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ncteez · 1 year

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Give & Take (l.s)

It’s not weird that you and your roommate do certain things that others would consider, um, strange. It’s not weird because you don’t make it weird, and he certainly doesn’t go out of his way to make a big deal either.

or the one where you and your roommate masturbate together casually until it becomes not so casual, and maybe neither of you can do it at this point without wanting more.

ao3 | m.list | reblog to give seokmin a boner

minors dni!!

WORDCOUNT― 6.6k

PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader

CONTENT― roommate au, roommates to lovers

NOTE― This is dedicated to @onlyseokmins and that’s all I have to say about this. (i’m a liar i actually want this man so bad so here’s my need for him in fic form and also a direct attack on elv.) not proof read.

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― big dick seokmin, mutual masturbation, pining, desperate stuff i guess, pretending he’s fucking you instead of his hand, just the tip moment, unprotected sex, he pulls out bc he’s polite. ~

Moving in with Seokmin was a no-brainer. Both of you were freshly graduated from the same college and starting new jobs in the same city hours away from home. Seeing a familiar face in a city of bustling businesses and loud streets was a welcome comfort for you, living with that familiar face only made it easier.

It wouldn’t be a lie to say that back during the college days, you and Seokmin weren’t close. Not until your senior year together that the two of you somehow met in the middle with a single class despite the drastically different majors. He took it as an elective, yours was the last “easy” class to get through before graduation, because maybe your advisor fucked up and never told you it was necessary to take, and maybe you were a little mad about it.

You became less mad as you helped Seokmin through his struggles. An elective for him was a career for you, so it was easy to walk him through it. You grew close within the stress of senior year so of course, when you found out he was moving to the same city that you’re moving to, you instantly jumped into action in trying to convince him to save money by living together with you.

It’s a big city, and while you both had jobs lined up, it’s not like the pay was enough for one person to afford an apartment in the heart of the city. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be swayed and it only took a few weeks for the two of you to head out and explore the apartments offered, landing on one that leaves an equal distance both of you would need to travel to work. One that only costs some seven hundred and fifty dollars a month each (a hefty amount for just one person.)

By now, it’s been about six months since the two of you settled here in the heart of a great city. Work has been going smoothly despite the tired nights when the two of you meet up outside (because somehow you both clock out at the same time too) and decide on whether you want to walk to a shop for dinner or fight over who is gonna put the nuggets in the oven this time.

Things were normal for the most part, you think, regarding roommates anyway. There is one thing that’s changed though. Not your fondness of him, not even the way you look at him when he’s being annoying and loud while singing in the shower.

It started about two months into living in this space with him. He must have lost track of the time that day because he knew your schedule then and still knows it now like the back of his hand. He took the day off, feigning sickness after a long Sunday of doing absolutely nothing and wanting to extend it just a bit longer through the following Monday. You worked that day, of course, you did. You came home on time as you always did too, except this time you didn’t come home to him in his room or cooking dinner.

It was a weird kind of rush, wondering how the fuck this could be happening as you stood at your doorway to find him exposing more of himself than you ever expected or wanted to see at the time. There, on the couch was your dope of a roommate, legs spread wide and length in hand. On the tv played nothing, but his phone was propped on his thigh as he stared down at it with deep sighs.

You were frozen at that moment, watching him and feeling your cheeks warm up. You didn’t know if you should turn to leave, make a noise so he stops, or just watch. Somehow, you found yourself not wanting to disturb him. Was it because you liked what you saw? At the time, you would have said absolutely not. But seeing how it is now, it’s more common than not to see him orgasm, it’s kind of laughable.

On that day, he must have felt someone watching him because mid-stroke he looked up at you and fumbled his pants back over his length. Muffling apologies with raspy whispers, skin glistening on his forehead indicating he must’ve been at it for a while, and you were just standing there silent.

That night, you laid in your bed wondering why you couldn’t get that image out of your head. Seeing him like that wasn’t something you ever thought about despite how handsome he is. He’s your friend, he’s your roommate. You can’t stop thinking now though, about how big he is in all of his entirety. From his height to his– yeah.

It went on like that for about two weeks. You, not able to get that image out of your head and him, acting as normal as ever as if it never happened. It wasn’t until the end of that two-week time span that you realized you enjoyed it. Like you would have liked to have seen him finish.

It swam in your brain for a while, wondering if you should bring it up or if you should push past it and find some guy to meet up with just to work out the horny energy, after all, it’s not like you know anyone in this city well enough to have an intimate relationship with. No one besides Seokmin anyway. Dilemmas, dilemmas.

Not so much a dilemma though, to your pleasure. It’s brought up one night on a Saturday as the two of you say at the kitchen table complaining about work. Minutes passed, then an hour passed and he suggested having a drink to wind down. You accepted, sipping the alcohol he so proudly made for you.

It felt warm in the apartment by that point, but you didn’t mind as you found your brain falling back to that image of him. You thought he might be wearing the same shirt that we was wearing that day, which is kind of detrimental for your fogging brain. But, he brings it up.

“You know, you’ve been kind of weird since that day.” He commented, running his fingers along the rim of his glass. “I really did lose track of time, and I can’t stop feeling embarrassed by it.”

You could see a softer side of him at that moment. Out of how long you’ve known him by now, never once have you seen him embarrassed.

“About that,” You started, not able to look him in the eye. “I was shocked but–”

The way he looked at you at that moment was difficult to process. It was new ground for both of you.

“I think I liked it?”

The tip-toeing around each other didn’t last as long as you expected it to. After the talk you had with him on that Saturday night, somehow the two of you ended up doing the very thing that had you in a rut in the first place.

You got to watch him in full, working himself up until he suggested you join, that maybe he’d be into it too. Saying that he felt weird being the only one, though he didn’t mind that you were watching. You don’t know what got into you that night, maybe it was the alcohol, but you did join him. A full five feet away from each other but shamelessly watching hand movements until orgasm. You noted him holding off too, until you got there. It was an interesting dynamic, truly.

And now, six months into living with him, it’s become a normal occurrence. After every hard day at work, “wanna get off with me?”, after every long movie session or board game loss, “wanna watch each other come?”, to the point that now it’s nearing every day. Any self-fuck session became a shared one.

Sometimes he even texts you from his room late at night. It’s like you know his jerk-off schedule more than your own work schedule by now. Sometimes, you don’t even touch yourself but instead, enjoy watching him get there with a little help from you, taking off your shirt or spreading your legs. It’s become a thing. And somehow, it’s not as weird as it should be.

“You got plans this weekend?” Seokmin bellows through a yawn from his room after hearing your alarm go off.

“Since when do I ever have plans?” You say through your own yawn after pulling yourself out of the bed. You tiptoe the few feet from your door to his, leaning against it and scratching the back of your neck. “Why?”

He stretches loud and obnoxiously before rolling over and planting his face into his pillows.

“Wanna skip out on work today?”

You step into his room, throwing yourself on top of him with a tired groan.

“Yeah,” You sigh out, closing your eyes and fully aware that you could go back to sleep right now despite this uncomfortable position over your roommate. “but why?”

His voice is muffled more by the pillows when he answers you, mostly because your body weight is pressing him further down. He fights to turn his head away from the pillow, takes in a deep breath from the brief smothering, and smiles.

“I dunno, we haven’t really had a chance to go out and explore the city much outside of furniture and grocery shopping.”

You realize that he’s right. You’ve heard talk of the malls in this area, of the theme parks, the museums. There’s so much to do here, and neither of you have really attempted to do any of it.

“Starting today, because we are going to skip work,” He narrows his eyes as he lifts his body up and forces you to roll off of him. “You are going to skip, right?”

You nod, waiting for him to continue what he was originally going to say.

“We should go out and explore. Rent is paid already, fridge is full, I saved up a bit so we could go do some stuff.”

It flies right past your head. You don’t even stop to think that he saved up to do this with you, and instead you simply nod with a smile before hopping off of him and rolling off of the bed to your feet.

“Guess I should call my boss.” You shrug, starting to leave the room.

“Wanna sleep a little more first? Kind of dumb to skip out on work and not sleep in.”

You nod again, yawning and looking down at your phone to search for your workplace number. Thankfully, after calling, there was no issue with you skipping work today. After all, you haven’t really missed a single day since you started (unlike some people: seokmin.)

Friday was eventful, the two of you walked to all of the shops closest to your apartment, stepping into a cafe and having some coffee, then went to a pristine shopping district and scoffed together at the price of a pair of socks.

By the time you got home, you were just as tired as you would have been coming home from work, and he was still bouncing on his feet. Drinks, dinner, sleep.

No casual masturbation that day.

On Saturday, it started much the same except this time the two of you went to a mall. Why he kept insisting on buying you cute panties and matching bras? You know the answer. You’re kind of part of his porn collection now, and he is part of yours too. Maybe he considered it a little too hard when you also suggested he get a cute pair of panties to wear. He didn’t though, and instead bought you like six too-expensive sets of lingerie. Each color to match whatever horny brain he’s in, you assume.

That night, the two of you ate at a restaurant and took a taxi back home. Sitting beside him on the couch, a question started floating in your brain and by now you knew better than to keep these kinds of things to yourself given the dynamic you have with him.

“You know, you’re buying me all of this sexy stuff–”

“I am, yeah.” He smiles proudly, eyes crinkling as his eyes shoot to the bag on the kitchen table.

“Why aren’t you just going out to meet someone instead of settling with jerking off all the time?”

He doesn’t even hesitate.

“That’s a lot of work, why would I do that when you’re right here?”

Why would he do that if you’re here?

“Why, you getting bored of me?” He jokes, leaning against you and nudging your shoulder. “Should I have bought those panties to spice it up a bit?”

God, it’s so weird how normal this is. No touching each other, only looking. Desperate looking at that, searing eyes, extremely hot orgasms, wobbling legs, and then sleeping alone. Would it really be so strange at this point to want to touch him? To want to spice it up not with panties, but with the act of actually feeling how warm he is?

“Oh no.” He pauses, eyes widening. “You actually wanted me to wear those?”

“No!” You laugh, though it would’ve maybe awoken something in you, you’re not sure. “I just figured you know, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to go get laid.”

He stares are you before throwing out another joke.

“I know that.” He laughs, turning to face you. “It’s not like it would be hard for you either. Why aren’t you out and about instead of sitting in front of me and touching yourself?”

You freeze at his words, realizing that so many times it’s been silent sessions together save for moaning. He’s never actually said those words to you, never dirty talked, never crossed an invisible line while it happened.

“Would you prefer I go find someone else?” You avoid the feeling in your gut right now only briefly, staring him down.

“No, I’d honestly prefer you touch yourself for me and only me.”

Oh. Oh fucking no.

“That’s all you need to be satisfied?”

He smiles proudly again, eyes flicking back over to the bag and you shake your head at him.

“We need to wash those before I wear them so you’re gonna have to deal with the boring panties I wore today, I guess.”

He nods, already following suit on the regular list of things he does when this happens.

It’s always so quiet, and never did it bother you until now. Watching him do nothing but grab his length and squeeze it until it starts to harden. Eyes on you as you do your own version of working yourself up, hand down your waist band and simply touching and rubbing until you feel the first sensation of your gut flipping.

“Seokmin.” You start, looking at him through narrow eyes. This is enough for you, but…is it?

“Hm?” He responds, eyes focused on the movement under your shorts.

“Can you talk a little bit this time?”

He smiles, chuckling a bit at you for the question.

“Oh, you’re into that?” He says almost in a mocking tone, but it sends a little wave of heat through his body to have you asking for more of him in some way. “I can’t promise I won’t say something stupid though.”

You shake your head, running your fingers up your folds and stopping at your clit.

“I don’t care what you say, I just really like your voice right now.”

Another pause from him as you watch him adjust his almost fully erect length under his pants.

“Only right now?” He asks, trailing his fingers gently along the underside of his length and turning his body back to where his back is against the couch cushions.

“No, I mean, I like your voice all the time but you never say much when we do this–” You admit, watching him intently like you always do, feeling the clock tick up to the point you know he’s going to pull it out and start sighing.

“Alright, does this mean I can ask for something too?”

You quirk a brow at that but quickly nod in anticipation because finally, this is going somewhere past just watching.

“Can we like, um–” He blushes mid-question, turning his face to look at you with all of his shame showing plainly. “Can we do it in an actual position for once?”

You can’t tell if your mind is playing tricks on you or if he’s actually wanting to pretend he’s fucking you by suggesting that. Immediately you fumble with the button on your shorts to get them off.

“Yeah, Oh–” You stop yourself from sounding too excited. “I mean, like, what position?”

“Can I be on top?” He blurts, pulling his hand away from his length and once again looking at you and the way your fingers remain on the hem of your shorts, preparing to take them off.

The image alone in your head of that is enough to want exactly what he wants, if not more. The illusion of him fucking you while you fuck yourself? You really couldn’t ask for more than that at this moment, though that could be argued if you think too hard about it.

“Deal.”

The second you say that word, he’s jumping up and practically tearing his pants off of him. His eagerness is as loud and obnoxious as always, you can even hear a small “fuck yeah” whispered to himself when he does it. All is well and good until he’s tugging your shorts down for you.

Never has he taken your clothes off for you. The intimacy is flowing through you, but you’re not sure if he is feeling the same way about it. He’s probably just eager to try something new tonight rather than the usual.

Your shorts are off faster than you’d normally take them off and you’re kind of chuckling about his blatant desperation until he hovers over you and positions himself where he wants to be.

Now…now he’s intimidating. With both knees on the couch, your legs bent at the knees and resting on his hips. That doesn’t even matter to you right now, because you haven’t seen his face this close before. You haven’t felt his hips against your legs before, outside of when you flop down on each other during a tired morning to wake the other up. You’ve never felt your stomach flip like this over him.

And when his eyes leave that spot between your legs to meet your own with his same dopey smile, it’s like you melt into a puddle instantly and you’re wanting so much more than just this. You hold back though, finally pulling your eyes from his and looking between his legs.

You knew his cock was big but you’ve also never seen it this close to your body. It’s like, big big. Thick too, and never did you notice just how huge it is because his hands are equally huge, and wrap around it perfectly. To him, it’s a perfectly accurate cock for a man so tall and broad, but damn.

It’s a bit embarrassing that all it took was for him to hover over you with his cock out to have you forgetting that you asked for him to talk through it. You’re in danger. Extreme danger with him like this and eager to talk this time. It starts so fast, so casually, and you’re still spinning internally just to grasp what you’re feeling right now.

“Good?”

That all he fucking says to start, settling into his position fully and grasping himself. Honestly, his cock is only a few inches above your core and you can feel the heat from it.

You nod, curling in on yourself a bit and he takes note of it because you’re never fucking shy.

“Too much?” He asks, watching you shake your head in response. “God, thank fuck. Because you look so good right now.”

Spinning.

“You can let go of me now though, I can see how wet you are already.” He continues, chuckling at the way your arms grip his shoulders.

You didn’t even fucking notice that you instantly started clinging to him. Especially with the fact that you didn’t expect him to talk to you like this. The two of you haven’t even started yet and he’s already got you on the verge of insanity.

You’re quick to pull your arms back and lift your shirt up over your chest before slowly trailing your hand down.

“Match my pace, okay? It’ll feel better.” He instructs, blatantly making a point so it does look and feel like he’s actually fucking you, all movements matching, sounds matching, lust matching.

You nod again, silently, eyes now focusing on his cock because if you look at his face right now you might just buckle and start crying over how insanely hot he is.

He lets out a short chuckle at your silence, he’s used to that and didn’t take issue with it at all until you asked him to talk. He hopes you talk back at some point, but for now he leaves it alone as he starts stroking.

Precum is leaking already just from seeing you beneath him like this, bra covering your chest, panties covering your pussy– but it’s enough to get him going. He would feel selfish to ask for more unless you offer it first. He’s got you where he’s always wanted you since this whole thing started.

You watch his hands, slipping your fingers under your panties and sliding them through your folds at the same pace, shivering only slightly at the feeling at you watch him.

This pace works for a few minutes, but you note his grip grows tighter on himself and you hear his breath stutter in a sigh when he does it. You wonder what that feels like for him, and you wonder what he’s thinking about as he does it. You move your fingers to your clit at that point, pressing in and releasing your own sigh of relief.

He watches you, eyes shooting to your face and studying the way you close your eyes to really feel it.

