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paintingwhiteceilings · 3 months

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❃ Seventeen and Playfully Flirting with Them ❃

A/N: So sorry this took me so embarrassingly long!! I have been so incredibly busy with uni that there was little time to write anything, but essays. Hopefully, I will have a bit more time on my hands to occasionally post a reaction now and then. Thank you for your patience, hopefully, the wait was still worth it :')

Scoups/Seunghceol

❀ The members had dared you to act flirty with him during their dance practice, and who are you to deny a bored Jeonghan and Joshua the fun of a struggling to keep composed Coups? He is trying his hardest to remain serious, attempting to scold some of the members who have started to goof off during their tiny break but is having a rather difficult time doing so as you push his hair back, whispering that he had looked so incredibly handsome during his part.

❀ Honestly, his mind kind of blanks, and he is all soft and puddy in your hands. Wait, what was he doing? He gets so incredibly shy as you keep doting on him, complimenting his dancing skills whilst playing with his hair. He gets ever shyer when he remembers that the members are watching you two. He will be all like, “Noooo, stopppp”, but he is lowkey loving it.

❀ The moment he realises you are being flirty solely because the members dared you to, he will get so incredibly pouty. How dare you use his love for your compliments against him? How is he to ever trust your compliments again? He demands a lot of cuddles and even more compliments in return.

Jeonghan

❀ I can see him as someone who is rarely phased by playful teasing and instead really enjoys it, treating it almost like a game. He takes it as a challenge, trying to one-up every flirt you throw his way. Oh, you told him his eyes are beautiful? Well, guess what? Your eyes reflect all the stars in the universe. If you lightly touch his arm, his fingers will start to linger around your waist.

❀ Mind you, that is only when this man is flirting innocently. Most of the time, his flirting is on a whole different level and slightly inappropriate. Honestly, he has you flustered within seconds because his compliments are so out of pocket you feel like you need a dose of holy water to cleanse yourself from it. He has no shame either; he will do it in front of other people without blushing.

❀ At some point, he starts initiating it on his own. You will be talking to some of the other members when he enters the conversation, with his compliment being so cheeky it has you hitting his chest in embarrassment. Needless to say, afterwards, some of the members feel like they need therapy.

Joshua

❀ This man is a king of accidentally flirty gestures to everyone he encounters. You have had enough; you feel like you should charge him for endangering your health by making your heart skip so many beats. Most of the time, he is fully unaware that he has done something romantic. After seeing your tomato-red face, he slowly comes to the realisation that his actions made your heart soar.

❀ Thus, you have decided to flirt back. Full-force. No mercy. You lay it on so incredibly thick that a part of your brain is constantly cringing. You beat him to opening the door for you, rushing forward to open it for him instead. Not a moment passes where you are not gushing over his handsome looks. Heck, you even got him flowers.

❀ He is all smiley during your love attack, loving every single minute of it. He thinks you are slightly ridiculous, albeit incredibly adorable. The reason he is flustered isn’t even the gestures; it is your determination to continuously sweep him off his feet that has him blushing. He finds it hilarious when he accidentally does something romantic before you can, and you get frustrated with yourself for not beating him to it.

Jun

❀ Jun.exe has stopped working. Try rebooting him. If altF4 does not work, return to the manufacturer. He is not used to you being flirty and touching him more than usual. It isn’t that he minds it, but Jun doesn’t know what to do and instead freezes in place, staring at you in shock. Did you just really pinch his cheeks, calling him adorable? Jun feels like he is experiencing some type of fever dream. Upon you throwing your head back at the worst joke he has ever made, he gets seriously worried about your sanity.

❀ He is so incredibly close to getting you admitted to a hospital; he is convinced you might have hit your head too harshly when he wasn’t looking. When you assure him that you did not, in fact, hit your head, he whips his head around, trying to find the hidden camera that surely is the reason behind your weird behaviour.

❀ It takes some convincing that you are just being playfully flirty and that there is no prank being played on him. Once assured, he will let it happen, albeit shyly. Man’s still confused and can’t help but continuously blush, but who is he to spoil your fun?

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ It can go two ways with him. Hoshi will either get incredibly soft and shy or take it as a challenge. The moment you get his attention by poking his cheek and telling him he is adorable, he will scrunch up his lil face in the brightest shyest smile ever, blushing like a madman. He will try to throw himself at the nearest object or person, hiding his face away from you.

❀ However, if he is comfortable with your flirting, it is honestly over for everyone around you two. It doesn’t matter whether it is a public space or whether you are in the middle of a serious conversation. Hoshi is always ready to grab your cheeks, turning your playful flirting into a disgusting “no, you are cute” battle.

❀ Everyone around the two of you wants to clean their eyes out with bleach because once you two get started, there is no ending to it. You two can go on for hours, telling the other why exactly you find them so amazing. Nobody will be left by the time you’re done hyping each other up and professing your undying love for one another. They have all fled.

Wonwoo

❀ Wonwoo is all smiles and blushing. Nothing more, nothing less. You had discovered his adorable way of reacting to your playful flirting after you two had gone to karaoke, and you had continued to sincerely compliment his singing, calling his voice the hottest thing to have ever existed. He suddenly got very aware of his body in space and froze in place before giving you the tiniest, shyest smile ever, his face slightly red.

❀ He loves it when you take his face in your palms, gushing over how his glasses frame his face so well. However, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it, freezing up at all the attention and love he is receiving. Out of all the members, he gets the shyest about it, muttering a small “you too” whenever you throw a flirty compliment his way.

❀ He will 10000% accidentally drop whatever he is holding the moment the compliment reaches his ears or when you happen to kiss his cheek. His face is red, and he can’t seem to stop smiling to himself for the rest of the day. He is incredibly torn between feeling embarrassed and wanting to hear you say it again.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ He immediately knows that you are trying to tease him, and he is having absolutely none of it. In your defence, your boyfriend had insisted on finishing up a song before getting dinner with you and had been at it for the past thirty minutes. Thus, you decided to turn your boredom into frustrating your boyfriend by plopping down in his lap, flirtingly complimenting every change he made to the song. Damn, the way he played that chord? So sexy.

❀ The only indication that he is affected by it is the increasingly reddening of his face and the occasionally wrong-pressed button. He tries to crank up the volume of his speakers the longer you go on, but it is no use. You simply lean in, getting closer to his ear.

❀ He will either give up and leave with a heavy sigh because he can’t concentrate anymore, or he will ‘accidentally’ lock you in the recording room and ‘forget’ about it, opening it when he finally finishes the song. He doesn't even apologize for it; you called it on yourself. You are lucky that you inspire most of his songs, as he otherwise would save himself future trouble and ban you from the studio.

DK/Seokmin

❀ Initially, he thinks you are joking and will joke with you, pretending that he, too, thinks he is the most handsome person on the planet. However, the moment he realizes that you are serious about finding him show-stopping handsome, he starts to malfunction. DK is not quiet often, but your compliments never fail to make him tongue-tied.

❀ Thus, as some of the members are over at your place and DK is his usual loud self, you decide to set up a small competition about who can make him shut up the fastest. Naturally, they fail miserably and expect you to do the same. Whatever the members had been expecting you to do, kissing him on the cheek and telling him that he is the best thing to ever happen to you, was not it. Still, it works like a charm; DK’s eyes widen as he touches the spot where you kissed him in wonder, completely awe-struck by your laugh at his adorable reaction.

❀ After discovering it was a competition, he will pull on your sleeve to quietly ask whether you had meant what you said. When you tell him yes, congrats, you have successfully put him on cloud nine. It kind of backfires on you all, though. DK is so incredibly happy that he gets twice as loud.

Mingyu

❀ Where DK gets quieter upon hearing a compliment, this man gets progressively louder. He is whining and squealing at your flirtatiousness. His body spasms and knocks something (or someone) over. His legs give out, making him fall to the ground as he is clutching his racing heart. He gets so giggly about it, too, asking you to tell him he is handsome again and again. The way he reacts has you momentarily wonder whether he has never heard a single compliment in his life; when you compliment the way his shirt shows off his chest, he gets all bashful, covering up his chest with his arms.

❀ He lives for this and keeps asking you to compliment him more and more. It makes you slightly shy as he is hanging off every word that leaves your lips, zeroing all his attention in on you. The moment you do as much as slightly graze his arm, he scoops you up in his, wrapping his arms around your waist. The world could be ending around him, and it wouldn’t matter as Mingyu feels like he has already gone to heaven hearing you tell him that he is your entire universe.

❀ He would shamelessly try to get you to flirt with him and compliment him more, wearing his tightest shirt and casually stretching in front of you. The moment you hold any jar that needs opening, he appears right next to you, flexing his arms unnecessarily as he dramatically opens it. He doesn’t even care that the members tease him to no end about it, as one compliment and touch from you is worth ten years of endless teasing.

❀ Let’s just say it never ends innocently, either.

The8/Minghao

❀ He gets so soft when you run your fingers through his newly cut hair, telling him that you didn’t think he could become even more handsome, yet here you are. All he can get out is a “thank you” gazing at you like you hung the moon. He basks in the feeling of you playing with his hair, his smile only growing broader as you continue to compliment him. Minghao knows that he is fashionable, but nothing beats you telling him, whether playfully or seriously.

❀ When you get very playful with it, kissing every inch of his face whilst calling him the prettiest piece of art, he will get so red, giggling as he tries to get you to stop. In the end, he will hug you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Not only will it prevent you from kissing his face continuously, but it will also refrain you from seeing how much he is blushing and adoring your actions.

❀ Once he feels like he has received enough compliments, he will turn the tables. He will softly tug you by the hand, getting you to sit across from him on the couch. Taking your face in his hands, he will return your compliments in full force. Minghao will be so sincere about it, too, regardless of whether you had only been playfully teasing him, poetically describing how you make his life more complete. He will take his time, savouring the way you blush at each word that leaves his lips.

Seungkwan

❀ Listen up, BOO SEUNGKWAN DESERVES MORE COMPLIMENTS. We should give him more compliments as he deserves ALL the compliments because he is THE Boo Seungkwan. After hearing him complain once more that he needs to go on a diet in order to, in his opinion, look his best in the music video, you decide to wage war on his critical inner voice. So often, you have heard Seungkwan bring his own looks down, and you finally decide to do something about it.

❀ When you first barge into your shared living room, your expression full of determination, he initially thinks you are about to scold him. When, instead, you start to relentlessly flirt with him, calling him handsome and reminding him of all his best qualities, you catch him completely off guard. It takes a while for your compliments to reach him, after which he gets so painfully shy that he physically tries to leave your presence, running away to whatever corner of the room you are not in. One compliment would have already been enough to make Seungkwan bashful. But upon hearing the tenth compliment leave your mouth, he wishes to turn permanently invisible.

❀ He ends up locking himself in the bathroom, screaming at you to stop flirting with him as he can’t take it anymore. He is one of those people who would rather have someone lovingly call them stupid than receive a genuine, heartfelt compliment. He only chooses to leave the bathroom after you promise to stop, not daring to meet your eyes, fearing it might trigger another wave of compliments.

Vernon

❀ Out of all the members, he is the most unphased and unimpressed by normal, playful flirting. Listen, this dude hears at least seven times a day that he has godly looks and resembles a young, handsome Leonardo di Caprio. Touching him, at most, will get you a questioning glance from him. Similarly to Jun, he would be concerned about your well-being, asking you whether everything is okay and if you need to talk about it.

❀ However, what he would love is stupid flirting. Let me explain what I, a fellow stupid flirter, mean. You would point at a fridge and tell him he is just as cool or compliment his ears for being perfectly round. Cue his wonderful chair-squeaking-over-floor laugh. The two of you live for coming up with the weirdest ways to flirt/compliment one another. To anyone else, some of your so-called flirtatious remarks come off more as insults than compliments. Who in their right mind would feel moved by being told that if they were a trashcan, you would only use them for paper?

❀ All in all, playful flirting with Vernon is equivalent to speaking his alien meme language. It is all about having fun for him, making the person he adores laugh and laughing at whatever they tell him in return. Vernon knows he is hot; instead he wants to know whether he is hotter than that beautifully shaped rock you found the other day.

Dino/Chan

❀ He. Is. So. Shy. It gets worse if his members are around. You adore it when he gets bashful when you kiss him, smiling at you all dreamily before dropping his eyes, too embarrassed to meet yours. Usually, he recovers after a few minutes, whining that you gave him a heart attack and should make up for it by kissing him again, to which you all too happily oblige. Dino still freezes when he feels your fingers intertwine with his or go through his hair, afraid that a single movement might scare you off.

❀ Sometimes, he seems to slowly get used to it. On one occasion, he had returned so incredibly late from his dance practice that you decided to make up for lost time, latching yourself onto your sweaty boyfriend. To try and convince him to let you keep hugging him, you kept kissing him, telling him how much you had missed him. He mirthfully laughed at your adorable behaviour, kissing the top of your head, promising not to let go.

❀ Yet, today, you think you have officially broken your boyfriend. All you had done was take his face in your hands out of the blue, kissing him deeply before telling him in full detail how beautiful he is to you and how much you adore him. It, however, is enough for his brain to shortcut. All he gets out is a stupid “Thanks, you too.”

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chamiryokuroi · 4 months

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Bernard walks into the main room of the boat holding up a photo album filled to the brim with pictures of himself he just found while looking for his hoodie.

“Tim what the heck is this? Don’t get me wrong it is kinda sweet, but also really creepy, some of these were definitely taken from outside my apartment window.”

“…In my defense you’re really photogenic”

Really Tim?

“Did Steph got her own stalker photo album?” Because he cannot see her agreeing with something like this.

Tim rolls his eyes at him, rude, these are serious concerns ok, he has no right to be annoyed “Obviously not” oh thank god- “she has a whole shelf at the Manor, I mean I dated her for years of course she got more pictures than you… for now”

Bernard stares, hoping he had never gone snooping in the first place “That’s so creepy Tim! oh god did you do this with all your exes?”

His boyfriend, at last, has the decency to look embarrassed “No!… I mean one of them was from a whole different universe and didn’t stay here long, so I didn’t really have the time to take pics”

“A whole other universe?… how?…” Robin… right “know what? I’m just going to pretend this entire conversation never happened.”

He puts down the album and turns around to go back to the bedroom. Dating a superhero can be so weird.

#bernard dowd #tim drake #timbern #bernard this is not superhero behavior this is Tim normal weird behavior

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jazzyblusnowflake · 2 months

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do u have any headcanons for Nuzi? sorry if you've already written about this before and I just didn't see it-

Oh boi anyone here into silly headcanons? XD ill put them under the cut just in case cuz i write a loooooooooooot lol

i usually just make headcanons as i go with my fics, its hard to think about for them specifically but here i go trying, hope you enjoy uwu

Some Nuzi Headcanons i got ùwú:

[for the drone universe ofc, some of my human HCs don't work in the drone universe sadly lmao]

considering this is at a time where they would become official or heck maybe the tragedy ends and they are happy together or something:

Uzi loves calling N "Puppy", sometimes she would also call him "Sunshine" or "Angel" but her & Ns fav would be "Puppy". however N usually doesn't call Uzi many nicknames other than "Zi" rarely- and maybe occasionally "Birdie" when they are more lovey dovey- he's more into pet names like "honey - darling - sweetheart - etc" and not much of a tease... although at times when they get a bit more spicy and he DOES want to tease- he could go towards names like "lil biscuit", "baby bat", "my lady" and etc but again, very rarely 6v6;;;;

they both had to download helpful content on how to flirt 🙄 although they caught on pretty quick lol.

