heads to her, a few them went into instant defense mode, ready for a fight. Her hands began to glow red and the man was now surrounded in the red glow too. “Reveal yourself or I will,” she demanded.

The man groaned and rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he said while transforming and revealing himself to be Loki.

Thor stood up quickly his happy demeanor turned mincing as he held his hand out for what you assumed to be for Mjolnir to arrive.

Peter quickly picked you up from your chair and ran you out to the elevator. Which was smart because now there was yelling and screaming. “Friday take us to the game floor… Shit!” Peter grinned punching your arm slightly.

“Didn’t know I could do that.”

“No, just didn’t expect Loki to be here much less alive!”

You went on to explain to Peter how you had discovered the God of Mischief while to elevator when down. Eventually it stopped and you two got out. You finished your story just as Peter opened the first door.

“This is the gym.” It was a expansive room, a portion of it was just the usual work out gear, a ginormous rock wall, and a boxing ring. “Over here is my favorite bit.” Peter led you to a door. When you stepped through it was full of walls that didn’t meet the ceiling, little secret paths and quite a few upper platforms.

“This is where we play laser tag,” Peter explained, “It’s meant for training but also fun! Everything can be changed with a push of a button.” He walks over to a panel on the wall and pushes a few buttons on the tablet. The room then shifts and changes, its now a little more direct with a lot of less tunnels and more simple hiding spots. Peter then walks over to a wall that has some vests and weapons. He turns to you with a cheeky grin, “Do you wanna play?”

You smile reaching your hand out to receive a vest. “Game on.”

You and Peter play for who knows how long, but it distracted both of you from what happened upstairs. Even with both of your regenerative abilities you were both panting and sweating after half a dozen rounds but still having fun. Then Friday spoke up, “Peter, Mr. Stark has informed me that you need to check your phone.” You both pause your game; Peter reaches for his back pocket and reads a message.

“What does it say?”

“Umm, he just wanted to let us know that they got Loki,” he says peeking up from behind a wall then you shoot at him missing. “Cheater!” After a few more rounds Peter asks, “Do you want to continue the tour? We can always come back here later.”

“Yes, please,” you say catching your breath. You and Peter put up the gear, get some water and then exit the gym area. He shows you a massive olympic size pool with several diving boards of different heights. Then he takes you to a huge game room. It has several TVs, computers, there’s even a small VR room, and of course there are tons of board games.

Since he got that text form Tony, Peter’s excitement keeps growing and growing. “You have another surprise, what is it?”

Peter opens his mouth then closes and he lets out a sigh, he’s a terrible liar and you’re basically a walking talking lie detector. “Come on,” he lets out sounding a little defeated.

You let out a chuckle, he leads you back to the elevator. “Friday, take us to the living area”

The elevator rises. It takes you to a common area, there’s a kitchen, dining table, and a tv with some couches and chairs all in the same room. You assume, like Peter said, that this is where the avengers live.

“I wanted to show you the labs first, but I think you’ll like this a little more. This is where the Avengers live,” he grins like he always does with pure joy escaping him. “The Starks’ have the Penthouse, so they don’t have rooms down here and there’s a floor just for King T’Challa and his family, Princess Shuri’s nice you’d love her.” He leads you to a hallway with several doors. “At the end of the hall there is a guest room on each side. This hall has War Machine’s, Hawkeye’s, Widow’s, Antman’s, Dr. Banner’s, and Dr. Strange’s rooms.” He had pointed to each one respectively. He then walks to the opposite side of the living space and to another hallway. Instead of stopping before the hallway he continued walking into it. “These on the left are Falcon’s, Wanda’s, Bucky’s, and Steve’s. On the right there’s Captain Marvel’s, Thor’s, mine, and this one...” he opens door that’s in between his and Thor’s and walks in, you follow. “This is yours.”

You let out a gasp and put your hand to your mouth. All of your stuff is here, your bedding, posters, pictures, clothes, all of it. You can feel the tears streaming down your face and you turn to Peter who is smiling with tear filled eyes. “What?” you breathe out not sure what to say. Peter simply pointed to a note on the bed. You walk over to it and read it:

“Welcome to the team, we got a lot to talk about but for now enjoy. -The Avengers”

“I..” you turn to Peter who is now crying, too. You walk to him and engulf him in a hug and whisper, “Thank you.”

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atinyidea · 4 years

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[ 2 ] SPARKLES ON THE WATER | FIVE | D. Kyungsoo

chapter summary — The events over the past day affects the whole pack, should Euina be allowed to know the truth? What would happen if she’s not? Kyungsoo has always been more observant than others, but then again, he’s always away... visiting you in his dreams.

note — Kyungsoo’s mate is named Inhui

word count — 4.2k

tag list — @avmfreak96 and the tags from the first edition, please let me know if you would like me to untag you! @asslikegilinsky, @acevampyre, @high-on-food, @chanyeolol, and @marshmallow-phd! also, let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

main masterlist — the lunar myths masterlist

FIVE — Hello!

KYUNGSOO

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house – since Euina was a child and not a hyperactive wolf, like Baekhyun or Chanyeol. It had been a few centuries since they were children and, it wasn’t like they didn’t like children, the pack just weren’t mainly used to them anymore. The sisters, Sehun’s mate Yuna and her thirteen-year-old sister Euina, had been at the packhouse for a total of four hours. Both girls asleep on one another on one of the couches in the pain room.

Kyungsoo had always been an early riser, even as a young boy he would be awake by eight in the morning at most and had been awake when the members who had gone out, came back. He hadn’t slept yet, but he noticed straight away that Sehun wasn’t with them – also that Baekhyun wasn’t wearing the sweatpants he had left in anymore – and simply assumed something bad had happened.

He was right, as per usual. Although none of them expected it to be another hour before they even heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway. Danbi, especially, had been biting at her nails in worry for their youngest member. When they went through the door, Sehun’s mate entering first – holding two bags of her back and something furry in her hands – while Sehun wandered in not long after her, Kyungsoo’s first thought was: who is he carrying?

And then, is that a cat?

Apparently, the sleeping child Sehun carried on his back was the sister of his mate, who wouldn’t leave her alone overnight. Kyungsoo admired Yuna’s sense of loyalty, he had to admit, even if the young girl shouldn’t know of the existence of Were’s. Sehun had laid her down of a couch, her small frame unmoving apart from the steady rise and fall of her rhythmic breathing.

“So, you must be Yuna.” Was the first thing Kyungsoo had said to the newest mate. Yuna simply nodded, holding the steel-grey cat to her chest in what Kyungsoo assumed to be a calming tick for her nervousness.

“I don’t know your rules? Or whatever, about telling people about werewolves but we, I, haven’t told her anything yet.” Yuna spoke before Sehun could open his mouth. “I don’t even know what I’d tell her.”

“Usually it’s only mates, for humans that is.” Junmyeon began, as Yuna took a seat next to her sister.

“Although there are always exceptions.” Sehun chipped in before any other word can be said. Kyungsoo assumed it was to reassure his mate, his wolf having spoken the words for him as a reflex. He watched as Sehun sat next to Yuna; as Euina curled herself into her sister’s side; as Yuna seemed to relax a little when Sehun’s hand landed on her knee. It was what he did. He observed, listened, understood. He had not yet experienced the full pull of the mate bond – for him, and his mate had not officially met – but, he understood Sehun’s need to cut their ‘leader’ off.