“Look at you,” he coos, trying to talk like you asked him to. “feels better when I’m here, right?”

You half open your eyes with a crooked smile, because of course it feels better when he’s with you. Even if he’s not touching you, even if he’s not the one doing it.

“So pretty when you do this, you know–” He continues, praising you and falling into the words easier than he expected. “I think I fell in love with watching you from the second you spread your legs for me.”

You can’t. You can’t look at him when he’s talking to you, it’s a lot. It does something, it does a lot of something to you, so you focus on his cock and the way he starts pressing his hips into the circle his fingers create rather than pumping himself. He’s slow with it, lazily moving his hips back, forward, then back again.

At that moment, you slide your fingers down and tease at your entrance, dipping a finger in easily and releasing a sigh. You can’t imagine this one finger will mimic what he could do to you, but you settle.

“That’s it,” he says as he watches, hanging his head and knowing exactly what you’re doing with your fingers. “Can I see?”

You don’t respond and instead use your other hand to hook your panties to the side, revealing your finger sliding into you at the pace he’s sliding into his palm.

The sigh he lets out begins to form into a moan at the end as he watches, wetting his lips and furrowing his brows. He keeps his hips steady despite obsessing over the fact that you’re fucking yourself at the same pace for illusion’s sake.

“Put in another.” He instructs, watching you do just that and release another sigh. He’s becoming frustrated with the situation though, knowing for a fact that he could do better for you. Knowing that if you’d just suggest it, he would instantly be giving in. “Is that even enough for you?”

Your eyes shoot open and go straight to his face, which is staring down intently at the way your fingers fuck you open.

“Not always.” You admit, shooting your gaze back down to his cock and the way his grip tightens around it. “Is that enough for you?” You follow up, pointing to his hand with your head.

“Not always…” he mimics you, and then it’s silent as the two of you accept the fact that this has to be enough right now.

And it stays like that for a while. To the point that his hips are relentlessly fucking into his palm, causing his knuckles to bump your clit every few seconds, and you’ve buried in a third finger trying your best to pretend it’s him.

It’s both too much and not enough. Too much in the fact that he’s all over you, and too little in the fact that he’s right there and not in you. Your fingers aren’t enough when his cock is right there, his words aren’t enough when he’s not muffling that voice with your lips, and you can’t imagine he’s not feeling frustrated with the situation. All of the puzzle pieces are in front of you and neither of you are putting in the effort other than organizing them. You’re not snapping them together, you’re just on the fucking edge of the situation you want.

Does he want it? Is it too much to ask? Is it–Oh.

“Can I–” he starts, cutting himself off with a sharp breath because of the way you clearly are trying to reach deeper inside of yourself in pace with his long thrusts.

“Yes.” You don’t even know what he’s asking, and to be fair you don’t think you give a shit. Whatever he wants to do, please, just do it.

And he does without a second thought, releasing his grip and pulling at your wrist to slip your fingers out of yourself. Then, he presses his cock directly between your holds, holding it down as he picks up the pace again and thrusts up.

It’s not what you were expecting, but then again you should have known he wasn’t asking to fuck you. This is good though, feeling his cock sliding between your lips, head bumping your clit. The warmth, the heaviness, the way his length is so thick that all you can do is try to not feel empty while it’s sliding through your arousal.

He’s more focused now than he was before, nearly letting out a sob rather than a moan at the feeling of your pussy against the underside of his cock. It's like he’s getting everything he needs and nothing at the same time, but the image of your eyes staring down at it too was enough for him to know you like it too. You like it enough.

When you let out a moan, trailing your hands up to your chest and releasing your tits from the bra, he only grinds faster against you, pressing down harder on his cock to create a tight space between your pussy and his palm. He stares at your tits, and then at your lips, and then back down at the way your pussy lips spread around his cock as he slides through them.

Another hidden sob pretending to be a moan, and then he’s leaning closer to your face.

“If I kiss you, would you be mad?”

You instantly strain your neck to connect your lips with his, and he falls into it all too easily. You can feel him speed up his thrusts, and you can feel his desperate tongue. It takes you a moment to realize this is your first kiss, and it’s while his cock is getting off against you.

Its more than you could have asked for, honestly, but you’re going to ask for more because as you kiss him, well, all you can think of is how this looks outside of your position. It definitely looks like he’s fucking you. The image that you can’t even see in full is arousing you beyond belief as you kiss him, and when he pulls back for a breath, you take that short moment to spill your thoughts.

“Just a little.” You groan blankly, squeezing your breast in your hand and using your other hand to push his cock away from you. “Just–”

He stops, out of breath, trying and failing to comprehend what you’re trying to say.

“Just what?” He groans, grabbing his cock and pumping it much like he normally would.

“A little, just put it in a little bit.”

His face is on fire as his hand halts on his leaking cock. Did he hear you wrong? He’s watching your hands squeeze against your chest, he sees your eyes avoiding him, he can still taste your lips on his, and your pussy is just below his cock, pulsing around nothing. Is he reading you wrong?

“Just a little bit…” he repeats what you ask for, looking down at you and placing a hand on your thigh, spreading his fingers out wide. “You’re asking me to fuck you, just a little bit?”

God, the words. So few words but also so many words.

“Yes.”

He leans down inches from your face and you can feel his cock fall back to your folds at the moment, you shiver unintentionally.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do that and then you end up regretting it.”

He told himself time and time again during these sessions with you that he would instantly jump for the opportunity to fuck you, but now that he’s faced with it– he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with himself aside from asking for confirmation as many times as he can until he believes you really want it.

“Just,” You still avoid his eyes and the way they’re staring through you. “Please.”

He nods in an unsure way at first before pulling back and holding his length in his hand again.

“Just a little bit, right?” He tries to confirm, and you nod.

With a deep breath, pounding heart, and spinning thoughts, he aligns himself with you and doesn’t know how to comprehend the feeling of slipping into you. So he simply…doesn’t.

You can feel the intense stretch instantly, the feeling you’ve been searching for making you shiver and nearly writhe beneath him. Just an inch, it’s all you need, he doesn’t have to do any more than that. You don’t need more, you have self-control, right?

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as your pussy envelops the head of his cock. He can feel the pulsing inside of you massage against it, he can feel the wetness, the fucking warmth. “Fuck, fuck.”

It’s all he can say, honestly, speechless at your silence of the act. The way your mouth falls open in a silent moan only urges him to give you short, single inch thrusts despite the wetness you offer making it difficult to not accidentally slide further in.

“So thick,” You whine out in a broken and desperate voice.

It causes him to have to take in a deep breath and hold it. Good lord, he’s fighting so many demons right now not to plunge into you and take whatever he can get.

“A little more,” you urge him, wiggling your hips and sucking him in against his own movements. He doesn’t mind it, nor does he mind the embarrassing sound he lets out at the feeling.

Now, he can thrust another inch in, stretching you open a little more, shocked that the three fingers you used before didn’t seem to come close to preparing you for this. He can feel how tight your walls are around him, and again, the demons.

He lets out another embarrassing sound when he looks down, seeing only a quarter of his cock inside of you. He, once again, holds himself back from pushing in more. He could go so deep, but he can’t.

“Little more?” He asks meekly, reaching a hand out to your cheek in the hope that you’d let him. He won’t ask again. Just, if he can get half of his cock in you, it would be plenty. It would be enough, he would be satisfied.

“Or,” you groan at the adjustment around him, knowing full well that by asking him to put the tip in that you’d want so much more. It’s fun thinking you can control yourself, but it’s more fun losing that control with another person. You’re both controlling the need to fuck and be fucked solely because you don’t know if the other wants it. But god, he’s already inside of you, isn’t it fucking obvious?!

“You could just fuck me.”

Say no more, with those words it’s like his hips act of their own will and he’s slowly sliding into you in full. Relishing in the way your pussy spread out to make room, cooing over the feeling of himself going deeper, deeper, and fucking deeper into you.

“Finally.” He breathes out in relief when he bottoms out, leaning forward yet again to lay his lips against your forehead. “Felt like I’ve waited so long.”

You’re silent as you adjust to what you can consider the biggest cock you’ve ever taken. The searing pain isn’t much compared to the arousal of his admittance of wanting this only after getting inside of you.

All you can offer him is a moan when you try to respond with your own witty sex talk, but he sends him spiraling somehow further than he already had gone. His hips stuttering in their planted spot as he lets you adjust, moaning in response to your moan. His lips kissing all over your face now, feeling in this moment that you’re his, and this feeling is shared, and that only your pussy could massage him this way simply because he’s inside of you. It’s overwhelming, all of the feelings hitting at once.

From physical feelings to emotional ones, it comes with such a harsh hit to him that all he can do is flutter those kisses to as much skin his lips can reach. Feeling your eyelashes on his cheek when he kisses the corner of your mouth, to feeling that corner of your mouth open in a yelp when he finally starts to move his hips back. Sliding out of you only a little bit before pressing back in again, deep and lazy.

“Good?” He asks, much like he did before. “So good.” He answers for both of you immediately after, keeping that lazy pace as he leans on his elbows on either side of your head.

“Wrap your legs around me?” He follows up, already so comfortable speaking through your silence that it feels natural, especially when you do just as he asks.

In wrapping your legs around him, he’s able to adjust his body from the position he’s been stuck in this whole time. Now, he can be on his knees with you curled under him, clinging to him like a koala as he uses the back of the couch to support his balance.

There, he’s able to pick up pace, there he’s able to see what you look like when you’re being fucked. There, he can see what you look like when he’s the one doing it. And he might be spiraling, but he feels more sane than he ever has in this moment, watching your lips and feeling you squeeze around him.

It’s no wonder he felt no interest in finding someone else. He was more satisfied jerking on in front of you than he had ever been actually inside of another person. Now though, it’s insane to think he was satisfied because he’s changed his mind. Why would he find someone else when you act like this?

Why would he put himself through the possibility of you going out and doing the same thing with someone else?

For you, there are no thoughts, just Seokmin. You’d laugh right now if it weren’t for the fact that each thrust forces a desperate and wet sound out of your throat. You’d laugh harder if it weren’t for the fact that you don’t even need to rub your clit to get yourself there.

He easily hits that soft spot inside of you, time and time again as his lips travel over repeated areas until landing on your mouth.

You kiss him harder than before, now trying to move your hips despite the difficulty of being under him. You try to meet him halfway now that he’s sliding nearly his entire cock out before slamming back into you. Emptying you and filling you up time and time again as if to remind you of the few moments before when you felt him for the first time.

Repeatedly you think you’re about to come, and repeatedly you hold off until he whispers.

“I know that face, you’re holding back.”

It’s so fucking surreal knowing that he knows this without ever actually fucking you before now. He knows what you look like when you come, he knows how you like to be touched after watching you so many times. He knows where you sleep, knows what your favorite foods are, and showers in the same bathroom as you.

You let go, thinking of only him and this moment you’re sharing. You don’t worry if it’ll ever happen again, because you know it will if he lets it. You’re not in control of this anymore, nor of yourself.

“Pretty, like always.” He compliments when you make that familiar face of release, pumping into you faster now just to feel the gush of wet he’s seen leave your body time and time again. “Prettier now, though.” He corrects himself, feeling just what he was expecting as your body releases the tension all at once.

The wet sounds somehow become wetter as he thrusts, still fluttering those kisses across your face to the point that you’re either numbed to it or tingling because of it. And only after he knows you’re finished does he pull out, fucking against his hand so aggressively that you’re more aware now than before that he always lets you finish first if not at the same time.

Except now, if he were to finish at the same time, he’d be filling you up so that there’s no question about the worry that comes after it. Despite knowing you’re on birth control, despite knowing you’re both clean because neither of you have fucked another person in half a year–

You watch with drowsy eyes as he releases strings of thick, white seed against both your pussy and stomach. Your panties, ruined and forgotten as they strain at the crease of your thigh. You whimper at the sight, so in love with the way it feels hitting you for some reason. So endeared with the way he pulled out despite knowing in his head that it would have been fine if he stayed.

When he flops down over you, ignoring the mess between your bodies, you’ve never felt so close to him. You don’t think you ever want to feel further from him, actually.

It’s the start of something else now, you’re not sure what, but it’s a given.

The start of something new came in the form of his room turning into a guest room for a new roommate.

That roommate has yet to be found, but it’s an excuse to sleep next to him every night. No titles have been claimed but they’re definitely been given. Just a day after that happened, you caught him slipping and calling you his girlfriend. He figured that since you didn’t correct him, it must be true.

Yeah, it must be.

#seokmin smut #seventeen smut #lee seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #dk smut #svt smut

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zerogutzz · 8 months

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yeah im going all in

Bunch of insane lore rambles under the cut LMFAO

During the GOLB invasion, the veil between worlds became it's THINNEST. The world Max came from already had dimensional rift problems, it's the very things she was set out to study along with whatever happened to come out of them.

As we all know, Sadness attracts Madness, never did Max think that a rift would pull her in. A good 12-15 years is where she ended up getting spat back out after GOLB fused with Betty and fucked off.

She was lost for 3 months. Zero human contact. Only dangers and monsters and the occasional talking animal to point her to the human city.

She DOES eventually end up making it, stumbling on to the small ferry and falling flat in to the city. These citizens were humans, yes, but Golb knows that these aren't the same humans she's used to. They're all strange, wear strange clothes, and say strange phrases she only barely understands. You can imagine the wave of astonishment and relief she felt coming up on a giant sign that read "20TH CENTURY MAN IN HIS NATURAL HABITAT"

She's from the 22nd century, but goddamn if it wasn't close enough.

Following the curious crowd, an older gentleman stood in a dollhouse-like enclosure that mimicked that of an old fashioned home, decorated in familiar items and décor. The future-humans took their turns asking very.. Dumb. Questions. Most of the time repeating the same one in different ways. For some reason they're very focused on the different lamps. It was increasingly obvious that the gentleman acting as the 20th century man was just about ready to lose it if another comment was made about how light 'bulbs' are supposed to be pronounced light 'balls.'

"Excuse me." Max spoke up over the crowd. Simon glanced over at her from between his pinched nose bridge, pausing. It looked almost as if his shoulders relaxed. The way Max presented herself was something he hasn't seen in a very, very, very long time. Familiar clothes, cadence, and energy. "Could I talk to you, um, whenever you're done touring your.. Museum." Max asked. She was trying her very best not to make it sound urgent, despite the desperation she felt in her chest. "Oh, no, yes of course." Simon stumbled over his answer, nodding quickly. "We could talk now, if you'd like. It wouldn't hurt to close early."

The other people in group either huffed, rolled their eyes, or wandered off at the suggestion. Simon rubbed at the back of his neck, motioning Max to come inside. "Walls down." There was brief confusion, but it subsided as soon as the walls to the enclosure closed down like garage doors. Simon sighed heavily, turning to the new face in town with a tired smile. "What was it that you wanted to talk about, miss..?"

"Maxine Stronghold." Habit took over, flashing her detective badge and pocketing it in a single motion. That put the man on edge, his smile faltering. "Ah, you're not in trouble. That.. Sorry. Old habit. I was actually just here to ask if you actually were from the 20th century?" He perked back up. "Wha, why, yes. Are you not familiar with- Oh, my goodness I never actually introduced myself." Max's thick brow quirked up at him, his hand extending to her form. "Simon Petrikov. I, ah, used to be the Ice King. Difficult to imagine, I know, but rest assured-"

The increasingly confused look on the woman's face brought him to a stop. "... Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"No." She answered slowly. "I just .. Um. I don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or how there are wizards and talking food. I haven't had any genuine human contact in months. I was kind of hoping you'd be able to help me."

A moment of silence befell the two of them. A growing realization creeped on to Simon's face, putting his hand over his mouth and mumbling, "Oh my God." before putting a hand on her shoulder to have her sit down.

"Tell me everything."