N is subconsciously protective of Uzi, often curling his tail around her without realizing it, or stepping in front of her; but Uzi is consciously protective of N- especially when he's being bullied or degraded- she would cut off anyone's conversation if they were talking about N badly with something like "oh stick a fork in it J-" before changing the subject-

Uzi is actively a smartass sass mouth- she just never really had the confidence for standing up for herself- but with N she's grown to be a bit more confident in herself- and yet N has never seen her be aggressive to HIM lmao- and then when he sees how sometimes she absolutely drags some other drones he has to literally pick Uzi up from the scruff of her coat and tell her to please be nice XD

Uzi and N are absolutely, hopelessly touch and affection starved- this makes them get really cuddly as a way to recharge themselves emotionally. occasionally they just sit next to eachother without words and rub their heads against eachother like cats and sometimes Uzi just sits on his lap and randomly starts prepping his whole face with tini kisses- as if to say mine mine mine- and N is... well just sitting there wagging his tail like an excited puppy :D no words needed between them, just healthy and wholesome touching, cuddling and affection from eachother-...... i mean it could get spicy too- lmao 👀 cuz Uzi really loves taking off Ns hat for more comfort and just threading her hands in his hair- sometimes tugging gently to tilt his head for a more firm and heartfelt kissing and makeout sesh- they rarely get that needy but N happily reciprocates and his grip on Uzi's body/hips tightens pulling her flush against himself more-

at the beginning they are both a flustered mess doing or saying anything romantic but then Uzi started liking teasing and flustering N at any chance she could take. N is just too easy and too smitten for her.

N also occasionally gets the confidence and mood to be more forward and assertive and teasing Uzi over things he knows she's into and Uzi is absolutely into that shit- she's sat 😤

they do share oil sometimes through bites or kisses- but usually that's only when they feel extra frisky lmao-

Uzi gets easily embarrassed during intimate moments and since contact and touching easily discharges their power as sparks, Uzi often uh.... ends up with multiple soft-reboots or powering on and off which kinda overheats her body and CPU alot lmao-

they like drawing and listening to music together- Uzi actually likes watching N draw even if they look amateur and childish- she finds them extremely cute and hangs them up in her room when he draws for her <3

they did NOT start out sleeping next to eachother well. Uzi has nightmares a lot, and even without them she still moves around frantically and is just never in the same position when she wakes up, meanwhile N sleeps like a dead person, he hardly moves and he got used to the pose of crossing his arms on his chest so yeah... dead pose lmao. this made him get kicked alot or shoved in the slot between the bed and wall often- [if he didn't sleep on the other side and just straight up get kicked off the bed anyway]😭. even at times when he decided they could sleep hanging from their tails Uzi often still found herself in the middle of the night hanging haphazardly, limbs and wings in every direction and clothes riding down which made N almost start laughing when he woke up seeing her like this 😭😭😭. in the end one of the ways they ended up making Uzi sleep alot better was cuddling. N would just hold Uzi close, if hanging he would put his wings around them. Uzi would resist and push against him alot at first but slowly after time her nightmares subdued and she felt calmer sleeping at night.... also they put a cork or something on Ns tail when they sleep lol-

All drones, disassembly or worker, can make their cores whirr in a purring noise, its just that its louder for disassemblers, the noise of Ns core helps Uzi relax <3

Uzi can lift N very easily, straight up on her shoulder even.... and somehow N is very turned on by this as she could easily carry him around bridal style if need be- esp if she gets jealous of N interacting with others and just throws him over her shoulder and leaves- or uh.... yknow, if Ns hurt or something, yep 6x6;;;

Uzi is also turned on by the fact that N is so much bigger than her. they be casually sitting and inspecting eachothers hands and Uzi's is smaller and she just blushes fervently imagining all the things she wants his hands and claws to do to her.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND thats about all i can think of atm without spoiling much of my own future ideas lol, hope it wasn't too annoying, but i really enjoyed writing this uwu<3

hope yall enjoyed it too if you made it til here :p

i diiiiid wanna include some nsfw hcs too but im gonna keep this ask as sfw as possible for now. 😇 those would be nsfw specific hcs anyway lmao

#snowballflo #snow rambles #murder drones #nuzi #biscuitbites #enzi #serial designation n #uzi doorman #welp #lowkey i love them #this took me 2 hours...#worth it

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devsgames · 5 months

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Playersexual

"Playersexual" is a term I only recently learned about and it's fascinating to me. For those who don't know, it usually means a character whose sexual orientation is basically open to whatever the player happens to be playing as. Trans? Yeah they're romancible. Man? Romancible. Woman? Sure, romancible. As long as you're the player they don't really care.

I think this term, combined with playing a lotta Baldur's Gate 3 and Starfield, sorta helped me come to terms with understanding why I often dislike really "open" romance systems where every character is Playersexual.

I'm a queer, bi/pansexual person, and that informs how I perceive interactions in and out of games. I totally understand the affirmation and liberation that comes with being able to romance whoever the heck you want. To some people, that's where the fun is at, and I get it. It's valid.

For me I just I feel weird when Playersexual is the orientation of characters in a game world that is also trying to get me emotionally invested. In my eyes, it tends to strip the perceived agency other characters might have; it makes them feel less like real people with wants, needs, attractions and preferences. They end up being more like a checklist or object to be interacted with until I choose all the right option and unlock the kiss or sex cutscene, or the mechanical bonus a relationship brings or whatever the case may be.

To me, characters that feel 'real' have sexual preference. Honestly I feel that if they lack that they sorta lack a fundamental element that informs them as a person and a character. Like, any queer person can tell you that when you're queer things are different. Interactions are different, how you act on the world is different, how you assess situations and the way you engage in conversations are different. Queer people interact with a predominantly straight world different than straight people do. Similarly, being a straight person in a world full of straight people affords interacting with the world fundamentally different than if you were queer. I think to say "every character is maybe queer" steamrolls this fact and sort of undermines that queer experience to an extent.

Plus I think its just like, a missed stroytelling opportunity! The straight dude turns my masc ass down because he's not interested in men? Oh hell yeah, if he's polite about it I think that's really cool! He feels like more of an actual person that way, and what might ordinarily be perceived as a 'failure to romance' feels like it could be spun into another step in our journey as friends together. Maybe we'll crack jokes about it later, or he'll have a change of heart once he gets to kmow me better. It might be awkward, but we had an experience together and set some friendly boundaries, and built an understanding. After all, people having boundaries are often what makes people people in the first place.

So when I play a character and a game tells me everyone in a game is queer, then I'm either lead to believe 1) my character is incredibly charismatic (trust me, that's not usually the case) 2) queerness doesnt exist as a concept in this universe (weird in its own way and also usually not true) 3) eh i dunno we didn't think about it too much just choose someone as a partner already (boooo!).

Look if everyone in my party has strong opinions about me pickpocketing someone and stealing 5 bucks from them, I'd expect them to have opinions about who they share a bedroll with >:(

#gamedev #game development #indie games #game dev #gamedevelopment #game design #indie dev #indiedev #thoughts #blog

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katnisspeetaprim · 8 months

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Misunderstanding

Chan/9thMember!Reader, Jungkook/Sister!Reader (Part of the little sister universe)

Summary: Jungkook walks in on shomething he shouldn't have seen and misunderstand's the situation.

Warnings: established relationship, female reader, sex, violence?, talk of hate, swearing, idol!au

Word Count: 1233 M.list

You moaned out as Chan slammed you down onto the bed, firmly holding your head down as he thrust into you from behind.

You both moaned out together as Chan’s movements became rougher, your high becoming closer... when it was suddenly ripped away from you.

You screamed out in horror when Chan was suddenly and roughly shoved off you. Your let out a shocked gasp when your eyes focused and you realised that your brother was grabbing at your boyfriend’s shoulders threateningly.

Chan didn’t know what was happening right away. One moment he was having the best sex of his life, then next he was on the floor, elbow sore from scraping it and someone grabbing tightly onto him.

‘Jungkook no!’ You screamed, already close to sobbing. He just ignored you and continued to shout nonsensical things in Chan’s face.

Chan was helpless on the floor. He was trying to explain to Jungkook that you were in fact together, all while trying to maintain his dignity.

You gathered up the blankets from the bed, and ran to put yourself between the two men.

It took all your strength to push your brother away, considering how angry he was in this moment.

‘Oppa please stop!’ You pushed at his chest in an attempt to get him to listen. When he was far enough away from Chan, he finally looked down at you.

‘Why are you protecting him!? He was holding you down!’

‘Ne he wasn’t! We’re together!’ Jungkook stopped fighting you and froze in place. Had he heard you correctly just now?

Chan stayed on the ground in an attempt to show that he meant no harm as Jungkook stared into space, as if he couldn’t understand your words.

You were still holding onto his arms even though he had stopped fighting, not wanting to chance him suddenly lunging again.

Jungkook spared one last look to Chan, then to you, before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. You jumped at the loud noise, but still span round to face Chan, just as he was shakily getting to his feet.

You could tell that he was embarrassed by the situation, going by the red tint to his cheeks.

Obviously, neither of you had banked on your brother suddenly turning up unannounced to your home. You hadn’t heard the front door open, so Jungkook was probably sulking in your living room.

‘Are you ok?’ You ran your hands gently along his shoulders, which were still slick with sweat.

‘I’m fine, he didn’t hit me. Just embarrassed...’ You grimaced.

‘I’m sorry...’ You trailed off, not sure how to make the situation any better.

‘Don’t be. He was just protecting you.’ Chan stroked your cheek and kissed the top of your head.

‘You should probably speak to him... Clear some things up.’ Chan backed away almost sheepishly.

You nodded with a sigh, not looking forward to having this conversation with your brother of all people.

‘What about you?’

‘I’ll get cleaned up and try and regain some dignity.’ Chan chuckled humourlessly, already scurrying away to the bathroom.

A little while later after getting dressed, you all but tip toed into the living room, to see Jungkook leaning back on the sofa, head buried in his phone.

He didn’t look up when you sat down next to him.

‘Are you seriously gonna ignore me right now?’ You scoffed, crossing your arms.

Jungkook sighed in annoyance before pocketing his phone.

‘I just don’t understand how you could be so stupid.’

‘What the heck!? How am I stupid?’

‘Fucking your band mate for one...’ He mumbled under his breath, looking away with a shake of his head.

‘We aren’t just ‘fucking!’ We’re in a relationship.’ Jungkook turned fully towards you and grasped your arms. You let out a small yelp at the sudden contact, not expecting him to grab you.

‘You don’t understand!’ He yelled, taking you by surprise. ‘If it get’s out, then you’ll be the one to take the fall. Not him!’ Your face softened. You understood now where he was coming from. It was the unfortunate reality that female idols usually faced more criticism, and harsher punishments for dating scandals than their male counter parts. It also doesn’t help that Chan is the leader of your group. You cringed thinking of the headlines and the implications of that one.

‘We don’t have a dating ban anymore...’

‘You really think that’s gonna mean anything in the long run?’ He looked at you pointedly and leaned back once again.

‘Chan won’t let anything like that happen to me.’ You sat up straight and spoke confidently.

‘You can’t be sure of that!’ Jungkook threw his hands up in exasperation, annoyed that he wasn’t getting through to you.

Before you could reply, Chan appeared from the hallway.

‘I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now.’ Chan paused to take in Jungkook’s scowling face. ‘But Y/N is right. I would never let anything happen to her.’ You flashed him a weak smile as he came to sit on the armchair next to you.

Jungkook took in Chan’s prescience, before once again addressing you, but softer this time.

‘I just don’t want you to loose everything you’ve worked so hard for...’

‘That won’t happen.’ You reassured. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

‘I know you think it doesn’t mean anything...’ Chan started, before slyly glancing to you and taking a breath. ‘ But I love her. Y/N means the world to me, and I’ll protect her no matter what.’ You were stunned at his sudden confession of love. You hadn’t been together too long yet, but you knew you felt the same.

You leaned over and placed your hand on his, flashing him a warm smile. A silent promise that you would talk later.

Jungkook went silent at Chan’s words. He slumped back and rubbed his forehead.

‘If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you.’ He sighed out, knowing there was nothing else to say. You suddenly perked up with a wide smile, launching yourself forwards and throwing you arms round your brother. He laughed and patted your back.

‘Ok, ok! I don’t want your cooties.’

‘Are you 12 years old?’ You laughed out, but pulled back regardless.

‘You better keep your promise.’ Jungkook went back to staring daggers at Chan, only half joking now.

‘If she get’s hurt, you’re dead.’ Your eyes flicked to your boyfriend as you tried to hide your snigger.

‘Yeah... You have nothing to worry about. Y/N is in safe hands.’ Chan rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling nervous.

‘Ok that’s enough. You can’t scare away every guy who takes an interest.’ You jabbed Jungkook’s leg with your toe.

‘No, but I can always try!’ The three of you shared a laugh before falling into an awkward silence.

‘So... What did you need earlier?’ Chan broke the silence. Jungkook looked over and shook his head.

‘Ah, it doesn’t matter now.’ Jungkook stayed for a little while longer, before deciding that it was time to leave. It would take longer for him to get over the awkwardness of walking in on his little sister having sex.

Now though he had another issue. He had to find a way to gently let down his friend that you were no longer single, after promising to set you up with him...

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I Don't Need Your Closure

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 8.5K

✦Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of SA (previous relationship), self-hate, nightmares, deployment, anxiety, slight smut, shower smut.

✦A/n: This was sitting in my drafts for the past 5 days, I couldn't write the end... but now it's here, thank the gods.

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You couldn’t stop pacing; not since you woke up this morning, and you had continuously been on the move ever since. You’d woke up this morning, after tossing and turning all night, brain buzzing like a live wire.

Your sleep pattern had been erratic ever since Jake got deployed, the short two months had turned into eight months, and you were exhausted. It wasn't like you and Jake slept together; heck you weren't even actually together, but it was knowing that he was close that let you sleep, and with him gone… well your sleep disappeared too.

The two of you had been left in this weird, awkward phase after the incident happened. God, you couldn’t even think about, let alone talk about. You hadn’t told anyone what happened, and well, you and Jake hadn’t discussed it either.

I mean that could have partially been your fault, given that any time Jake called you made sure that Mathew was in the room, so he couldn't bring it up. But how else were you supposed to process it… Jake wasn’t here and well; you were so damaged that you weren’t even sure if you knew how to do the whole “relationship” thing anymore.

Though you have been having trouble sleeping in the last eight months, last night it was on a whole new level. You didn’t even know if you could consider your sleep last night, even sleeping. Given the fact that you would fall asleep for 30 minutes and then wake back up, your mind was on a constant loop that you couldn’t shut off. Not only were the nightmares insistent on ruining the state of your current mental health, but the added anxiety had completely screwed you over.

It was the constant flood of nagging questions, anxiety, confusion, and the overall terrifying feeling that your and Jake’s relationship might be forever changed after today.

Their deployment was finally up and the whole Dagger Squad was coming home today. But with the deployment ending, that meant Jake was home, and with Jake home that meant you had to have a conversation about the incident, and you just couldn't do it. Because that conversation was going to change everything.

It would change things in a way that terrified you; in a way that could mean losing Jake Seresin forever. If that was the outcome, well, you don’t think you could live through that kind of loss.

The kind of loss that was from losing the man that you think you love, but don't know how to love. Losing the one person that made you finally see the light of day. The man that had already come in and picked up all the pieces of your heart. Who had formed an amazing relationship with your son. Who loved and was loved by your son. Who had changed you so exponentially and erratically, that a life without him wouldn't be a life you wanted to live. That kind of loss would be the end of you.

When you finally left Adam, it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The ending of that relationship was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you, like you finally had a chance to restart and build a life for you and Mathew. Where you would both be safe and loved, to start anew.

But the idea of losing Jake, you were sure that outcome would destroy you. Not only you but also Mathew, the four-year-old had grown insanely attached to Jake. So much so that even with this deployment, Mathew was always asking about him and got the chance to talk to him at least once every two weeks, if not once a week.