Junmyeon, unfazed, pulled Danbi closer to his chest and nodded. “Danbi’s mother was an exception, we know that sometimes it’s necessary.” He smiled. “However, she did have to get approved through the voting, and we’ll have to wait until everyone is awake.”

“And when Yixing is back,” Kyungsoo added.

And so, Yuna decided that she would get some sleep, telling Sehun to wake her up later, when more people were awake. Kyungsoo decided to try and sleep as well, departing to his bedroom with a quiet “goodnight.” He faintly heard Junmyeon tell Sehun to sleep as well. That he was injured, and they would wake him up later.

His room wasn’t the biggest, but it also wasn’t the smallest. It was a part of the newest section of the house – one wall had been replaced with a wall of windows. Kyungsoo liked it, he could view the surrounding forest, and when the sky was clear, he could see the ocean. He had always loved the sea, the water had always given him a sense of comfort – which had always confused him, given his affinity for earth. When they had moved to the coastline (almost 100 years ago), Kyungsoo designed this room specifically because it faced the ocean. He didn’t give the others a reason. When they had moved, the building they bought (that Junmyeon, Yifan and Minah bought) wasn’t nearly as big as it stood now, with only five bedrooms, a kitchen, two dining rooms and two parlour rooms. So, when they expanded, Kyungsoo and Luhan decided they’d take care of it. Luhan’s gift of telepathy helped the design of each different members room to fit their personalities quicker than it would have been if they asked them – everyone knows that Tao, Sehun and Baekhyun could talk for decades.

Additionally, when they moved, Kyungsoo met his mate. Given the thought he was going delirious for a solid year, dreaming of mermaids – or one mermaid in particular. He had never tried to talk to her, or maybe he had and was always woken up, but when she finally turned to look at him – he knew. This mermaid was his mate, and he found out during a dream. Only Luhan knows (so consequently so does Minseok and Sehun but they can keep a secret) of his ‘visits’ with her.

He fell asleep quicker than he thought.

He learnt very quickly why he saw you in his dreams. It was the first time the two of you talked. You said “hello” and so did he, and the next sentences were to acknowledge the other as mates and then, you told him one of the secrets of the merfolk.

“Mermaids don’t call them ‘mates’. We call them our ‘fated one’.” You smiled at him, a dimple appearing on your left cheek. In this dream state, you were sat on what looked like a giant jellyfish. Kyungsoo remembered you telling him that while you had control of these dreams, they were generally based on what your actual surroundings were. You said to him that you fell asleep on a smack of moon jellies, small translucent and bioluminescent bells that could never sting you (a perk of being a mermaid) but didn’t want to overwhelm him the sheer amount of jellyfish you were around. You told him that Moon Jellies were your favourite, that you loved sleeping on them and that they let you because you were a great conversationalist. That made him smile.

You always made him smile.

“-and mermaids can always visit their fated one during shared dreams.” You explained. “It happens when we’re asleep at the same time. We’ll fall out of it when either of us wakes up.” Kyungsoo believed he could listen to you talk for a millennium and never get jaded.

He was surprised when he saw you, considering it was almost seven in the morning and the two of you usually met in the dreams during the middle of the night. You must not have risen with the change of tides like you typically do. When your form became more visible, and Kyungsoo could see your beautiful smile his own face formed a smile too. However, when he took note of your tired eyes and how your smile wasn’t real, his expression dropped. The two of you were surrounded by darkness, not having the energy to conjure up a visual.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Why are you only just sleeping now?” You asked him back. He noted that you had deflected his question.

“Something happened with the pack when I was about to head to bed. Junmyeon called at around four to say Sehun had been in an altercation. He wanted someone to be awake when they got back, just in case. I was already awake, so I just stayed up.” He explained. You nodded. The two of you fell into a short silence. Looking at you, he could tell you were stressing over something. Your tail, long and shimmery fading from a teal blue to a teal green (with pale pink accents in your fins), wasn’t shining as bright as usual and the smaller blue scales that lined your neck were darker than usual.

“Are you okay?” He repeated his earlier question. In this dream state, he was able to hold you, to feel you and soon you were in his arms. It was a weird sensation as he never felt like he was submerged in water, but he could quite clearly feel the thinness of your tail fins when they brushed against his legs. He could feel the juxtaposition between the coolness of your tail and the heat you radiated. He hadn’t asked yet, but he often wondered what sensations you felt when wrapped up around him.

You sighed. “Things have…” You paused, laying your head on his shoulder. “Things have become complicated.” There have been many times over the past hundred years where you have explained your situation to Kyungsoo. Your ambition and drive to be a good daughter, your loyalty towards your mother and father always contradicting your own personal wants to get away from them. You wanted to explore. You wanted to have your legs for more than one day during the Lunar Moon. You wanted to find him, to be with him and love him with your whole being. You told him how it was unheard of to have a fated one be one of the ‘landfolk’ (as your father ever-so-lovingly told you) and how you were scared of leaving your family behind and not being accepted back in.

You shared your status as a part of one of the royal lines of your kingdom. How your parents would take over after the current king passed. You told him that while you had no siblings of your own, you thought of Hyunjin, your mother’s sister’s son, as one. Hyunjin wasn’t much younger than you and often shared your desire to leave for land.

“My desire to come to you, to land, is higher than ever.” You finally whispered. “My father has betrayed my mother with her sister.” Your words were slow. “Hyunjin is my brother. By blood.

“Mother is livid, she and father have been yelling for a day now. Hyunjin is distraught, it took a few hours to calm him down enough for him to sleep. Our home has been ringing for hours on end – mothers’ affinity for sonar is truly something. She banished my aunt from the castle, told her she wasn’t to set ‘one inch of a fin within the outer borders of the kelp that lines our plot’ or she’ll curse her. I don’t know how she’d curse her own sister. I’ve never seen my mother so mad.” You finished your small rant. “I’m scared.”

Kyungsoo pulled you closer, your head tucked underneath his. “Then come.” He whispered. Maybe he was being selfish and maybe what you needed to do was stay, but, you were scared more than ever before, and it had been one hundred years. He was probably one of, if not the, most patient wolfs of the pack, but even his patience could wear thin.

“It’s been on my mind since the news came out. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You mumbled against his collar. “But I can’t leave Hyunjin, especially not now.”

“Then bring him as well.” Kyungsoo didn’t like how quickly his words spilt from his lips but, he couldn’t come to regret saying them. You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. A bet of silence surrounded you. You nodded.

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.”

A flare of hope raised in his chest as he told you. Even down to the geological coordinates, he had memorised for this specific reason. He saw your eyes widen in surprise, mouth drop open to reply but, he was taken away from the dream as he was shaken awake. When he opened his eyes, the face of Jongin stood above him.

“Junmyeon-hyung sent me to wake you.” The younger boy smiled in apology, seeing the glare Kyungsoo had sent his awakener. He wouldn’t know that you were shocked as to how close the two of you really were.