#yeah okay so bacsically #so #arhe #aheruehha #simon petrikov #max #adventure time #fionna and cake #zerogutzz art

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anqelically · 1 year

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wait for me | chuuya nakahara x gn!reader

content: no manga spoilers, angst to fluff

word count: 0.6k

navi | bsd masterlist

it was snowing.

flurries of white fell from the sky, sticking on the first surface they could reach. the air felt dry, and hard to breathe in. it was also quiet, everyone basking in the warmth of their homes instead of spending time outside.

things were different for a certain port mafia executive. chuuya nakahara trudged through the snow with heavy feet as he became lost in his thoughts. yes, he was freezing his ass off, literally, but he continued walking on in that weather.

his hands, clad in black gloves like they always were, were colder. in this weather, he’d keep one hand in his pocket and the other in your hand, but you weren’t there.

you were gone, long gone. from his life? hopefully not permanently. but for the past 2 years, your presence has been absent from his life. after some problems involving mori, the port mafia’s boss, you quit. for good.

not only did you leave the port mafia, but you left the beloved city you called home. a home, once stained with the blood of someone you love, is hard to stay in.

for being so close to each other, chuuya felt like you were standing quite a distance away. after everything that has happened, he saw this conversation coming. he knew it before the words could even leave your lips— you were leaving.

your arms held him close while you held your breath. this would be goodbye until you meet again. if you meet again.

“wait for me, okay?” you removed your arms from his waist and cupped his cheeks. “i promise i’ll come back. i don’t know when, but-“

“i get it, i do. go ahead. i’ll be right here.”

his thumbs traced your lips, then your cheeks, under your eyes, down your jawline. although chuuya already had every dip and curve in your body memorized, he wanted to get a good look one last time. oh, how mesmerizing you were under the moon.

chuuya’s lips made it to yours, giving you a soft kiss that spoke a million words. for however long you’d be gone, he’d wait.

the orange-haired man continued to walk through the snow towards his loft, which the two of you once shared. his cheeks were a bright red by the time he arrived. his gloved hands opened the door. wait—

“i see you’re back.”

upon hearing the familiar voice, chuuya paused in his spot. he let his guard down before he turned to the side. you stood there with a large brown bag in your hands. the smell of food wafted throughout the air and reached his nose.

“i’m back? you’re back, y/n…” he stood in shock. there was an awkward silence before chuuya asked, “so, uh, how are you?”

you laughed at his attempt to make conversation. you clutched the paper bag a tad tighter while he furrowed his brows. he questioned you, “hey… what’s so funny?”

you smiled, “nothing, nothing. i’m just happy to see you again, you know. but, um, are you happy to see me?”

you shifted your weight as you anticipated his answers. you thought that 2 years was plenty of time to get over someone. he told you he’d be waiting, yet you let doubt plant itself in your mind.

“happy?” chuuya started to walk towards you. “it’s way more than that, damn it.”

swiftly, chuuya grabbed the bag from your hands and held it with his left arm. his right hand slithered up your neck, the feeling of the cool leather sending shivers down your spine. you tilted your head, meeting chuuya’s lips.

he brushed his thumb slightly before moving his complete whole hand to the nape of your neck. you buried the tips of your fingers into his hair, also holding his neck in a similar fashion.

“i’ve missed you so damn bad,” chuuya spoke once you broke apart.

you buried your head into the crook of his neck, “oh chuuya, i’ve missed you too. thank you for waiting.”

“of course, i did tell you i’d wait.”

a smile graced your face, “i’m glad you’re a man of your word. but… there is one thing i need you to do.”

he raised a brow, “name it.”

“give me one more, please?” you noticed chuuya’s confused expression. “a kiss, silly. you don’t know how much i’ve missed them— how much i’ve missed you.”

the tips of his ears turned red as he exhaled. chuuya looked at you through his orange strands of hair, “that was the plan from the start, when we get inside.”

as you turned towards the door, chuuya hand gently cupped your chin. you felt him leave a kiss on your jawline, a smug smile forming on his face as he opened the door before you could.

“that should suffice for now, shouldn’t it?”

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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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Victoria Hughes falls for the reader and becomes a stammering mess in front of her. The rest of station 19 finds this adorable and gets them together. A year or so later the team helps Vic pull off an epic proposal. Pure fluff please?

ᕚ---ᕘ

In Seattle's small fire station, you and Victoria worked side by side with your team to keep the city safe from danger. Hughes was a talented firefighter with an impressive amount of knowledge, but it seemed like her language skills failed every time you tried to communicate with her and have a casual conversation about everyday things. She became a stammering mess.

Unbeknownst to you, the woman with a heart of pure gold had a little secret that caused her language skills to crumble whenever you were near her. The reason for this was due to her inexplicable feelings that she had been harboring for you for quite some time. This love had quietly taken root in her heart, turning any attempt to behave normally with you into a trembling challenge.

Of course, you, as an attentive and kind person, noticed her nervousness, but couldn't quite figure out why. Whenever you tried to talk about the latest mission, the weather forecast, or even lunch, she stuttered and stumbled over her own words. Her otherwise self-confident manner, gave way to a shy insecurity.

Even now, on this beautiful sunny Monday morning, when you stood together in front of the big red fire engine and prepared it for the shift. It was quiet around you, just the familiar hum of everyday firefighter life, as Vic was concentrating entirely on her work while you tried to start a light, funny conversation. "Hey Vic, what exciting things did you do over the weekend?"

Her cheeks flushed and she stopped in her tracks, staring at the floor as she began to stutter nervously. "Uh, yeah. I-I.. I was at the park. Yes, at the park." Despite the short and not really informative sentence, you tried to keep the conversation going. "Oh, that sounds great! Did you do anything specific in the park?"

Vic seemed to get lost in her own thoughts as her eyebrows furrowed and she unnoticed bit her lip before replying hastily. "Yes, I saw birds, lots of birds. They were... flying."

You giggled in amusement at the last sentence that stammered out of her mouth and smiled patiently as you changed the subject. "By the way, I'm thinking about having a little garden party this weekend. Would you like to come over? The whole team has agreed and there are a few from Grey Sloan coming too."

She looked as if she had momentarily lost control of her words as her mouth moved open and closed, but nothing left it. She stared quietly against the red paint on the car, looking at her distorted reflection. "Garden party? Oh, I... that's... I um, party, yeah."

A soft smile played on your lips and you bit the inside of your cheek. The way the conversation was going, it made no sense to continue chatting with her. Victoria was completely freaked out and you tried to calm the situation. "If you have time, just let me know or come by. Saturday, 5 p.m."

You left her to work on the car alone while you found something else to do. During your shift together, you tried to chat with Victoria several times, but each time she seemed trapped in her own world.

During the shift, the team also began to notice how Victoria would turn into a stuttering mess every time you were near her. Your colleagues found it charming and at the same time amusing how such a strong personality softened with the right person. And at lunchtime, as Victoria once again struggled with her words, they exchanged meaningful glances before Travis grinned and whispered to the others. "Look at Vic when Y/n is around. It's like a romantic movie, only without the words."

"I think we have our own romantic drama here. Imagine we're all witnesses to their shy love story!" Maya added with a laugh as she prepared lunch for the team. Gibson couldn't help but laugh, too. "We should tease her a little about it. Even give her some advice on small talk. Or how about a 'How do I win my colleague's heart' workshop from you and Carina, Bishop?"

The entire team agreed and began teasing Victoria in a humorous way. As they did their work, they made tongue-in-cheek comments and tried to give the young woman supposed tips for simple conversations. She took the teasing with a smile and some embarrassment.

In the coming weeks, the team continued its mission to bring you and Victoria closer together. They planned subtle encounters and organized activities where you both could spend time together. This included a weekend team trip to the local park where they made sure you and her were on the same team for different games. It almost seemed as if the entire station 19 had now become a veritable matchmaking team.

During the trip, the team noticed how you slowly started to chat and have fun with each other, while Hughes slowly thawed out. They watched you intently with a mischievous smile and were happy that their little teasing seemed to have a positive effect.

At the end of the day, when Maya, Carina, Travis and Dean met for a beer at a bar, the topic was entirely focused on the two of you and neither managed to steer the conversation in a different direction. "I think Vic has finally activated her mode. Did you see how she dropped her shy demeanor and went all out?“ Maya spoke with interest and the others laughed in agreement.

Everyone was happy that her teasing comments had helped Victoria overcome her nervousness and slowly develop a stronger bond between her and you. However, they had to continue acting to finally hook you up and make you a couple. And so it was that they planned a dinner the next Friday, where you would cook together and then sit comfortably in your apartment and watch a movie.

The idea resonated with both of you, and the team did everything they could to create a relaxed atmosphere. After the successful dinner, Andy managed to get Victoria and you to sit next to each other and get closer. They had casual conversations and created a pleasant atmosphere as they watched you physically move closer together on the couch and you eventually fell asleep leaning on her shoulder while she had her arm wrapped around your waist.

That was the beginning of creating shared cooking evenings that became regular meeting places for Victoria and you alone. As you chopped, fried and seasoned together, a familiar bond developed between you. "Vic, can I ask you something?"

She hummed a yes as she paid attention, concentrating strictly on slicing the carrots as finely as possible. "You've seemed so nervous lately. Is everything okay?"

Frozen, the knife fell out of her hand and onto the wooden board with a loud bang. Her eyes widened and she nervously scraped her fingernails against your kitchen counter before she began to compose herself. "Well, it's just that I... I... I like you, okay? More than just a colleague. It's complicated."

Surprised but flattered, you also put down your cooking utensils and turned to her. With an index finger placed under her chin, you forced her to look you in the eyes. "It's not complicated at all. I like you too, Vic."

You moved closer to her and Vic felt the attraction between you become more intense. A soft smile played on your lips as she held her breath to fully enjoy the moment she had longed for. The silence was broken as she slowly brought her hand to the side of your neck, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

The environment seemed to slow down as your faces got closer to each other. Your hearts beat in sync and the tension reached its peak. Her lips met yours in a tender but passionate kiss and the world seemed to stand still for a moment as you both lost yourself in this magical moment.

There was an air of wonder and happiness as you pulled away from each other. A smile spread across your faces, and the certainty that this kiss was the start of something special took root deep in your hearts.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Two years had passed since the team had started bringing you and Victoria together. The two of you had not only become good friends, but also an inseparable couple. The love between you had run deep and it was obvious that something big was about to happen.

"Hey guys, I really need your help!" Victoria quacked from behind as she once again entered the fire station to start her shift and looked around nervously. A few faces, startled by the sudden break in the silence, suddenly turned back and examined the worn expression on her faces. "Sure, what's up? Are you okay?"

She cleared her throat profusely, rubbing her hands nervously as she stood shakily on her legs. "So you know that y/n and I are happy together, and now I'm planning on proposing to her."

Joy suddenly trembled on the faces of all teammates at station 19, as the idea was tangible and already clearly in the air. Beams of laughter and wide grins filled the room as loud clapping filled the atmosphere. Everyone came in a group hug, squeezing Vic between them with joy. "Oh my God! Congratulations!"

"Thank you. But I need your help. I really want to make it epic because she's a special person but I have no idea how to do it!" She said desperately, resembling a small defiant child as she folded her arms over her chest and stomped the ground in desperation. "That sounds like a mission for the best team in the world!"

The team enthusiastically agreed to Dean's objection, and they soon began preparations. Secretly, whenever you weren't around, they brainstormed ideas together and tried to come up with the best plans to present to Victoria. Carina, who was romantically inclined, immediately suggested something. "How about a surprise dinner in a special place with a romantic trail of clues leading to a heart made of candles? It's sure to be unforgettable."

Victoria nodded enthusiastically, but thought about how she should do it. "The special place is definitely Station 19. This is where we met. That all sounds really sweet, but how do I organize it all without her noticing?"

Travis and Dean nodded together, while they also crossed their arms under their chest and looked at her. They already knew how they were going to do it all. "Don't worry, we already have a few ideas. We'll all do the decorations, the coordination and maybe even the distraction so she doesn't notice. We'll conjure up something magical for her."

The team organized and staged a seemingly ordinary operation to lure Victoria and you out of the fire station. Meanwhile, the team at Station 19 prepared everything for the big moment. When you both returned, you found the fire station bathed in soft candlelight.

You looked around in surprise, but your surprise turned into slight confusion as you didn't understand what was going on. “Did the power go out?” you whispered to yourself, and shortly after, the whole team appeared on the second floor catwalk. "Welcome to a special evening in our 'Love Station'!"

A trail of rose petals led you both to a lovingly set table on the roof of the fire station.The team had prepared a delicious dinner accompanied by romantic music and a breathtaking view of all of Seattle and the stars that you both enjoyed together.

When the dessert was served, they all came back upstairs and waited for the wonderful moment that they had been waiting for for a long time. Andy was there to hand you an envelope. "This is for you, y/n," she spoke with a wide grin and you hesitantly opened the letter. A handwritten letter was in your hands, with a heartfelt text from Victoria, who expressed her love in romantic sentences and ended with the words 'Will you marry me?'

Surprised and overjoyed, you turned to Victoria, who had already fallen to the floor in front of you on one knee and presented a sparkling engagement ring with both a bright smile and clear tears in her eyes. "Yes. I want to marry you. More than anything."

The team, who had been watching the scene with their hearts pounding, burst into loud cheers and almost simultaneously shouted their congratulations as they approached you one by one and pulled you into their arms. They were all excited to be part of the emerging story of you and Victoria.

It was a moment full of love, friendship and shared history as the fire station became a place where not only flames but hearts were ignited.

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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year

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nice to meet you - peter parker

SUMMARY: after doctor strange wipes everyones memories of peter parker, he meets a girl in a coffee shop

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: none

You absolutely hated living in the city. There was so much crime and violence, there were so many people everywhere. And it smelled disgusting. You were much more of a small town girl, and you missed your hometown more than anything.

You moved to New York for your first year in college at Columbia. If it wasn’t for the scholarship you received, you would have never considered moving to the grimy city. You could admit that it grew on you, slowly. You especially could tolerate it during this time of year.

Christmas in New York was truly magical. The snow, the lights, the music. It so easily became your favorite time of the year.

You also loved Christmas break. No school and plenty of time to yourself. Plenty of time to dedicate to your writing that you put off throughout the school year.

You sat in your usual seat and your favorite cafe, just outside campus. It was the least crowded cafe in the area, and it was the most relaxing. You sipped on your hot chocolate in between typing paragraphs of your short story. You smiled a little at the progress you’d made in the couple hours you’d been sitting there. It was the most you’d written in weeks.

“Going well, hm?” A familiar voice said from behind you, and you tilted your head to see your friend Sarah.

You nodded, “so well,” you said with a happy sigh, leaning back in your chair. “I’m nearly finished.”

Sarah smiled, patting you on the shoulder, “I’m very proud. I’ll grab you a celebratory muffin, on the house.”

You let out a small chuckle at her offer, “I’d love that, thank you.”

Sarah disappeared behind the counter, and you placed your fingers back over the keys, desperate to finish this story before you lost inspiration.

Minutes passed as you typed away, the Christmas tunes in the background playing softly in your ears. Once you typed the last word, you let yourself slump back in the chair with a relieved sigh. You noted the time, and wondered where Sarah was with your celebratory muffin. You were starving.

Your eyes traveled up to the counter where Sarah was helping a customer. You could just see the backside of the man, but once your eyes landed on him you couldn’t tear them away. He was decently tall, dressed in dark jeans and a heavy jacket. His hair, brown and curly sat at the top of his head, pieces of snow and ice mixed in.

After moments of ogling, you made eye contact with Sarah, and your cheeks turned red thinking about how long she had seen you staring at the mystery man. Sarah’s eyes twinkled with an idea, and she looked back and forth between you and the man in front of her.

Your eyes widened as Sarah hit the guys shoulder lightly to get his attention, then pointed over to your table. He turned swiftly, and you directed your gaze to back to your computer, trying to hide from him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back over toward him, and you prayed that if you clicked your heels together 3 times you’d be back in your apartment.

After a couple moments, you assumed he’d gone away, or at least forgotten about whatever Sarah said about you. You brought your eyes up from your computer, and at the exact same moment, a chocolate chip muffin was laid down right in front of you.

You examined the hand next to the muffin. It was… masculine. Definitely not Sarah’s.

Your heart literally skipped a beat when you forced yourself to look up at the owner of the hand, and the giver of the muffin. If there was any word to describe the man you were looking at, you’d have to say it was handsome.

Handsome enough to literally take every word you knew from your brain, leaving you speechless.

“The girl up there, um-” he turned slightly to point to where Sarah had been standing, “told me to bring this over to you?” he said, as if unsure of his own words, and his nervousness made you a little more relaxed. “She also um,” he cleared his throat, “said I should ask if I could join you,” he said quietly with a bashful smile.