You finally place the last book on the shelf, taking a step back, and glance to the “new spot” in which you'd place the bookshelf. You'd moved it around three times already this morning, the redecoration of your office had been the chosen form of distraction, and the new spot was technically the spot in which it started, but the activity had kept you busy, and truth be told that's the only thing keeping you at work.

You technically didn't need to be here today at all, but you wanted to finish up on paperwork for a new set of incoming recruits. Though, those plans quickly went out the window when you looked at the paperwork and all you saw was Jake. They hadn’t even been touched, which was saying a lot, given that you got here at 6:00 AM.

No one was in the office, given that the squadron was coming home. You shouldn't have even been in the office, but it was better to be here. With your mind radically spiraling, then in your own home where you saw Jake everywhere. Technically he was here too, but at least work was filled with formal Jake. Home was filled with cuddly Jake, and amazing with Mathew, Jake. It was just a lot of Jake, that made you feel things you shouldn’t.

“If you move that again, I'm calling the psychiatric doctor.”

The voice startles you and makes you jump slightly; your hard gaze crosses the room to find your sister resting against the doorway to your office.

“Yeah, I don't know how you didn't hear me or see me. I've been here since the second move of that shelf and I'm a little bit worried about you.” Her tone had remained teasing until she caught the way you couldn't stop fidgeting, and the downfall of your eyes cast to the ground.

Penny is at your side before you can even glance back up at her. Both her hands rest against your arms and rub up and down in a comforting manner.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

You're shoulders slightly relax in her hold, though the tight smile that you try and give her only makes her worry about you more. You don't know how to talk about it, how are you supposed to tell Penny that you've been keeping a massive secret from her for eight months.

You can't help it when you start pacing again, brushing her hands off you, only to receive a loud sigh in reaction. You glance back at Penny and find her resting against your desk, silently waiting for you to tell her what the hell was going on.

The dramatic sigh you release would have been hilarious if it wasn't so serious. Deciding that it's better to just rip the Band-Aid off; quick and easy. You come to stand in front of your sister, hands resting on your hips, back straight, and trying to remain as calm as possible.

Penny gives you a reassuring smile and patiently waits for you to continue. With a deep sigh, words start tumbling out of your mouth before you can even comprehend what you're saying.

“Everything would’ve been fine; it could’ve been fine if he hadn’t kissed me. If after that first weekend that Jake met Mathew, I buried feelings and emotions and hid them deep within the ground.” You don't even realize that you've started pacing again, and the wide eyes from Penny, clearly mean she had no idea about what was going on. Your anxious pacing certainly isn’t helping her as she tries to process your words, just as fast as you say them.

“I could have hidden them and continued to have an amazing friendship with Jake. Not the relationship I want and hoped for, but at least a friendship. At least a life where Jake was a part of mine and Mathew’s everyday routine.”

And you had, you really had. You’ve done so good at hiding it, any and every emotion that wasn’t friendship, you had been able to hide from Jake for a year and a half. It killed you not to be able to hug him, love him, and express emotions like you wanted, but you weren’t sure if he liked you like that.

After that long weekend, you slowly started to pull back, well aware of every moment in which you were in each other's arms. It had been hard, but pulling away was easier than free-falling, and Jake had never said anything. He hadn't commented on how you started drifting apart. He’d never shown any emotion or any signs that he wanted anything else, anything more with you.

And now…

Your friendship had turned utterly grey when it should’ve been black and white. When you should’ve been able to separate your emotions and feelings. Not with Jake though, everything with him bled it into a mess of colors. Lines a mess, stripped and running through each other. Nowhere near the nice perfect picture you wanted; with colors that stayed in the lines and didn’t bleed.

The life that had you and Jake in the same picture, even if there was a large line separating you. Because even with that vast wasted space in between you, you still had each other. You never had to worry about stepping on each other’s toes, or whether he would get annoyed with you, or hate you, or not like you, or not love you…

Tears fall from your eyes, without you noticing. You've been so worked up that you hadn't noticed how your body started to shake and that barely any of your words were audible. That it was only a mumbled mess, and Penny had only been able to pick of random words in it.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetie.”

The heaving of your chest doesn't slow as Penny pulls you into her, rocking you slightly like she used to when you were little. One hand grasping at your back, while the other brushes your hair slightly, as she continually says that everything is going to be okay in your ear. Though it doesn't feel okay. All it feels like is that you're completely overwhelmed, and you don't know how to process it. Like your walls were caving in and no matter how hard you tried, it was going to collapse on top of you.

Like the last eight months, you've spent burying everything was for nothing because now it's all wide open for everybody to see.

“I just don't know what to do Pen. He came to say goodbye the night before his deployment, and he kissed me. He kissed me and it felt like everything was right and perfect, and then he just left. He didn't say anything; just turned and left.”

You hate the stare of pity that you get from Penny, she looks at you like if she says the wrong thing it's going to completely break you. Which it might, but that doesn't mean you want her to walk on eggshells around you.

“I’m sure he was just scared.”

You scoff slightly and your eyes roll, nearly touching the back of your head.

“This is Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, we're talking about Pen. I've seen that man do terrifying shit, believe me when I tell you he was not scared. I don't know what he was…”

This time it's Pennys turned to scoff at you, before going into full mom mode.

“Sweetheart, there is so much that you don't see, and you really need to talk to Jake about this.” The thought of having THIS conversation with Jake makes your anxiety spike again, and you're surprised that your bottom lip hasn't split open from the way that you've chewed on it.

“You don’t get it Pen, the only time I was able to sleep soundly was when he was in the house. When he was close by. The last eight months have been hell for me, because every night I wake up screaming. And sometimes it’s memories, but other times its Mav coming to tell me that he’s not here anymore. That something went wrong, and that Jake died. And those dreams, those are so much worse than the memories… and that’s saying something when you’ve been through everything I have.”

Your breathing doesn't slow, as you start pacing again, the onset of your panic attack is noticeable, but you can't stop it. Your glossed-over eyes don't know where to look because everything's a blur, and you can't stop the tears from running down your face. The slight shake of your arms has you gripping your shoulders, as you kneel down against the wall, back pressed in trying to ground yourself.

The continuous audio in your head of Adam screaming at you, and telling you how you weren't worth loving. That no one would ever love you, and that you were a waste of space. The emotions and feelings seep back in, of how he hurt you. How the bruises and cuts might have been healed, but your heart had never healed. Sure, Jake picked up the pieces and glued you back together, but he didn't understand the real damage. The internal damage that kept you lying awake at night. It was incessant and ever-looming, just waiting for the right moment.

You are damaged beyond repair, and you couldn't understand why everybody in your life claimed to love you, when you couldn't even love yourself. And if you couldn't even love yourself, how could Jake ever. But even if he ever did, you couldn’t let him see the real you, because the real you wasn’t worth it.

The shuttering in your shoulders hadn't stopped, but the tears had finally stopped falling and as you look up at Penny who has tears in her own eyes, the only emotion you can feel is vacancy.

“I love Jake, but I don’t know how to be loved or love anymore. That part of me hid away a long time ago, and I'm terrified that I'm never going to get it back.”

It's a number of sweet nothings that fall from Penny's lips, as she grasps onto you and pulls you into her chest. The both of you calming, safely resting in your big sister’s arms. The anxiety and stress drain from your body, though an overwhelming tiredness consumes you, and at some point, you fall asleep.

A welcomed dreamless sleep, one that you don't wake up screaming from.

…

“I haven’t seen her like this since we were kids. She used to have really bad nightmares when dad got deployed, but this … It scared me.”

Jake's eyes cast back to your sleeping form on the floor of your office, the setting sun peers through the window and even in your current state, Jake still thought you looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Is this the only breakdown she's had?” He doesn't mean for his tone to come off harsh, but he's a man in love and insanely protective.

“She said that she's been having nightmares again, but the way she described them… it's been bad Jake and she's been doing it alone. Because she doesn't think she's worth telling anyone.”

Penny can't stop the onset of tears, as she watches her baby sister sleep. Still reeling from the information that she learned and wondering what in the world your ex had done to you, that made you think so harshly about yourself.

“I don't know what happened to her in Florida, but when Bradley brought her home, she didn't talk for a week, and when she finally did start talking it was like nothing happened.”

The new information makes Jake's breath hitch slightly; Rooster hadn't gone into direct details about what happened when he brought you home. Jake knew it was bad, but to hear the raw details like that, felt like a knife had been plunged through his chest.

“I didn't see my little sister for months, she was only a shell of the girl she used to be, and then you show up. Whatever you did brought back a light in her. But after what I just saw, just heard, I’m terrified that it is, or it already has completely gone out.”

Penny's gaze cuts back from you to Jake, and her eyes pierce through his soul. He'd never seen Penny so heartbroken; in all the time he's been a Top Gun, Jake had never seen the oldest Benjamin so lost.

��I don't know all the details of what happened between you two, but she thinks that you don't have any feelings for her. Which I know is a goddamn lie, but she believes with her whole heart that she is not worth it. That she doesn’t deserve to be loved.” Penny breathes in a shattered breath as she tries to collect her thoughts, eyes closing for a moment still processing all the new information.

“I know that you can't make her change your mind, but she needs to know. Because right now she's terrified of losing you, and that thought alone has sent her spiraling, so deep into a black hole that she can't dig herself out. So, you have to, and if you can't, you need to tell me right now.”

The overwhelming sense of love and pure heartache that echo through the hollows of Jake’s heart, has the lump in his throat catching. A silver mist of tears lines his eyes, begging to fall, and as he watches the steady breathing flow in and out of your chest, they do. A sharp breath is sucked in, his hand quick to wipe away the stray tear, and his eyes never leave your broken form.

“She’s, my girl.” The statement has a shutter breath gasping from his chest, “guess it’s time I buck up and make it official.”

The harsh laugh that falls from Jake’s chest, is only to hide the pain he feels. The pain that he's caused you, not only the kiss but waiting so long. The time that he spent waiting for you to make the move when in reality you needed him to make it. To tell you that you were enough and that you were worth the love.

“Umm… Do you know where Maty is?”

A happy laugh falls from Penny’s chest as Jake asks the question, of course, Matthew was the main priority right up next to you.

“Yeah, he’s with mom and dad, but Amelia wanted to watch him tonight. I can go over and pick him up, don't worry about him.” Penny sees the slight apprehension on Jake's face.

“I always worry about him.” His statement is firm and not meant to be questioned.

Eye contact between the two is understanding, Jake had worried about Mathew just as much as Penny ever worried about Amelia. Penny knew then, that whether Mathew was blood-related or not to Jake, he was his son.

“I know, but I can handle tonight. I just need you to be there for Y/n.”

The gentle squeeze of the hand that Penny gives Jake, is a silent welcome. It was like at that moment before anyone else knew, Penny had declared Jake a part of the Benjamin family.

…

The soft stroke of your hair pulls you from the deep sleep, and your headaches slightly from the tears that you had shed. You're unsure if it's your mind playing tricks on you, or if he's actually here, if he is actually back. These last eight months have been rough, and your mind had started playing games on you.

Nights that you thought that he was with you, were only a harsh reminder to you when you woke up, and he was gone still. Though the familiar smell of jet fuel mixed in with his cologne is lulling you into a false state of comfort and ease.

The clench of your eyes shut tighter, gives you away, signally that you were awake. Though you were too afraid to open your eyes, too scared that the presence you thought was there would disappear. That Jake would still be gone. Though you're even more scared of the conversation that's sure to ensue if the presence really is Jake.

“Sweets, wake up for me baby.”

The sound of his voice has you gasping, as your eyes fly open, and once again tears stream down your face. The choked sound of the sob that leaves your chest, is more than enough motivation for Jake to grip onto you and pull you to him.

“I’m here, Sweets.”

And though the statement should comfort you, it only has your tears falling harder and faster. And even though you know you shouldn't, even though you're terrified of the outcome, you can't stop your hands from gripping onto his shirt. You hold on to him like he could slip between your fingers and fade away at any moment.

The stroke of Jake's hand through your hair and the tracing of his finger up your spine comforts you. Soothing your sobs momentarily as the both of you sit in silence, clinging to one another. If only, for just this moment.

…

You're not sure how much time has passed, but you know that your knees ache from the kneeling position that you're in. You know that it had to be a substantial amount of time as the white tee shirt you're pressed into against jake's chest, is completely soaked with your tears.

Even though you don't want to, even though you wish that you could stay in this specific moment forever, you pull away. Your eyes focus and you find his emerald, green pair watching you.

Though they don't hold the same light happy nature you're used to, tears streamed down from his face and that emerald green that's usually so bright and happy is surrounded by sorrow and sadness. A pain that strikes you right to your core.

“Jake” His name barely slips past your lips before you're gasping for breath and crying again, your chest shuddering and shaking as your emotions take over once again. Though this time it's not Penny trying to smooth you.

It's Jake, your Jake.

Who has been gone so long, but now is here in your arms holding you and pressing gentle kisses against the crown of your head. He was actually home.

Even though your mind is screaming at you to pull away, to pull up the walls once again. Your heart craves Jake, and you can’t stop yourself from melting in his hold.

“Sweets, let’s go home.”

You pull away from Jake before quietly questioning him, “Together?”

The pain is clear in your voice, and the sight of your near-trembling lip would break Jake altogether. But he finally had your tears subsiding, and he wasn’t going to risk you getting triggered by his own tears.

“Of course.”

His voice is steady and calming, as his hand comes up to brush a stray hair from your face, you can’t stop yourself from nuzzling into his palm.

“Darlin’ home is wherever, as long as it’s with you.”

His words sink deep in your chest, and you wonder if he means them, the same way that you do, when you mutter, ‘You are my home’ quietly against his palm.

Jake helps you up, the waver in your legs would send you tumbling if Jake's hands weren’t securely wrapped around your waist.

Though as if your standing, triggered the fog filling your mind to fade away, a harsh gasp slips from your lips, and you’re consumed with guilt.

“Mathew, oh my god..”

Before you can once again tumble into despair, Jake softly lifts your chin, and your eyes meet.

“Already taken care of darin’.”

The question of how forms on your lips, but is forgotten as Jake places a kiss on your forehead.

“He’s staying the night at Penny’s, he was my top priority, right next to you.”

He’s words warm your chest, and once again you remember why you, quite possibly love this man. Though your mind hastily ignores the thought, as it enters your mind.

“I miss the bug, but getting to have you to myself for one night is worth it.”

“Jake –”

“Not till we get home, Sweets.”

…

The drive home passes quickly with Jake driving your car, and you can't help but feel slightly bad, after all, he just got back from an 8-month deployment. You’re positive that he is shattered, considering the dark circles under his eyes, and you know that he came straight to you, considering the fact that his pack is now in your back seat, and he is still in his flight suit.

The feeling doesn't sit well in the base of your gut, and the anxiety of once again, of not being enough circulated through your mind. If you wouldn’t have been such a mess, then Jake wouldn’t need to be taking care of you. He shouldn’t have to be away for months on end, working his ass off, and have to come home to this.

You should be taking care of Jake. You should have been driving him home and already had dinner ready, but instead, you’ve failed once again. Only proving that each comment Adam ever said to you was true.

Jake pulls into your drive, and you’re so consumed with your doubt that you don’t even notice that you’ve parked until Jake opens your door. His palm faces up and waits for you to grasp it. When you do, Jake is quick to shut your door and rest you back against it. His eyes hold nothing but warmth and concern for you, though you can’t see it.

“Darlin’ you’re thinkin’ so loud, it’s given me a headache.”

At the sound of you causing him stress, your head snaps up and you start profusely apologizing. Which only concerns Jake more, you were usually always snapping back at his sarcasm, and given the way you’ve continued to mutter apologies at him, he knows that you’ve fallen in deep.

The quiet drive home didn’t sit well with him, it was unusually tense and not the peaceful silence that was always between the two of you.