When everyone was finally awake and situated in the main room, it had just passed one in the afternoon. Yixing had been back for almost an hour, but Yifan and Minah had to attend to something in the city – an emergency – and only arrived back at the house a few minutes after one. The new-comers had been awake as long as he had and, while still a little awkward, the two girls had relaxed. Euina and Baekhyun were sharing funny stories – mainly about Chanyeol, Euina’s friends and Yuna – while Yuna and Sehun sat murmuring to each other. Kyungsoo couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Sehun and his mate were getting closer. That, even though the situation was bad, Sehun had finally gotten over his nerves and talked to her.

Kyungsoo had been a little moody when he was dragged away from his sleep, he always was when he was dragged away from you, but he couldn’t deny the sense of pride he felt seeing Sehun with his mate. He imagined everyone in the pack felt proud of him.

Another development had been when Minah got back. Before she had left, she had come to Euina to make her feel more comfortable surrounded by a mass of men she didn’t know.

“You told me you like to bake, right?” Minah had asked, sitting on the floor next to Euina and Baekhyun. Euina nodded. Minah‘s smile transitioned into a beaming grin. Kyungsoo watched as she clapped her hands together loudly, looking over her shoulder at him. “Great!” She exclaimed, turning back to Euina. “Kyungsoo loves to bake too! We were going to bake some red velvet cupcakes tomorrow for Yixing coming back, but we can always make them earlier!” She stood up with a small bounce, extending a hand for the teenager to grab. “Right, Kyungsoo?”

“Right.” He agreed with little hesitance.

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house but, Kyungsoo was always one to do his best to make a child happier. Euina took a glance at Yuna, who smiled back at her. With the subtle nod of her head, Euina turned back to Minah and grabbed her hand.

She motioned for Euina to enter the kitchen before them, to go help Jongin, who was already in the kitchen, wearing an apron (that only covered from the waist down) and a kind smile on his face. Euina went to him almost immediately.

“Since when were we baking for Yixing? He only went to work.” Kyungsoo said, voice lower than a whisper. The female werewolf heard him anyway.

“She doesn’t know that.” She answered in the same manner. “Besides, I thought it wouldn’t be in her best interest to sit with us while we discuss whether or not she should know the truth.”

“What’s Jongin’s view?” Kyungsoo was curious, the younger who was already in the kitchen must have already given his answer. He and Kyungsoo were similar in that way, not wanting to argue about something so, well, useless.

“Same as you, same as me, that she should know.”

Of course, Kyungsoo nodded. Jongin had always been kind-hearted, and even then, children were his weakness. “Good,” was all he said before the two of them entered the kitchen, making sure the door closed properly behind them.

YOU

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.” You had asked. He had given you the best answer in the world. Turns out he was less than 100 feet away from a gate. There were nine gates all over the planet, an easy way for supernaturals to find each other. The primary purpose of the gates was to connect the different supernatural planes, or universes as Hyunjin liked to joke. You loved the fact that the part of the ocean, in the Southern Kingdom, was where the third gate was placed: The Morire Gate.

As soon as Kyungsoo had left your shared dream, you woke yourself up with a pinch to one of your small fins that sat on your hips, right on the tip where it was most sensitive. You sat up from the reef you had made your bed and set off in a quest to find Hyunjin.

Swimming fast was always something you were good at. Due to the size of your tail, it’s long length yet slender frame was great for becoming streamline, the small fins on your waist and hips contributed to your long tailfins’ great ability to catch currents and propel you forwards even quicker. Their length also giving you a powerful kick, Kyungsoo had complimented you after watching you race a dolphin once in a shared dream.

However, swimming fast now didn’t feel the same.

Your heart was felt heavy in your chest, and the thin translucent webbing between your fingers kept sticking together. You were a mess of emotions and Hyunjin being hard to find was not something you wished to deal with at this particular moment.

Fortunately, fate was on your side for the moment, the Gods smiling down at you with fondness. You made a mental note to pray to the Lunar Goddesses in thanks for you swan right into Hyunjin not even a minute later.

“Woah!” He chuckled, holding your upper arms between his fingers – the webbing significantly less sticky. “Slow down, you’ll tear a fin!”

“Jinnie, we’re leaving.” You wasted no time in paddling around the coral.

“We’re what?”

“Leaving.”

“Alright.” He shrugged. He had always been the one to express his feelings of adventure the most between the two of you. “Where?”

“On land.” You paused, gauging his reaction. When he didn’t object, you continued. “We’re going to my fated one.” You said slowly.

“Kyungsoo? Do you even know where he is?” You could hardly keep a secret from anyone, but you were never able to keep one from Hyunjin. However, you loved talking about Kyungsoo, so you supposed it was a situation with no loses.

“He just told me.” You smiled, conveying what your fated one had told you.

“Wow! He’s not so far away from the seventh gate! The Guilan Gate.” Hyunjin exclaimed, the two of you now swimming back towards your castle.

“I know! But I don’t think he does,” you replied with a sheepish smile.

Once back at your home the two of you parted way to go to your separate quarters. You wouldn’t need much, you didn’t need clothes underwater and your ‘prized possessions’ would last very long above water. What you did do, was swim to your mothers’ quarters to whisper into a shell you lovingly dubbed as a shell-phone. Its official name was, in fact, a whisper shell. Its purpose was to hold the last whisper uttered and share it with the next person to pick it up. Kyungsoo had said it was similar to sending a letter or texting, whatever that was.

Once finished, you placed the shell down on its opening (so your whisper wouldn’t spill out) and then placed a sand-dollar on top of it, to signal that it was ready to share a whisper. Then you left your mother’s quarters. At least she’d know you were alive now, once you left.

Around ten minutes later, you didn’t really care for the concept of time, you met back up with your brother, a human satchel over your shoulder. Inside wasn’t much, just a few shells you were particularly attached to (the smaller ones you liked putting in your hair along with shiny pearls but that was a different story) and a few other bits and bobs. You looked at the assortment of things Hyunjin held in his arms and raised an eyebrow. Wordlessly you opened the knitted bag and motioned for him to place his items inside. He did so, grinning at you.

“You know, that’ll be dripping once we’re on land, right?”

“That’s usually what happens when things are wet Jinnie.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get a move on, it’s not the longest swim to the Morire Gate, but it’s still quite a swim. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

And then, the two young royals left the sanctuary of their land and found themselves on land for the first time without a Lunar Moon.

What an adventure indeed.

KYUNGSOO

Just under an hour had passed since the kitchen door closed. Kyungsoo didn’t know quite what was taking them so long to decide if the thirteen-year-old girl was allowed to know their secret or not, especially since the majority of them were all for it. He couldn’t make out what most words were said (because they had soundproofed almost every room since the technology was created). Still, he could hear that both Danbi, Junmyeon and Yuna were expressing different variations of concern with Euina knowing. From what his ear had caught, Danbi was worried about what would happen if she was taken and didn’t know anything – “What if those horrible rogues take her! What if they hurt her and she has no idea for what reason or what the hell is going on?”– while Junmyeon was worried about what would happen if she was taken and she knew, and the rogues tortured information out of her – “She’s a child! No one deserves to be tortured let alone a child!”– and Yuna just wanted them to stop talking about her little sister being tortured. The room had become exceptionally quieter, and the cupcakes had been put into the oven, Minah thought it would be okay for them to join back up with the rest of the house.

She was wrong.

As she opened the kitchen door, Euina just in front of her with the woman’s hand on her shoulder, the seal keeping them cluelessly oblivious from the debate happening in the main room was broken.