You couldn’t stop the smile from playing on your lips at his words and nervous facial expression. His eyes scanned yours, awaiting a response, and you found yourself literally drowning in them. You had never been so lost in someone’s eyes before. You snapped out of it after a few seconds, realizing you hadn’t said a word. “I’m sorry, um, absolutely. Absolutely you can join me,” you breathed out quickly, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

The mystery man’s face broke into a heartwarming smile, and he gratuitously sat down at the table, shrugging off his jacket. He was wearing a simple gray hooded sweatshirt that fit loosely on his figure. His cheeks were red from the cold, making him impossibly cuter.

You finally forced yourself to tear your eyes away from his, knowing that if you kept the eye contact you wouldn’t be able to form any thoughts.

“Thanks for bringing me my muffin,” you said eventually with a smile, tearing off the wrapper.

“No problem. Um, I’m Peter, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

Peter. He looked like a Peter.

You pulled your hand from the muffin and reached out to shake his, “y/n,” you introduced yourself with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in the city?” hopefulness was laced in your voice. With your luck with men, he would be here on business from a far-away country.

He nodded, “yeah, not too far from here. You?”

You took a bite of your muffin and nodded, “I live in an apartment just off campus,” he looked confused for a quick second, so you added, “I go to Columbia.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled with admiration, “Wow, that’s really impressive. Columbia’s a great school. What’s your major?” He leaned forward on the table, resting elbows on the edge.

“Journalism,” you said with a smile. “They have a really great program. I’m really lucky to even be in it,” you shrugged a little.

“I’ve always wished I was good at writing. I’m much more of a math and science guy.”

You chuckled a little, and shook your head profusely, “not me. I’m awful at anything that involves numbers. Maybe you could help me with my statistics homework,” you said, a joking tone in your voice.

Peter smiled, “I’m happy to help if you’ll let me,” he said sincerely.

You let your smile grow, thrown by his real offer. “Yeah?”

Peter nodded, “yeah,” he confirmed.

Peter spent an hour trying to explain the unit you were learning in stats, and with every passing moment you became more embarrassed about your lack of understanding. But Peter was so patient, and so sweet.

He would admit, it was like teaching inferential statistics to a toddler, but he loved every moment of it. He loved the way your eyes twinkled when you found something you understood, and the way you put your head in your hands with a angelic laugh every time you didn’t understand. He would sit in that cafe and teach you anything you wanted for hours upon hours if he could.

Unfortunately for Peter, you glanced at the time on your computer and let out a sigh. “It’s getting late,” you breathed out, followed by an involuntary yawn.

Peters lips twitched into a small frown, but he covered it up quickly with a laugh,“I didn’t even realize it was dark out.”

As you packed up your school things, Peter mentally debated whether or not to ask you for your phone number. In the moment, he wanted nothing more than to see you again.

But a big part of him didn’t want to let anyone know him. He felt like every person that he let in got hurt in some way. Even just knowing Peter Parker, not even Spider-Man, was like a curse.

You were the first person he’d had more than a 2 minute conversation with since Doctor Strange erased his existence. You were the first person he let himself talk to. Now that he thought about it, you may be the only person in the world to know his name.

Peter stared at you shamelessly as you backed your bag up, and slid on your winter coat. He went against every single part of his brain telling him to just leave the cafe and never look back and said, “could I get your phone number?”

You met his eyes with a surprised smile, and you nodded after a second, taking a small step toward him. “Hand me your phone,” you said simply, a smile still playing at your lips.

He did as you instructed, and you typed your number in, sending yourself a quick text so you had his number. You handed it back to him, your fingers grazing along his for a split second.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, his brain effected by the small moment of contact.

You nodded curtly with a smile, and let out a sigh. “I should, um,” you gestured toward the door subtly, mentally slapping yourself in the face. You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t know if Peter wanted to do anything more than teach you statistics. “I should get going. I’m exhausted,” you said with a small chuckle.

Peter nodded understandably, “It was nice to meet you, y/n. I’ll see you again sometime, yeah?”

“Absolutely. It was nice to meet you too, Peter.”

You turned on your heel, walking away from him. He found himself wishing, begging internally that you’d turn back around. You glanced at him one more time through the window of the cafe, sending him one more of your gorgeous smiles. His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled to himself.

He stood in the cafe for a couple moments, reminiscing in the last 3 hours. It was the longest that he hadn’t been completely and utterly alone in nearly a year, so those hours meant everything to him.

He spent the walk back to his apartment, thinking of you. Your laugh played in his head on repeat, never ceasing to bring a smile to his face. He knew how pathetic it seemed that you, a woman he just met in a cafe a few hours ago, were on constant repeat in his head. But you were the only good thing that had come into his life in what felt like a lifetime.

The sound of his creaky apartment door opening is what finally took you from his mind, and he was reminded of what his life really was. He brought his finger up to the light switch, turning it on. The light flickered off much quicker than it flickered on, and Peter let out a scoff.

Peter changed into his pajamas in the corner of his dark apartment. He nearly flinched at the coldness he felt without his jacket and thick jeans. The heat had gone out at his apartment weeks ago, and it was starting to get unbearable. He kicked on his personal heater at the foot of his bed, and got under the many blankets he had piled on his mattress.

He pulled the blankets up to his chin, trying to cover every part of his freezing body. Turning on his side, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep before the night air got too cold for comfort. Peter fell asleep with the image of you in his mind, the only thing that kept his soul warm.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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6.6 gigue

A/N: this is a very old fic, originally posted back on the 12 of march 2022. at first, I didn't really want to repost it because it was one of very the first things I ever wrote (so please don’t judge it), but since it had become a lot of people's comfort fic, I decided to re-edit it and post it again.

warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship, meltdown, crying, public transport, classical music

word count: 1807

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It was a Saturday afternoon. One of the first Saturdays in a long time where Spencer hadn’t been away on a case. So, therefore, the two of you had planned on going to the Smithsonian together.

But now that you were there, it struck you that perhaps a Saturday afternoon was not the best time for you to go to a museum. There were so many people. So many children. Nosy ones at that.

You were truly trying your best to just focus on your wonderful boyfriend and the adorable infodumping that had begun long before you’d even arrived. But everything around you was simply too much, so much in fact that all of the exhibits had begun to be extremely uncomfortable to look at. They just looked chaotic and had way too much going on.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sucked in a shaky inhale.

Ready to move on to the next exhibit, Spencer’s voice slowly became smaller and smaller as he apparently didn’t notice that you weren’t following along.

“Y/n?” you opened your eyes to see him looking back over his shoulder at you with a curious look.

“I, um-…” fuck, you needed to get out of here. Get to somewhere, anywhere that your system could relax. His name fell from your quivering lip, “Spencer.”

At the tone of your voice, he was immediately at your side. “What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s, um, a lot right now,” you shook and waved one hand in front of you, trying to shake it out of you, even just a little bit.

“Okay,” he grabbed ahold of your other hand and held it tight, “do you wanna go?”

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Alright, then we’ll go home.”

Wrapping one arm around your waist, he still clutched on tight to your hand in his, rapidly leading you out, holding you close, just in case you lost your balance.

Weaving through the crowd, he quickly guided you outside, down a few small streets, and then there you were, at the stairs down towards the metro.

Reaching into your pocket, he fished out your metrocard in order for him to swipe it for you. Brushing a thump over your knuckles, he slowly led you down to the stairs, one step at a time. Once you reached the bottom, he linked his arm with yours and kept going.

Struggling to keep your breathing steady, you mumbled to yourself, “okay, we need to take the yellow line, that’s down that hall, how many steps could that be? Maybe 50-70?” trying to grasp onto anything that could distract you.

You were well aware of the fact that Spencer surely knew the answers to all your random questions, but he didn’t cut in to share them. He just franticly looked around, trying his best to navigate the chaos of the city.

Once you reached the platform, the train was already there. A beeping sound was heard, indicating that the doors were about to close, so like the wind, he pulled you in before they got the chance.

“Okay,” he breathed out, “let’s find a place to sit,” looking around and quickly spotting two free seats across from one another.

Sitting down, you grabbed onto both his hands, “how many stops?”

Without even looking up at the map, he answered, “14,” giving your hands a squeeze as you looked down towards the ground. “Do you want your headphones?”

Panic filling your wide eyes, “I-I didn’t take them with me, fuck, I forgot.”

Taking back one hand, he rifled through his satchel and magically fished out your headphones. “I did, I thought you might need them.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“What pocket is your phone in?”

“Left.”

Pulling it out of your coat pocket, he then proceeded to gently pop both pods into your ears and unlocked your phone, turning the noise cancelling function of them on.

Your eyes fluttered at the relief of sudden silence.

Soon music started playing and it felt like a warm blanket was wrapping around you, protecting you from the outside world. You had listened to this song a thousand times and immediately recognized it.

Fairytales: II. In E major.

Leaning your head against the wall, you looked at Spencer, his eyes finally lifting from your phone to meet your own.

Seeing your body language change, he scooted closer to you, gazing into your glossy eyes and taking very clear deep breaths for you to mimic. And so, you did. Watching as his chest rose and fell and feeling his hot breath against your balled-up hands as he exhaled.

The simple sounds of piano trilled out in your ears as the next song began. But this one you also recognized immediately and found Spencer’s eyes, asking him quietly, “are you playing my nightmare playlist?” and he nodded, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

One of the first times the two of you had slept beside each other, you had a terrible nightmare, as you tend to do. It was one of those where your body still has to react to whatever happened in the dream when you finally woke up, get some of the emotions out. That was the night you had shown him the playlist. A collection of the most calming of your favourite songs. The two of you had ended up just lying there, cuddling and listening to all the tunes. After that, he had begged you to add a few of his favourite niche Mozart songs that fit in with the sound that all the other ones had.

After all this time, his memory still occasionally shocked you. You’d half expected him to just press play on the abba song that your spotify had been left on, but he didn’t, he remembered. He knew how soothing the strings of Peter Gregson’s modern recomposing of Bach’s cello suite was to you. He knew you.

“I love you.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, he lifted your hands up to his lips and gave them a soft peck. Noticing just how cold they had gotten, he kept them pressed up against his cheek, leaning into them.

A few minutes later a fair amount of the people around you got off, clearing a spot with two seats right next to each other. Spencer quickly nodded in that direction as if to ask you if you wanted to move over there. Nodding in response, he practically lifted you out of your seat and into the recently vacated one.

Now that he was once again beside you, you let your head slump down to meet his shoulder and stared down at his left palm.

Turning it in yours and studying it well, you traced all of the veins with your finger, pressing down on a few of the ones that poked out, and at the end, your fingers came to tap his, playing at them like you were the one creating the music in your ears.

It took a few tries before he caught your attention, motioning up to the map to show you that the next stop was yours. Helping you up, he guided you to wait at the doors. Hugging him tightly, you felt the metro’s motions rock the both of you for the last few minutes of your ride.

And right before the doors swooshed open, he looked down and caught your eye, giving you a small nod as if to ask you if you were ready, then promptly flashed you a tight smile as you nodded back.

Luckily, his apartment was just around the corner from this metro station, so it didn’t take too long before you were looking up at the shining number 23 on his front door.

You were absolutely exhausted, leaning against your boyfriend as he fumbled with the keys.

With the click of the lock, you straightened your back. Opening the door, he pulled you inside and immediately when it closed behind you, you pulled out your headphones and tugged them back into your pocket.

You welcomed the quiet of the apartment with open arms. It was also an alarmingly clear sign for your body to comprehend that it was now in a safe space, so finally, it let go.

Hyperventilating, you ripped off the uncomfortable clothes on your body. Shoes, coat, off, off. But when even that wasn’t enough, you marched to the bedroom and pick out some pyjamas to switch your current garb out with.

Once they were on, you slumped down on the bed, hugging a pillow tight and letting the tears flow.

Hearing footsteps approach, you looked up to see Spencer, simply sitting down beside you and laying his hand out, palm up, just in case you wanted to hold it.

Taking it in yours, the two of you just sat there, waiting it out.

You didn’t really know how long you sat there, but when it did pass, the two of you had morphed into cuddling session that lasted the rest of the day. At some point, one of you popped one of the star wars movies on, just as a soothing background noise.

When that day was finally through, when it had finally become time for you to go to bed, you uttered, “I’m sorry that I ruined your day off.”

“Hey,” his tone almost made him sound like he was offended, “you did not ruin anything. I don’t care where we are or what we are doing, just as long as I am with you.”

“But you didn’t get to see that new exhibit you were talking about and it’s my fault because you had to take care of me,” you looked down at your feet.

“First of all, that exhibit will be there for many months, I have plenty of time to see it. And secondly, it was all you, you did all the work, I was just like a dog tugging on the leash for you to go in a certain direction, you cannot give me all the credit, I don’t deserve that. You do. You’re the one who knows your body the best and knows, and actually listens and respects its signals. That was all you. I just happen to be there.”

Sucking in a deep breath, you let his words sink in.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met,” he admitted, “I often think about how much I wish I was more like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Reaching out to grab his hand, you then promptly yawned. Pulling you closer by the hold he now had on you, he placed a small kiss on your forehead and changed the subject, “are you ready to do to bed?”

“Yeah, I feel like a zombie,” you fought to keep your eyes open, feeling his lips press against the tip of your nose, “but also like I ran a marathon.”

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transformation4life · 11 months

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Do The Chul Dance!

"Alright Darren, get ready!" The dance director shouted with his megaphone.

Darren the scrawny white man walked onto the stage.

"Okay Darren, we need you to do something like those KPOP stars now chop chop!" The director waved his baton.

"U-Um sir... I don't... watch KPOP-"

"Nonsense! Just feel it in your body!" The director interrupted Darren.

"N-Not to be mean sir but I'm just a an american white guy..." Darren isn't korean let alone someone that's ever left the U.S. so he wasn't sure how he could "feel it in your body".

Infact this whole gig was weird from the start. Darren was an amateur dancer and was trying to find a bit of work to fund his student loans and this job just came to him on a phone ad one day.

Dance like a star!

Get money and change your life!

K-Star~

The tagline was a bit weird but money is money. But now... he was at a loss.

"Now now darling, how about you put these on!" The director got out of his chair and handed Darren an impressive pair of shades with Darren reluctantly putting the eye covers.

"Let's take it from the top! Show your korean gusto, Darren!" The director shouted into the megaphone once more

"S-Sir... like I told you before I-I'm america-"

"What are you talking about my good chap? Being korean was part of the sign up process. You are 100% one!"

"But I'm not-"

"You are Korean. Always have been," The moment the words left the director's mouth Darren's new shades began to glow and Darren's body began to change.

Darren lost a bit of muscle as he became a bit skinnier while his face was restructured to be much more authentically korean with narrower eyes, a bit plumper lips and slimmer nose. The final physical change for now was Darren's becoming a bit tanner. Memories of being on American soil all Darren's life were replaced with memories of korean city skylines and immigrating at age 20. Despite it all he's somehow pretty good with english but still stumbles from time to time. Darren's mom was always enamored with american names so she named his son with one.

"Ah, right. So sorry! Don't know what came over me!" A korean accent quickly overtook Darren's former voice like it always been there.

"No worries no worries! Now you said your name was Darren correct? That's not a very korean name is it? Why did your parents choose it?" The director gave a curious smirk.

"Oh! Well my mom has always been fascinated with american culture so she named me something american so she felt like it was always a part of her life-"

"Good. Great. Fantastic even. Just one tiny problem with that. It says on this paper here your name is 황철순..."

"Hwang Chul Soon? Like the famous bodybuilder? Oh please the fact we're the same race is more insane than anything let alone me sharing the same name as him-"

"Your name is definitely 황철순," the shades glowed again as Darren's or rather Chul's timeline was changed to fit the director's vision.

Chul's mother never had a knack for american culture. Instead it was just pure coincidence that he would share the name of famous South Korean Bodybuilder Hwang Chul Soon. Chul felt like he never deserved the name and yet he still had it.

"Apologies. I slipped up again... yes... my name is 황철순... But can we get to the dancing now? You've been asking a lot of questions-"

"It's all part of our process for a perfect korean dancer, Chul! Just a bit more now!" The director smiled

"Okay... what else do you want from me?"

"Hmm... how well do you know your korean?"

"I was born and raised there so I would say it's about as perfect as it can be..."

"Excellent! How about your english? Doing good on that front?"