No, this silence was heavy and made him feel like you were slowly slipping away. Forgoing grabbing his pack, Jake slips his hand in your own and tugs you up the walk. Unlocking the door with the keys, he had gotten from you back on base and ushers you into the kitchen. The continued silence worries him, Penny’s words ringing loud in his ear.

She didn’t talk for a week, then it was as if nothing happened.

He can't handle the thought of you going silent on him, of you in so much pain that speaking is too much work. You stand there so still and silent in the middle of the kitchen, completely numb and unmoving to the outside world.

“Sweets?” His soft voice and the brush of his hand against your cheek pulls you out of the daze. A soft hum falls from your lips in acknowledgment, though you say nothing else.

“Baby, what do you need? Please talk to me.”

You'd never heard Jake sound so desperate, like whatever you said to him would either make or break him.

“I … I –”

It doesn't surprise you when both of Jake's hands come to rest against your cheeks, tilting your head up so you're looking him directly in the eyes. He can see it in your eyes, the pain that you're swimming in, practically drowning.

“Darlin’ what do you need, ignore the thoughts, and the outside world. Baby, it's just us.”

Your eyes never falter as you stare at Jake, his presence automatically calmed you after the last eight months, and suddenly you don't care.

Your mind had been too much and all you wanted was Jake. You know it'll kill you tomorrow when you've got a clear mind, but in this moment you can't care. Because of the way you are spiraling, the hateful words and memories from your past we're consuming you, if you didn't stop it, it would only lead to disaster.

For the first time tonight, a small glint in your eye reappears. A small hope for Jake that you would be okay.

“I need you.”

And without a second thought for the repercussions, your arms wrap around Jake’s neck and pull his lips down to slot against your own. Eight months had been a long time, but his lips against yours felt just like you remembered. They fit perfectly against your own, though now slightly chapped, no doubt from the incessant way that he licked his lips when they started to dry.

And just as quick as it started, Jake was pulling away. His hands remained on your hips, keeping you close but far enough away that he could look you in the eyes. He almost feels like an asshole, when a flash of pain crosses your face, and you start pulling farther away from him.

“Nope, no. Darlin’ look at me, we're fixing this right now.”

The harsh tone of his voice makes you whimper, and Jake actively curses himself for using such a rough tone with you, but he needed your attention, he needed you to listen. One of his hands leaves your hips and comes to rest just under your chin, which had settled facing downward. Jake's thumb and forefinger gently nip at your chin before tilting it up, giving you no choice but to look at him.

“This is in no way how I wanted to go about this, but Penny told me some things darlin’ and I can't leave words left unsaid anymore. Not when you're in pain because of me.”

The only thoughts passing through your mind are, ‘this is it, this is the end…’ The pain of the thought is too much, and your lip starts to slightly tremble as you wait for Jake to make the final blow.

“Sweetheart, when I kissed you right before we left, it wasn't some quick decision. I kissed you because I couldn't take the risk of dying, and never knowing what we felt like.” The sharp intake of air you breathe has Jake worried and his own follows suit. If he hadn’t been clutching onto you for dear life, he was sure that he would’ve been pacing. His own anxiety trigging his hand to brush back through his hair, before settling. “And damn it, you felt like utter perfection against me, but then I realized how I'd broken a promise. A promise I made to never rush you into anything or throw my feelings at you, without you doing it first, and so, I left. Like a damn idiot, I left.”

The tremble of your lips only quickens, as your once slackened hands raise up to brush against Jake's cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that have fallen. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand only slightly, before placing a quick kiss on it.

“Sweets… I decided then, that if I died, it would be okay. Because at least for a moment, no matter how small it was, I had perfection.”

The statement makes your heart speed, the realization slowly setting in that the kiss wasn’t a fluke, and that Jake had meant it. That everything you felt wasn’t one-sided, and it should have been enough to stop you from the slew of harsh words racing through your mind. The fact that Jake liked you should have been able to pull you out of the darkness, but it hadn’t.

“You don’t want me, Jake.” The harsh gasp that leaves your chest turns into a failed laugh and Jake had never seen you so in doubt of yourself. “I’m so fucking broken, and I don’t know if I can be fixed.”

The palm that rests against your cheek flexes momentarily. Jake hated everything you just said, you had no right to tell him whether he wanted you or not.

“Darlin’ I will always want you.”

“You shouldn’t have to be with damaged goods, you’re worth more than that.”

You would have been scared if he was Adam because the noise that releases from Jake’s chest is full of anger and pain. The fire reignites in his eyes, and even if you wanted to look away you couldn’t. Not when his eyes watched you with such passion.

“Y/n Charlotte Benjamin, I don’t care if you have never listened to me or if you never listen to me again, but you will listen to me right now.” The authority in his voice has you reaching out to him, grasping his left hand in between your own and you give him a nod to continue. “You and Mathew are the best thing that has ever happened to me, over my career and my rank, against everything you are the best. Now, I don’t know everything that happened to you, and I will never make you tell me, but darlin’ I will spend the rest of my life making sure you realize your worth.” His words pause for a moment, caught in his throat as Jake tries to hold himself together. “Sweets, you might be broken, but mosaics are some of the most beautiful pieces of work.”

This time Jake doesn’t pull away when you kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist, grasping at your form in any way, and needing to pull you into him. To consume you whole, and never let go.

The kiss is slow and thought out, every move of the lips is like a dance between the two of you. The softness with which you started to kiss is completely forgotten, as your arms wrap around Jake’s neck and pull him in closer. With everything in your being, you hope that those words that you can’t say yet are passing through and that Jake understands.

Your fingers card through the hair at the base of his neck and tug, and your toes curl at the moan that Jake releases against your lips. A matching moan falls from you, when Jake nips at your bottom lip, before moving from your lips and kissing down your jawline.

Your head tips back in delight and your eyes roll closed, overwhelmed with Jake, but also needing more. The whine that leaves your lips as Jake pulls away is loud and causes Jake to smirk down at you. Causing the blush on your cheeks to deepen, and the warmth from your face slides down, burning into your skin like a wildfire consumes the brush.

Jake’s breath pants out against your lips, unsteady as he leans his forehead against your own. His hands rub up and down your arms, squeezing gently as they go, and his eyes watch you. Patiently waiting to see if you’ll pull away, or if you wanted this just as much as he did.

Jake finds no trace of doubt in your mind, you still weren’t his bubbly girl, that teased and poked at him, but you were here.

Here with him, and no longer pulling away.

“Darlin’ we need to get you in the shower,” His hand comes up to brush along your brow, before placing a kiss where his thumb had just been. “You go and relax, wash everything down the drain, and I’ll find a movie for after.”

The thought of a shower sounded like heaven, your skin had gotten slightly sticky after the cold sweat that broke out across your body, but you didn’t want to leave Jake right now. You couldn’t leave Jake right now; you were sure that your body and mind wouldn’t allow it.

“Want you.” The statement is so quiet and simple, but the way you look at Jake makes him easily complaint.

“I know sweets, but you need to wash up. I promise after you get out, that you can have me all you want.”

“No,” You’re stubborn and for a moment Jake expects you to stomp your foot, “I want you to come with me, don’t wanna be away from you.”

His eyes watch you, waiting for you to realize what you’re asking for, then to backtrack, but you don’t. Your eyes stay firmly on him, waiting for him to answer.

“Sweets, you want me to come in the shower with you?”

A nod against his chest is the only answer Jake gets before you pull him with you toward the bathroom. You couldn’t understand it, but deep within you, you need Jake next to you. Not just in the house, but his skin on yours, constantly touching.

It might have been needy of you and moving way too fast, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Jake shuts the door behind both of you and reaches into the shower to turn it on. Your form stays stationed in the middle of the bathroom, and you watch his movements with a slight pout. You had never been the type that liked to be babied, but all you wanted was for Jake to take care of you. To focus all of his attention on you, and you, alone.

You follow his movements around the bathroom, the stretch of the white tee shirt against his back has a heat pooling in your core. One that most defiantly shouldn’t be there, not at a time like this, when you had been bawling for the past twelve hours. But the way in which Jake tied his flight suit around his waist and with his usually perfect hair is a mess, from Jake raking his hand through it, sets off a deep need within you.

“Sweets, you need to get naked if you’re getting in.” The glance over his shoulder stops the teasing tone in its tracks. Jake's words fail him, as he sees the look in your eyes. It’s the same one that you had when you got drunk and kissed him. He knew that look and lord, it was going to take all of his strength not to take you.

A groan falls from his lips, as you lift your arms and mutter out a ‘you’ to him. You stay still, waiting for him to come to you and comply with your demand. He walks towards you so slowly that you think you may burst, though when Jake’s hands find your hips, the hum you give him in return is enough of a go-ahead for him to pull the shirt from your body. His eyes never leave your own, though your chest slightly heaves in anticipation of being with Jake like this. So bare and exposed, in more ways than the literal sense.

Your hair is a mess upon your head, the strand falling around your face with the removal of your shirt. Jake's hand comes up to brush a few strands from your face before his palm finds home on your cheek again and his thumb creases over your lips.

It’s soft and delicate, he’s trying to be the perfect gentleman with you. Though it’s like you’ve lost complete control of your body, and even if you wanted to stop it, which you don’t, you couldn’t. As Jake smooths his thumb over your bottom lip for the last stroke, your lips slip open, and you take his thumb into your mouth. Your lips close around him, eyes fluttering closed, and suck.

“Fuck”

The curse is enough for your eyes to open, though you don’t release his thumb. As your eyes flutter up to meet his piercing green ones, you scrap your teeth gently over the pad of his thumb, then suck again to soothe it.

The grunt that echoes through the steamed bathroom makes your toes curl, and as you pull your mouth off Jake, the sweetest smile graces your face, your bottom lip bitten and yet so innocent.

“Hi.”

The straps of your bra slip from your shoulders, and while holding the front to you, you reach behind you to flick the band open. The sound has Jake’s eyes moving down momentarily before he corrects himself and stares into your eyes.

“Darlin’.”

The warning tone only makes you giggle, as you drop the bra to the ground, and take a step closer to Jake, tugging at his white shirt. “Maybe you should take the shower alone, Sweets.”

Jake's eyes settle on the wall just above your head, his hands no longer sit at your hips, but clenched in fists at his sides. The smile on your face instantly drops at his words, your hands move to cover your chest, and you instantly feel unwanted once again. You shake your head, appalled at your stupidity. You've clearly taken it too far when you didn't mean to, and you can feel yourself shrink back. Embarrassed about how you've just acted and wishing that you were just invisible.

“I'm really sorry, I just –” the words catch in your throat and make you feel even more pitiful. “I don't know what came over me. I just needed you…” you stutter slightly tripping over your words, and as Jake lifts your chin to look at him the tears fall.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Jake steps forward to pull you into his chest though before he can grab you, you're stepping back, and a flash of hurt crosses his face.

“I can't talk when you're holding me, you make me feel things and everything gets all discombobulated in my head.”

Jake only relaxes slightly, as he moves back to lean against the door and gives you as much space as possible. His brow furors and the lines on his forehead crease, a clear indication that his mind is running wild, just as fast as yours.

“I needed you… I need you. It’s this deep ache in my chest, one that I need you to fix, but I don’t know how. Things happened; he did things that are still burned into my skin, I can still feel him, and I hate it.”

If you hadn’t been so hyper-aware, you would have missed the way Jake stiffened. Not at your need for him, but when you mention Adam and what happened.

“Sweets, if I could erase everything that he did to you I would. You’ve no idea how bad I want to kill him–”

Jake cuts himself off before he can be consumed with rage and moves toward you again. This time you don’t move and welcome the hand that comes to brush against your cheek. Your eyes fall shut, as Jake wraps you in his arms and tucks you safely into his chest.

“I don’t know how to be loved, Jake.” Your voice is muffled into his shirt, but he still hears you.

“I know, Sweets.”

The hand tracing up and down your spine never falters, though the words aren’t what you want to hear.

“No Jake, I don’t know how.” You pull back from him so that he can see the desperation, and need in your eyes. “But I… I want to love you.”

“Okay, then let me take the pain. Please darlin’. Let me replace all of those bad memories and those feelings that are burned into your skin. Baby please, just let me erase the pain.”

“And tomorrow, we can talk about everything else.”

Without a second thought, your head nods, wanting nothing more than for Jake to encase you completely. You needed him to replace the pain and ghost of unwanted hands; to be the remedy to your broken shell.

The hand grasping at your back moves up, slowly tracing your bare skin and memorizing every dip and divot. As if it was the first time that Jake had ever touched you, had ever truly got to breathe you in. Your breath only picks up slightly, as your forehead rests against his chest, and quiet pants fall from your lips and into his chest. The both of your breaths sync in pace, as goose bumps line your skin.

Your once-dormant hands rise and grip onto Jake's white shirt. You twist the material in your hands, and it strains across Jake’s chest, the conscious part of your brain grasping at anything to ground yourself. Though the ghost of his lips over your neck, has a whimper leaving your lips as your head dips back and exposes your neck to Jake.

The drag of Jake’s nose against your neck has your toes curling. His breathing, is hot against your neck as he litters it with delicate kisses, pausing occasionally to place open-mouth kisses on your pulse point.

Though the kisses are sweet, the occasional nip of his teeth confirms that he is leaving marks along his path. Though you can’t find it in yourself to tell Jake to stop, even if it was against work policy, you would never stop Jake from marring your skin.

No, these ones you wanted. You craved the way in which they healed you.

Your need to touch Jake is no longer fulfilled by the soft cotton wrapped tightly around your hands. You tug up on the fabric, and Jake's tan skin peeks out as a tease, taunting you. Though Jake is quick to tug his shirt up and off when a whine falls from your lips.

Jake watches as your hands make contact with his stomach muscles, and a soft smile forms on your face as you trace the ridges. The sharp breath Jake sucks in when you trace along his pant line, causes you to giggle and trace along his v-line once more.

The light filling your eyes as you glance back up to Jake has his heart clenching. The steam of the shower surrounds you both and your hair is slightly damp, sticking to your face in places. It was too early, too fast, for Jake to utter that four-letter word to you, but he’d never been more sure than in that moment.

The smile creasing your face only widens, when Jake’s hands slip up to your cheeks. Cupping them and tugging you up slightly, as he dips to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. Only pulling back when you both have to gasp for breath, though neither of your gazes leaves the other.

The green of Jake’s eyes had never appeared so bright as they did now, resting against each other’s foreheads and inhaling the importance of each other’s presence. The kiss that Jake brushes against your brow, is more than enough to confirm that the feeling you share is real. That for once, you both are exposing yourselves completely and surrendering, only to be met with a returned passion, one that could no longer be hidden.

“My girl.”

The statement is muttered against your lips, as one of Jake's hands comes up to trace patterns along your cheek. Though you had heard Jake say it about you an endless number of times, this one wasn’t just a statement, but a defined claim over your mind, body, and soul.

“Yours, for as long as you want me.”

“Darlin’ I want you for eternity, and then some.”

…

You couldn’t remember how either of you got out of the rest of your clothes and into the shower, but the cascade of warm water against your back has you melting. Your hand remains intertwined in Jake's hair, gives a slight tug, and has Jake falling into the water with you. Your lips never separate, as you relinquish all control over to Jake, and the dip of his tongue into your mouth has your toes curling.

Jake’s hands slowly wander, no longer held by the confines of your clothing, and adamant about familiarizing himself with every part of you. The ghost of his fingertips sliding up between your thighs, has a gasp falling from your lips. The sound is devoured by Jake’s lips, as he grazes your heat, teasingly tracing and collecting your slick. Before he finds purchase on your clit and rolls the nub in gentle figure eights.