Kyungsoo felt like his heart dropped out of his chest.

He wouldn’t be able to tell anyone exactly what was said, but it was an argument between Yuna and Sehun and, Yifan and Tao while Junmyeon was stuck in the middle trying to defuse it all.

“I don’t want to even think about the fact my sister could get kidnapped and killed by a bunch of psycho rogue werewolves! All I’m saying is that I won’t lie to her.” This was the only thing Kyungsoo picked out before everything became silent.

All eyes on the door that just opened and the two girls who had walked through them. Kyungsoo and Jongin shared a look before following their steps into the main room.

“Why am I going to die?” Euina’s voice was small and cracked as she finished her sentence. Kyungsoo didn’t need Luhan’s affinity to figure out she was scared.

Yuna’s face dropped as she saw her sister in the doorframe. Sehun’s form tensing behind her, probably feeling her drop of emotions. “No. You’re not going to die.” She reassured straight away, standing from Sehun’s side to walk closer to the young girl, though Sehun stood to follow not even a second later. She knelt down “I won’t let anything happen to you if I can stop it.”

A few seconds of silence passed. “Werewolves?” Euina’s whisper was heard by everyone (apart from Danbi and Eunjin who were human enough to not have super heightened hearing) her voice still thick with emotion.

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now,” Baekhyun spoke up, with a smirk on his face as the werecat sat up from his laying down position on the floor. No one acknowledged him or his pun. “No point in arguing about it now.” He sighed, standing. “Just so you know, I was all for you knowing from the get-go.” He smiled at Euina before disappearing, probably going to his room to finally sleep.

Before he knew it, Euina had run past him, tears spilling out over her cheeks. It was like the sky was listening because soon enough, the heavens had opened, and the clouds started crying too. Yuna followed her sister through the door, even if she didn’t know her way around the house or where Euina would go in the first place.

Kyungsoo decided it would be best if he stayed out of their business.

He was just about to retreat back to his room, to try and sleep and maybe see you once again, but before anyone else moved, there was a rap against the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I’ll get it.” Kyungsoo murmured, not seeing the need to raise his voice. When everyone would hear it anyway. Plus, he was the only one standing up at the moment, and he was closest to the door. It was only logical.

When he opened the door, he was met with the bare back of a woman and, when she turned, his heart did leap. It was you. You were here, on his doorstep.

And you weren’t wearing a shirt. Or any clothes for that matter.

“Hello.” Your smile stunned Kyungsoo, he began to wonder if he was still dreaming.

Another voice sounded out, sheepishly, and a man stepped out from behind his mate.

“Uh, hi.” He gave a small awkward wave.

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bohemian-napsodyy · 5 years

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Teach Me Your Heart

Request: “Can I ask what If like , rami(Freddie Mercury) gets a co star in the bohemian Rhapsody movie right (it’s au) and the actress sings in the movie , but in real life is a pop star , and rami(and Freddie ) falls for her ( like how David Bowie sang in labyrinth, but he’s a real life singer” -- requested by @angelfuzzy2

Word Count: 3.1k (im sorry)

Warnings: there’s a bit of anxiety that happens (not a full on panic attack though) -- just wanted to keep everyone aware

A/N: Thank you for being so patient with me for this one! I’m sorry it took me a while to get it done, but I really enjoyed working with this idea. The title is a line from a song called Meant by Zach Winters, an incredibly beautiful song that helped to inspire the plot for this :) if you like, you can listen to it here.

PS: there’s a song mentioned at the end that i deliberately chose to remain ambiguous, so you can pick your favourite/best song to insert in for that scene :) it’ll make sense when you get to that part, i promise

You weren’t sure what to call the events that occurred all within one week, but you knew it was more than just a coincidence.

Performing was in your bones. You were born for it. There was nothing else you’d rather do. Just the thought of working a normal nine-to-five job made you crumple a little inside. You had spent your entire childhood putting on shows for relatives at holiday gatherings, and now that you were older you realized acting was your thing. And singing. You were so passionate about music, you couldn’t go a single day without picking up your guitar for at least an hour.

You had an agent for acting, and you had a YouTube channel up for your music. It wasn’t much, but at least you were putting yourself out there somehow. You had started to get discouraged though -- it had been almost two years and you had only gotten minor roles for local productions. Not to mention you were lucky if you managed to get over one hundred views on your music uploads.

Sure, you submitted an audition tape for a film about Freddie Mercury, which definitely seemed like a big deal, but you never heard back. It had been four months since you submitted your audition, and by now you were ready to give up the possibility of hearing back from the producers.

Nine-To-Five Nightmares were approaching faster than you thought. You weren’t sure how much longer you could afford to continue pursuing a career in performing arts.

Then out of the blue, or what you liked to call ‘some weird interference from Up There Somewhere’, you got a call.

Two, actually.

The first one was from a representative at Atlantic Records, calling to say they had seen your covers and original songs on YouTube. They thought you had potential. Lots of it. They wanted to sign you and have you release an album by the end of the following year.

If that wasn’t enough, two days after the call from Atlantic Records, your agent contacted you. You had been cast as the lead singer of an opening act for Queen in Bohemian Rhapsody. Your character would go on to become close friends with Freddie and support him through his battle with AIDS.

You felt sorry for the neighbours -- you were screaming and jumping up and down so loudly after your agent broke the news to you, you were surprised the cops didn’t show up at your door.

That crazy mayhem of events left you where you were now: standing at the entrance to the set as many crew members hurried around you frantically.

‘Overwhelmed’ was nowhere near an appropriate term to explain how you felt right now.

“Hello, darling. It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

You turned around to see Rami, already in costume as Freddie, smiling kindly at you.

For a good moment or two, you forgot how to breathe.

Was it the hair and makeup? The wardrobe? You weren’t sure. There was definitely something about Rami that totally changed since you last saw him at the table read.

He really was Freddie.

“Hi,” You managed to breathe out, suddenly feeling rather dull in your sweater dress costume in comparison to Freddie’s -- no wait, Rami’s -- white monstrosity of an outfit.

“Ready to perform, then?” Rami asked, his eyes gleaming. He definitely noticed you checking him out, oh god...

You managed a shrug, calling on all your strength as you inhaled to regain your composure. “I guess,” you replied. “But I mean, we’ll have plenty of takes to perfect it, right? So there’s no reason to be nervous, really.” You weren’t sure who you were reassuring, Rami or yourself.

He blinked, and you weren’t sure what it was you said that made him so confused all of a sudden.

“What are you talking about, darling?” Rami asked you with a laugh, leaning forward casually and placing a hand gently on your arm. “It’s a concert, of course you’ve only got one shot. Where on Earth did you get this idea of ‘takes’ from?”

“You... I mean we... This is a film...?” You spluttered. Rami tightened his grip on your arm and leaned into you so your cheeks were almost touching.

“I know love,” he whispered, and for a split second he dropped the British accent. Your breath caught in your throat at the proximity between the two of you. “I’d prefer to stay in character even off camera. For now, Rami doesn’t exist, okay?”

Oh. So that’s why he was so confused a moment ago. To Freddie, the scene you were about to film was an actual performance.

You nodded, and just like that Freddie returned. He extended his hand out to you before nodding towards the stage. Perfect timing, in fact, as a small handful of crew members began making their way towards you to let you know they’d be filming your performance soon.