"My english? Not too bad... I do fumble a bit sometimes though,"

"그래�� 당신이 말하는 것은 당신이 더 이상 영어를 몰라도 괜찮다는 것입니까?" (So what you're saying is that you wouldn't mind not knowing english anymore?)

"어… 뭐?" (Uh... what?)

"당신은 더 이상 영어를 모른다," (You don't know english anymore.) The shades shining glory returned and absorbed all knowledge of the english language from Chul. Despite immigrating to America he never quite figured out the language so he stayed in mostly korean immigrant areas leading to this korean dance company.

"...더 이상? 그래 내가 영어를 전혀 못하잖아..." (…Anymore? Well yeah I don't speak english like at all…)

"좋아요! 스타가 될 순수한 한국인!" (That's right! A pure korean that will be a star!) The director was being especially loud this time.

"어… 그래? 난 널 위해 한 번도 춤을 춰본 적 없어-" (Uh… yea I guess? I haven't even danced once for you-)

"나는 당신의 조급함을 이해합니다 하지만 여기서 거의 끝났습니다. 조금만 기다려줘 알았지? (I understand your impatience but we're almost done here. Just wait a bit for me okay?) The director gave a look that gave Chul chills in his spine.

"자, 당신의 체격을 어떻게 설명하시겠습니까?" (Now, how would you describe your physique?)

"오, 별거 아니에요 선생님… 저는 평생 체육관에 가본 적이 없어요. 황철순 같은 사람과 이름을 공유하는 것조차 의욕이 없었어요-" (Oh, it's not much sir… I've never been to the gym all my life. Even sharing a name with someone like Hwang Chul Soon I've just never been motivated to-)

"무의미한 말! 당신은 신의 체격을 가지고 있습니다! 누구나 당신이 되고 싶어할 것입니다!" (Nonsense! you have the physique of the gods! Anyone would want to be you!)

"부럽긴한데 근육이 거의없어서..." (I'm flattered but I barely have any muscle… ) Chul twiddled his thumbs in shame

"나한테 거짓말 할 필요 없어 철. 카리스마처럼 근육이 엄청나다!" (You don't need to lie to me Chul. your muscles are huge just like your charisma!)

"선생님… 저는 그 둘 다 가지고 있지 않습니다-" (Sir... I have neither of those-)

"신의 근육과 고기 가득한 근육과 HIGH 카리스마," (You have the muscles of gods and the pecs full of meat and HIGH charisma.) The shades shone like never before as Chul began to pack on muscle at an alarming rate.

First there was the massive biceps, then the faint appearance of a sixpack with Chul's back widening soon as his neck become thicker and his adam's apple more prominent. The star of his upper half began to show itself as his flat rack became massive chunks of meat that could rival the most gifted of women. Chul got a bit taller as his swishy pants rode up exposing the thicker legs that he just obtained. A smirk overcame Chul as his hairstyle become much more suave and he threw his lousy shirt side exposing his new muscle body and charisma.

"알아차리셨다니 다행입니다! 이제 충분히 말하고 더 춤추세요!" (So glad you noticed! Now enough talking and more DANCING!) Chul's new charisma immediately showed itself as Chul began to show his moves.

"내가 찾고 있는 바로 그 철! 나를 위해 밈 댄스를 해주세요!" (That's the Chul I'm looking for! Do a memey dance for me!) Chul nodded and began his routine.

"그리고…. 플렉스!" (And... Flex!) Chul walked up to the stage and flexed to the director.

"잘했어 철! 당신은 당신의 분대에 완벽합니다. 당신은 내일 시작합니다." (Great job Chul! You're perfect for your squad. You start tomorrow.) The director stood up and clapped.

"이런 기회를 주셔서 정말 감사합니다 선생님. 내일 봐요!" (Thank you so much for this opportunity sir. See you tomorrow!) Chul waved goodbye to the director and left the building.

With no one in the room the director began to laugh manically.

"Heh... another transformation complete I almost surprise myself with my power. I'm going to have the greatest bodybuilding dance group known to HUMANITY!" The director laughed even harder.

"Poor ol' Darren..." The director pulled up a picture of Chul or rather Darren.

"He doesn't know anything... how much happier he is now."

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duskyashe · 1 year

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NaNoWriMo Day #8

[masterlist] [part two]

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It was summer break, and Danny was lost in the Infinite Realms. He wasn't too worried, now that he'd officially been crowned the High King, his subjects had mostly stopped attacking Amity Park, and he was eager to finally get some exploring done now that he could take a break. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker knew Danny was, his parents thought he was spending the week at Tucker's, and he had Clockwork's promise that Danny would make it home by the end of the week no matter how long he was stuck in the Realms, so he was golden. The only thing he'd forgotten was the map of the Infinite Realms that would tell him where he was and how to get back home, but he'd been working with Wulf on making his own portals, so if he really needed to, he had a way out.

But that was just in case, for now, he was just having fun being lost. There were so many things to see and places to explore! Like where he was exploring currently, it was this old gothic theatre with surrounding alleys, there were hidey-holes and hidden storage rooms, and there was an old fashioned elevator floor, this place had everything!

"Martha, there seems to be someone here," a man's voice came from around the corner ahead of him. Danny froze, not sure what to do. W-was this someone's haunt?! It didn't look occupied when he first found it!

"Oh, the poor dear! I thought Bruce had put an end to theatre shootings, though?" A woman, likely Martha, responded. She sounded genuinely worried and confused as to why he was there, and that... That gave Danny pause. Because that wasn't the normal reaction of a ghost whose haunt had been intruded upon.

The man sighed. "Martha, dear, you know he prefers to go by Batman when wearing the cowl. I've told you before, we should respect our son's wishes."

Their son is Batman?! Does that mean Batman's a ghost?

"I know, I know, but Thomas, that's not the important part! There's someone in the theatre when there shouldn't be! What if they're hurt, or lost, or confused? We need to help them!" Martha exclaimed.

Danny took an unneeded breath and floated forward, a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh, hi there," he said, giving a small wave. In front of him were two gothically dressed ghosts, one male and the other female. The woman, Martha, was wearing a dark green and black striped ball gown, a line of golden buttons decorating the front of the bodice. Thomas, her partner, was wearing a matching green overcoat with black trim, and a matching pair of black dress pants and dress shirt, with a classy top hat, golden buttons, and cufflinks to finish the look. They both had black hair and glowing blue eyes, and both had a small golden bat pinned to their chest above their hearts. They both seemed surprised to see him, maybe they expected him to be hiding somewhere deeper in the theatre?

Martha seemed to come to her senses before Thomas, and was soon hovering right in front of him, pale fingers ghosting over his face and arms with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're just a child! You poor dear, you must be so confused! Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? You certainly don't feel like one of ours, were you visiting Gotham when you died?"

Danny leaned back slightly, flustered and unsure what she was talking about. "I, uh, I've never been to Gotham? I was born and raised in Amity Park? I-I technically died there, too, but that's a bit of a story. Um, what exactly do you mean, I don't feel like one of yours?"

Turned out, if someone highly influential to a city or town died in either a highly traumatic or a sufficiently influential way, they became the spirit of that city or town. Thomas and Martha Wayne were highly respected and looked up to by all of Gotham before they were murdered, and while their deaths weren't exactly traumatic enough at the time for them to have become the spirits of Gotham, they did inspire their son, well known billionaire Bruce Wayne, to become the vigilante and Justice League founder Batman. Once Batman became well known across Gotham, the couple were elevated in status and the previous spirit of Gotham was relieved of their duties. A brief tangent revealed that the spirit of a city or a town had different duties depending on what their city or town needed. For Gotham, and more specifically Thomas and Martha, it was being a beacon of hope and change as well as helping their family's fight to better the city and minimize crime.

"So," Danny said slowly. "Because I'm the protector of Amity Park, does that make me Amity's spirit?"

Thomas shook his head. "It doesn't quite work like that, son. Not every town or every city has a spirit, and a city or town spirit can't be less than fully dead, unlike other powerful positions, such as the High King."

"Not to mention," Martha spoke up, "that as the High King, you can't hold any other ghostly position of power, or else the balance would destabilize, sending all of reality into chaos. As such, the oaths of the High King include the renouncing of any and all former ghostly appointments that might interfere with the balance. It's part of why the Observants never tried taking the throne from Pariah Dark, to be honest."

Danny sat there, thinking over everything he'd just learned. Honestly, he'd learned more about his kingdom, subjects, and the culture that goes with it in one conversation than he had in the entire time he'd been a halfa. "There's so much I don't know, isn't there?" Danny asked after a moment.

Thomas and Martha smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry," Thomas said as he put an arm around Danny's shoulder. "You have time to learn it all, though some of this you really should have learned before making your oaths. I'd like to have words with your guardian, they appear to have been slacking in their duties."

Danny's mind blanked. Guardian? Surely, not his parents. Though. This seemed to be another ghostly thing, so probably—"Clockwork? Or... Maybe Pandora, or Frostbite? I'm... Not actually sure who my guardian is, are they supposed to let me know they're my guardian? Also, how does that work, how does someone become the guardian of a younger ghost?"

"You don't know your own guardian?" Martha cried in disbelief.

"Danny, may I take a look at your core? I feel we'll get more answers that way, but I wouldn't want to impose," Thomas asked gently.

"Why would that be an imposition?" Danny asked.

Martha gently took his hand in hers. "A ghost's core makes up everything that is them, their likes, their dislikes, their personality, their obsession, even their bonds. To let someone look at your core is to trust them with your very soul. Never let someone look at your core unless you trust them with everything you hold dear, alright?"

Shocked, Danny nodded. There was a lot he didn't know. "O-okay, um, yeah, you can look at it, Thomas," he breathed shakily. "I trust you."

Danny did not have a guardian. He had fright-mates in the form of his liminal sister and friends, but he didn't have a guardian or really any other bonds. Thomas raged and Martha cried and the both of them begged him to choose someone to be his guardian. He was a baby ghost, halfa or not, and his core needed the support of a guardian in order to not overwork itself trying to protect him, and end up hurting him instead, potentially permanently. They cautioned him that, with how powerful he already was, his guardian would have to be quite powerful, themselves, like an ancient or a tribe leader. When Danny asked if a city spirit or two would work, they both hugged him so tightly and so warmly that he melted into the embrace, frozen tears falling from his eyes.

"So, does this make me Batman's little brother?" Danny asked with a sniffle sometime later, after the couple agreed to be Danny's guardians.

Martha gasped and put a hand to her mouth, looking to Thomas with mirth in her eyes. "Bruce always wanted a sibling, growing up," she agreed with a laugh.

Thomas smiled at both of them. "Danny even looks the part when he's human!"

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Two weeks after Danny's ghostly adoption saw Danny giggling to himself as he walked up the front steps of Wayne Manor with his backpack hanging from his shoulder. He knocked politely and waited for Alfred, the butler and his brother's father figure, to answer. When he did, he took one look at Danny and smirked. "They're in the family media room, master Danny. Would you like some tea?"

Danny grinned and nodded. "You're the man, Alfred. They suspect anything?"

"Not a thing, master Danny. I shall be recording everything via the security cameras, just as the master and madam requested. Nothing will be missed. I'll bring the tea in when things have calmed down," Alfred said as he started walking back to the kitchen.

He suppressed a maniacal laugh. This was going to be awesome.

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MWAHAHA!!! I SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO WORK IN A WAY OF ADDING ONTO THIS FICLET WITH AN ALREADY EXISTING PROMPT!ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ Now. If someone could find me the post about the spirits of cities, specifically Gotham, that'd be great. I know there IS one, cuz that's what spawned the fic "A Change in Management" over on AO3 (I'll provide a link and proper citing later), I just can't find it (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

I'm really happy I managed to finish this, because holy heck, my day was just... Really crazy (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）but it was worth it for y'all (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp crossover #fanfic #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 8 #lol Danny got adopted by a Wayne #it's just not who you'd expect!#thomas wayne #martha wayne #they're the spirits of Gotham now. you can't tell me otherwise #if i find/track down/get tagged in the Tumblr post i mentioned #I'll write a sequel for this later this month #it will happen eventually #but it'll happen sooner if I'm not the one tracking the post down

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rippersz · 1 year

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𝒯𝑜 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃:

(A Larissa Weems x fem!reader fanfic) (Part 6)

(Part 5) (Part 4) (Part 3) (Part 2) (Part 1)

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“... you weren’t waiting on me, were you?”

Oh how you missed that voice. It had started fading from your memory over the days, slowly becoming another thing of the past. You tried to hold onto it, really you did, but the longer it lingered the longer you began to doubt yourself. Perhaps it was just another thing potentially misremembered… or worse- made up. Hallucinated just like the rest of the stranger; created by your own mind to keep you company at night when you imagined that voice whispering to you. All dulcet tones and refined annunciation and a lingering deep bass and a hidden world of so many things to say. Things that would never be said because, then again, perhaps it had been, in the end, all a dream…

Though on that bench, on that early Saturday morning, with the drowsiness of others acting as a shield and the hustle of the city becoming a shroud, it became clear that perhaps you hadn’t been dreaming at all.

That perhaps- maybe, by some miracle- the stranger was real….

…and that perhaps- maybe, by some miracle- she was standing to your right with her purse held at her side.

The speed it took you to turn so quickly nearly had you cracking your own neck, but the dull ache followed the rest of the world and gently faded away the exact moment you saw her again.

Oh… oh…

…and what a moment it was…

…Like the first sip of water swallowed after days in the desert. Like fresh air after staying inside for too long. Like the rays of the sun’s warmth on your freezing skin. Like seeing the first kind face following years of complete solitude. Like finally greeting the beach again and running into the ocean’s waves. Like seeing a snack in some random convenience store that you used to eat when you were younger - remembering it with nostalgic delight. Like purchasing that snack and feeling your entire day lighten up because you were excited to try it as soon as you got home. Like experiencing those random moments of gratefulness; with the sudden brilliant urge of living spilling into your bones - making you happy, even for just a second, that you had lived past your teenage years.

That’s what seeing her again felt like. That’s what a close-up look at her- with those beige heels and that beautiful white wrap dress and that beige overcoat and those black leather gloves- felt like. A sweet reunion, an old ‘hello’, a silent ‘thank god’ and a swift breath of relief because she had come back and she was okay. She looked healthy and happy and okay. And her eyes… once you finally managed to pull your gaze from her figure to her face- her eyes- those eyes…

Staring down at you, swimming with amusement, glowing with interest. Looking expectantly, though you didn’t know for what. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do; when she looked like that? When somehow, up close, she seemed far more dream-like than before? When the snow of her hair suddenly became a halo and the red of her lips became a metaphor for tearing your heart out through your chest and eating it in front of you? Because that’s what she was doing; standing there, holding the world together with a small smile on her porcelain face and your heart held in her jaw. Looking at you as if you were somehow capable of finally talking to the woman you had been infatuated with for weeks; the same one that had disappeared off the face of the Earth and left you desolate and lost. As if you wouldn’t possibly die on the spot when trying to talk to her for the first time ever.

Though… though maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe, there was a chance you wouldn’t actually combust upon opening your mouth and saying hello. For when you found yourself still breathing, sitting there and staring up at her like an idiot, you also FINALLY found your common sense.

“Um- s-sorry, what did you say?” She had spoken, yes, but virtually none of her well-pronounced words registered within your little shell-shocked mind.

Thank goodness the stranger didn’t seem to care much as the corners of her lips quirked up into a larger pleased smile.

“May I sit next to you?”

That wasn’t what she had said originally, you knew, but still you responded immediately with a nod. Of course she could sit next to you! She could sit next to you every day. Every day until the day you suddenly proposed and you two got married and then grew old together and visited that bench all the time and then died together happily side by side like fated souls. She could sit next to you until time itself stopped and until red became blue and 5 became 4 and left became right and up became down and until the world decided to end.

As it were, she had already crossed over to your left. And as it were, your time was slipping. The stranger was there- the opportunity had presented itself- and to pass it up, to let her go again, would be the worst decision of your life. And a glimpse into your future, brief and fleeting and full of dull days and filled notebooks and wanting eyes- desperate for a chance to see white hair and red lips- forced you back into action.

“Of course,” you replied hastily, instantly shuffling over until you nearly fell off the bench.

