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gimmeurtmi · 6 months

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groupie — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, rock band!au, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, sex in a public setting (but they're alone), possessive!minho, he's so jealous, use of “bunny”, “bubs”, "baby," and "babe", they jokingly refer to reader as their groupie many times, talking about putting out to get famous (no one does it ofc), facials, lmk if i forgot

inspo: 2min in the rockstar teaser pics.

notes: i can't not get carried away when it's 2min. this was meant to be just smut but i guess it kinda has a bit of plot and also it was not meant to be this long. it's also filthy as shit.

{ wc: 4126}

You leaned against the old, rusty sink, waiting patiently for your boyfriends to finish whatever they were getting up to.

There was a constant bloop noise, as other than rusty the sink was also leaking despite your attempts to fully shut the stream off.

As soon as they finished their set you rushed towards the most secluded place you could find. There was a toilet at the very edge of the backstage area of the venue with a sign that read “out of order”. The sign itself was so old that the marker used to write the words out was already starting to fade, a light layer of dust turning the white page to an unattractive beige.

Minho texted you just before he walked on stage, saying that he needed you. You told him where you were as soon as you settled.

After a few minutes the door opened slowly, creaking loudly and echoing horribly against the stained walls of the toilets.

“Why here?” Minho asked, planting a small kiss in your hair.

“Having sex in your dressing room stresses me out,” you rolled your eyes, “I can’t have fun when I keep feeling like we’re gonna get caught.”

“So you’d rather have sex in what is clearly a drug den?” He chuckled, wiping his hands against the counter where a few white specks were scattered around.

“No one’s gonna come in here though,” you reasoned.

“Unless you wanna wait until we go home?” Minho asked softly, his eyes sparkling at you.

You shook your head quickly. “When is Seungmin gonna finish, do you think?”

“Probably not for another hour,” Minho clicked his tongue, “some guys came backstage and started kissing his ass.”

You chuckled, “shouldn’t we go save him then?”

“No,” Minho shook his head, “they’re producers.”

You let out a small gasp, eyebrows high. “So why aren’t we there making him look better?”

“Because I’ve been hard through the whole set and I need your help,” he whined, snaking his hands around your waist.

You giggled at him before planting a comforting kiss to his forehead. “You did really well either way, didn’t even notice it.”

It was true, Minho did a wonderful job during their performance and luckily for him, being a drummer meant no one in the audience could see the problem he evidently had.

“I fucking hate him, by the way,” Minho mumbled as he buried his head into your neck. He planted small kisses on your skin, rubbing his palms around your back.

“Let me guess,” you sighed, “he left you high and dry seconds before you guys went on stage?”

“How did you know?”

“He looked especially smug,” you giggled, smiling widely at Minho’s annoyed expression.

“Help me,” Minho whined again.

“Why am I being made to clean his mess?” You exclaimed with a chuckle.

“Because,” he whined. You shook your head, chuckling at his antics.

It’s not that you didn’t want to help him with his problem, it was the only thing you were thinking about as you watched their performance. Minho was incredibly attractive when he played his drums, even more so with his new black hair—long enough to cover his eyes. The black eyeshadow you helped him put on before the show looked beautiful behind his bangs.

Now his eye makeup was slightly smudged from the sweat and the warm bright lights he was under. It made his eyes look darker somehow, more dangerous, even if he was whining at you like the sensitive person he actually is. But only you and Seungmin knew that side of him—everyone else thought he was another asshole wanna be rockstar like so many others were.

Minho leaned in to press his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek lightly. “You’re staring, bunny.”

“Just admiring how well I did your makeup tonight,” you say, voice too thin to be at all believable.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” Minho chuckled, leaning in to kiss you with far more intent than before.

You didn’t answer, because that would mean pulling away from the kiss—and that’s the last thing you wanted. You grabbed onto his oversized shirt, pulling him even closer to you as your tongues clashed noisily.

He squeezed your hips tightly before he backed you up into the counter quickly, the pair of you stumbling as you climbed onto the solid surface with Minho’s blind help.

He didn’t pull away from the kiss once, sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip while his hand buried in your hair.

He didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hand between your bodies to softly rub against your clothed core. You mirrored his actions, rubbing him through his dark jeans.

In pure desperation, the pair of you started moaning loudly at the rush of pleasure.

As soon as you started playing with his zipper Minho pulled away, enough to fish for the condom he shoved into his pocket earlier that day. He asked you to hold onto it as he quickly shoved his jeans down—a small clatter noise following his action as his drumsticks fell out of his back pocket and onto to the floor.

You jumped off the counter, rushing to pull your own pants down. Minho rubbed your hips softly, kissing you quickly before he flipped you around—his dick rubbing against your ass as he pulled your back flat against his chest.

“You don’t need any prep?” He kisses your shoulder.

“Had too much time on my hands in the morning,” you chuckled.

Minho rolled his eyes at you with a soft smile sitting on his fond face. He eagerly grabbed the condom from you, throwing the wrapper to the floor as he quickly rolled it onto his dick.

He didn’t waste any time as soon as you gave him a reassuring nod, sinking all the way inside you.

Although you did use your toy in the morning, enough time has passed since then. Minho was stretching you fully, the sting slightly uncomfortable as he started to move.

He could notice, given the lack of your usual loud moaning, and so he made sure to distract you from it by sucking onto your neck.