“Come on then, darling,” Freddie beckoned with a wink. “Get on that stage and blow us away, won’t you?”

“Filming is going well I hope?”

You lounged on the small battered couch in your trailer, a thin blanket around your shoulders as you pressed your phone to your ear. You had a couple hours before your next scene, and somewhere in that waiting time your music producer, David, had called to check in.

“Yeah... yeah, I think so.” You replied, setting further into the couch. It was 10 PM already, and you were doing your best to stay awake. “I was really nervous at first, but everyone’s really nice.”

You thought of one person in particular when you said ‘everyone’.

“That’s great, Y/N. I’m glad to hear it. Remind me again, when is the movie coming out?”

“Later this year...” You frowned, running a hand through your hair as you tried to recall when exactly they planned to release Bohemian Rhapsody. “I think early November? Why?”

There was a shuffling of papers on the other line before David spoke again.

“Y/N, I had an idea. Remember how we initially agreed that you’d release your album in spring 2019?”

“Yeah...?” Your stomach dropped. Your intuition told you this wasn’t going a direction you’d like.

“I was thinking...” David continued. You silently wished you could reach through the phone and smack him. Why couldn’t he get to the point already? Your nerves were creeping up on you, and fast.

“I think it would be best, for you personally as well as promotionally, if we set your album release date back for late November.”

“Of this year?” You spluttered, sitting up with a gasp. You were so startled, you didn’t hear your trailer door open quietly behind you.

“Yes, November of this year.” David answered with a laugh. You swallowed nervously. You only had written two songs so far, not nearly enough for a full-length album like David was expecting. You had been going by the impression that you had plenty of time after filming Bohemian Rhapsody to get your songs written out.

“It makes sense, Y/N.” David continued. “You’ll have just finished promotion for Bohemian Rhapsody, you’ll have become a household name, and just as everyone is getting to know you, boom! We drop your album. Everyone will go nuts-”

You stopped listening to David ramble on as you were startled by Rami, who seemed to appear out of nowhere and sit down beside you on the couch. He frowned at you, nodding in question at your phone. You held up a finger in response, signalling him to wait.

“So that sounds good, Y/N? Let’s release your album, say, November 20th? Oh! One more thing, to have the full effect, keep this a secret. Just between us, okay?”

“O-okay.” You replied shakily. Your heartbeat had increased tremendously just thinking about trying to balance memorizing your lines, writing songs (in secret now nonetheless), and actually doing your job and acting over the next few months. Your anxious thoughts must have translated onto your face, because you noticed Rami was gazing at you with a concerned frown.

“Look David,” You said quickly, eager to get your producer off the phone. “They’re calling me now, I have to be on set to film.”

You hated lying, but you tried to reassure yourself that it could’ve been the truth. Perhaps that’s why Rami had come by anyway.

“Okay!” You hated how chipper David was. Especially when put into comparison with your own swarm of butterflies eating away at your insides. “We can talk more later. Happy filming!”

As soon as the line went dead, you rolled your eyes and chucked your phone onto the couch with a groan. Rami laughed quietly and placed a hand affectionately on your knee.

“Bad day, darling? Even after that fucking brilliant performance you gave earlier?”

Oh, you realized with a faint sinking feeling. He was still Freddie.

It wasn’t that you disliked the fact that Rami stayed in character even when he wasn’t filming, but after all the chaos that just unfolded quickly around you, you needed someone real to talk to.

But you couldn’t just tell Rami that.

You sighed, sandwiching your phone between the couch cushions so you wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded of David and his stupid, yet admittedly logical, plan.

“You could call it a bad day, yeah.” You grumbled. Rami, no, Freddie, leaned back against the couch and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Do go on, sweetheart,” He encouraged with a smile. “You may be in the presence of royalty, but I’ll listen.” Freddie finished his sarcastic quip with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, but still managed a smile. A part of you still longed to talk to Rami, but you didn’t know if you’d offend him by asking.

For now, you’d just have to talk to Freddie and hope that would be enough.

“What do you do when people try to... control you... and get you to do things their way?” You asked with a frown as you tested the waters. Freddie looked down for a moment as he took in your question.

“Easy,” he said with a smirk, tapping your knee playfully as he did so. “I’d tell them to fuck off.”

“And then?” You asked, mostly to humour him at this point. You felt your stomach sink in disappointment. You knew talking to Freddie wasn’t going to go over well. He was the complete opposite of you in literally every way.

Freddie shrugged. “Then I’d find someone else as a replacement. You shouldn’t have to make time in your life for twats like that. They don’t deserve a beautiful, talented angel like you.”

You pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders, desperate for some sort of reassurance, even if it was from nothing more than an object. Despite his words, Freddie was only making things worse for your anxiety. You could feel your heart pounding harder in your chest, and you wondered if Freddie could hear it from where you were sitting.

You were startled when Freddie moved closer to you suddenly, one hand still staying on your thigh in reassurance while he wrapped his other arm around your shoulders.

“Darling, you’ve got tears in your eyes.” He noted with a low whisper. All notes of sarcasm and wit had left his voice, and the amount of compassion he held instead almost made you fall to bits right there.

“I’m fine.” You managed tightly, but silently cursed yourself when your voice cracked at the end of the second word. You blinked, and Freddie wiped a tear away from your cheek gently just as it began to fall.

“Please tell me what’s going on,” Freddie murmured, caressing your cheek with a feather-light touch. “I want to help. Please. What can I do?”

A moment passed as you sat there in silence, unsure of whether to ask Freddie the question you felt was probably going to piss him off, or offend him at the very least. Still, if you were going to spill what David had told you to keep secret to someone, you much preferred them to exist long after the movie wrapped.

“You’re going to hate me for this, I’m sorry...” You mumbled, keeping your eyes on the ground so you wouldn’t have to see his reaction. “But... I want to talk to Rami about what’s going on. Not Freddie.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you were pulled into a reassuring embrace.

“Y/N, you don’t need to apologize.” You felt a wave of relief as Rami spoke, this time without Freddie’s accent. The breath you had been holding seemed to carry most of your anxiety with it. It came out as a sob, and Rami stroked your hair comfortingly.

“I’m here.” He whispered. “I’m here. What’s going on?”

You told him everything. Your struggles with acting and videos on YouTube, the call from Atlantic Records and the producers, all the way up to the situation with David that just occurred.

It turned out that talking to Rami was indeed what you needed. He helped to reassure you that you could do it, and he even offered to help in any way he could.

He had promised you that your album release would remain between the two of you. Specifically the two of you. When Rami was on set and in character as Freddie, absolutely nothing was mentioned about your own music. It was as if even Freddie was completely oblivious to the plan David had for you.

Which left you where you were now.

On Saturdays when you weren’t filming, Rami had offered to come by your hotel room for the day and help you with writing. In return, to thank him the only way you could think of, you’d spend Sundays helping him rehearse even more and work with him on perfecting Freddie.

“How many songs do you have now?” Rami asked.

The two of you were seated on the floor of your hotel room, taking a break after having spent the last four hours going over your scenes together. You didn’t have many left, especially since filming was wrapping in under a month, but for some reason the director left your most intense scenes together for last. To say both of you were exhausted was an understatement. You leaned your head on Rami’s shoulder, and in turn he rested his cheek gently against the top of your head.