She sat with grace, arranging her legs politely and crossing them at the ankle as her purse fit into her lap like a puzzle piece. It felt quite strange, suddenly seeing the object of your affections sitting beside you; as though you had somehow teleported to the other side of the platform and it was just another regular weekday and you had ended up at her side by chance. Thank goodness that wasn’t the case, for she approached you first. And she asked to sit down first. And your little heart was pounding desperately at your rib cage, eager to tear itself from your chest and end up in her gloved hands.

“Do you come here everyday?” You turned to your left, seeing her eyes fixated on you. Curiosity bloomed within them - and a wave of embarrassment filled your blood.

“Um yes. Yeah, I do. It’s like a- a hobby kind of. Um- people watching,” you gestured lamely to the crowd, using that chance to break eye-contact. Keeping it, you found, was very difficult. As if, in the span of a millisecond, she could see right through your soul and peer into the chambers of your heart, only to find a room there filled with little snapshots of her. Like polaroids thumb-tacked to a bedroom wall.

“I see…,” the little smile that curled at those red lips then was so inviting and so warm and so welcoming that you wanted nothing more than to lean over and hold her face and kiss her breathless.

Of course, despite that want, you forced yourself to stay still. And with that, a comfortable silence fell. The peacefulness was not lost on you. Even as the busy city went about its way, never stopping for anyone’s odd reunion with the stranger they missed; with all of its lights and sounds and people… even then, somehow, it was peaceful. Or maybe it was just the stranger’s presence at your side. Maybe it was just the way her eyes did as yours used to do before she came along and perused the early morning crowd with interest. Or maybe it was her posture, straight and strong but entirely natural; as though she weren’t forcing it in order to come across as intimidating but that it was merely engraved in who she was. Like a proper lady with proper standards. Like someone who grew up with eyes on them all the time. You briefly wondered if that was indeed the case. She seemed so… prim and proper, for lack of a better vocabulary. Very clean and very strict with herself, if not with others.

“Didn’t anyone teach you it’s a bit rude to stare?” Her tone was light and cut through your little cloud of curiosity like a hot knife through butter.

You blinked, suddenly wrenching your eyes away from her figure and sticking them somewhere else. Embarrassment gripped your heart. “I- well I guess not…” and because you had no self control whatsoever, you chanced a glance at her again. Her eyes weren’t even on you. She just felt the heat of your gaze all by itself. “But, I think you’d know the answer to that by now.” And it was true. You stared at her so often that it was really quite alarming.

But a sound that spoke all of her truths met your ears and instantly set you at ease. The softest huff of laughter, as if to say ‘touche’, was breathed into the morning air. You felt elated.

“I suppose you’re right,” the stranger adjusted herself slightly, “though for a bit there I thought you might have been blind.” She was referring to the beginning days, you were sure. When you used to sit across from her and stare until your eyes grew watery, thinking that she wouldn’t notice simply because she didn’t look back at you. Of course you were wrong then.

“Oh… right,” you winced internally, quite ashamed by your behavior. “Listen, hey, I’m really sorry for that-” you started, hissing a breath through your teeth, before swiftly being stopped by a gloved hand elegantly raising itself into the air.

“There is no need to apologize,” the stranger said gently before turning to you, sapphire eyes starting a blaze in your bones, “once I got over the initial worry, I saw that you were just a… curious soul.” She hesitated slightly at the end, and you watched (a little bit enchanted) as her eyebrows creased for just a moment. There was wonder to her but you noticed the politeness - she didn’t think you were a stalker but it was hard to describe you as anything else. Curious soul was the best thing you’d been called in a while.

“No you’re right. You’re absolutely right, I have- um- a habit of doing that.” You assured her, clearing your throat and discreetly wiping the sweat from your palms onto your pants.

She regarded you with an interesting look then. Scanning you from head to toe and back again; deciphering the world in you that never got the chance to introduce itself to anyone else; finding secrets in the way your blouse shifted beneath the fabric of your thin cardigan; noting the way the cold made you shiver. Before she came along, you were minutes away from standing up and going home as the chill (at the time) had been biting at your skin. Of course, now that she was there… well home could be left without you for at least a little while longer.

“Of doing what?”

You looked at her, finding your eyes tracing a path from the shape of her neck all the way up to her hairline as you felt your eyebrows furrow. What did she mean?

“What?”

The stranger tilted her head and you felt butterflies land on the curved rungs of your ribcage.

“You said you had a habit of doing ‘that’,” she pointed out, “I’m merely curious as to what you mean.”

Ah. Right. That. It took you a moment to search your brain for an answer - but everything you came across just sounded odd. You had a habit of doing many things. Falling in love with strangers in the train station, for example. Or going to work without breakfast, or falling back into a bad sleep schedule. Or filling your waking hours with the kind of daydreaming that saw you burning time and only blinking back into reality when more than half the day was gone. That last one in particular was the worst - though you’d never tell her that.

“Oh yeah. I meant um…” Honestly? You weren’t entirely sure what you meant, but the only thing that came to mind was, of course, the only thing that slipped off of your tongue unbidden. “Admiring.” Oh you could have just slapped yourself.

“Admiring?”

“...Mhm.”

In your peripheral vision, you saw the stranger roll the concept around in her mind. She seemed a little surprised by your admission, but not upset. That was a good sign, no? The fact that she hadn’t made a disgusted expression or got up and walked away entirely was proof that things were going better than you had hoped. That could have been the pessimism talking - or the nerves that made your heart beat float in and out of your ears. Either way, she was still there. Next to you. And after a second, a little smile painted her full lips once more.

“So you admire everyone you come across?” She teased, leaning toward you for a moment as if gossiping with a familiar friend. You really couldn’t help but smile at that.

“No!” You rolled your eyes playfully, overcome with a happiness that sparked from her demeanor. She was glad to be beside you, and if not glad, then at least happy. It was refreshing. It was a dream come true. “You were just… just… I don’t know,” with a shrug, you looked at her - silently begging the stranger to cut you some slack.

She did no such thing, and instead, slowly raised a blonde eyebrow. She was curious. And who were you to withhold the truth from her?

“I- um….,” you took a deep breath before shifting in your spot to face the stranger head-on. Her eyes, oh so blue and oh so sublime, ran over your features like a silk cloth being pulled softly along skin. In the moment, it felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Because there she was, in all of her anonymity and universe-breaking beauty, and there you were… staring at her. Constantly. As if she hung the moon and stars. As if she created the heavens. As if she placed the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies in each other’s paths and was planning on watching them collide with never-ending excitement. Hell, for all you knew, she very well could have done all of that. Anything was possible, you figured, after being introduced to the concept of Nevermore Academy. It was a school somewhere in the states, but one you’d most likely never get the pleasure of visiting- considering you weren’t ‘one of them’. That is, to say, an outsider. An outcast. That word in particular struck a negative cord within you, but if they were reclaiming such a name, then all power to them. It was a little strange to think that those with abilities were around you each day - at work, on the street, even in the station. The same station you sat in, with the same angel at your side. Looking at her, you wondered briefly if she was an outcast- one that went to Nevermore in her youth and learned how to spread her wings in the world, but swiftly pushed the thought from your head. There was something about her, yes, but some people were known to be magnetic. You sensed that she was one of them. And, really, honestly, that’s exactly what you wanted to say.

You just wanted to open your mouth and continue your sentence and let it all spill out and say “I- um…. no. No, I don’t just admire anyone I meet. But I admire people like you - who can sit in some random train station all by themselves and draw the eyes of literally every single person who walks by. Someone who stands out from everybody else in every way imaginable; who just doesn’t look like they fit in. But in a good way! You don’t fit in but it’s in the best way possible because, honestly? Who even wants to fit in these days? That sounds terribly boring! And I know you agree- looking as you do and walking as you do and peering at me with those eyes of yours that I could just get lost in for eternity… I mean really, how do you even GET eyes like that? They’re so… they’re so lovely… I don’t think I’ve ever known anything better… And-”

The sudden ear-splitting screech of train wheels against tracks pushed you out of your momentary fog. Barely a second had passed while you daydreamed (thank the gods), meaning the stranger still blinked at you expectantly. With that eyebrow raised and those lips relaxed into the sweetest curve you’d ever seen…

“..um…” You scrambled around in your head, grasping for something- anything!- to say to her.

But, unfortunately, you were too late.

Her head turned, you saw, and her eyes glanced at the train numbers and the lit up sign above you. And with that look- because you noticed it after spending such a long time people watching- your heart drooped. Like wilted leaves on a dying flower. A sigh got caught in your throat as the stranger turned back to you. Her hands were already reaching for her purse, and it took every ounce of willpower that you had to hold yourself back from lunging forward and grasping her gloved palms and insisting she stay with you instead of disappearing again. Because what if she didn’t come back? What if you lost your chance by wasting too much time and worrying too much and thinking too much and not cherishing the moment you had with her? What if she suddenly had to escape the country and you’d never see her again? What would you do- now that you had seen her? Now that you knew she was real? What would you do if you never saw your brilliant stranger again? Would you just be two ships passing in the night, as most others were? Just two captains on their ships in the dead of a calm and foggy sea, holding lanterns and raising them up to their eyes upon seeing another glow in the distance? Just two captains that smiled when realizing the other was an ally and greeting each other with a kind ‘good evening!’ before floating on your separate ways? Was that the fate you were meant to endure? Oh gods you really really hoped not.

“I apologize; I’m afraid I have to cut this short,” she smiled apologetically.

You shook your head instantly and shrugged, ignoring the tug in your heart. Ignoring its cries of ‘So soon?! No!!’. “Don’t even worry about it. Just get home safely, okay?” You looked at her hopefully, returning the smile and allowing warmth to seep into your expression.

She enjoyed the sight of that, you saw. Her eyes lit up a bit more and her cheeks seemed to glow a soft red. It was a lovely sight.

“I shall. And you must as well.” She said as she stood, ever the graceful woman, and walked off toward the train.

Oh she was so tall… and so strapping… such a gorgeous stranger….

“Wait!”

She stopped and met your gaze, letting others slide past her and murmur half-hearted complaints about stopping in the middle of a crowd. You swallowed, trying not to beam.

“What- what’s your name? I never got it!” You yelled over the bustle.

And the seconds that followed that moment were ones you’d never forget. Not in a million years. For it was as though the world had come to a stop- as though the universe was making way for the most beautiful phenomenon to ever happen within space and time. Everything grew fuzzy, the people faded out of focus, and for a good bit there it was just her. Her, her, her. Beneath a makeshift spotlight that your mind conjured just for the stranger. And she took advantage of that moment; of you asking her name; of the world slowing down like something out of a romantic movie; and decided to smile. Not just a normal smile, not just a glow or a simper, but a grin. A true, red-lipped, white perfectly imperfect toothed grin that contorted her face into the prettiest picture you’d ever seen. It was so sweet, so sincere, so ‘on the fly’ and so quick that you very nearly missed the response she gave you.

“Larissa!”

And then the world snapped back into place.

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Part 6! Please let me know your thoughts on the reader's identification. (Y/N, an oc of mine, a universal name but no description, etc.) I'll be honest: I'm not entirely sure as to where this is going just yet, but I'll figure it out. Also considering posting it on Ao3. Thoughts? <3 - Ripley

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#wednesday netflix #larissa weems x reader #fanfic #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #fanfiction #larissa weems #fanfictionwriter #wlw fanfic #wednesday fanfic #gwendoline christie #principal weems

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icy-watch · 3 months

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That was so cute and wholesome. Aaaaah.

Um. Yeah. Just me crying over here.

I'm not really sure what to expect of the next season, but I was told it's called Master of the Mountain.

No idea what that could really mean, but I'm guessing there's a mountain and some guy who's the master of it. And that's really about all I have.

So, since this is the end of Prime Empire, I'll be watching the shorts tomorrow that explain some things. So, a chill day tomorrow. Until then!

Correct and incorrect predictions under the cut.

Correct

Unagami is one of the people in charge? Or an AI? Unagami is an AI and he was in charge.

Milton Dyer created Unagami. Yes.

The ninja will listen to Okino as he helps them thru Terra Kerana. They did, and Lloyd got a new dad.

Okino became more cognizant while he was with the ninja. He's also going to Go Thru It. He learned so much, and he gained so much more. Gained more Trauma, that is.

Unagami is an AI that gathered some consciousness. He did.

Unagami wants to go to Ninjago to find Milton Dyer. He did, and he was reunited with his dad after they had an emotional talk. The emotional one was me. I'm a wreck.

The ninja being out of credits will be important later. Meanwhile, in the very next episode...

The race is going to be the next episode. It was!

Seven will make it past the fourth mile marker. She did!

Rescue mission to recover Zane from the Mechanic. Surprisingly, yes, in the same episode as the background of Milton and Unagami.

Unagami is going to visit Ninjago, and he's going to bring some friends. It's not going to go well for Ninjago. The city has been in worse shapes after the final battle, but there was some damage. And people might have been injured.

We're going to lose Nya. She got rubix cubed, just like everybody else.

A confrontation between Milton and Unagami. TT__TT Yes.

Milton won't die.

Incorrect

Evil video game. Just a normal video game that was abandoned, and the AI in charge lashed out.

Milton Dyer was pulled into the game. He was just in hiding.

It will be a few more episodes before the rest of the ninja make it into Prime Empire. They made it in during the very next episode.

The motherboard needs to be inserted back into the arcade game for everyone to be able to return to Ninjago. A giant gateway also works.

It'll be a hot minute before the other ninja find Jay in Prime Empire. They were told where to find him in the very end of the next episode.

The League of Jay will be helpful down the line. They really just helped out that 1 time and that was it. We were cheated out of some more Jays all season.

Unagami is an old enemy with a new alias. Boy was I wrong there.

Lloyd will be the first ninja to lose all his lives. *crying about Cole and Kai*

The ninja are going to return to Scott's garage to find it trashed and him missing. He was alive and well, until Seven showed up.

Time flows different in Prime Empire than it does in Ninjago. I thought I had something, but it was a nothing.

Everyone will leave Prime Empire using the inter-dimensional arcade portals. Apparently, I never said anything about the gate in my main prediction posts (which I go off, not my opener "what's this ep gonna be about" post), sooooo... yeah.

Zane's not going to come out of this whole thing ok. He was able to shake it off faster than Taylor Swift.

Partially

Kai and Scott will lose their last life. Kai doing something stupid, and Scott in the race. They both did lose their last life, but Scott sacrificed himself for the ninja and Kai and Cole both lost their last life during the race.

We're going to lose someone during the race. We lost 2 someones.

The level to get the third Keytana will be a fighter game. It was a platform game + infinity maze + fighter game.

It's going to come down to Jay vs. Unagami. Yes, but mostly no.

Unconfirmed

Unagami paid attention to the ninja back on Ninjago. It wasn't ever confirmed how Unagami clocked the ninja as his enemies before they arrived in Prime Empire, but the Mechanic might have been the person informing him about the ninja. He might have informed Unagami of everything the ninja have done.

#liveblogging #ninjago #prime empire #season 12 #episode 16 #game over #s12e16 #ninjago predictions

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WIP for the long short-story “Holding Curses with Gentle Hands”

Lune had been born a little different, two minutes before her twin brother Luc, into a world teeming with magic. She grew up like any other little girl, playing and roughhousing, splashing through mud with her brother. They learned how to climb trees up and down with all the fearlessness of someone who had not quite yet learned how painful falling could be.

She was bright and inquisitive and always pulled her brother along towards her next idea. Showing him snails and slugs and bugs and bees. He came up with stories of all kinds as they played, creating crafty trolls and sweet little fairies as they swung sticks around and made dolls out of grass and flowers.

They came back home with skinned knees and rips in their clothes and grins so wide and bright they might just rival the sun. They were, indeed, very happy children.

It was only when school started that Lune and Luc learned that they were different. In a world where their neighbor grew a bucket of strawberries in the span of a week, where the grouchy mayor always looked sparkling and perfect and every child learned at least one or two cantrips as they grew up, they were very, very ordinary.

Not a single spark of magic was to be found in their veins.

At first their parents were very concerned, worried that something had happened to their beloved children. That someone might have cursed the babes out of jealousy. Their mother sought out everyone she might have accidentally insulted to apologize, while their father reached out to old friends he lost contact with, worried he might have offended them.

But when an expert came by, he told them the children were fine. They were just ordinary. As bland as old lettuce, he said.