Your head falls back against the tile, disconnecting your lips as the pleasure consumes you, and you find a smirking Jake watching you. Words try and form on your lips, though the increase of speed, only has incoherent mumbles bubbling from your chest. Your body tenses against the wall, the extension of your toes has you rising, and Jake settles an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

You hadn’t been intimate with anyone since Adam, and as you watch Jake, you’re thankful that you finally coming apart is at his hands. The green of his eye’s never wavering from your own, as your breathing becomes erratic and the one hand around your waist rises to crease your cheek.

“I’ve got you, Sweets. Let go.”

You hadn’t realized you needed it, but the reassurance from Jake has you crashing into the waves. A gasp and partial cry leave your chest and has you grasping onto Jake. Your hands shake as you grasp onto his shoulders, the hand that had been between your legs wraps around you and tugs you fully into his chest.

Your tears mix with the water as it washes over the both of you, and Jake's hold tightens on you as he feels your chest shake against his own. You can’t get close enough to him, and as you nuzzle into Jake’s neck, he notices your slight whimpers. His hands slip from your waist and tap lightly at your butt, a silent request that you happily comply with.

Your arms wrap tightly around Jake's neck, as he holds you as if you weigh nothing, before turning the shower off. You pull back from the comfort of his neck and receive a sweet gentle kiss, your lips crease each other and work in slow tandem.

Pulling back from the kiss, you giggle slightly as Jake peppers kisses across your cheeks and nose. He only stops when a full laugh falls from your chest and you beg him to stop. The cheeky smirk that he gives you warms your heart, and you decide that it’s one of your favorite looks on Jake.

Jake easily removes you both from the shower, never faltering as he heads back into your room and delicately sets you on the bed. He moves to grab you a towel, though you don’t miss the fact that he is excruciatingly hard. The fact isn’t hidden well when Jake shows up with a towel now around his waist and wraps another around you.

Your hand creeps up to rest at the top of Jake's towel and give it a tug, as his form stands over you, while you kneel on your bed. A light chuckle bubbles from Jake, and his free hand comes to cup your cheek, lovingly tracing tiny patterns.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that, Sweets. Right now, I just want to hold my girl.”

You nuzzle into his hands and place a kiss in the palm, before glancing back up and only finding love in Jake’s eyes.

“Thank you.”

No reply is given to you, other than a soft kiss and Jake crawling into your bed, pulling you up with him to lay against his chest. His arms wrap around you, and the warmth of his body relaxes you, like an invisible shield of protection.

“Sleep darlin', I’m home.”

For the first time in eight months, you slept peacefully through the night; nightmares and memories evading you completely.

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eevylynn · 8 months

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I just realized something

In the Teen Wolf Movie, does Scott mention or talk about Stiles at all??

Derek, the Sheriff, Jackson, Lydia, heck even Mr Harris and Eli have conversations (not with each other) about Stiles.

But I can't recall Scott doing it...

Considering how close they were on the show, that feels odd. It makes me wonder if Scott and Stiles had a falling out in universe after they parted ways.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lydia martin #eli hale #sheriff stilinski #scott mccall #jackson whittemore #stydia #sterek #sciles

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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SWEET PEA

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, breeding, a bit of fluff, reader gets a bit insecure, hybrid au, reader is a bunny hybrid + has some bunny features, heat cycles mentioned, creampie, rough sex, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @bunnyjiros 💕 thank you as always luv and i hope you like it! 🥺

Synopsis: Manjiro sometimes wishes you wouldn't shy away from expressing your desires.

WC: 1.3k

“She’s turning two this year and it won’t be long before she welcomes a new sibling.”

Beaming smiles were worn by every woman sitting around the table that morning. Brunch was decided on and frankly, you wished you didn’t eat so much. You remember every fleeting glance and inquisitive question sent each other's way. It was supposed to be a get-together with old friends from high school whom you haven’t kept in touch with since graduation due to the duties and tight schedules brought by adult life. But the second you showed up, they were not alone. Everyone gushed about their children and babies that you were sure your floppy ears hurt hearing the same thing. Unlike your fellow hybrid friends, the joys of motherhood were foreign to you. Knowing nothing about labor pains or the hardships of taking care of a newborn, you fell listen as they conversed about it. The sandwich you chewed and swallowed made your stomach hurt slightly while you sat there motionless.

Becoming a parent wasn’t a dream of yours. Heck, you only wanted to survive and graduate from university. The next step after that was to get a job and become stable. The same was true for your friends so it surprised you to see them all building a family of their own. So much can occur and change in five years that it terrifies you. However, the image of having a little one in the future slowly bloomed into your picture of perfection when Sano Manjiro entered your life. While they had their families and other mundane occurrences in their lives, you had your husband, Mikey, who was Bonten’s undefeated leader. The joy of introducing him to your friends waned with each passing moment as they spoke, afraid of their judgemental stares and possible crass comments. What was even worse…

The green-horned monster was rearing its ugly face toward them, eyeing each of their material possessions and the people they hold dear.

“Babe? You doin’ alright?”

Yet, what overpowered that unpleasant state of envy was sheer melancholy. To have and give your lover a child has been one of your plans ever since you tied the knot with Manjiro. There was this unexplained desire to see the most powerful man in Tokyo dote on a small human being and hold them in such gentle ways akin to touching a precious gem. Yet, above that desire was another one—to see your husband smile. However, what was stopping you from discontinuing your birth control and just asking Manjiro to put a baby inside you was his lack of voicing his wishes to have one. That alone was enough to have you sitting there in silence, unable to tear away your gaze from the mirror until your husband had to speak up about his concern.

“Manji, can I ask you something?”

The rest of the jewelry you put on for that gathering was all safely placed inside the velvet box that was filled with other accessories gifted by your husband standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes with his onyx ones that were normally listless around others. His brow raised, a sign for you to shoot your question away. Clearing your throat, you braced yourself for his response while structuring the inquiry.

“Um, I’ve been thinking… Well, first off, today’s brunch was excellent and I had fun. Second, my friends were discussing things like their babies and children. They were all so cute, Manji! I couldn’t help but gush about them once I saw photos of their chubby cheeks and small hands.” You didn’t realize it, but Manjiro noticed you were now rambling. It didn’t have to take him too long to know that you were nervous, especially with how your floppy ears were stiff due to anxiety. Instead of pointing it out, he opted to let you finish and get to the point with a small curl on his lips. “Don’t you think babies are so tiny and cute? I bet my babies will be cuter than theirs though. I mean, they will be since they’re a combination of you and me. Wouldn’t you agree, Manji?”

“So, you want a baby?” Manjiro, in all his stoic glory, cracked a smile at what you were obviously hinting at from the start. He confirmed he hit the truth once you froze in your seat, eyes slightly widened. He bet that your cheeks were as hot as a summer day, hoping for them to be cooled down by his calloused fingertips. Abashedly, you nodded your head in agreement. There was no use lying to Manjiro. He always seems to have a way of finding out the truth at the end of the day. Plus, beating around the bush with this topic would not satiate your mind seeking for answers on whether he shared the same wish or not. As a response to your harmless query, your husband silently diminished the distance between you two. Your eyes followed his every move from the way his hands sought after your face to the moment he lowered his head to plant a kiss on your lips. Parting from you for a second, he whispered, “If you want it so badly, I’m more than willing to start now. We can do it every day until your heat comes to be extra sure. What do ‘ya say?”

“Well… I don’t want to do this without your consent first and asking if you want a kid—”

Manjiro acted swiftly than your doubts. He knew you like the back of his hand. If anything, he would rather keep you happy than ever witness you fighting back your emotions while staring at a blurry sky. He ignored your slightly panicked expression and kept a straight face on while lifting you from your seat.

Of course, anything you wanted shall be yours.

Your bare back hit the mattress, rubbing against the material as he ground himself against your aching core. His mouth heatedly kissed yours. His adept tongue explored and relished your taste. You were silenced by his loving onslaught of affections, mind rendered silent as you received his gentle but arousing touches. Your floppy ears twitched when he nipped your neck which was accompanied by your mewls at the ticklish yet hot sensation. Manjiro hoped to leave his mark on the supple flesh. He wasn’t going to admit it aloud right now, but when he heard you wanted a child—his child, never has he experienced such bliss that clouded his mind to the point all he could think of was your stomach round with his offspring and the thought of stuffing you full of his fertile cum.

“Baby! Ah, please. Please… Please fuck a baby in me. Wanna have your babies!”

Manjiro was out of control. He cared less and less if his hands left imprints on your hips, wrists, thighs, or any other part of your body as he thrust his cock into your sopping wet cunt. A thick white ring formed around his girthy length that, too, coated his balls that were slapping your ass each time. Even your sensitive floppy ears fell victim to his rough treatment, being held up tightly as he pounded your pussy away. You, on the other hand, screamed for more. Your husband may not be a hybrid like you, however, he was on par with a beast in its rutting season. Every thrust had you begging for more, hoping for him to fill your cunt up until his balls could no longer produce any semen. And that was exactly what you and he wanted—to go at it like animals.

To breed and be bred.

“Fuck, babe…” Manjiro grunted as he climaxed for the fourth time tonight. A hiss escaped his lips at the sight of your abused pussy creamed, dripping as you sobbed into the mattress. Your mind was long gone from its rational state, drunk off on euphoria. Fixing your hair and floppy ears, your husband leaned down to lick on your nape before biting the spot. You were too weak to do anything or even react, just laying there in all your vulnerable form. “Ready to be a mommy? You better be ready to keep this up.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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A Supernatural Meeting at 221c Baker Street

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sherlock and John x reader (platonic)

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you go to university in London, and make some interesting friends.

“So, this is the place,” Dean glanced around your small apartment with an appraising look.

“Yes, and it’s perfectly safe,” you scoffed. “No mold, no holes, no-“

The sudden crack of gunfire had both your brothers on high alert, but you just rolled your eyes.

“Excuse me,” you huffed, heading out your door and towards your neighbors, 221B Baker Street. Your brothers followed close on your heels.

“What the heck was that?” Sam demanded, and you waved him off.

“Nothing, I’ll take care of it,” you knocked on the door, and within seconds Mrs. Hudson was at the door, waving her hands frantically.

“Oh he’s shooting again, and John is out doing the shopping, will you please talk to him?”

“Of course Mrs. Hudson. These are my brothers, Sam and Dean, they’re going to stay down here with you while I talk to Sherlock, if that’s ok.”

Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth to reply, but Dean beat her to it.

“Like crap we are. You’re not confronting some crazy shooter alone.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you sighed. “Sherlock’s not dangerous, he’s just an imbecile.” You headed up the stairs towards Sherlock’s door, and despite your protests, your brothers followed.

You didn’t bother knocking as you shoved the door open, and Sherlock’s head jerked up in surprise, his gun hanging loosely from his hand.

“What are you-“

“Sherlock Holmes,” you glared at the man, marching up to him and holding out your hand for the gun. When he didn’t move, you snatched it out of his hands, despite his whining protests. “You’ve given poor Mrs. Hudson a heart attack, and you’re going to destroy the wall!”

“The wall is fine,” Sherlock growled.

“You’re behaving like a petulant two-year-old. You don’t have a case, so you vandalize things? That isn’t ok.”

Sherlock was about to retort, when he finally caught sight of your brothers behind you.

“Ah, Sam and Dean have come to visit.”

Sam and Dean shared a look, and you sighed.

“Sherlock, please don’t.”

“Tell Dean he can relax, the various weapons he’s itching to reach for will undoubtedly bring unwanted attention upon him.”

You glanced at Dean, and sure enough you saw his hand twitching at his side, right next to where you knew a blade was hidden.

“Dean, chill. I told you he’s not dangerous.”

“You think so?” Sherlock looked offended.

“How’d you-“

“Don’t,” you cut off Dean’s question. “Don’t ask, it just encourages him.”

“What’s going on in here?” You turned, a relieved sigh escaping you when you saw John enter the apartment. If anyone could diffuse this awkward situation between your sociopath neighbor and your overprotective brothers, it was John.

“This psychopath is shooting up the apartment,” Dean grumbled.

“High functioning sociopath,” Sherlock retorted.

“And…who are you?” John glanced back and forth between the two intimidatingly tall men in his living room, before he finally spotted you between them. “Ah, Y/N. Wait, are these…” he took another look at the boys, and you smiled.

“Yeah, this is Sam and Dean.”

“Great to meet you,” John stepped forward and shook hands with both of your brothers, who seemed hesitantly pleased at having a normal person in this conversation.

“You seem to know us,” Sam began. “But…who are you?”

“John Watson, and yeah your sister talks about you all the time. Being neighbors, we’ve gotten to know her quiet well,” John smiled at the newcomers, and they finally began to relax—slightly.

“And that guy?” Dean gestured at Sherlock.

“Ah, yes. He lives here too, he’s…different.” John seemed to piece together the last few minutes as he laid eyes on the wall. “Sherlock, the wall, again?”

“It was bothering me,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry about him,” John sighed, turning his attention once again to the brothers.

“We’re just worried about her,” you cringed at Dean’s words, and John cut in reassuringly.

“He wouldn’t hurt a fly, he’s just a big baby.”

“Yeah I told him that, it just takes a while to sink in,” you glared at Dean when he shoved your shoulder.

“John, the case,” Sherlock suddenly bolted up, and John stared at him.

“How-“

“You’re still out of breath, you rushed up the stairs, and you have the newspaper gripped much too tightly in your hand. Something’s there, something important.”

“It’s…strange,” John admitted, and you didn’t miss the way that Dean straightened.

As John laid the paper out and Sherlock poured over it, Dean and Sam slowly came up behind him, intent on the strange and grisly crime that had just occurred. You felt a smile creep up on your face.

Maybe your crazy new friends and your strange family would get along after all.

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himeryu · 10 months

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– Love Rivalry: 45-2. illicit affairs

kaveh x reader (last of flashback)

It would be an understatement to say Alhaitham thought about it. He wanted to know; he wanted to face the truth. Therefore, he studied it and thought of every possible answer to his questions. He's a thorough man. Alhaitham predicted that you might've overheard his conversation with Albedo.

Alhaitham hoped you didn't, though. It is because the resulting casualty would endanger his entire relationship with you.

The possibility of you finding out that side of him makes him sick. If it was true, you're pushing him away because of him. You have every right to be angry, but why does he feel ill? Alhaitham doesn't get sick often due to his healthy lifestyle; however, there is a difference between mental and physical health. Even if they have a good diet and exercise, the environment around them could detriment their mental health.

He was always praised for his smarts, but Alhaitham is currently stuck in a predicament. Alhaitham, a genius, was confused. He does not know, but he wishes he does. That was when a thought entered Alhaitham's consciousness, something that he believed he shouldn't feel. To Alhaitham, emotions are a luxury that he can not afford. He is a man of practicality, and emotions would only become an obstacle to his future career. So, he lacks a basic understanding of human emotions. He knows it in theory-- of course-- but he was too busy to practice it.

I mean, before university, all he had was Kaveh. Other than him, he was a loner. But then, you barged into his life. He hates it, hates whatever it is. Calling it a weakness that should be eradicated. Alhaitham needs to end this.

He needs to cut off contact with you.

At first, he thought you were annoying. Alhaitham hated how you actively competed with him at every academic task. It was not the first time someone declared rivalry with Alhaitham. Ever since middle school, Alhaitham met numerous "rivals," but he never considered them as one. It is because no matter how hard they'd try, Alhaitham would be victorious.

He believed the same when he first met you. Alhaitham thought you'd back down after he bested you. However, he was wrong.

For the first time, Alhaitham lost.

He hated it-- considering it an anomaly, an error in his win rate.

So, for the first time, Alhaitham gained a rival.

It started from getting the highest marks or winning an award to playful banters. You didn't like him, and he didn't like you. Everyone in your department knows of your rivalry with Alhaitham. Heck, they think it's entertaining like they're watching a drama. Alhaitham thought his relationship with you wouldn't progress any further. He was content with his academic rivalry with you.

However, your professor partnered you with Alhaitham, much to your complaints. Alhaitham paid no mind; he wanted to end it all and return as usual.