The sensation paired with his hands digging into the flesh of your ass was enough to add to the wetness in your core—helping Minho to slide in and out of you with much more ease.

Soon your moans started echoing against the horrible acoustics of the toilets, mixing in with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the big zippers on either of Minho’s pant leg dragging against the floor.

You gripped onto the counter, hard, relaxing against Minho’s hold as he slammed your bodies together.

“More, Min, please,” you whimpered, as the pleasure started building inside your stomach.

You knew he was needy from his text, and then you knew it again when you watched him play his drums with so much energy. And now, with his thrusts fast and unrelenting–you were sure nothing could make him stop until he was satisfied. And you were happy to be the person to satisfy him.

He held onto your hip bones tightly, using his grip to move you against his body, and so he told you to start rubbing your clit for him.

You brought a hand between your legs, trying your best to concentrate as Minho moved your body around quite roughly.

Then a loud creak made you yelp, the door opening slowly.

You jumped into Minho’s arms–him doing his best to shield you from the unwanted guest. Until the guest said, “sorry, sorry! It’s me!”

You both let out a sigh of relief as Seungmin walked up to the pair of you.

He planted a kiss on Minho’s lips before giving you a kiss as well, smiling softly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be at it already.”

“Ran out of patience,” Minho grumbled. Noticing you were still tense around him, he rubbed your stomach softly, waiting until your body relaxed into him again.

“I wonder why,” Seungmin hummed, as if in deep thought.

“Fuck you,” Minho narrowed his eyes at him.

“Would you, hyung?” Seungmin grinned, wrapping his finger around Minho’s necklace before he tugged on it.

Minho stumbled into him, holding onto you with one hand as the other went to Seungmin’s shoulder to keep his balance.

“I’m in the middle of something,” Minho said, voice low. You could still hear him loudly, his voice jumping against the walls harshly.

“Yeah, I can see,” Seungmin laughed, bringing a hand to your hair as he rubbed his fingers against your scalp. “Thought you were my groupie.”

You chuckled at his pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Drummers do it better.”

Minho laughed at that, pushing into your softly. You almost forgot the two of you were still connected, but you supposed his renewed movement was meant to be some sort of reward for your remark. Truthfully, Minho was just waiting for you to feel comfortable again–and being a little shit to Seungmin was your ultimate comfort zone.

“And here I thought being the lead singer of a failing rock band would get me all the groupies I could ever want,” Seungmin sighed longingly.

“Heard you’re not failing anymore,” you patted his shoulder, “why aren’t you jerking off a producer somewhere?”

“Oh god,” Seungmin said, eyes wide, “they were all so hot.”

At that, Minho slammed into you roughly. Seungmin chuckled at your surprised groan before he jumped onto the counter. He grabbed your arms, manoeuvring you to stand right in front of him and lean your hands on his thighs.

He sunk his fingers into your hair again, scratching your scalp lightly. It was a big contrast to Minho’s rough thrusts, and you couldn’t understand which sensation your body was focused on. You let it overwhelm you either way.

“There were three of them,” he explained in a soft voice as Minho kept fucking into you, “they said they’d love to speak to our manager so I panicked and gave them Jeongin’s number. I didn’t want them to think we were massive rookies that don’t even have a manager.”

“But… you don’t,” you said, breathlessly.

“Sure, but I didn’t want Mr. Chan to think that. I also think he was flirting with me,” Seungmin rambled on. He wasn’t usually one to talk so much, the only exception being the few hours after they came off stage. The adrenaline always made him chatty, which neither of you minded usually.

But Minho was a jealous person.

“Oh, flirting with you, was he?” He said through clenched teeth.

“I think so,” Seungmin simply nodded, “and one of the other ones kept asking about you. Think he has a thing for drummers, too.”

He meant that last part at you, and you chuckled softly.

“So I think it can be a group effort,” he suggested, bringing his thumb to your cheek in a soft caress, “I’ll take that Chan guy, Minho can take the chatty one, and you can have the third one. His muscles looked amazing.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hoping Minho didn’t notice you clenching. You didn’t know what these guys looked like, nor did you really care to partake in what Seungmin was talking about–but the way he said it so casually caused something to light up in your stomach.

“You know,” Seungmin gestured to the air, “fucking producers to get famous? It’s in all the rockstar handbooks.”

You laughed, but Minho stayed silent. In fact, he stopped moving entirely. He tapped your back slightly, an unconscious act he always did before he pulled out. So you knew to expect it, but it still surprised you when it happened.

You quickly turned around to face him, watching as he pulled the condom off and got dressed. Confused about what was going on, you did the same. You leaned against Seungmin’s knees, finding comfort in the way he instantly opened his legs and let you stand between them as the pair of you looked at Minho, silently.

“Hyung?”

Minho clenched his jaw, blinking rapidly as he looked anywhere but at the pair of you. You waited silently, as you knew to do with Minho. Sometimes he just needed a moment or two.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, before looking back up at the pair of you, “both of you are mine.”

“Yes, hyung, of co–”

“--it turned her on, you know,” he said, sending an angry look your way. You brought your hands around your stomach, embarrassed that he did in fact notice.

“Yeah, well, just because Y/N’s a slut doesn’t mean I meant it like that,” Seungmin explained.

“Hey!” You tried to defend yourself, slapping Seungmin’s knee in protest. It didn’t help that you were still soaking wet–and him calling you names so casually wasn’t going to help you calm down.