“Almost a full album’s worth,” you grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. “We’re at seven now. I just need one or two more, and I’m good to go.”

Rami reached over and laced his fingers with yours, giving your hand a congratulatory squeeze.

“That’s awesome,” he replied, lifting his head off yours so he could smile at you. “I realized something though, Y/N.”

You blinked. “What’s that?”

“Even though we’ve worked on a lot of songs together, I’ve never heard you sing one of them in full. Want to change that?”

“Oh,” you giggled, burying you face in your hands as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh god, Rami, no...”

“Come on!” He encouraged, nudging your shoulder with his playfully. “We’ve worked all day on Freddie, let’s have a change of scene.”

“I didn’t warm up,” You mumbled, peeking at him through your fingers. Rami smiled, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

“Doesn’t matter,” he encouraged with a smile. Some part in the back of your mind noted that he was still holding both of your hands in his, a thought just strong enough to make your heart skip a beat. “It’s just me. Please?”

“Okay, okay.” You caved, laughing as you got up and grabbed your guitar off the stand in the corner of the room. “Um, is there one in particular you want to hear?”

“Whichever one is your favourite.”

You exhaled, feeling extra-conscious about Rami’s unwavering gaze on you now. You took another deep breath, partially for good luck and partially to try and still your shaky hands.

As soon as you began playing, the nerves melted away. You lost yourself in the music, and what seemed like mere moments later, you finished playing.

A rather loud applause from one erupted as soon as you strummed the last note on your guitar, and you laughed nervously as you placed your guitar gently back on its stand.

“Did that sound okay?” You asked, returning to sit beside Rami on the floor.

“Y/N, your music has the ability to take people to another world.”

You rolled your eyes, and he nudged you in return.

“I’m serious!” He exclaimed, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze. “God, you’re honestly so beautiful-”

Your eyes widened at his words, and as he realized what had just been said, Rami’s features mirrored your own expression.

“Uh, I mean, I meant-”

“It’s okay,” You said quietly. “I know what you meant.”

You bit your lip, feeling your heart pick up its pace in your chest. You didn’t miss Rami’s gaze trailing down your features to your lips and staying there for a few seconds longer than necessary. You unconsciously shuffled closer to him, suddenly realizing your need to get closer to him.

Somewhere in your mind, you wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

You almost stopped yourself from thinking about anything related to that, but you realized his gaze kept darting from your eyes and back down to your lips. Maybe he was thinking the same thing you were.

“Rami?” You asked, your tone of voice made a whisper seem loud.

He only hummed in response.

“Could I...” Your breath caught in your throat as his hand came up to caress your cheek. “Could I kiss you-”

His lips were on yours before you could even finish forming your question. He kissed you once, twice, three times before pulling away. You felt fuzzy, unable to distinguish anything other than Rami.

“Was that okay?” You asked nervously. You saw a myriad of emotions pass through Rami’s eyes; adoration, amusement, compassion.

In the end, he never actually replied. He only laughed softly and guided your face back to his and kissed you again, deeper and more passionately than before.

You figured that meant it was more than okay.

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elowynlavellan · 6 years

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Veronica Mars: Reader-Insert - Elevator Talk

Prompt: Being stuck in an elevator at the Neptune Grand with Dick Casablancas has always been a dream of yours... not. After the death of your friend Cassidy, Dick's brother, and the secrets that turned Neptune upside down, your friendship with Dick isn't exactly existent. But being stuck in an elevator for half an hour might change everything. (Set during season 3).

Characters: Reader, Dick Casablancas, Logan Echolls.

Warnings: Mention of rape, murder and suicide, as well as focusing on themes of grief and angst.

Word count: 2099

You fight the urge to grimace as you walk into the elevator on your way up to Logan's party. Of course, still hanging out with people from your high school surprises you, you thought you'd be miles away from Neptune by now. But that's just not the case, not after the mess of last year. It's taken a toll on you... but not just you.

Beside you, also taking the elevator to the same party, stands Dick. His blond bleached surfer hair slightly longer, more bruises and the smell of alcohol on him already, although not swaying yet. You're used to seeing him more than often, sharing the Hearst campus along with Logan, his girlfriend Veronica, and their friends Piz, Mac, Wallace and Parker.

He nods at you as some sort of silent greeting and averts his eyes as soon as possible. You stare down the elevator doors as if focusing all your energy on these doors would make this situation less awkward. You haven't seen Dick since... you hate to remember. Last year was a dark time for all people of Neptune high, especially those who knew the Casablancas' and the kids on the bus.

Cassidy. His name still leaves shivers, but mostly sadness. He was one of your closest friends, hell more of a friend than Dick or Madison and sometimes even Meg. And Dick knows that. That's why you two barely talk anymore because one of you deeply cared for Cassidy and it wasn't the brother.

Dick goes to say something, "Y/N--"

Suddenly the elevator shudders to a stop, long before it actually should, and the lights blink out into darkness. You feel for the wall next to you out of instinct, the cool metal against your fingertips and you hear Dick mutter a curse word under his breath. The emergency lights flicker on, dim and dull, casting many odd shadows but just bright enough to make out Dick's face. He seems to be unfazed, mostly.

You sigh, "I can't believe this."

Dick chuckles, "What, so totally psyched to go to Logan's party that being a few minutes late would ruin your excitement?"

You shake your head, "No, definitely not. But I'd rather not be stuck in an elevator." With you.

"With me?" He grins from ear to ear and you're almost not sure how to respond. Then you remember it's Dick. It doesn't really matter either way if he knows your opinion or not.

You shake your head again, "Because I get claustrophobic easily."

Silence settles between you and you're quickly reminded of the awkwardness that is now your relationship with this boy. There was a time where you both could actually hold a conversation, although mostly witty and filled with argument, at least there wasn't this unbreakable tension around him like there is now.

His voice cuts through your whirlwind of thoughts, "Planning to get completely wasted tonight?"

You screw your face up in disgust, "Not around former high school friends."

"Wait... friends? We were friends?" He looks at you innocently, hiding the mocking grin from your view.

You roll your eyes, "Ha ha, Dick." You swallow, "Don't bet on being able to drink tonight anyway, it will only happen if we get out of this damn elevator."

He shrugs, "Shouldn't take them too long."

The conversation fizzles out quickly and you're subject to awkward silence yet again. Everything about this elevator ride is awkward. You wish it wasn't. The one time you decide to actually go out and meet up with a few friends from Neptune, and Hearst, you get stuck in an elevator with a former friend who's the brother to your dead, murderous best friend. Therapy, anyone?

It's not like you even wanted to come out tonight, or any night, but your roommate was threatening to go to the college campus counselor and tell on you for not socialising like a normal person. And with your history, especially the events of the past year, they would hammer down on you until you were "normal" again.

You sigh and wish you could just sink into the elevator wall, "I hate these parties." You manage to actually get his attention with that statement. "I hate seeing people from our school."

You see Dick swallow uncomfortably, obviously not wanting to join in on this new topic of conversation.

"And I hate coming here, to the Neptune Grand."

Finally he moves, shaking his head, "And you think I don't? That I love coming here? Please."

You look over at him with firm eyes, "No, of course not."

Dick clenches his jaw, as if annoyed at you, or himself, "You're not the only one who wants to vomit at the sight of the front entrance."