But suddenly, you changed. You approached Alhaitham differently, putting away your pride in the project. Alhaitham was caught off guard like he was caught up in a tsunami. Then, his mundane cycle of waking up, eating, studying, and sleeping broke because of the powerful waves of new perspectives. It was like you aggressively broke the wall between you two.

You barged into his life at a different pace-- a pace that made him fall in love.

His feelings are a weakness. However, Alhaitham knows you. You would rather die than be someone's "weakness."

Nonetheless, the possibility of you overhearing his conversation with Albedo eats him. He messed up, and he knows. Alaitham needs to apologize-- no, he has to. Much to others' surprise, Alhaitham is immature. Because of his immaturity, he hurt you. He wants to mature and to do so, he needs to talk to you.

Finally, Alhaitham found the answer to his questions.

The reason why he was weird was because he fell for you.

Alhaitham likes you.

----

"I really thought we could be friends, you know?" You bitterly say, tears welling up in your eyes like the making of a storm. Alhaitham's eyes widen. You angrily wipe the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, refusing to cry in front of him.

You bitterly continue, your breath hitches after every word you utter, "Am I wrong to think this way?"

Alhaitham presses his lips as he looks at you in anguish, almost as if his heart was torn to shreds-- the heartache in his eyes is unnoticed by you due to your tears. The numbing feeling in his heart and your mental outburst render him helpless.

Alhaitham likes you but believes you don't feel the same way.

You showed him colors he knows he won't see with anyone else, but he taught you emotions you never thought you'd feel. Alhaitham knows deep down you're a kind soul. Therefore, if he explained his feelings, you'd forgive him. Though it would take time, you'd still forgive him.

Alhaitham doesn't deserve you. He already hurt you once, how can he be so sure he wouldn't hurt you again? Alhaitham is terrified.

He needs to change before he can have you. However, people can't change immediately. Change takes time, and-- right now-- Alhaitham doesn't have the luxury of such.

Alhaitham knows his flaws: he's stubborn, selfish, and immature. You don't deserve someone with such flaws. You deserve someone who could easily express their feelings, someone who could make you laugh.

You are better off without him.

"That's right," Alhaitham says. "Everything you heard that day is true."

Therefore, Alhaitham makes his resolve. He needs to ruin any remaining chances he has to reconcile with you. It would hurt, but you're strong. He'll lose you, but it's okay.

You never saw him the way he sees you.

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Scara ran all his might to Cyno's cafe. He should've known, but he didn't. He knew something was happening, but he kept his distance. Instead, he waited for you to reach out to look for him. Scara, the closest person to you, regrets that he didn't ask. Following the directions Childe gave him through chat, he ran to the cafe, praying to God that he would arrive on time.

However, Scara was too late. He barged into the cafe, panting. His eyes widen as his gaze falls onto your defeated figure. Your formerly shimmering eyes are devoid of emotions, and your cheeks are stained with tears.

"Shit."

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Read if youre confused about Alhaitham's resolve: At first, he wanted to confess his feelings, however, you said "I thought we could be friends?" Because of this, he believes you never saw him anything other than a potential friend. He was heartbroken. Furthermore, seeing you break down and being the reason why youre breaking down hurts him so bad. How dare he try to confess his feelings when he is the reason why you're suffering? You made him fall in love with you, but he made you hate yourself. That is why Alhaitham decided that he does not deserve you, so he needs to ruin all chances he has to be with you. It's like his personal punishment for himself. You are his first love but because he hurt you, he could never become yours.

SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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silverskye13 · 2 years

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3... 2... 1...

"Oh... Gosh."

It felt like the world had opened up beneath his feet. Like he'd stepped off the side of a cliff without feather falling boots. His body dropped faster than his soul and then pulled taught on gravity, and he'd been left breathless, dangling, tethered by the depths of his soulmate. It was like he could've died right there if some lifeline wasn't holding him, and his feet kicked over an endless void, centimeters from demise. This was incredibly unsettling, especially given Joel was standing still on solid ground the whole time he felt it.

It was strange, is what it was. Joel had worried it was Jimmy, because Jimmy is cursed as all heck, what with his canary thing, and while Joel had never been cursed before (nor had he ever particularly believed in curses) this certainly felt like what a curse should feel like, or what he thought a curse would feel like if they were real. Then it'd faded, and Joel did what he did best: he shrugged off the unsettling-ness of sharing a server with a bunch of unsettling people and got to work.

Then he'd met Etho, and really it'd confused him more. Etho was just so... Etho. Like, he was cautious, and quiet, and the only person the man seemed comfortable ribbing was BDubs. And like, Joel got it right? He wasn't too keen on talking to strangers either, and everyone on this dang server was pretty strange. But if Lizzie ever dropped him off at a party, at least Joel could hold a bloomin conversation. Mostly Etho loomed, and shot a handful of clipped remarks at people, and then loomed some more. Etho was funny, and he had his own kind of charisma, but he was better at stabbing conversation than carrying it.

Oh, and people were scared of him. That was a thing too. Which Joel figured was a symptom of the quiet, right? Anyone whose emotions are muffled behind a mask, whose only clue into their thoughts was in the easily obscured upturns in their voice, and who was prone to reserving those glimpses for the rarest occasions - well, they would have to be unsettling. But Joel wouldn't call it scary. Joel was scary. He was proficient and chaotic, and unpredictable. That's what's scary on a death server! Really Etho's proclivity to sinking into himself should be a sign of fear or weakness. And when he'd gone down into the Deep Dark? He'd been shaking like a leaf when he returned, and while Joel hadn't been there, Impulse had described for him the inglorious scene of Etho scrambling in the dark to escape the Warden. And like, Joel couldn't really judge that. Their lives were precious and few. But still. Etho wasn't scary, alright? He was just tall and vaguely mysterious, and people let that carry on way farther than they should.

Anyway, point being, that falling out of his own soul into the void of another's feeling Joel had felt when they'd linked? That deeply cursed, I've been joined to the belly of the universe feeling? Yeah, it didn't make sense for 'ol Etho. Etho was more of a... Eh... Something less interesting than that. He was more of a frayed friendship bracelet kind of person. Their soul bond should feel like tugging on the vein in Joel's right wrist - uncomfortable and constant, and deadly if severed. It should not feel like Joel had almost been eaten by the void or something. That's the point here.

Then he and Etho had gone down into the Deep Dark together.

There's just something about the Deep Dark, isn't there? There are places in the world that are old. There are places that are dangerous. You can walk through a portal and be in hell. Or a fortress. Or a bastion. And woodland mansions? Those labyrinths of houses? They have no right to be as scary as they can be. Some things are just old and dangerous. Old and dangerous enough you get used to old and dangerous a bit. It becomes... Not really mundane, because mundane happens every day. It becomes every second Tuesday familiar, unremarkably abnormal.

The Deep Dark is breathtaking. But not in like, the filled with auspicious wonder kind of way. It's like if a place could wring your bloomin neck. It puts cold hands on you, hands on hands on hands, even. The skulk reaches and it clings, and it feels like water in the way it leaves you damp. Like, skulk isn't clammy or anything. It just... Leaves behind. But in a deep way. It's not like dirt or sand that leaves behind and you brush it off your shoulders. It sinks into you like teeth and it clings. It crawls like... Oh... You know... Like crawly-things on your skin. You see movement on your shoulder, you feel tiny feet on your arm, and you look down and it's just skulk, still and unremarkable but somehow there when it wasn't moments ago. It's so terribly alive in a way that moss and grass are not. Alive, and deeply, deeply inhuman. Which makes sense right? It's not human. But neither are moss, or mushrooms, or trees, and they don't feel as inhuman as skulk does. It's like some things are made in a world Joel recognizes, and then some things are made because it made itself in an image only it can fathom. Like if gods existed, skulk would... Maybe not be a god. But it would be the breath of one, if the dark could breathe, and listen.

Etho leads him through it like a shepherd. A shaky, breath-held, paranoid shepherd, that would leave him behind the minute things went wrong. Okay, maybe not like a shepherd. Etho leads him through it like someone who's only scared for Joel's safety because they're linked by bonds neither of them can break, which means they have to keep each other safe despite their own personal fears. Etho leads him down to the enchanting table like it's an obligation, and really, Joel doesn't mind that. Of course, there's no enchanting table there, and that's gutting, because they risked their necks coming down here for nothing.

"Looks like somebody snagged it." Etho says, and there's a rueful smile on the edge of his voice. "It might've been Scar."

Etho looks up when he says the name Scar. He looks up, and it feels like every deep place in the world looks up with him. It's a very hard thing to describe. Etho looks up at the deepslate ceiling high above them, in a random direction that Joel can only assume is where Scar is standing, and every rock and stone and shadow cranes it's neck to look with him. It's that same breathless feeling Joel has gotten when the Warden listens, like anything that could make noise stops to crouch and and hold its breath and pretend it never existed. Except the world isn't listening. It's watching. Searching for Scar with Etho. Even the hair on Joel's arms sticks up, like it's being pulled along with the massive intent of the stare upwards. His heart lurches in his chest like it's trapped and trying to obey some call to leap out of his throat. The depths of the world get a little shallower, pulled up towards their feet. It is by far the strangest thing Joel has ever felt.

"Right... Bloody Scar with his enchantment tables," Joel stammers in a whisper, and Etho stops looking at the ceiling and instead turns to look at Joel. Joel expects it to be the red eye. Like really, as far as weird things go, that makes the most sense, doesn't it? That it'd be the eye that's an unnatural color. It's not. They make eye contact, and Joel feels like he's being pulled into the dark of Etho's right pupil, the eye so brown it's almost black. Or that's what Joel thought it was until just now. Now he thinks it's a glimpse, a bit of the cliché window-to-the-soul-y glimpse. He's glimpsing Etho. He's glimpsing a black so deep and dark it makes eternity shallow. He's glimpsing the other end of his soul, tethered to something so distant and massive all Joel can do is hang by the tether of their being soulmates over the gap. He is glimpsing something deeply, deeply inhuman, something that is offering forth the barest piece of itself, curious of the reaction. It's a bit like a crow that sits on a park bench and surprises you when it says hello, and you look around all over the place for the voice, because it should be human, but it isn't.

Then the glimpse is gone, not because Etho blinks, or closes off that bit of himself that's leaking into the world around him. Joel acclimates to it with starling rapidity, like jumping headfirst into frigid water, and finding the breeze uncomfortable once you've broken the surface. For just a second, Joel gets it. He gets why people tiptoe around Etho the way that they do. For a second, Etho is scary, not because of the glimpse, but because of how normal he is afterwards. Normal enough that Joel could almost, almost convince himself it'd all been in his head, and it was just the heebie-jeebies from the Deep Dark. Except Etho moves, making his way towards the overworld again, and he moves with the imperceptible slowness of someone trying not to be scary. Like Etho recognizes Joel as a startled rabbit, and he's trying to convince it not to run.

So Joel finishes his sentence with a nervous laugh. "The man's obsessed. This is starting to become a problem."

Don't worry, I'm not scared. See? Our conversation hasn't even stopped.

The edges of Etho's eyes crinkle in an incredibly human smile. Joel watches his red eye and his red eye only.

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karmic-toast · 1 year

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★Conquering the Conqueror☆

I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE-

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REMINDER: Lumi is not Lumine. She is Y/n's alternate universe version.

Warnings: none

“You know, you kind of remind me of something.” Aether places a finger on his bottom lip.

“Dummy! Paimon knows they both look like the statues in Mondstadt!” the fairy yells at the boy. She smiles proudly and crosses her arms.

You and Lumi fall silent at that. She blinks twice, a clear symbol for, 'Should we tell him?' The moment you blinked back at her, the decision was made.

“So, Aether. You travel around different worlds right?” Lumi starts off casually.

He nods warily, having no recollection of telling her such things.

“Well then, you gotta have heard of different dimensions.”

Aether looks at you with a questioning arch of his brow. Nodding in support of your doppelganger friend, he brings his attention back to Lumi.

“I’m aware of the dimensions, although I have yet to travel between them. For now, I only travel from star to star.”

“Well, when I woke up in this world- the both of us” Lumi gestures her hands toward you. “We were called imposters and chased out. That’s when we realized that there was someone else that’s similar to us.”

Aether's eyes slightly widen but he beckons for Lumi to continue.

“So in our world, we're called Y/n, but it seems like our world has different dimensions. And the three of us were sent here…. do you get it?”

Aether nods while Paimon aggressively shakes her head.

“Wait, so you're telling Paimon that both you, and another person were sent here from a different world, from different dimensions? And everyone here thinks that you both are fakes?”

You suppress a smile as Lumi’s right eye twitches. She had repeated everything Lumi had said, as if the way Lumi had said it was as comprehensible as trying to understand a foreign language. In-game Paimon had a knack for repeating everything that was going on. You guess it wasn’t different for the Paimon here either.

“Yes. Thank you for summarizing my words.” Lumi commented dryly.

“No problem!” Paimon smiles, completely ignoring the passive aggressiveness of her words.

“So, the problem is that we are very similar to the god that’s worshiped here. Heck, we even might be the god. But the other Y/n got here first, and now everyone worships her.” you add.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aether questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well, she ordered for us to be killed off.” you say, crossing your arms. “Very rude of her I’d say.”

“K-killed?!” Paimon exclaimed, in her high-pitched voice.

“How come we hadn’t heard of this?” Aether complains.

“Maybe because Mondstadt was too busy with the storm terror issue,” Paimon concludes.

“Heh, I’m glad you weren't aware. If you did, our meeting would have turned out a lot differently,” Lumi mutters.

“Why does she want to kill you? Can’t you all work it out?” the male inquires.

“It could either be that she doesn’t have gold blood, so she wants to get rid of us, or she just doesn’t want the competition.”

"Gold blood signifies being a god or whatever." Lumi whispers to Paimon, who seemed to have lost track of the conversation.

“Wait a minute! Didn’t Dvalin say that the whole of Teyvat was oblivious to the obvious? Could he have meant that…?” Paimon squeaks.

“Could be, Dvalin said something about teaching somebody a lesson before he left,” you tell them.

Aether gasps. “Well, this means you could convince Venti! He seemed really worried before I left Mondstadt.”

“I don’t want to go back to the city of freedom for now. Let’s just focus on Liyue.” you say glumly, recalling your hostile welcome to the place.

The four of you continue your adventure in silence, each person having burning questions in their head.

....

You soon arrive near Wangshu Inn, trying to figure out how to attract the conjurer of demons.

“We have to make almond tofu first,” you comment as you eye Paimon yelling out Xiao’s name.

“You know how to make it?” Paimon smiles.

“Yes, we just need almonds and milk. And this isn’t for you, Paimon.”

“Awww… Maybe you could make a tiny portion for me on the side?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? How about-” Paimon’s eyes widen. “Y/n, behind you!!!!”

You feel Aether pull you back as he pulls out his sword.

“You dare copy the face of the divine one?”

You didn’t need to even turn around to know who was there.

The conqueror of demons had arrived.

“Can we talk this out?” Lumi asks the Adeptus.

The jade spear glinted dangerously as he raised it, clearly aiming at her head.

”Please we can explain ourselves! She has proof!” Lumi points at you.

Xiao runs his caramel eyes over you. You can literally feel the amount of disdain he sends your way with his icy glare.

“Okay then, show me,” he says, lowering his spear.

Lumi raises her eyebrows in shock, she hadn’t expected him to be convinced so easily.

You eye your finger, the one Albedo had pricked just a few days ago. It had a golden scab forming on it. You really didn’t want to mess with it. You halfheartedly raise your wounded hand, showing off the thin cut.

He scoffs. “That is your proof? I don’t believe it.”

Annoyed with your obvious and last choice, you quickly pick at the scab reopening it, and erasing the effort your finger went through to repair its skin.