“Mine,” Minho said again, far more determined this time. “Neither one of you is touching anyone else. I’m not letting anyone near you two.”

He closed the gap between you, trapping you in between his arms and Seungmin as he placed his hands flat on the younger’s thighs. You noticed his slid his fingers underneath the ripped out holes in Seungmin’s jeans, slowly raking his nails against the smooth skin of his thighs. You could hear Seungmin breathing louder.

“It’ll be for a good cause though,” Seungmin said, unable to stop teasing.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” Minho grumbled, “you’re mine.”

Seungmin tapped your waist lightly, slowly, as if he didn’t want Minho to see–which made you understand he definitely didn’t. He was giving you a hint, urging you to join him in provoking Minho even more.

“Don’t you wanna be famous, Min? I think Seung will have to fuck some producers to make that happen.”

“Mine,” Minho repeated, louder, “Kim Seungmin isn’t fucking anyone. And neither are you.”

“But, hyung,” Seungmin started, snaking his arms around your waist and reaching out for the loops on Minho’s jeans. He pulled him even closer to you–his still hard dick rubbing against your body lightly. “Do you wanna keep playing gigs at shitty venues?”

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged.

“And having to work two jobs for a month just to get one hour of studio time?” He added.

“Who cares,” Minho rolled his eyes, before looking right at you. He was daring you to say something else, you knew it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it when his brown eyes were staring right at you like that. “There isn’t anything in this world that would make me share you two.”

“And if I wanted it for my birthday?” Seungmin asked with a toothy grin.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbled, grabbing onto the collar of Seungmin’s white blazer, “you’re such a fucking brat.”

“And you’re a jealous idiot,” he smirked back.

At that Minho grabbed the back of Seungmin’s neck, surging forward above your shoulder as he kissed him. The pair of them moaned into each other’s mouths, and you angled yourself as best you could to enjoy the view of them.

Minho always got so intense when he was even a little bit jealous, and considering how red his ears currently were it was safe to assume he was extremely jealous right now. Even though the scenario you were talking about was hypothetical at best, it didn’t stop Minho from letting his possessiveness take over him.

As the pair kept kissing, Seungmin brought a hand between your legs, tracing your wetness with his fingers. You quickly reacted, escalating things further as you grabbed Minho’s oversized white shirt from the collar, pulling it down to suck on the space right below his collarbone. It was his favourite spot, almost always already marked–but this time it wasn’t. You and Seungmin were surely lacking, but you’d quickly correct that.

With your mouth occupied with marking Minho’s beautiful skin, you opened the button on his jeans, shoving your hand into his boxers to start pumping his dick.

Minho pulled away from Seungmin’s lips at that, eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back, enjoying your actions deeply–if the loud moans he let slip past his lips were anything to go by.

Seungmin, ever impatient, was eager for more kisses, and so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. He instantly sucked on your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth.

As you kissed him, eager to taste him, he brought his hand into your underwear, slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

“Fuck,” he pulled away, watching as he shut his eyes tightly.

You then noticed Minho’s hand was down Seungmin’s boxers, too.

“Bubs, you’re so wet,” he moaned.

“You’d hope so if my dick was inside her like five minutes ago,” Minho grumbled. You squeezed his length lightly, prompting another loud moan to leave him, proving an effective way to shut him up.

“Can I be inside you?” Seungmin asked lowly, his breath shuddering as Minho started moving his hand quicker.

“Please,” you nodded eagerly.

You watched as Minho quickly dragged Seungmin off the counter. You watched as he tugged off Seungmin’s ripped jeans, getting another condom out of his pocket and rolling it on Seungmin’s length.

You waited as he secured it in place before Seungmin pushed down your pants. Just like Minho, he grabbed your ass firmly before slowly sliding into your core.

This time, you had Minho in front of you, and you could easily fall into his chest as Seungmin started thrusting into you. Minho held onto your back as Seungmin held your hips–and the sound of all three of you moaning was so incredibly loud in the old out of order toilets.

You hoped and prayed the rest of the crew were still loading Hyunjin’s van with the equipment and wouldn’t hear everything that was going on.

As much as you didn’t want to get caught (again, technically) you also really really couldn’t care enough to stop, nor be quiet about it.

Seungmin’s cock felt so good inside you, hitting the soft spot deep inside your body repeatedly as Minho kissed along your neck. He was rubbing himself against your stomach, moaning into your skin.

Minho peppered kisses along your jaw until he reached your cheek, placing soft and tender kisses on your skin.

“Mine, baby,” he reminded you softly. You nodded eagerly, moaning pathetically as your legs started to shake.

Seungmin was panting against your shoulder, his moans too broken to even make a sound at this point.

“Minho,” you moaned, willing your eyes to focus on his intense glare and not roll to the back of your head. He nodded at you, choking back a moan as you wrapped your hand around his length, rubbing your thumb against the tip lightly.

“Want both of you to cum inside me,” you groaned.

At that, Seungmin started to move faster–more desperate as he slid a hand underneath your shirt and grabbed your tits.

“Can’t get our groupie pregnant,” Minho smirked at you, “not good for the reputation.”

You let your head fall on Seungmin’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged on your nipples harshly. The pain mixed with the pleasure in the best way imaginable, and all you could do in response was pump Minho’s cock faster.