"They're bright children," their neighbor said while bringing them a bowl of strawberries. "It doesn't matter if they have magic or not. At worst their lives will be a little boring."

"We'll adjust their classes," their kind and cheerful teacher promised. "Don't worry, we'll compensate for their lack of magic. They could become great, um, scribes!"

"They don't understand what they're lacking," the mayor said offhandedly during one of his rounds through their little town. "They were born without magic, they didn't lose it. That's a good thing, it will cause them less grief."

Lune and Luc heard their parents cry at night and they looked at each other, deciding that if they had no magic, at least they could be kind. They would make sure their parents wouldn't have to be so sad all the time.

They became some of the hardest working students their school had ever seen and the entire town had nothing but praise for the friendly twins willing to lend a helping hand. Their parents got used to their magic lacking children and while everyone in town knew and never failed to inform travelers and traders about the unfortunate twins, it bothered them less and less over the years.

When the time came that Lune and Luc were old enough to leave the house, their parents were incredibly reluctant to let them go.

"There are a lot of dangers in the world," their mother worried, wringing her hands. "You have no magic to defend yourselves with."

"We'll be careful," Lune promised. "And we'll stick together."

"How will you avoid bandits and rogue mages and magical beasts?" their father fretted, packing daggers into their bags.

"We'll stay on the road," Luc answered. "The queen's road is safe and regularly patrolled. We'll stick with other travelers and traders so we won't be alone."

Their words soothed their parents. While they were sad to see their children go, they gave the twins everything they could possibly need and sent them on their way.

For the first time, Lune and Luc left their hometown and soon they realized how freeing it was to meet people who had no idea who they were. What they were lacking.

They reached a big city after a couple of weeks, getting lost among winding streets and big, bustling crowds. They met mercenaries and adventurers and at one point, Luc started to write down stories inspired by their tales if they agreed to speak to him. He accumulated a big book full of daring tales, of dashing heroes and wicked foes and wondrous places. Of loss and love and what it meant to be brave.

They settled down in the city after a while. Luc learned to play the lute from an old bard and spent his nights in taverns, chatting up travelers and earning his keep by playing music and telling his tales. As well as fleecing drunkards at games of dice.

Lune found herself working at an antique store that doubled as a pawnbroker. Many of the adventurers came to get rid of the odd trinkets and pretty, shiny knickknacks they picked up during their travels and quests.

Sometimes, the items they tried to pawn off were magical and that always made her boss leery. He always refused them, sending them on their way.

"It just means shit's cursed," he would grumble into his majestic beard. "They would not come to us if they could sell magic items to mages instead. Don't touch those things, even the best mages can't always defend themselves against curses."

"Can't curses be broken?" She had heard enough of those tales from the stories Luc read her. He liked to read things he wrote out loud, getting her opinion on his wording and descriptions.

"Aye," the shop owner dusted one of the stained glass decorations he had been trying to sell for a while now. "But you can only remove the curse from the person, not from the item. That's what makes curse casters so much trouble, they fuck up perfectly good merchandise. The best you can do is destroy the item in question and hope that the curse let's go. Doesn't always work, but it's worth a try."

He made Lune promise to never accept magical items from anyone and already the next day she unwittingly broke that promise. She had no magic and therefore no sense for magic either.

She accepted a plain gold necklace from a mercenary while her boss was in the backroom. The woman had handed the necklace over with gloved hands and a relieved look in her eyes.

Lune chalked that up to her having debts to pay off and startled when her boss returned only to start cussing.

"Stupid girl," he hissed, staring at the necklace in her hand while the woman bailed before she could be stopped. "That's magic, cursed magic! Do you have any idea what that will do to you?"

Startled, Lune dropped the necklace onto the counter and they both stared at it as though it was a life, poisonous snake.

#my writing #wip #work in progress #fantasy #this is another long one shot #still working on vampire lullaby's part 3 don't worry #and some other little things I'll post as soon as they're done #in case you can't tell #i have no idea how posting WIPs works #this story will have a warning for implied animal abuse and child abuse #just so you know #as well as implied off-screen murder

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aces-and-angels · 3 months

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Title: The MCAT

A/N: saw this beautiful piece of art by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd and had to stop what i was doing to write this

Character(s): OC: Enid Mendoza (she/her)

Summary: Before Enid became a lawyer, she was a lost pre-med student. @choicesficwriterscreations

Word Count: 484

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MCAT Testing Center; Brooklyn, New York; several years ago...

Numb. That's all Enid was. It'd been that way for much longer than she cared to admit. So she didn't. Indifference was masked with high marks and shallow nods. No one batted an eye at a nearly perfect GPA. Or a 520 on the practice MCAT. Instead, they cheered. Surprised her with an engraved stethoscope, pride shining in their eyes. What was left for her to do but smile back and take it?

The days felt like centuries and seconds all at once until the time finally came. Bright, fluorescent lights flickered from above- the air stale and dry. Around her was a sea of nerves- a girl obsessively toying with the same strand of blonde hair, a boy who couldn't keep his leg from bouncing, and her staring blankly at the small ticket clutched between her fingers.

#14.

Thirteen others stood between her and that test. Thirteen monotonous exchanges between strangers until it was her turn. The seats gradually emptied out, leaving more room for the harsh pounding in her chest. There was a familiar heaviness there- one she usually swallowed down and buried. But today the lump was bigger. Tougher. Begged to burst through-

"Number 14?"

A tired, deep voice knocked Enid back into reality. She glanced up and saw a man no older than thirty staring at her. From the look on his face, it wasn't the first time he'd called her number. Those still stuck in the waiting room turned to each other, confused. Then, one by one, their eyes pointed at her.

"Number 14? You can come up now," the man repeated.

"Um-" Enid slowly rose from her chair, a crumpled ticket in hand. But that thing inside her, whatever it was, wasn't going away. It rooted her feet to the floor, filled her limbs with lead.

"Miss, we can't start the exam until everyone is checked in." A thousand thoughts ran through her mind- everything she'd suppressed for years finally bubbling up to the surface. She didn't want this. Any of it. The life mapped out for her instead of by her. It wasn't hers. It wasn't her. "Miss-"

Enid ran before she could hear what he had to say. Through the doors, out the building, and into the congested city streets. Smoke billowed from the cars’ exhaust, its tendrils blown every which way by a cool breeze that nipped at her exposed flesh. There was no map laid out- no directions to follow. She went wherever her legs carried her. Past the apartment buildings, small cafés, and bodegas. She walked until the street signs were unrecognizable. Until her feet were sore. Until her frostbitten hands turned red and she finally registered the dampness on her cheeks as tears.

No one batted an eye at the girl falling apart. They just kept walking. And so did she.

#playchoices #choices #fanfic #my fic #laws of attraction #into the windverse #enid mendoza #this wasnt supposed to be enids debut but i couldnt resist typing all this out after seeing thia's art #short but sweet #and by sweet i mean angst-ridden #go look at and adore the art linked if yall havent #it's incredible #barely edited so if there are typos i probably wont find them till after i hit post LMAOOO #park & davis

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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Deliverance

The woods were always eerily calm… but that could be because of the rumors in your town.

The rumors that one of the local woods were the home of an extremist Christian cult that kidnapped people who would go into their woods.

Of course growing up in the town, you and your friends would dare each other to go into the woods just like most of the kids and young adults did to the dismay of their parents and grandparents.

You and your friends would go into the woods, looking for the compound of the rumored cult only to find nothing… though one day, you and your friends came across something strange.

Well it was more like someone strange.

As you were playing around in the woods, you came across a boy who looked a bit younger than you.

You and your friends were around 10-11 while the boy looked like he could’ve been about 9 or 8 years old.

You stood together, walking close to the boy.

“Um hi.” Nina said, “are you lost?”

The boy stared at your group, a dullness in his eyes that honestly terrified you.

He didn’t look disheveled or anything. In fact, he was very well groomed but his silence and unreadable eyes… he was different from the other kids where just shy or quiet.

You all stopped in place, too scared to keep going forward.

Though you were scared, you didn’t like a small child being in the woods alone so gathering a bit of courage, you broke out of your pack and cautiously walked to the boy.

“Hey. Where is you’re mom and dad?” You asked him.

The boy didn’t answer and you walked closer to him.

“Are you lost?” You noticed how tensed his body was. “I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s just that you shouldn’t be here by yourself. You can get hurt. You can come with me and my friends and we help you find your mom and dad.” You gave him a small smile, offering your hand out for him to take.

A look of confusion broke onto the boy’s face.

“You’re not gonna hurt me? The leader tells me that the outside world will hurt me…” he finally spoke and his words came out in a tone like as if he was questioning something.

But his answer made you question what he just said.

“What? What does that mean?” And before the boy could answer a booming voice made everyone in the woods jump and before you could ask the boy what he meant, he ran off quickly into the opposite direction.

You sighed as the warmth of the Starbucks hit your cold cheeks.

You had just moved back to your hometown, growing tired of city life and wanting to live a more slow paced life again though you knew that you will eventually return to the city at some point, though you didn’t know when that would be.

Your town has changed drastically, turning more into a little hipster city and as you made eye contact with Nina, you smiled widely as you made your way towards her.

“Hey!” She said excitedly, getting up to greet you with a big hug.

You hugged her back, enjoying the embrace. You haven’t seen her in years since moving to the city and it was nice to be in her presence again.

She let go, taking her seat and watched as you took off your coat.

“God… Ya know, even though I know how you look now, seeing you in person… you’ve gotten really handsome.”

Your cheeks became warm and you bashfully laughed as you took a seat.

“Thanks.” You rolled up your a bit sleeves before placing your elbows up on the table and putting your head in your hands. “So what’s up?”

Nina laughed and you two soon caught up.

You knew that Nina had taken over her family’s farm and she was always talking about her frustration at how her chickens would get stolen from time to time and it just so happened once again the night before you came.

“I don’t know what to do. It’s not an animal, I already learned that fast and every time I set up a camera to see who it could be, my camera always get destroyed or stolen.”

A grin creeped onto your face as you said, “maybe it’s the cult.” And Nina hit you, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t joke about that!” She huffed causing you to laugh.

“I’m sorry, I won’t.”

“There’s rumors going around that the newer members are now trying to blend in just to recruit people.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Something about “saving” more people that way. I heard there’s a new leader too.” Nina took a sip of her latte and quickly the topic changed.

As you and Nina conversed, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were being watched.

Looking around the cafe, your eyes gradually landed on piercing eyes… eyes that felt familiar.

You didn’t listen to your brain that was screaming for you to turn around, no, you kept eye contact with the man and Nina noticed, her own gaze following yours.

“Do you know him?”

You frowned in confusion.

“I’m not sure…” and you turn your attention back onto Nina.

The man whose piercing gaze lingered onto you for a bit longer knew it was you though you weren’t the girl he had met.

The girl that opened up his mind. The girl that stole his heart.

Such a small insignificant interaction to you held such a huge religious significance to the man.

Of course he needed to have you, girl or not, that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that you were back.

You were finally back and now he can finally make you his.

And all you had to do was accept him as your savior. As your messiah.

#reader is ftm #I am rewriting that one fic that I wrote called join us #i actually wanted to turn that into a series but I felt like the writing was so bad so I decided to rewrite it #I will continue this #and this will have themes of religion mostly on the extremes of religion and how it can be distorted and abused #yandere mark #yandere mark lee #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #mark x reader #mark x ftm reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x ftm reader #nct x reader #nct x ftm reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x ftm reader

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noarawriteszr · 3 months

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TASTE TESTER🥖

Eva(Coral Island) x Original Female Character

🖋️With the difficulties of being a farmer, Lila never lets her work be imperfect or have flaws but in addition, she is a taste tester to help the cook of the island, while giving her feedback in recipes, she realizes that her love goes beyond her role as taste tester, an intense love for the person who makes the recipes, Eva.

A life she never really imagined, this year everything changed, she became a farmer in a place where she practically knows no one, Lila never imagined she would be able to make this decision, start a life from scratch, meet new people and create bonds with the villagers. How ironic this is, it's almost the end of the year, Autumn where everything seems magical, the weather starting to cool makes love blossom more, seeing Noah and Alice together in the city square, reading and talking about various subjects and Lila ponders how long it will take for the two lovebirds to realize that they love each other, the whole city knows but them. She shakes her head at the thought and goes on her way with that. Today it's a nice and quiet tuesday soon deciding to go to Sam's store to buy some seeds and also sell some veggies and opening the store door feeling the familiar smell of bread being made, of course she couldn't help but notice the person who makes the bread, since the first day it never fails to takes her breath away when she sees the baker, Eva.

Lila truly wasn't the most close of her and for oblivious reasons that she couldn't keep her head in the right place when Eva is around, Macy figured out soon enough her not that hidden crush on the baker and haven't stopped messing with her whenever the two were in the same place, it got worse when Sam and Emily noticed the strange behavior of the farmer around the baker, Sam always tried to make hints of romance and hints of how he won over Emily in his time, Lila could have sworn her face looked like a pepper.

So definitely a big NO to stay more than 10 minutes there.Getting lost in her thoughts when she reminded herself that she still was staring at Eva, almost tripping in her way to Sam and notice the man laughing slightly at the embarrassing behavior before speaking:

—You know, nobody ever had tripped in that place before.. Making me wonder if are you really that clumsy or there's something else distracting you in the point of not being able to walk straight.. — Lila couldn't believe at what point her life had come to be in such humiliating position.

—I'm quite clumsy.. — Shyly the farmer said while trying to hide her red face and trembling hands as possible with the poor excuse.

—Oh, all theses vegetable are the greatest quality, you really work well in your farm, young girl!

Farmer was the happies that he changed the subject and let her go with her poor excuse and thanked the man, feeling proud of herself in the quality of her products, after all, she have been working nonstop for the last two seasons and hopefully in the winter she can rest more. What Lila didn't expect was Eva to call her when she was walking to the door, trying her best to keep a neutral behavior while going slowly to the woman.

—Hey! Um.. I made a new recipe of this bread, It's supposed to be softer.. would you mind being my taste tester?

Eva asks the other woman with a tone of hope, without being close to her so it means that it would be a great way to connect with the person everyone in the city speaks highly of.

—Oh.. Of course! it would be a pleasure, Eva!

Without thinking Lila said to the baker, smiling brightly when Eva smilled at her answer and offered a piece of the bread, gosh she could be whatever Eva wanted her to be, definitely.

The soft texture and explosion of flavors made the farmer gasp, she didn't expect that Eva would be able to surpass her skills even further. Chewing the piece slowly and taking into consideration each characteristic it could offer in its description to the baker.

—Eva, this is really good, the texture is actually much softer! I just think it lacked a little sugar, maybe it could make the bread even tastier.

Lila made her suggestion and didn't stopped praising Eva's work till she notice the baker red face.

—Thank you! I will make that modification and soon you can see if it gets better than before, I know I can improve this recipe for sure.

—Eva, everything you do is the best, I'm impressed that you want to get it better.

And for her dismay, she had to show her gay side, as soon as that comment got out of her mouth she looked at the bread seems like suddenly it got more interesting than see Eva's reaction to her stupid confession.

And that's how her "side job" started.

The seasons goes by, the spring of the second year and Lila can be sure she made the right choice to chase her dreams. Now more stable, Lila making a wonderful job as a farmer and also being a great adventurer and ocean cleaner, true to be told Lila have more than one job, she was everywhere and doing everything to make the city better, that was her job as a citizen. Also over time she gained the trust of many residents, she really felt part of the community, every Friday and Saturday she went to Franky's tavern to talk to everyone and have fun even though she still hasn't managed to win against Yuri in snooker, according to his own thoughts, Yuri makes magic when it comes to playing.

— This doesn't even make sense, how it's possible to do that??

Lila is outraged at losing yet another round of Yuri, not knowing how she managed to reverse the roles when she swore that tonight would be her victory's moment.

—Natural talent, farmer girl! — Yuri jokingly mess with her before seeing Eva enter the tavern, Macy that was taking photos of some plates for Franky stopped and grin at Lila and noticed the farmer was already smiling at the baker, not remembering her lost rounds and going to meet with the person that stay in her head all the time.

— Go talk with your baker — Yuri wink at her and tapped her on the shoulder letting her know it was okay to miss this round, not like Lila would win in either way.

— Hey miss baker, may I know what brings you here in this night? — Lila sitted at Eva's side and gave her a side hug, smiling till her cheeks hurt when she's around.