You try not to look as if him somewhat opening up like this is a big deal. But you never really had any meaningful conversations with him. And of course, you never got to talk about Cass, or Dick's grief. Or your own, for that matter. You try to bite your tongue but you just can't keep your mouth shut, "Then why are we here?"

He's silent for a few seconds and for a moment you think he won't reply at all, "You tell me."

You breathe harshly through your nose, "Alright, I'll tell you why." You push off the wall and step a little closer to him, "You come here because it's one of the only places you can get drunk off your face without the cops busting you."

He looks to the floor, and you're not sure if it's out of shame or honesty. "And you?"

You look at his face for a moment, already knowing the answer but not really wanting to share it. "I come here because I can't stand being alone."

He looks up at you, as if he might understand where you're coming from. This time, his eyes don't leave yours and you start to think he might be contemplating something. "Y/N..." Dick starts, also leaning away from the wall, "You were one of the last people to see Beav before he went up to the roof. Before he... before..." He sighs frustratedly, annoyed about having to ask-- or wanting to ask. "Did he say anything to you?"

"No... he..." you turn away, memories from the night that he confessed to crashing the bus, murdering those people, and then jumping off the roof flash through your mind. "He just said something about heading off early, you know, with Mac."

You watch Dick's face fall and you're suddenly reminded that there's something else you could tell him. But would it help? Every time you see Dick, he's either wasted or on his way... of course the suicide of his only blood-brother contributes, but more information on it-- wouldn't it just worsen it all?

You swallow as you decide what to say next, "Actually Dick," you catch his eyes, "Cass sent me a text. Minutes before he jumped."

Dick looks surprised, "He did?" A flash of urgency or bewilderment crosses his face, "What did he say?"

You glance at the elevator floor, nervous about the words that you could say-- this text, you never shared it with anyone. Ever. You find Dick's eyes again, "He said..." You try to conjure up the words in your mind and they're there, they always are, you could never forget them, but saying them aloud is harder than you thought. "The first part, it said, 'I love you'. And then he said, 'I'm so sorry.'" You take a second to breathe long, slow breaths, trying to say these next few words without completely falling a part. You don't look up at Dick, you can't, not yet. "And then, as I texted him back asking why he was 'so sorry', I walked out of the Neptune Grand front doors and saw his body on the ground."

You find Dick's eyes, swimming in an emotional blue and you wish you had something better for him to hear.

"I'm sorry Dick..." You wipe your face with the end of your jacket sleeve, "I don't know why he sent it to me, I question that everyday--

"He sent it to you because it's true." He shrugs off his emotions, the tears gone almost immediately, "You were one of the people he trusted and cared for. You were his friend. Way before Mac or... even Logan." There's a short pause before he finishes, "When he first met you he couldn't stop talking about you."

You smile at the thought but confusion overwhelms you more than anything, "But was that the real Cass? I mean, if Cass could murder innocent people... doesn't that make you wonder, which Cass is the real one?"

Dick looks away again, "He did what he had to do to protect himself. Even if it was totally messed up... Beav was messed up. If things went a different way, he wouldn't have done it."

Your hand falls on his arm out of instinct. You know Dick's sudden growing appeal to being drunk more than he used to is more than just coping with grief; guilt too. "It's not your fault."

"It is my fault."

"He was raped by somebody he trusted! That violation... that transgression led to what he did, not you."

"I could have... I don't know, not treat him like shit!"

You press your lips tightly together, trying to compose your emotions, "Yes, Dick, you probably could have treated him better. But how were you to know about what happened to him? How were you to know?"

"If he trusted me, he might have told me."

"You said he trusted me, but he never told me anything about it."

"I..." He brushes his hair back, and now you see the tears spill, "I just wish I could had helped him. I wish I could have been better. I wish I wasn't just like my Dad."

"We make mistakes. Awful ones." You suddenly pull him into a hug, not really thinking about how weird of an idea this would have seemed to you half an hour ago, "But you're not to blame for Cassidy's suicide. Or the bus. Or the rape. Unless you held a knife to him and forced him too, it was not your fault."

He shakes with sobs as he lets go of you, trying to hide his need to cry. You've cried so much since, you're surprised that you can still manage a few tears. Minutes go by of uncontrollable sobs before he quietens down, now sitting on the floor though, Dick still in your embrace. You think about how ridiculous this situation seems... but you don't mind. No matter how many times Dick lived up to his name, he doesn't deserve to be on a warpath of self-destruction because of guilt for his brother.

"I know we're not great friends and that we never have been... but I think we could be, if you wanted to try." You cringe at your own words, and before he can reply, "and I promise to not sound as cheesy and corny as that sentence ever again."

He wipes the tear stains from his face and laughs quietly, "I'll take your word on that."

The elevator suddenly shakes back to life, the lights almost blindingly bright, and you feel it move upwards towards Logan's floor again. Dick helps you up from the ground and you help him with his puffy face and messy hair, although reminding him that everyone will probably be way too wasted to even notice or care.

"Thanks, Y/N."

"You too."

He smiles and the elevator doors slide open. You're greeted by an annoyed Logan, who seems to have been waiting for Dick especially-- you realise why after you notice the backpack of alcohol slung over his shoulder.

"Sorry, Logan, the elevator--

He waves you in dismissal, "It's alright, I heard. I tried to get them to work it out sooner but those guys probably got off over knowing that two oh-niner's were stuck in an elevator."

You laugh, "Fair enough."

Suddenly Dick comes back to retrieve you from the hallway, taking your arm into his hand, "Okay, friend, if we're doing this, we're getting wasted together!"

You shake your head and ignore Logan's curious stare, "Fine, okay! Getting wasted it is."

He takes a sip from an already mixed drink, "You'll have to drink fast though, I'm afraid I had a pretty big start."

You roll your eyes and steal his drink, "Shouldn't take me too long!"

#veronica mars imagine #veronica mars #dick casablancas #cassidy casablancas #logan echolls

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Fighten and Gliden

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader and Peter are best friends but he wished there was more between you too. Reader gets hurt one night and Peter has a way to make the reader happy.

Warning: Spoilers for Spider-Man: Homecoming but I believe everyone has seen it but you never know. Reader gets attacked, slight mention of blood.

Word Count: 2084

It’s been a couple of months since the happening of Vulture. Everyone was trying to get back in the groove of things and Aunt May was still trying to come to terms that night when she saw Peter in his suit. Peter was having a real struggle from keeping his secret identity as a secret. More and more people were finding out by the day; Aunt May, the Vulture, Ned and you.

You were Y/N L/N, Peter’s best friend since the two of you could remember. You were someone Peter could count on to always be there for him especially since day one of becoming Spider-Man. Y/N was the very first person to ever know about Peter’s alter ego, she had found out the day she walked in his room where he was working on his web shooter. Right as you had walked through his door, it had shot a web out landing right in the middle of your shirt. All you could do was look down at it like what in the world did she just walk into?

When you finally looked up at him, looking at his mouth wide expression, he was looking between where the web had landed and to your face. “Explain, now.” And he did.

It had taken him little over an hour to explain to you what happened when he had gotten bit by some radioactive spider. How he started seeing differently, where he didn’t need his glasses anymore. To how his body was transforming more rapidly even when he still sounded like he was still a young boy because he was. He even explained to you what his plan was when he got all the materials in. You were happy for him and for the world, people deserved a hero that was as kind and generous as Peter but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry for him.