“Then cum on my tits, please, Min,” you begged, pushing your shirt up. You looked down at your chest, the sight of Seungmin’s big hands enveloping your chest caused you to clench around him tightly. “‘M close,”

“Where’d your bra go?” Minho tsked at you, “threw it on stage?”

You chuckled lightly, arching your back further into Seungmin’s chest.

“Seung, seung, don’t stop,” you started chanting, moans pitching higher and higher as Seungmin reached around to rub your clit in quick circles.

You grabbed onto Minho’s arms, grounding yourself as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You could barely concentrate on it, spit running down the corner of your mouth as you felt your high approaching you in seconds.

Before you could warn them you pulled away from Minho, your whole body shaking around Seungmin as he wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up as your knees threatened to give way. Minho sucked a spot on your neck as Seungmin fucked you through your orgasm–the pair of them surrounding you completely.

Soon after, as your walls were still fluttering in the aftershock, Seungmin came too–moaning your name loudly. You were both spent, but it didn’t stop you from pumping Minho together, Seungmin grabbing the base while you rubbed his tip.

“I’m close,” he warned, groaning as the pair of you started moving faster.

“Ask him again,” Seungmin whispered in your ear.

“Min, cum on me,” you said quickly.

“Go on, hyung,” Seungmin encouraged, “mark your territory.”

“Then I.. should, fuck, should cum on you, too,” Minho panted.

Seungmin smirked at you, that wicked smirk of his, before he pushed you onto your knees. He went down with you, joining you on the floor as he simply–with the most innocent puppy eyes he could master–stuck his tongue out. You quickly followed his lead, sticking your tongue out, too.

In a matter of seconds you felt warmth dropping onto your cheeks, and you watched in awe as Minho aimed the rest of his cum onto Seungmin’s tongue.

You pouted up at him, complaining loudly that he completely missed your tongue.

“Come here then,” Seungmin growled, pulling you into a kiss. It was salty and messy and bitter and you whimpered into the kiss.

You pulled away, desperate for some oxygen, and Seungmin took the opportunity to clean your cheeks from Minho’s cum–scooping it off your skin before he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

He chuckled at you, watched as you sucked his fingers clean before letting out hushed praises.

You felt Minho rub your head lightly, scratching at your hair as you looked up at him. “Let’s clean up, bunny.”

Seungmin helped you stand up as the three of you cleaned each other up, soft kisses exchanged between you. Once you were dressed again, and Seungmin spent a good few minutes trying to make your hair look normal again, Minho’s phone rang.

“It’s Felix, they said they took all the equipment back and they’re at a bar now. Wanna go join them?”

“Would it be lame if I said I wanna go sleep now?” Seungmin grumbled, making a point of plopping his chin on your shoulder.

Minho rolled his eyes, waiting for your answer as well. “I’m not a rockstar, so I definitely want to go to sleep now.”

“Let’s go home then,” Minho decided, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you out of the old, crumbling toilets.

Seungmin grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as the three of you walked in silence towards the parking lot.

That was until Minho decided to announce, “that was actually the worst place we’ve done it in. Hands down.”

“Hyung, nothing screams rockstar more than a quickie in a gross toilet with your number one groupie,” Seungmin reasoned.

“Number one?” You gasped, “you have another groupie?”

“Yes,” Seungmin smirked, “but he’s actually also the drummer in my band so I don’t know if it counts.”

“It doesn’t,” Minho huffed, “because the lead singer of my band is gonna disappear mysteriously tonight.”

The two of you laughed, watching fondly as Minho did his best to hold back his smile.

That night, the three of you climbed into bed–letting Minho take the middle so as to let his possessive streak from before calm down slightly. You were sure he wasn’t actually too insecure about it, but if being sandwiched between the two of you was what he needed you’d allow him that. Even if you did prefer the middle.

As the three of you snuggled closer to each other, Seungmin went into more concrete details about the producers he met. How they offered to record one of the songs they performed that night, how they always wanted to work with a rock band before–even though they were primarily into rap genres.

“Babe, did you tell the others about this?” Minho gasped, blinking rapidly.

“No, I went straight to you guys,” Seungmin shrugged.

“Well, this is huge for the band, Seungminnie. We have to tell them in the morning.” Seungmin nodded.

You moved closer into Minho’s chest, smiling proudly at your boyfriends.

“I can come to the studio, right? I have to see it happening,” you smiled.

“Obviously,” Seungmin grinned, “I mean, we still need to take one producer each, you know.”

You slapped Seungmin from across Minho’s torso, tsking at his apparently uncontrollable need to tease his boyfriend.

“Do you wanna go again, Kim Seungmin?” Minho grumbled at him, jaw clenching.

“Oh, baby,” Seungmin swooned dramatically, “thought you’d never ask.”

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sturniozo · 4 months

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Tutor Part Eight

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“I can’t comfort both you and Chris.” Nick says as he runs his fingers through my hair. My head is laid on his lap and I cry. It’s been like this for hours. It’s only been a day after that whole incident over the phone.

“Chris is-“

“A dick, a douche, a dumbass, I know. But besides the three d’s he’s also my brother. And I know he’s liked you for years.”

“Then he shouldn’t have acted like that.” I sob.

“That’s just Chris.”

“I don’t want him if that’s who he is, Nick!” I say through my sobs.