The golden liquid which you called blood faithfully seeps out.

“Eeek! You actually have-!” Paimon squeals. Aether gasps and takes a step back.

You and Lumi keep your eyes on the Adeptus.

He was silent, for a moment, before he whispered, “I knew it.”

“You knew what?” you question.

“That the one I had once called my god was a fake. She had been so mad the first-”

“You what…?” Lumi asks.

“I knew she was a fake,” he repeats. “When I first met her, the first thing she told me was to leave and never come back. She said something about me 'ruining her pity'. I know that the real creator would never say such things.” he crosses his arms attempting to mask his hurt from the imposter's words.

The ‘creator’ was really digging her own grave.

Lumi continues to question Xiao, but Aether drags you away.

“All right. What else have you been hiding from us?” he demandingly inquires, then he pulls out a slim bandage from his bag.

You smile. “I can run really fast. And it takes longer for me to get tired. Hillichurls and slimes don’t bother me, and rain doesn’t-”

“Hillichurls and slimes don’t bother you?!” Paimon floats around in excitement. “Can you get some of the meat they roast on those campfires? Paimon really wants to try tasting them.”

“I guess.”

“Paimon, you realize the meat they cook might be flavorless. They don’t have salt or herbs.” Aether points out as he tends to your wounded finger. He earns a glare from the mini-floating thing.

“Meat is meat.” She states.

“Thank you,” you tell the traveler, and he responds by blushing slightly and looking away.

You feel Lumi tap your shoulder.

“Guess what?! No, let me tell you. I just got Xiao to join our side!!” She squeaks.

“Let me be clear, I serve her grace, and her grace only. I have yet to see your proof,” Xiao sneaks up behind you guys, earning another squeak from Lumi, only a more terrified one.

“Hmph, believe what you want to believe,” She mutters, rolling her eyes.

“So Lumi, whose next?” you ask the h/c haired girl.

“Xiangling.” Lumi quickly says.

You narrow your eyes. “You just want to have a taste of her food, don’t you? You’re no better than Paimon,” you accuse her. “...But, I’d be lying if I said that was a bad idea.”

“Well then, let’s go!” Lumi declares, with Paimon and Aether cheering along.

“Are you three dumb or stupid? We can’t let her grace walk into the public like this.” Xiao hisses.

The trio looks down in shame.

The Adeptus sighs. “Luckily I brought a cape. And I also got one for you as well,” he tells Lumi.

“When?” you ask. You hadn’t noticed him leave at all.

“I can teleport, your grace,”

“Oh, that’s right,” you recall.

Xiao lays out the two black capes on the grassy field before them.

“Eww. No way am I going to put on that dusty piece of cloth.” Lumi complains.

“Then don’t.”

To be fair, the capes were severely worn down. There were holes and gaps in places that were not there when it was first worn. You could even see a hint of scarlet standing out on the dark fabric.

“I’ll wear it,” you say. It wasn’t that horrible, and what other option did you have?

“But what will you wear?” you ask your twin, choosing to ignore the way Xiao’s face slightly lit up when you chose to wear his cape.

“I doubt if this will help, but I grabbed this straw hat from some treasure hoarder back during my travels. It’s pretty big, so I think it will cover your face.” Aether suggests, rummaging through a bag, which you now guessed was his inventory. How else could he fit a hat in there? You gave yourself a mental note to ask him how he got that bag.

“Aha!” he exclaims, as he brought the yellow hat out.

“Thanks!” Lumi takes the hat and places it on top of her head. The fit was perfect- perfect as in it was big enough to cover her face completely. “The straw keeps on stabbing my forehead. And it smells of treasure hoarder sweat. But I’ll survive.” she comments.

“Geez, you’re pickier than Paimon,” Aether grumbles under his breath.

“Hey, I heard that!” The girl and the fairy yelled out.

In the end, the group decided to split up. One group was going to seek help from Xiangling, and the other was going to find Chongyun.

You ended up going with Xiao, since he refused to leave your side, and Lumi went with Aether and Paimon. You were kind of thankful to be able to travel with Xiao. Not only was he extremely attractive, but he could also teleport.

Speaking of teleporting, the only way you could describe it was as weird. You couldn’t see anything during the process, due to the light blinding your eyes, but, what felt weird was how your surroundings changed in a blink of an eye. The temperature changed slightly, the lighting changed, and even the elevation changed. All of it was enough to make you wobble and grab onto Xiao, feeling very disoriented, and he gratefully gave you his shoulder for support.

“Welcome to the Wangmin Restaurant, Adeptus Xiao!” A cheerful voice greeted. “Oh, and you also brought a friend!”

You eye your surroundings, and thankfully the restaurant was empty.

“I’d like to take your orders, but I have to take these dishes away first.”

You feel your cape gets tugged on, and you grab onto it tightly around your head in response.

“Guoba, get off the customer.” Xiangling scolds, but she couldn’t do anything at the moment. She was still holding the used platter. “I’m sorry about my friend, he usually acts calm. I guess he's taken a liking towards you.”

You try to get the mini god off of you, but it was no use. The stubborn panda(?) was hugging onto your hood like if he were to let go, he would perish or something.

The creature let out some sort of sound. And for some reason you knew what he said.

“Welcome back, your grace.”

Your grip on your cape loosened as your mouth gaped in shock.

Had... Guoba just spoken?

So the reason for me being gone for a long time was because I had a test. Then I kinda lost motivation for writing. And then, I may have forgotten the existence of this account....

I am very very sorry.

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I am planning on continuing this storyline, and please bear with me while I write this story... It's been a long time and I forgot most of it😢

#genshin impact #xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiangling #aether #lumi #genshin sagau #sagau headcanons #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #sagau #sagau xiao #paimon #self aware genshin #genshin self aware au #genshin guoba

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xecutivecucumber · 1 month

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Executive Cucumber's thoughts on the Bad Batch episode 3×08 (spoilers after the cut)

Forgive me if these thoughts are less coherent than usually, I'm pretty freaking tired atm. Thoughts are as much in order as I can manage.

Firstly, this episode was a much needed, lower emotionally charged break from the last...seven episodes of the season. The thing about stories is that they can't be running at warp 9 the entire time. It will burn your audience out. Heck, I'm at a lower energy, transitiatory part of my long fic. So yeah, this episode didn't cause the emotional damage and stress that the last 7 did, but that's a good thing.

Omega has the neurodivergent ✨️leg jiggle✨️

Poor dear needs a hug and for someone to free the Tantiss clones.

PHEE MY QUEEN

Crosshair's face when Omega says 'liberator of ancient wonders' I love him.

Okay, I know that a lot of people are upset about Phee not being more emotional about Tech. I've got a few thoughts on that. My expectations going into the scene with her was that she wasn't going to be mentioning Tech. So when she did, I was really happy. She doesn't need to bring him up in the conversation, but she does.

So let's dive a little deeper into this. There are only two people who have brought up Tech without any prompting so far: Echo and Phee. Omega only mentions him when it's a direct answer to Crosshair's question. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker have not mentioned him once by name. Now, I think this is because Echo and Phee have both known loss and know better how to handle it. The rest of the Batch hasn't, before Tech. We have watched practically all of Echo's loss, but not Phee's. However, we know that Pabu is a place for refugees, which Phee likely is. She's lost at least a home, if not family and friends. Add on top of that Phee is just in general a world wide person, and I think we can assume that she's someone who's got a more healthy way of processing grief than our emotionally stunted soldiers.

Something that you do with people that you've loved and lost is remember them. That's what I see Phee doing here. She's managed to process her grief in the last 4 months, and she's keeping the memory of someone she cared about alive by mentioning him in conversation.

So yeah. I liked that scene and it warmed my Tech/Phee loving heart.

Anyways,

Oooooh Fennec!!!

I love Crosshair not knowing anything but it also makes me sad.

Hunter: try to get Crosshair to get his hand looked at

Omega: what do you mean 'try'

Thoughts on Crosshair and Omega scenes:

What did my poor boy go through????

Poor man is probably resisting the idea that it's in his head because he already HAD a thing in his head that ruined his life

Omega: you don't like anything

Crosshair: true

Your honor I would die for them. Also I find his 'true' to be a little sad (and adorable)

OMG THEY'RE MEDITATING (and they have somehow stolen YET ANOTHER thing from my fic, this time before I've even gotten past the concept stage)

Omega: you missed a lot

Crosshair: I know

He's thinking of Tech in that moment.

Oh my gosh her hand on his and how he lets her move his hand THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME.

The Bad Batch says take care of your mental

Thoughts about Space Everglades:

I really loved Wrecker this episode. He really got to shine. He has the most banter with Fennec, he gets to do his demo thing, he freaking curb stomps space alligators, and he's the MVP in getting the bug man. It was really nice. Also, 'YOU HEARD ME!!!!' Let Wrecker go feral.

Bro, I really liked the bar music. I like seeing more of the music that plays in universe.

Wrecker and Hunter are definitely having flashbacks to Cid this entire episode. Except Fennec gives them more intel.

Fennec is a delight as always.

My prediction to who she's selling them out to? Ventress. And I don't think Ventress' intentions are bad.

So yeah, a solid episode! I'm honestly probably going to leave a lot of the star wars subreddits just to avoid everyone and their dog complaining about filler. Which this was NOT.

And as the next episode is called the Harbinger, I feel like this might be one of our last breaths before the plunge and everything goes sideways.

Oh, and in case you forgot. Tech lives ❤️

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So I'll just tell myself all of the things I can't say to you yet (Fic)

Second Chapter here!

Pairing: Ghostflower (Miles x Gwen.)

Chapter: 3/4.

Summary: Miles reflects on something his friends say, and as he hides in Gwen's room he can't help but wonder, could Gwen actually feel the same?

Maybe he could find the answer in the way he least expected.

Miles didn't have time to say anything before the door was thrown in his face; at least he could understand some of the panic she had.

He didn't think Captain Stacy disliked him that much, he did ask a few...interesting questions the handful of times they had seen each other, but he guesses Gwen has a point. Heck, he is a dude and his parents were harsh on Gwen so he doesn't want to imagine what would happen if the man actually thought he was trying to do some funny business.

As he felt his ears go red with the idea, the conversation he had with his friends a couple of days ago popped back into his mind.

"You need to do something about that," Hobie mindlessly said sitting on his couch, as he try to tune out the hellish device Margo has brought with her. Apparently, it was the modern equivalent in her world to an electric guitar, and they were trying to see if Hobie being from the seventies could figure it out.

Miles liked everyone in the group, and while he had his reservations about the organization, the 'spidey-gang' (As it has become the unofficial name for them,) had become some sort of found family. Regardless of what could have happened in the past, both the friends he did when they crashed in his dimensions and the ones he made while traveling through them for the first time had proven to him to be worth sticking around for.

Of course, there were people he gravitated more heavily towards, mostly the ones his age (he loved Peter B and the rest, but if he needed to hear one more 'in my day-') Of those, Hobie and Margo were kind of his best friends, the ones he gravitates towards the most.

Well, except for Gwen, but she has always been kind of an exception, despite how hard he had tried to work against it.

"Do something about what?" He asked clueless, or was clueless as he could pretend to be. He knew exactly what he meant when Hobie suggested a song to play and Miles decided to comment on how Gwen liked that song.

"Seriously?" Margo gave him a look from her position, hovering over Hobie. The plan was for him to figure it out, but Margo was watching out in case that while trying to find how this thing worked he would end up blowing them up.

They were hanging out in Hobie's universe, which was the usual. Margo would hang anywhere that wasn't her actual dimension, and while Miles from time to time will bring his friends, it definitely is NOT when they were trying a futuristic device that looked more like a torture machine than an instrument; how Hobie found a way to tune it was beyond him.

Hobie's home was actually in an abandoned boat canal, in a hole-on-the-wall kind of way. Miles thought it was crazy cool, despite the constant state of disarray that didn't even have to do with the fact that things changed colors as Hobie did; it took a while to get used to but it was still great.

Hobie's place was basically this basement of sorts that seemed to have been some type of warehouse a long time ago; the room had thick walls, no windows whatsoever (which Hobie said was a plus when you are running from the authorities,) and everything was basically in one place. They were in the "living room" which consisted of a beat-up couch, a coffee table made up of a cinderblock and half a wood plank, with a bunch of homemade bean bags for anyone who wanted something else (Which has been his seating of choice as it gave him a better angle to sketch Hobie.)

A few meters away there was the kitchen, and not so far was Hobie's bed, with curtains hanging from the ceiling as a way to have some sort of privacy. The only place that actually led to another room was the bathroom, that for being made by outlaws with no plumbing degree, worked a lot better than some places he has seen in his New York. The place was also covered in posters and graffiti, including some done by Miles himself; if he was honest he was kind of jealous knowing he would probably never have the chance to do something like this even if he gets to own a place.

As his friends glared at him, Miles went back to his sketchbook and pretend everything was fine; that has been all his strategy really.

Every time he thought he was looking too much at her, that he was hanging around her too much, or similar, he would make sure to walk away, look somewhere else, something; it was about time that he did.

After the disastrous events that were his first time in the Spider Society, he took some time to himself. Not too long, and not really isolating either; just some time with his universe with his people trying to take in all that happened; as well as adjusting to his parents knowing the secret and all the things that came with it. It wasn't an easy process but it was worth it.

During that time he had reflected about being Spiderman, about all the people he had met and the mistakes he had made trying to be more like them instead of himself. He has thought of Peter B, who he adored as a mentor, yet also stuck in his ways to see what's in front of him at times. He thought of Gwen.

He loved her, it would be stupid of him to try to act as if that wasn't the case. Miles also put her on a pedestal though, as this badass girl who could make no mistake and could kick his ass any day of the week; she could be great, amazing, and beautiful, but she was still human; and perhaps part of his heartbreak about her mistake was about him realizing that.

It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt to think of it, regardless, he couldn't really fault her for what she did. Gwen didn't have anywhere to go, and even if she did it late, she also stand up for him, she was the one to get everyone to save him; even when he was bitter about what has happened he couldn't deny that he understood how much he mattered to Gwen.

As a friend.

That was the conclusion he got after everything was said at done, once the dust settled and he was able to talk again with the friends who turn their back on him before. He couldn't continue chasing after Gwen like a dream as he did in the past year and a half; he has been lucky she liked him enough to not be creeped out by the amount of drawings he had in his sketchbook.

He was also trying very hard not to fill it with her.

That was the problem, he needed to move on; she had told him before that things don't tend to work with Gwen Stacy and Spiderman, and if she hasn't mentioned something else then he was going to take the hint.

The last thing he needed was to lose her because he was looking at her like a little boy crushing on the cool girl on the block.

Realizing that pretending to be busy with his sketchbook wasn't going to stop them from staring, they looked at them and barked "What?"

"Are you seriously telling me you aren't going to make a move on Gwen?"

"What move is there to make?" He shrugged, not even bothering to deny his feelings in the matter, he trusted them; besides, there wasn't much of a point wasn't it? "We are friends, friends is great! And is what Gwen wants anyways."

"Gwen wants that?" Margo replied incredulously, looking back at Hobie like she needed to make sure her avatar wasn't suddenly messing up the signal or something

Miles wasn't sure what was about, but Hobie moved away from the device to put his feet on the ground and said "Okay, that's a bunch of Porky, there is no way my drummer actually said that"

Trying to make a mental list of all the cockney slang he has learned from him, he luckily quickly realized he was calling Miles a liar and not talking about their pig friend; perhaps he should tell Hobie to keep that one to himself in case Ham ever got a problem with that.

"She did!" He defended himself, letting the sketchbook on the ground, stopping to pretend he could actually concentrate on it; "She told me the first day she saw me again."

"The first day, as the day you met when she needed to watch on The Spot?"

"Yes? What would that have anything to do with this? Spot or not she isn't interested."