Your mother was a nurse and your father a scientist. So of course when your mother had saw the opptunity, she taught you basic skills from to how to clean a wound properly to how to stitch one in emergencies. While your father of course, taught you about chemistry and among other things science related, like technology.

You made Peter promise you that if he was going to do this, he wasn’t going to do it alone. He was more than grateful for your help. When he got hurt, you helped him clean his wounds and stitch up any that needed it. Whenever one of his web-shooters broke, you fixed him one and gave the extra you had built while you fixed the other. You told him having extras wouldn’t be a bad idea. You even gave him suit ideas after you had seen him in the suit he had made for the first time. When you saw him walk in with the suit he made all you did was fall over laughing, saying it wasn’t horrible but he looked ridiculous because he did. It was basically a hoodie with very loose blue leggings.

Over the next year, you helped Peter make improvements and helped him when he needed it. At times it got overwhelming but you told him you could handle it, you would always tell him, “Oy, I am Y/N fricken L/N, I can do anything and I made a promise to a certain spider boy and I’m gonna keep it.” And that you did.

Peter came to you the day before he left to fight in the Civil War with Iron-Man. You just stood there flabbergasted with your mouth slightly ajar, nodding slightly, “Okay… uhm, you be careful, and don’t screw up, and beat some superhero butt like I know you can.”

You quickly pulled Peter into a tight hug, your face falling to show your true emotions but when you pulled back you quickly covered it with a small smile. Parker quickly responded, “I’ll be fine, but Happy is waiting down stairs for me.”

Before he could get far away you grabbed his wrist, and when he turned around you set a quick good luck kiss on his cheek. His face instantly went into a deep blush, smiling big. Then he was off, you watched him as he went down the hall and before he turned down, he looked back at you and gave a small wave which you returned.

Before you knew it, Peter was back home and everything was back to normal. But then Ned had found about Peter being Spider-Man and then there was a problem with some bird dude name Vulture. Which who turned out to be Liz’s father which made him worried especially when he realized while in the car, that he figured out that Peter was Spider-Man; the one who was trying to end his secret operations.

Once at the school he had quite the eventful experience with Vulture and when he got in the school, he had told Liz that he couldn’t do this, and grabbed Ned and Y/N to help him out; especially since he didn’t have the suit after the whole ferry boat incident. You and Ned worked wonders as a team of two. Both of you helped Peter telling him where to go, when to turn right and left. But when Ned had gotten caught while you went to go grab some water, it was just you and you really hoped you didn’t get caught. You found where Peter was and started dialing for a cab. You told where the driver needed to go and you hoped you made it in time. Which you did.

You were a block away from where Peter’s location was and told the taxi to stop, you got out before paying the man; then you were running. Running like you never had done in your life not even during the physical education class you had to take. When you reached the beach, fire was blazing and debris laid everywhere. While looking around for any bodies, you heard Peter yelling to stop and before you knew it, there was an explosion. You ran towards where it came from, stopping abruptly beside a broken crate.

There laid Peter and the Vulture, you could hear Peter groan and ran towards him, asking if everything was okay. All he did was nodded and you helped him get up. You both looked at Vulture; you couldn’t imagine what Liz was going to go through when word gets out about her father. Quickly as you could before he became conscious again, Peter and you tied him up against one of the many broken parts of the plane. Before you left, Peter decided to write a note for Happy.

It hadn’t been long since that night, you had saw Peter earlier in the day as he said goodbye to Liz who was moving to Oregon. Then you didn’t see him for the rest of the day. It was close to becoming dark out where you were doodling in your notebook on the fire escape, not seeing that a certain spider was crawling back into his room. Not until you heard quite the interesting words fall from Aunt May. All you could do was laugh, realizing Peter yet again had let out his secret. He wasn’t really good at the kind of thing which you found adorable.

Two months later.

Everything was really back to normal before, except there was a few additions to the secret of Spider-Man. May had grounded Peter for a whole month before he could finally make her agree to let him go out, to help and protect the city. He even told her that Y/N had been keeping a close eye on him and that Ned was going to help too. That made her feel a little bit better but not a lot. So she became part of the mini team, what was once a one person job that had become a duo was now a trio.

You were out walking the streets going back home but before you could someone jumped on your back. Causing you to fall forward into the pavement and landed face first, while you fell; they ran off with your bag. Y/N was just happy that there wasn’t anything valuable in it, only extra cash but that was it. Slowly you got up feeling the burn in your body, something warm felt like it was trickling down you face. Gently your hand reached to touch your forehead and pulling your fingertips back you saw a small amount of blood. Slowly she started walking once again this time with a new destination, Peter’s apartment; which she was thankful for that it was just right across from her own apartment complex.

Finally arriving, instead of going inside the building and go to the front door, you went up the fire escape. Afraid that Aunt May was home and having her freak out if she saw your face. Once reaching spidey’s window you were thankful his light was on, indicating he was home. You slightly tapped on it and then you saw Peter through the window, once he opened it he had a better view of you. His eyes bulged out when he saw the slight blood trickling down from your eyebrow. Then he was rushing you in, dashing towards the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

By the time he came back with all the materials, you have already sat yourself on his bed. He pulled his desk chair in front of you.

“I’ve seen you do this… but I... I don’t really know how to.”

“Its fine P, I can do it.” Reaching out towards the material, he stopped you, “I mean… I gotta learn at some point right?” He was nervous and you could tell so you just said right.

You explained to him what to do, step by step. It was nice having someone else take care of you instead of you having to take care of them. After twenty minutes, he was done. Peter went to go put the stuff back while you went towards the stereo. You looked through the playlist until you found your favorite song to rock out to, it’s what you needed, especially Peter. Working his little butt off like the hero he was, he deserved fun too, after all he was only fifteen years old.

Peter walked in just as you started blaring AC DC. You started head banging all around the room, moving like you didn’t have a care in the world. Peter watched in amazement as you moved about.

While still dancing to the music, you yelled out to him, “Come join me Peter! Spider Boy deserves a break too!”

Y/N was right and Peter knew it and before you knew it, the both of you were moving around the room like crazy bats. The songs kept playing and changing but neither you nor peter got tired or bored.

It was an hour later when the front door opened, neither of you heard it of course. When May had walked through the door, she wasn’t expecting to see the two of you dancing around like monkeys. She could hear both of yours and Peter’s laughter over the music, it was a pure and joyous sight to see.

Aunt May put the groceries she had gotten at the store on the counter, telling herself she can deal with them later. And joined you two, that’s when the two of you realized she was home. Peter was happy that she didn’t stop them from the fun they were having. Peter was still dancing around while he smiled at you, watching as you let an excited woo with your hands up moving all around the place. Then she and he started watching as Aunt May started to do the robot, then so were Y/N and Peter.

It was a joyous mess but you needed it, everyone needed it, and none of you could be any happier especially with the year you’ve all had. Everything felt normal even if it was for a night. All the dancing lasted till about twelve am and all of you were shocked that no one had called the cops on you guys.

May ordered pizza not too long ago and it had just arrived. All three of you were at the table, laughing away eating the delicious greasy food with the music slightly humming in the back. All of you were happy and that’s all you needed.

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