Nick sighs. “I know. I know honey.” He runs his fingers through my hair once again.

I let the tears run down my cheeks for a while longer before deciding to sit up. I lean my head in Nick’s shoulder and sniffle. “I hate to… to ask this but… Chris…”

Before I could even ask my question Nick answers, knowing what I was going to say. “He cried for hours that night. Neither me or Matt could calm him down. He locked himself in his room and almost tore everything apart, mom and dad were so concerned he’d hurt himself by throwing shit he- He really does care about you y/n.”

“Then why didn’t he show it? Why was he always with other girls? Why would he never say anything?”

“That’s just not Chris.”

“Stop. Stop saying that!” I begin to sob again. “Of Chris really wanted me to be with him then he wouldn’t have done that shit. Period. That’s it.” I swallow the lump in my throat.

Nick sighs once again. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in closer. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He mumbles as he holds me close. “I’ll talk to him for you.”

“No!” I sit up. “I’m done Nick. I’m done with him. For four years I’ve liked him. For four years I’ve watched him flirt and sleep around with other girls. For four years he’s messed around with my feelings and strung me along and led me to nothing. I’m done. I don’t want you to talk to him I want to never see him again!”

“Y/n…”

“Nick I can’t do it anymore.”

Nick looks at me with understanding eyes before nodding. “Okay.” Is all he says as I lay my head back down on his lap and cry more.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up in my bed, alone, hours later. I sit up and rub my stuffy eyes. I look around my room for any sign of Nick leaving, but his bag still sits in the chair that Chris always sits in. Sat in…

I sit up fully and as I do so, Nick walks into my bedroom. He seems surprised I’m awake as he says “Hey, you’re up!” He sits next to me on my bed. “I was waiting for you to wake up so we can order some food.”

“I’m not hungry.” I mumble and hug my knees to my chest, closing my eyes.

“Come on, y/n you gotta eat something.” Nick insists. “I’ll buy you Subway, I know you love Subway.”

I shake my head. “Not Subway.” I mumble. Subway would remind me too much of Chris.

“Oh, right. I forgot.” Nick looks down. “Sonic then?” He suggests.

“I’m not hungry Nick.” I groan and lay back down on my bed. Nick pulls my back up by my shoulders.

“You need to eat something.”

“Nick-“

“Chris isn’t work starving yourself over.”

I stay silent and lean my head back. My breath gets shaky and I feel tears start up again. “Let’s go.” I whisper.

Nicks face lights up and he quickly stands from my bed and pulls me up. I walk with him down the stairs and sit at the island counter in my kitchen. Nick finishes his DoorDash order and sets his phone down on the counter.

“Are you hoping to see Brandon?” I ask Nick. Brandon is the guy who usually picks up Nicks DoorDash orders, a guy Nick has a thing for.

“Does or doesn’t, I don’t care.” Nick shrugs but there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

I giggle and pick up my phone from its charger. 14 notifications from missed calls from Chris, along with 32 text messages from him. The smile fades.

“Well that didn’t last long. What’s wrong?” Nick asks. “Is it Chris? He called you didn’t he?”

“Fourteen times.” I nod.

“Just listen to me before you interrupt me.” Nick says as he stands up. He walks over and stands next to me. “The day I introduced you and Chris to each other he wouldn’t shut up about how he met the love of his life. He kept asking for days after when he’d be able to see you again.”

“You already told me all this. He did it for a while and then he-“

“He never stopped. You just assumed he did. It’s just been getting more and more this last few months. To the point where he begged me to get you to hang out with him somehow. That’s why I asked you to tutor him.” Nick takes a breath before continuing. “Chris has a fear of relationships. He thinks if you two got together he’d be a nod boyfriend to you.”

“So he sleeps with every other girl?”

“Chris wants to be with you.”

I pause to gather my thoughts. “I can’t.”

“Why? What did he do that was so bad? Threaten a guy because he wanted to date you, so what?”

“You do hear yourself right?”

“Y/n, please. Think about this. What did he do?”

“He had the audacity to claim me and tell me I couldn’t be with anyone but he can sleep with any girl he wants! It’s a double standard!”

“If you would tell him how you feel he’d stop, I know he would.”

“Chris wouldn’t stop sleeping around for anything.”

“You don’t hear the way he talks about you when he comes home from your study sessions. He really does like you. I’m forced to hear about it.”

“Nick, you’re my best friend you’re with me all the time.”

“But I don’t want to hear about how much my brother wishes he was with you in his bed.”

“Oh wow so that’s the shit he says about me.”

“No- y/n I’m not- That’s not the shit he says I’m just saying… I don’t want to hear about how much he’s into you. You’re my best friend and he’s my brother, I don’t want to image you two together like that.”

“You’ve spent the last fifteen hours trying to get me to forgive him and get with him.”

Nick groans. “Stop being so difficult.”

“Never.” I tease.

It’s silent for a bit as I look at Nick and think about what he’s been telling me. Suddenly I don’t feel so bad. I don’t feel like crying so much.

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checkmate-stuff · 3 months

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shut me up!

wc. 1.5k words

tw. college au!, popular!aether, fluff, pinning from both sides, they are both down bad, Lumine being tired of them, Scara being a hater (are you guys even surprised) 😔

a/n. This was written with abyss prince aether in mind so yeah he’s kinda flirty and popular (you can tell how down bad i am 🧍🏻‍♀️)

You don't really know it happened — you and aether have always been friends. You met the boy before his college glory days, back in kindergarten. Somehow you became joined by the hip, never doing anything without the other. The friendship many thought would fade after elementary continued till high school and eventually in college. You can’t recall when you first thought of aether as attractive, or when you started feeling warm inside when he would call your name or give you his signature smirk, a tell tale sign he’s up to no good.