Margo and Hobie stared at him, intensely, in fact they slowly blinked at him, before Margo turned at Hobie once more. "He deadass doesn't know?"

"Apparently," Hobie muttered while he stretched his legs, "All this time I just assumed he was still processing what happened, not well, that."

"The heck are you two talking about?"

"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo drops out of nowhere, her form disappearing from the top of the couch to be in front of it, closer to Miles.

"What!? Wait, really? How- There is no way." He mutters, unsure of what to say or ask first. It wasn't possible, right? No after all this time.

His incredulity only seemed to add more fuel to Margo's distress, turning to Hobie again "Come on Hobs, back me up here."

He seemed to think about it, opening his mouth, before his colors chanted to a blue-grey hue, shrugging, and taking back the instrument, putting it on his lap.

"Hobie!"

"Sorry luv, I would love to help but I still have my loyalties, and I can only say so much before I lose my drummer."

"Oh please, now you are making me sound like she isn't my friend too!" She complained as she went to the couch, sitting on the arm of it even if she didn't need to sit anywhere, crossing her arms; "It doesn't count when is not a secret, and there is no way this has ever been one; I am pretty sure even Miguel knows."

Miles didn't want to imagine what exactly Miguel would know about his love life, or lack of it.

Shaking his head, Miles leans forwards leaving his arms against his legs for support "Okay, in case you are right-" Miles didn't want to admit, it because he knew if he got his hopes up just to fall face first he wouldn't recover easily; "What exactly makes you believe that?"

"The fact that when I met you I thought you guys were already a thing, for starters."

"Wait what!? Why?"

Arching an eyebrow like she really couldn't believe he was asking, she said "Miles, when I met you the first thing she said to you after talking to me was to move on; she then proceeded to lasso you to string you away. I was surprised to see Gwen was so protective of her boyfriend when then I learned you guys weren't even dating."

Opening his mouth, he leaves it hanging open for a second as he tries to remember. He has been so surprised about the different villains, the technology, and the possibility of being a part of that (ironic considering now he avoided the place like the black plague,) that he hasn't even processed Gwen's behavior at that moment.

"I mean, we were late to see Miguel, and considering what he does when he is aggro I can't blame her for not wanting to make things worse"

This is the part where Hobie goes back to looking at him straight in the eye at says "Mate, look at me."

"Am I doing so?" Miles pointed out, confused.

"Do you think I would give a flying fuck for what he wanted, even as the head of the organization?"

"No?"

"Then why do you think I told you to get going JUST before Gwen lassoed you away?" Hobie argues, just as skeptical as Margo was.

And to his answer, he has nothing, because honestly if it was for Hobie he would have probably taken Gwen and Miles to his home dimension and say bye to the Society before Miles had the chance to make a case for himself. And the only thing that would make him act against that would be being there for his friends, like his drummer.

"Thank you! Now that wasn't too hard wasn't it?"

"I haven't yet said anything, just pointing out things" He shrugged, going back to the artifact; he was currently testing the strings (or so Miles assumed those were strings by the way the holographic lines moved.)

"Okay, if Gwen is actually interested in me, why she hasn't asked me out? Is not like I had been subtle."

"You had actually come a long way since you were jealous of my very existence," Hobie praised him as he put a hand on his own chest, though Miles felt kind of insulted. Even if it was true.

"Yeah, you haven't been acting the same around her; and do I need to remind you she was one of those people you specifically asked to stay away for a while?" Margo pointed out, leaning towards Hobie to open a compartment on the instrument, check inside, and then close it back satisfied.

Should he be concerned that she is checking it as if she is making sure it doesn't start a fire?

"But wouldn't be easier egg her to do this?"

Margo barks a laugh, as she literally steadies herself for a moment before shaking her head and replying to him "Pfff, Miles, we love Gwen, you know I love that girl, but I think if you ask her between talking about her feelings and eating glass, she may eat the glass."

With his side leaning to the side, Hobie nodded "Hate to admit it, but she is right; she is so lip-tied the greatest John Hopper would probably still have a hard time getting something out of her even if she was strapped in the interrogation chair."

Luckily the dialogue gave him a clue or what that is, at least Hobie didn't call them pigs like in his universe.

Is not that he didn't want to believe it, shit it was probably the thing he wanted to hear the most for a good while. But he could bring himself to get his hopes up, he has done exactly that in the Williamsburg Tower and the heartache that followed wasn't pretty; he really didn't want to repeat the experience.

It sounded all too good to be true.

"I am still not sure-"

"Ugh!" Margo complained as she threw her head up, annoyed "Look, want your own answers? Ask her about that day when you see her again; ask her what was her mission was, that should do the trick."

"Really? How?"

"If you think for a hard second what was her mission and what she end up doing, it becomes very obvious what's going on; that's at least half the reason I am convinced this can't be considered a secret for that alone."

Miles felt just as clueless as before, however, that last part was something that would stay in his mind for a while.

Including today.

It was kind of silly, especially knowing it was nobody's fault really, yet he felt bad for putting Gwen in this position. He went to help her out today because they were friends and that's what they do for each other, and what happened? Oh yeah, he got his ass kicked, definitely got some new scars because not even super healing could fix all of this, and got her both worried, guilty, and trying to hide him from her dad.

"Yep, totally crushing this friendship thing."

The only consolation prize he had is that at least by doing so he distracted the villain long enough for them to find a way to trap the bad guy, and that Gwen hasn't been the one getting hurt. Ever since the incident with Pavitr's universe, he can't stop thinking that perhaps a tragedy was avoided just by having an extra spidey person around. Maybe is being a good person, or a bit of a simp, but he wasn't joking when he said he was happy to take the hit if it meant she wasn't the one suffering this.

Speaking of which-

"You aren't here a bit early?"

"Not really? Is still early so I haven't wanted to stress the team too much-"

Trying to ignore Gwen's conversation with her dad (he could easily hear with his super hearing, yet she deserved a bit of privacy.) He decided maybe it was better to check the damage; looking over his shoulder, Miles looked at the reflection on the window.

"Shoot, hope mami doesn't realize this happened before is fully healed," Miles thought to himself.

The window could only give him so much detail, and yet he could already tell this wasn't good. Sure, most of his bad had small cuts that were already closing and turning in fine lines. There were also bigger ones that Gwen had needed to close with self-dissolving stitches (specially designed to dissolver quicker for spider people, the Spider Society did have some perks.) Gwen did a good job, it was considerably more clean and would not get infected, but it still burned and hurt like hell.

Taking advantage of that he could see a bit of himself on the reflection of the glass, he tried to become invisible. Recalling his powers when he was in pain was sometimes a bit of a toss of a coin; depending on the damage and the situation, his invisibility powers could become faulty, and his electricity trick near impossible because it made the pain worse, if not stress the wound. When he didn't have the adrenaline to help him out, it became more like a coin toss when you are having a bad day and the coin falls on the drain.

Even if slower than usual, he did manage to become invisible, for the most part; his camouflaged tried to get to his back, yet the pain made it impossible for him to go all the way. And he also noticed, part of his suit wasn't becoming invisible.

"Great, I hit the range," He lamented to himself, looking at the destroyed top of his suit with annoyance.

He was able to camouflage himself and his clothes, which was an important distinction since he has seen enough media to know some people didn't have that luck. However, just like he couldn't make Doc Ock's PC invisible, at some point his camouflage randomly decides what it can or can't do, and now it is 'Not fully invisible until you are better, and maybe other clothes.'

Good thing he didn't have the chance to remind Gwen about it, he couldn't do it properly for a few seconds, if it needed to be for more than that they were toast. That, or something get's him scared enough to do it.

In this apartment, he wondered if there would be a way to start a portal without making something fly, or make obvious something is going on. Hobie's watch was amazing, yet not the most discrete when it was about dimension hopping; Miles would DEFINITELY need to be careful when he gets back home, and he wouldn't make sure to hide in Gwen's room if by trying to escape he announced his exit.

In other words, for being a very low-stakes situation for once in his life, he was just as trapped as if he was between the Spot and Miguel's talons.

Sighing, at least in this case he could just sit.

Making sure to not stain anything, Miles sits on the ground and looks around a bit since there wasn't anything else to do. He has been in Gwen's room before, never for too long though. He liked the vibe in it, the walls were a nice blue color that even if you could notice the color probably was more vibrant in the past, matched really well with the number of posters Gwen had around, including some from her former band with the Mary Janes, and the one she was currently in with Hobie.

There was a bunch of nicknacks around, some obvious gifts from some of their friends from other dimensions. He even spotted a few pictures of the group, a couple with Hobie and Peni extra scattered around, maybe from the time when the organization was still commanded by Miguel.

None of him and Gwen just the two of them together, "So much for being different."

As soon as he thought about it, he had the impulse to hit himself in the head. He couldn't continue being bitter, Hobie has even joked that he had come a long way from his jealousy! Miles didn't have the right to get upset, regardless if something was happening or not. At least it looked like she was slowly feeling more comfortable with other people; she deserved more than just him and the memory of Peter.

He couldn't just, help but want more.

Mindlessly, his right-hand goes to his back, the same place she has tenderly caressed early. She has been so soft and careful with him, there was something about her touch that made his skin feel sparks and have a billion butterflies in his stomach. For a moment he put his hand on top of hers, and at that moment he wanted nothing more but to properly grab her hand, and tell her that it didn't matter what happened, he would be ready to be there for her.

Good thing he remembered on time to tone it down, to stop himself from doing something more romantic. The fact that he would also protect his other friends wasn't a lie, just, not exactly what he has actually been thinking at that moment.

It was hard, it was a constant battle to remember to limit himself; initially, he has hoped it would eventually turn natural, and he would move on. It hasn't been the case yet.

He hasn't really noted anything of interest on Gwen's part, at most a tad of surprise of him saying that. Maybe Margo had a point of him being a tad more distant ever since they started talking again; though he felt it was better to overcorrect than risk it.

The idea still resonated in his mind, could Gwen really be into-

Suddenly the voices suddenly sound a lot closer, and he hears Captain Stacy say basically behind the door "-Weren't you saying your door has been squeaking a lot? Let me check."

"Dad!"

"Shit!" He thought alarmed as he heard the man get his hand on the doorknob; he couldn't risk being seen and he wasn't sure his invisibility would activate.

So without giving it a second thought, he moved quickly toward the closet, and silently close the door as fast as he was able to. Trying to quiet his own breathing, he kneels on the ground and tries to listen carefully this time around.

"What's going on?" Captain Stacy asks, his voice is louder this time; he definitely opened the door. Miles stops breathing.

Before he had time to panic and blow up his cover, Gwen said "Oh well, you know how messy my room is."

"Oh honey, you were worried about that? To be honest I think you inherited my lack of neatness-"

As Miles was able to calm down as he realized he hasn't been discovered, he relaxed a bit and opened his eyes, which were adapted already to darkness and the little light it could have (part of his Spiderman perks.)

Which was a good thing, because if he had a normal human night vision, he would have definitely been tempted to get out his dying phone and turn on the flashlight to make sure he wasn't crazy.

In front of him there was a notebook, one of those vintage with leather on the cover, or so he suspected because the notebook was open; he could barely understand what the words said from this distance, yet he could see well enough the polaroid on top of it, the image of it has been burned in his mind for 2 years now. Is the first picture of them, with Peter B's legs in the background.

That wasn't the part that made him feel crazy, even if he was elated to realize there was a picture of them like Peni's or Hobbie's. No, the thing he wasn't sure he was hallucinating was a plushie.

A Spiderman plushie, of him.

Moving slowly, still trying to be quiet, he grabs the plushie. As ridiculous as he thinks the thought is, he is surprised he is touching it instead of being a figment of his imagination; even more when while looking closely at it, he can realize that is not merchandise of anyone else with a similar suit.

Especially because he recognized this brand, he saw them fairly recently; just a few weeks-

He remembers something and if he wasn't consciously trying to be quiet, he would have gasped.

During the festival where he had invited everyone on the spidey-gang, at one point everyone more or less went their own separate ways or in smaller groups for different things. At some point, Gwen had found her way back to Miles's little group (that had Hobie and Pav as they were trying to see if spidey-powers could defeat rigged carnival games) with a paper bag that she has been adamant was just some snacks for later. While he has been just as curious as Pav, he decided to act like Hobie and just move on with the topic; it couldn't be that big of a deal.

In a million years, he would have imagined it was this.

As he took away the plushie, he took a closer inspection at the notebook and the Polaroid with it, he realized what was written down were lyrics.

I'd like to know your middle name Let's talk about your parents and your future dreams I'm interested but distant to a fault And I never wanna complicate your heart

I've gotta let you know That I think that I love you so You could be my only one 'Cause I think that I love you so

I know we only just met So why do I feel invested? And do you feel it too? Do you feel it too? I could be your best yet Future favorite regret Do you feel it too? Do you feel it too?

So I'll just tell myself All of the above when I'm alone

...Miles felt himself forgetting to breathe for a second as he read the lyrics; if he has seen this by itself, he may have been thinking Gwen had a crush on someone else. Except that he found this on a notebook that had a Polaroid with his picture (then on a closer inspection, this picture looks a lot older than the ones he saw around Gwen's room,) and a plushie of him. To top it all off, he saw that around the lyrics, his name was around.

There were on different fonts, a bit similar to his graffiti, but he could recognize his name.

As he looked at the edges of the notebook, he wondered if by chance, there was more. It would not be good to snoop around...however, Gwen did look at his sketchbook; and she has been teasing him about having a secret notebook for a while.

Thinking to stop if he saw anything too personal; he looked around the pages almost expecting to see nothing else, to have the wild fantasy that seemed to be happening to him show something that could contradict his view. It wasn't the case.

More lyrics appeared, his name peppered around too, even some extra pictures there ("She kept them here, to keep them safe" He thought gleefully to himself, realizing that he recognized the photobooth pictures they had taken over the last few months, the few physical pictures of them and she has to keep them safe just like him.) The lyrics were about yearning, about keeping feelings close to your chest, about a love you couldn't stop yourself from feeling for someone. He remembered how casually Gwen has smiled at him, after she saw those pictures; was this why she hadn't actually freaked out? Because she was doing the same with music?

He eventually stopped being able to concentrate on reading properly altogether, as he closed the notebook, he needed to make a big effort to not laugh in glee, putting a hand on top of the biggest grin he ever had in his life. He never thought how difficult it could be to be quiet when you are so happy, but here he was.

Miles could almost hear his own heart sing in elation, trying to beat out of his chest in excitement. 2 years, he had feelings for Gwen for 2 years, and ever since he thought his best shot has been before he knew she was from another universe; he remembered those lonely months missing everyone, thinking on how especially he wanted to see her, yet needed to remember to being friends. On what happened after, with him deciding it was better to get over it before it could hurt his friendship.

"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo's words came to mind, and he hasn't wanted to believe her because he didn't want to be heartbroken if it wasn't the case. Now he can't believe he really doubted her.

"She likes me, she really likes me," He thought to himself, still feeling as if he was on cloud 9.

Never in his life Miles has been so glad to feel like such an idiot.

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Yes, I know I said 3 chapters, however! This was getting too long, I am hoping I will not need to add more chapters. Let's see what I write. The lyrics are a slightly modified version of the song Telephone by Waterparks, because that's the song that I was hearing when I wrote the first chapter, and also the one where the title comes from. I thought of putting more lyrics, yet I felt Miles reaction to them would be a bit too cheesy, so I decided only to do one set of lyrics. Wrote this until late at night, and woke up before work to edit this, because my impulse control is a mess. Hopefully I edited well enough. I originally wasn't going to release the rest of this series here, but is just a short story, and I found some people don't actually use ao3, so as a courtesy so everyone can finish the story, the last chapter will also be posted here. And that's all for now! Please leave a comment if you like it!

Fourth and last chapter here!

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv #across the spiderverse #fanfics #hobie brown #margo kess

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