—Hey miss taste tester, I'm just chilling this night and wanted to speak with Betty about new recipes!

That excited Lila, after all that means more taste testing for her and she couldn't help making a silly happy dance to make Eva laugh.

— Let's go then, Betty is probably watching TV right now..— Not missing a beat farmer held the baker's hand and the two were almost running into the stairs to see Betty.

— Oh my goodness, come in dear, a blessing seeing two lovebirds in front at me! — Betty happily affirmed as if it was a fact, if she noticed the two red face and stuttering when trying to explain that they weren't girlfriends, she definitely pretended not to hear.

— I assume you two are here to test new recipes, am I right?

— Bingo, Betty! — Lila told her and soon Eva and Betty started talking about the modifications of the recipes and what should be better with that dish or things like that, this was definitely not her part so she stands by not wanting to disturb but also helping in ways that she can.

— Miss taste tester, can you please give me the salt? it's right at your side

It didn't take 10 seconds to Eva see the salt being placed right beside her, smiling slightly and murmuring a quiet thank you to her favorite person.

Thankfully it didn't take long to be ready, Lila could almost jump of excitement when Eva offered her a piece and ask for a description of the taste.

— Oh my god, this is definitely new... it's not bad, it's just not what I was expecting but this is awesome, the salt in this dish made a great contrast, I love it as usual, Eva! You rock it — Farmer always try to improve her vocabulary to praise the baker more and more but still, she loves it, as always.

Eva's face clearly got a relieved expression at this, surprising Lila by holding hands and getting closer while thanking her. Seems like she didn't saw how Lila's eyes widen at this act.

—Oh my!! Are you seriously? I'm so relieved hearing this! I have been thinking of this recipe for weeks and I'm so happy it worked out good, this is so special! We should have a round of drinks to celebrate, don't you think?

— I-I, y-yes, I agree.. — Her voice betray her but Eva didn't seem to mind, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the tavern, asking for a bottle of wine and they two decided to drink outside.

A half bottle of wine goes and the two were not in right mind anymore, giggling at the air and talking nonsense.

— Can you believe it? I saw Alice and Noah kissing the other day, freaking finally!

— Finally oh my god, they're so sweet that it was getting irritating to see them not realizing their emotions but I guess, they knew it at the right time, right? Everything happens in the right time.. — Farmer also share her opinion on the new couple of the city.

— And you? — Eva asked quietly without looking at Lila.

— What about me? — Confused Lila looked at her trying to understand her question.

— Are you interested in someone? It's been two years that you're here, I'm sure you found someone attractive already — If only Eva know that since day one it was her, exclusively her.

And with the effect of the alcohol in her body, farmer let it escape the true.

— Actually I am interested in someone for months but I'm not sure the person likes me back..

— Oh come on, it's impossible. You're the bestest ever, you have all the best qualities, it's impossible to not like you.. trust me.. — .. Lila stopped her line of thoughts, what did she mean by trust me? She looked in Eva's eyes and got quiet.

— I'm seriously, you're so pretty and so talented and you're so smar-

Acting on impulse, Lila placed herself as close to Eva as possible, their faces were so close that she could feel Eva's breath against her face, noticing that her eyes widen at the proximity, but that wasn't enough, Lila brought her hand to Eva's cheek, gently caressing her delicate and perfect face, smiling when the baker lean in her touch, letting a gasp out when Eva turned her face and kissed her hand. They got into a staring contest till they both have enough, they both lean in and close the distance..

"It's so soft, so good" That's the only coherent thought in the farmer's mind. The hand that was caressing the baker's cheek, was now pulling her closer by the back of her head, trying to be as close as possible, Eva's opened her mouth and let Lila devour her, it didn't matter anything, nothing matter at that moment, finally they had done it. Only stopping when they couldn't handle the the lack of air, even in that short period of time Lila didn't stop, she kissed Eva's neck and looked for that sweet spot that made Eva's breathing become faster.

— O-Oh my god, you're driving me insane, baby...

And hearing that phrase almost made her cry out, Lila got aware of everything, they were in a public place, it was spring but she felt more hotter than any summer. And also, she didn't want to do anything and not remember later, so she grabbed Eva by the waist and started to walk to Coral Inn.

— Huh? What're we doing? I'm not done with you!

Eva almost screamed in her ears, and started to do the same treatment that she received earlier, now it was Lila turn to tremble, praying to every god to give her strength to resist this.

Soon they reached the door and Eva could barely stand straight at this point, apparently the effects of alcohol and tiredness from the day were hitting her so farmer decided to carry her in the bride style, taking care of her in the most affectionate way until she saw that she slept and tried to leave as silently as possible but Suki was already at the reception looking at her mysteriously.

— For a moment I thought a thief had broken in here, but it's just you. You and Eva...

She really didn't feel like answering Suki's countless questions, even though she liked her more than anything, she said goodbye quickly and walked to the farm, falling into bed and sleeping in record time.

Oh fuck.

Farmer woked up feeling extra tired, hungover and worse... remembering what happened the night before and started to overthink, did Eva kissed her because she wanted or because of the alcohol? Did Eva liked her? Did Eva remember that? A thousand questions running through Lila's head and her solution was to hide on her farm, no one would suspect after all it's spring and there's a lot to do, until she has the courage to face Eva again.

And so it was, days passed with this routine, Lila only went out at night or when there were few people around, avoiding as much as possible any interaction that could lead to a meeting with Eva and that lasted for almost a week till Macy had enough and went to the farm.

— Now I want to ask you, have you gone insane? What happened? Why are you ignoring everybody and specially Eva?? Why are you doing this?? — Worried about her best friend Macy started firing too much questions, not noticing that it was overwhelming Lila.

— WE FUCKING KISSED. WE WERE DRUNK, I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO FACE HER NOW, OKAY? — Lila screamed at her best friend for the first time and let out her emotions out, her eyes tearing up when she told Macy about her worries of Eva not liking her.

— And that's why you're a idiot, Eva is trying everything to connect with you, she wants to confess and you're hiding away? don't be stupid!!

— But what if sh-

— What if nothing!! You're going to talk to her today, she was crying her eyes out to Betty because of your stupid act..

—Why was she crying? What do you mean?

— Ugh, why do lovebirds cause so much stress — Macy sighed and started helping farmer in her activities, and after a good shower and putting her best clothes farmer started running around the city to find Eva.

After asking the entire town if they knew where she was Lila found herself in front of the Coral Inn, the only place she hasn't went yet. Opening the door and seeing Suki again and got surprised when Suki guilded her to Eva's door, not even leaving the chance to give up, only mouthing "You better fix it up" and going to the reception again. She knocked on the door three times until she heard a broken voice, clearly from crying, which broke her heart.

— Please leave me alone.. — Eva's voice was heard and she felt a lump in the throat at that sight.

—Eva.. can I enter? — After a few seconds Lila said and heard movement in the room, soon after hearing the sound of the door being unlocked and took the signal as a yes.

She entered the room and didn't even care about the mess, she went towards the person lying on the bed and when she got closer she didn't even know exactly how to act, what to say. So she decided to speak the truth and all of it, all that it was on her mind.

— Since the first day I saw you it was like a lightning strike into me, you are everything I want in those two years and I was so scared of ruining our friendship with my love for you, I thought maybe we can become friends and this feeling may go away but it wasn't a simple crush, I love you Eva, every time I'm with you, I feel like the luckiest person alive. Even when the recipes goes wrong or got burned, it was the best moment of my live just because you're in it... I'm sorry for being stupid and not talking to you after what happened that night.. I was scared of what would you say, please forgive me for acting so reckless. I want to ask you, do you feel the same?

She didn't even realize that she started crying till she felt Eva's hand on her face, trying to dry up all the tears, Eva's eyes were tearing up but she was smiling so openly.

— My love.. I fell in love with you over a year ago and the feeling only intensifies, so please.. don't torture us any longer, kiss me please..

Happily Lila did it and kissed Eva with so much love, feeling her salt tears into the kisses, and it could've been only seconds but feel like eternity, she felt in peace, where she belongs. And they stopped with little kissed and pecks, smiling at each other before Eva suggested:

— Do you want to be the taste tester of my heart?

~ THE END ~

#eva coral island #coral island #original character #noarawrites #dorks in love #baking with love #cuties #macy coral island #suki coral island #alice coral island

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takecareluv · 2 years

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maybe the reader and vinnie being childhood friends who kept in touch over the years after the reader moved away from seattle. both developed crushes on each other as they grew up, but could never confess because it felt weird to do over facetime. vinnie's friends reach out to the reader saying they're throwing a party for vinnie's 20th birthday and invite the reader. vinnie doesn't know about this, wishing that the reader was there with him for this special moment, so come party night our sweet boy can't believe his eyes when he sees his long-time crush and best friend standing in front of him.

a.n. i love love loved this concept! thank you my darling for sending it <3 i’m so happy i got to write a birthday fic for our sweet boy. i just want to say a quick happy birthday to vinnie. i know he’s not gonna read this (god i hope he doesn’t) but thank you for everything you’ve done for me. you brought light into my life when i needed it most. you brought me this blog which i’m so extremely thankful for. you brought me the most amazing people that i now get to chat with everyday on here. you are an incredible person. i’m sending so much & birthday wishes. i love you, pretty boy. <3

birthday kiss || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie grew up as close friends ever since you met that day on the playground in kindergarten. he played with you when no one else would. he even defended you against billy the bully when he pushed you down the slide when you were scared. he became your knight in shining armor ever since.

you’d always had a slight crush on him, and that only intensified as you got older.

you never confessed your feeling for him in fear of messing up your lifelong friendship. you would rather be stuck friends than lose your favorite boy altogether.

a few days after graduation, you finally got the nerves to express your true feelings to vinnie, and now you were sat across from him at the local you spent most days at.

“i have something to tell you,” you mumbled nervously while fidgeting with the rings around your fingers.

“i actually have something i need to tell you too. you can go first though.” you could tell by his shakey voice that he too was feeling nervous. that made you curious. what did he have to feel anxious about? you were the one about to profess your undying love for the boy. what could he possibly have to tell you as stressful as that?

oh my god. what he tells you he got a girlfriend. or maybe he hates you? your mind was running rampant, anxiety of course getting the best of you.

you needed to hear what he had to say immediately, especially before you admitted anything you would soon regret. “oh, you can go first then. mines not really that important.” you tried to shake it off as nothing so he wouldn’t press any further.

“okay, um.” he ducked his head down towards his lap, not looking up at you. “i’m moving to los angeles.”

you were stunned. you didn’t know what to say. your best friend, your boy, was moving to a city a thousand miles away? “i- uh. wow um… l.a.? that’s great. really great. um- when exactly are you leaving?”

“july 15th,” he replied hesitantly.

“you mean two weeks from now?” you were growing more emotional by the second, although you weren’t quite sure what that emotion was. angry that your best friend just now told you he was leaving in two weeks? sad that you lost your opportunity to tell him you loved him? or happy that vinnie was taking steps to pursue his dreams?

confusion. that was it. you were severely and utterly confused.

“im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. it all happened so suddenly and then i didn’t know how to break the news and every time i was about to, we were just so happy and i didn't want to ruin that.” he rambled, trying to explain himself.

as much as you didn’t want to, you understood. i mean how long have you been trying to tell him something considerably nerve-racking and chickened out every time. and now you lost your chance. he was leaving in two weeks and nothing was going to change that. you couldn’t start a relationship off long distance, you weren’t even sure you could handle a friendship at that much of a distance. you had to let go, and move on. you took this as your sign from the universe that you and vinnie were meant to be nothing more than best friends.

“it’s okay,” you whispered in attempt to hold back tears. “i understand. i’m happy for you. i mean you get to pursue your dreams, that's amazing vin. how could i be upset with that?” you mustered up the best fake smile you could and continued, “listen i hate to run, but i forgot i had to help my mom with something so i gotta go.”

“wait but i thought you had something to tell me too,” he questioned, feeling confused as you rushed to grab your belongings and get out of there.

“it was nothing, just forgot about it, okay? i’ll talk to you later, bye.”

“bye i guess?” he responded as you practically ran out of the establishment. what just happend? vinnie thought to himself.

those two weeks flew by and before you knew it you were waving vinnie goodbye through the glass of an airport window.

you guys kept in touch constantly, and would occasionally visit, but it just wasn’t the same. especially after vinnie really blew up, you both barely had time for each other.

you felt so off. it was like a piece of you was missing. it had been over five months since you had last seen your best friend and you missed him more than anything.

vinnie’s birthday was coming up and you were upset thinking that this might be there first time since you were six that you wouldn’t be there to celebrate with him.

that was until you got a text from jett, who’d you met several times when vinnie brought him along on his trips to seattle.

hey so we’re throwing a party for vinnie out here in l.a. and we wanted to surprise him with you. he’s been so off recently and even though he won’t admit it we all know its because he misses you like crazy. let me know if you'd be down and we can figure out your flights and everything :)

you were grinning from ear to ear. vinnie misses you? you couldn’t believe it. all this time you thought he’d forgotten all about you, but in fact it was the complete opposite. you instantly replied to the text.

hey! of course i’ll be there! i miss you all.

you continued to converse for the rest of the night, discussing all the details of when you would fly in, where you would be staying, and how you would surprise him.

you couldn’t be anymore excited. you hadn’t felt this happy, well, since vinnie’s last visit. he was your other half after all, you didn’t feel complete without him.

a week later, you were now thirty-thousand feet in the air, flying closer and closer to your boy, your vinnie.

the party was tonight and you would be heading to the venue as soon as you landed and got picked up by thomas and mia, who were of course vlogging everything.

while you were feeling so eager in the back seat of thomas’s lambo, vinnie was feeling the birthday blues on the way to his own party. he didn’t even want a party, not if you weren’t there by his side. he would've much rather stayed home and drowned in his sorrows over the fact that you had yet to send a birthday text and it was coming close to eight p.m. did you forget? did you just not care about him anymore?

god how could he be so stupid? he’d been feeling so down these few months without you but still managed to drive you away because he couldn’t bare the thought of being just your friend when he wanted so much more. but how could he tell you that when you were in seattle and he was in l.a.? it might as well have been a whole other time zone.

he was so caught up in this thoughts, he hadn’t realized they pulled up to the restaurant the party was at. he followed everyone out of the car and trudged his way into the place.

a birthday without you, when was the last time that happened?

when he entered the restaurant, he grew confused. it was empty. he knew they rented the place out but where was everyone? there were a bunch of cars he recognized outside. maybe they were in a different room, he thought.

he walked further into the place thinking maybe the was another room he was supposed to go to. it didn’t help that everyone he rode with had magically disappeared. what is going on?

that was when he heard a voice. not just any voice, but a soft, delicate voice of an angel, his angel.

“damn, vin. i thought you said you made friends out here, just a party for one?”

he turned his head so quickly he almost got whiplash. “y/n? how? wha- what are you doing here?” he asked while taking big strides over to where you stood and pulling you into a bear hug.

“you didn’t think i'd miss your birthday, now did you?” you teased, a smile spread across your face. oh how he missed that smile.

“oh my god, i can't believe you're here. i missed you so much you have no idea.” he couldn’t even think straight, he needed to tell you how he felt and he needed to tell you now. no more waiting.

“there’s actually something i've been meaning to tell you, for a while really. um, wow i can’t believe i’m actually about to say this but, i- i love you y/n. i always have. and not in a way you love your best friend, but in the way that i miss you every time your not around, the way i don’t feel complete until you’re back with me. and in the way that i never want you to leave my side ever again. i love you more than anything in this world and i can’t believe it took me this long to tell you because each day that i haven’t has been torture. so i’m saying it now, I love you y/n l/n.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything. you just stared at him with wide eyes. what are you doing? this is all you’ve ever wanted, say something.

vinnie was growing worried. oh no, did i just fuck everything up. he wanted to cry. “please say something.”

you didn’t though. you just reached out to grab his face with both your hands while stepping closer and pressing your lips against his for a kiss you’d been waiting your whole life for. “i love you too.”

vinnie felt a weight lift off his shoulders. you loved him. you actually loved him! this was the best birthday ever. he had forgotten all about how sad he was not even fifteen minutes ago, because now he was the happiest he’d ever been.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you nodded. “happy birthday, bub.”

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