It’s through his twin sister and mutual friend – lumine – that you came to the realization that you indeed arbored romantic feelings for your long time friend. What you didn't need was her inviting you over to a coffee shop, along with scaramouche for an “discussion” – which felt more like an intervention in your opinion – about your feelings for aether.

As you sit down after ordering your drink of choice, you can’t help still being wary of this whole intervention team lumine decided to put together. A long silence falls on the table, lumine offering you a soft smile as a “sorry”. It's scaramouche, always the helpful, calm and collected friend who breaks the silence. “Why don't you confess? You guys already act like a couple anyways it's disgusting” You roll your eyes at the remark, one you expected to hear from him, since he never fails to bring it up everytime you and aether hug or do anything that a couple could potentially do (yes even looking at each other for too long, which scara characterize as ‘eye-fucking’). “You know, while scara is just being a hater – lumine starts, sending a pointed look at the boy – he’s right on that, you guys are basically a couple, I’ve seen the way he looks at you…” lumine trails off, an uncharacteristic seriousness in her eyes. Well that was a bold statement isn't it?? Well, maybe not as bold as the next; “you should confess to him he likes you.” You can only stare at scaramouche dumbfounded, before blurring out a weak “huh?”. You're not sure anyone heard you or that he was supposed to say that, at least that's what you think when lumine looks at him, a horrified look on her face, mouthing something only for the boy next to him to hear. The conversation ends when you quickly explain to them that the feeling will eventually go away, the same way they came. A white lie you would like to believe, one that needs to be true for the sake of your friendship

Leaving the cafe, you’re not quite sure about what has gotten into them, to corner you like this, giving a ‘confess to him’ talk just before blurting out that he supposedly feels the way you do. The soft buzzing sound emitted by your phone is what stops you from spiraling, at least for now. Speaking of the devil, it’s a text from aether, who’s inviting you to one of his parties. Not really your scene, but he clearly says in the text that it's a small gathering, not the large loud ones he usually hosts. Honestly, the prospect of seeing him after such a confusing day sounds amazing. You’re grateful for the distraction, already thinking of possible clothes combinations that would be nice for a party.

~~~~~

You cursed yourself for opting for a short slip dress, the cold october air hitting your freshly shaved legs. It’s a quick trip to aether’s apartment. The place is less packed than you thought it would be. Seems like his definition of small gathering his close to yours. While it is indeed a small gathering the music is so loud you’re sure your heart is now synchronized to its beat. It's almost too overwhelming. Your eyes flicker from face to face, trying to find him. The lack of familiar faces makes the thought of going home cross your mind, but it's pushed away when you catch a glimpse of aether’s face. Pushing past the other guests you make your way to the quietness of the kitchen. He greets you with that charming smile of his “I didn't think you’d made it!” God, he’s never looked this handsome, you feel your cheek getting warmer by the seconds so you avert your eyes, answering him “I thought it would be nice to party before the real work starts…” You’re not sure if you'll survive the night, judging by the way your heart keeps trying to burst out of your chest.

You cannot help but think about lumine’s words again and again. Is it possible for him to actually like you? Should you just ask him? And what if he says no? Maybe passing it as one of scara’s jokes could save you from the embarrassment of being rejected. You open your mouth, not sure where to start. Aether seems to have something on his mind, like he’s hesitating to say something. He mutters something under his breath, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips crashing on yours.

~~~~~~

Aether doesn't know how it happened. He considers himself pretty smart, above average. Yes, he might always be at parties, but it doesn't make him less smart right? Then how in the world did he never realize that there has always been an angel next to him. He’s known you forever, way before he had any interest in dating or in girls in general. He can’t recall why he never realized that you were a blessing, an angel sent from God to bring light to his life.

He doesn't need is his twin sister Lumine to tell him he’s fallen deep for you, what he needs is confirmation, he desperately needs to know if you feel the same. Realization has him going through every text and picture of you, looking for a trace – quite frankly anything – that could prove his case, that the both of you were always destined to be together, two against the world, all since that day in kindergarten.

Aether isn't surprised when his friends confront him about his ever growing crush on you, it’s friday night and they’re playing video games at kazuha’s place. What he thought was a simple boy hang out turns out to be a prep talk for his confession. A courtesy of venti (who was definitely prepared by lumine), along with a few psychological facts from xiao, romantic gesture ideas from the hopeless romantic kazuha and teasing remarks from scara.

He tries to shut them up with a short – and not convincing – explanation about how he’ll be fine and eventually confess and that now is simply not ‘the right time’. The boys exchange knowing looks and less than 5 minutes later, the games are long forgotten, the 5 boys are exchanging ideas, ways to make sure you will accept his confession..

The plan is simple, the 5 of them participated in it – yes even scaramouche – it consists of 4 parts; organize a party, invite you. Then if it goes well – if you actually show up – it's something along the lines of getting you to the roof and confessing his undying love to you. The problem is that when he sees you in a slip dress – a piece of clothing that he never thought he would see on you considering your usual attire – his brain crashes down and the plan is thrown out of the window. He’s now certain the universe is against him and God must be having a field day, running his perfect plan. Maybe it's why he just couldn't help himself – the rational part of his brain telling him not to, that it will be the biggest mistake of his life – cursing under his breath before grabbing your face and pulling you into a soft kiss.

~~~~~

You never knew doubts and spiraling could be shutted up so easily. In your defense, never, had you ever thought those thoughts would be shutted up my aether’s lips on your. His soft lips against yours are more than enough to tell you that scra’s little outburst was indeed a hidden truth and that your dreams were about to become reality. Breaking the kiss, you look at your – boyfriend’s ?? – face through your lashes, both of you exchanging small smiles. Aether opens his mouth and whispers, “I'm in love with you”. You break into a fit of giggles, muttering a small “i figured as much” before he pulls you into a breathtaking kiss.

BONUS

“He was supposed to confess on the roof, '' kazuha said, pouting – he’d prepared light to ensure a romantic atmosphere and now his work was all for nothing – looking at his friends finally confessing to each other. lumine is next to him and venti is leaning against the kitchen door frame. “Let's not ruin the moment and give them some privacy”. They are about the leave when Scara enters the kitchen, drink in hand and takes in the scene “EWWWW YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING-

a/n: hello readers :3 this my first fic so please tell me what you think of it! also, requests are open!

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚stellawrites #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin venti #genshin scaramouche #xiao genshin impact #genshin kazuha #genshin lumine #they're in love your honor #and also kinda dumb

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ladylooch · 6 months

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We need jealous Luca.

Crediting my muse (🍻) with formulating this idea in my DMs!

It has been 71 days since Liv Meier was in Luca Fiala’s arms. Yes, he’s been counting every one. Tonight, the marker finally goes back to 0. He arrived in New York late last night for their game tomorrow against the Rangers. Unfortunately, Liv had an exam, a presentation, and mandatory writing time for her book today and wasn’t able to spend much of his day off with him. It’s fine with Luca. His girl is doing big things and well worth the wait.

However, the wait is much longer than anticipated.

He arrives at the restaurant first. He decides to wait for Liv to order anything other than water. He scans the menu, but can’t concentrate. He continues to glance towards the door every time it swings open. She’s five minutes late when he begins to worry. He pulls his phone out, figuring maybe her train was a little late, or that her cab had her stuck in traffic.

When she is 15 minutes late, he calls her. She doesn’t answer because her phone is on do not disturb. He knows she does this when she writes, not even letting his notifications through because distractions can cause her ideas to flutter away from her creative brain.

30 minutes later, his frazzled girlfriend rushes through the door, purse hanging off her elbow, scarf fluttering behind her, as she scans the restaurant for him. Her entire face lights up when she sees him.

“I am so, SO sorry, Luca. I was writing and I completely lost track of time. I forgot to set my alarm.” Luca accepts her quick smooch. She begins to shrug off her jacket. He tries to reach for it to help her, but she shoves it into the booth next to her and plops down before he can. He slowly lowers himself to his side of the booth.

“Um.. it’s okay.” He says, even though it’s not.

He doesn’t understand how he was counting the days to get here and she is late to dinner. There is a whisper in the back of his brain that she is fading away from him. She was late to dinner. Their FaceTime calls are shorter; sometimes he calls and she doesn’t even answer. She’ll eventually send an apology text, but no call back. He understands she is busy, but he can’t help but feel like everything else is more important. In fact, if he has to label the sourness in his chest, he thinks it is jealousy. Jealous of the friends she can find time for here. Jealous of how much time school takes up for her. Jealous that she is seemingly fine with going a whole day barely talking. Jealous that other people get to see her smile and feel her warmth daily while he is left on read.

The waitress comes over for their order. Liv asks Luca if he has a preference on wine. He gestures for her to decide. She grabs a cabernet from Napa they’ve had a few times.

“Hi.” She smiles at him again once they are alone.

“Hi.” Luca purses his lips to resemble a smile.

“I am sorry.” She cringes. Liv can sense Luca’s displeasure with her tardiness. She doesn’t blame him, but it truly wasn’t intentional. “I’ve had writer's block for weeks and it felt good to get some words on paper. That's it. I'm so happy to be here with you now."

Luca wipes at the condensation on his water glass. They pause the conversation as the bottle of wine is evaluated and opened. They both take initial sips, then Luca speaks honestly.

"It doesn't feel like this is a tonight only thing. I’ve barely heard from you the last few weeks. It’s like you have a whole life I'm not a part of. Now you’re late like… you haven’t been missing me at all.”

“You have a whole life that doesn’t include me too.” Liv says, defensive of his words. She pulls her hand away from where it had been stroking his fingers. This bothers Luca more. His eyebrows pull together, eyes getting squinty as he looks at her.

“Yeah, but I include you in my life. I tell you stories. I send you pictures. I talk about you all the time to the guys. Your friends barely know about me. Half the time I call and get your voicemail. You also ignore my texts but have no problem finding time to post on your stories.” He grabs his wine glass, chugging down a couple fast sips. Liv’s eyes drop to the table. “I’m jealous of all the people who get to see and hear from you because I don’t.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” She whispers.

“Well, now you do.” Luca huffs, rolling his neck out and sighing heavily. “What do you want for an appetizer? I’m starving.” He purposefully lightens his voice and changes the subject, seeing the distress hanging on Liv’s frame. Maybe he was a little harsh with her. He reaches out for her hand, giving it a squeeze. “They have fried Ravioli.” He knows it’s her favorite. Liv shakes her head yes. They are both quiet, continuing to look over the menu as Luca rubs his thumb along her knuckles.

“I’ll do better.” Liv says once he pushes his menu away after deciding on rigatoni with a white sauce, peas, and pancetta.

“I know you’re busy, babe. I just need a little more of you than you’re giving me.” Liv nods. “I love you.” He reminds her, making sure her eyes stay on his as he speaks.

“I am having a hard time juggling everything… and not talking to my dad has been weighing on me in the middle of this book deadline and… you deserve so much better. I’ve been taking you for granted and I don’t want you to feel this way. I love you so much-“

“Liv. Baby, it’s okay. Let's move on. I want to have a good night with you. Tell me about your busy day.” He opens his arms, gesturing for her to come into his side of the booth. She does so willingly, sighing contently when she can feel the warmth of him through the side of her sweater. Her and Luca talk throughout dinner and into dessert. Things feel normal by the time he is paying the check. She is heavy with sadness when Luca needs to head back to the hotel for curfew.

“Call me when you get home?” He wraps her into his arms.

“Right when I walk in the door.” She burrows her nose into his shirt for another moment, then pulls back.

“I’ll see you after the game tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too. Good luck.” Luca smiles into their kiss. “Score on Con so I can rub it in Lucie’s face.”

“I'll do my best.” He chuckles. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight.” Liv waves longingly as she walks backwards to the left and he heads to the right. She pouts at the sight of his retreating back, hating how she fucked up their one night together in 2.5 months.

Plus, after tomorrow, she doesn’t know when she will see him again.

#Liv X Luca

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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(AsIsHerRight requested Lucius and Charlie hanging out when things were lower stakes, then in I Wanna Sink to the Bottom With You. Charlie is 17 here.)

“Stede!” Lucius called from the front hall, keys jingling.

“He’s not here!” Charlie called back from the couch. He was sprawled there, book on his stomach and dozing off.

“Of course he’s not,” Lucius sighed, stepping into the living room. He was holding dry cleaning, shiny in its bags. “They left you here?”

“I didn’t want to go shopping,” Charlie shrugged. “Want me to take that up to their room?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just hang it on the back of Stede’s closet door. They can sort it out when we get back.”

Charlie got up and took the hangers from him and did just that. When he got back downstairs, Lucius was still standing there, texting with a slight furrow to his brow.

“My date is ditching me for work,” Lucius glanced up. “You know, you might like this gallery show. It’s seasonal.”

“Spooky?” Charlie guessed.

“Probably. The collection is called The Body Exploded.”

“Sold. When?”

“If you can be changed in the next ten minutes, we can get dinner and go. I’ll tell them that I’m borrowing you.”

“Awesome! ….what do I need to change into?”

“Anything that’s not your superhero underoos,” Lucius eyed his current attire. The t-shirt had seen better days and was about three sizes too big with a faded Spiderman leaping across it. His boxers matched.

“Buzzkill,” Charlie sniffed, but went into his room to change. Not wanting to make Lucius regret the offer, he put on slacks and the only shirt he had here that didn’t have a logo on it. It was a light blue collarless t-shirt and a little tighter than he remembered. Probably fine.

“Good?” He stepped back out. Lucius glanced up, the. Back down at his phone. Paused. Then slowly looked back up again.

“Where did that body come from?” He cocked his head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re ripped. Shredded. What other destructive word is there for muscles?” Lucius hit send and shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Oh, it’s all from cross training,” Charlie shrugged. “I can’t get too bulky, but I do some lifting. Mostly squats and running though.”

“Ugh the gym,” Lucius wrinkled his nose. “Well it’s working. You look fine, let’s go.”

“Where are we eating?”

“With you? There’s an Italian place that basically gives you a bucket of pasta and the meatballs are the size of my fist.”

“Hell yeah,” he said happily. “Who ratted me out?”

“Eddy was impressed by your annihilation of all their leftovers.”

“I’m just keeping things neat. Their fridge is a nightmare lab.”

“I know. I’ve seen it. Good job taking the potential botulism on the chin. Let’s go, we want to get to the restaurant in time for happy hour.”

“You’re drinking while taking care of a minor?” Charlie tsked. “Bad role modeling for impressionable minds.”

“If I don’t get a drink in me, I will be a way worse role model. It has been too long a week and it’s only Tuesday.”

“So it was Izzy that ditched you?” He held the door for Lucius.

“I-yeah. You know my schedule?” Lucius asked suspiciously.

“It’s not like that part is hard. You guys have done Tuesday date nights the entire time I’ve known you,” Charlie scoffed.

“I will bet you a hundred dollars that Stede doesn’t know that.”

“Wow, yeah, I think that says more about Dad than it does about me.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Lucius glanced at him. “Can I ask how college applications are going or is that a no go?”

“Oh, uh. I got in already,” he said to his shoes.

“How? It’s October.”

“Yeah, it’s the whole swimming thing.”

“Explain,” Lucius demanded. “Also we’re going to take the subway, you’ve got the app, right?”

“Of course I do, how do you think I get around?”

“Figured you went web slinging.”

“Spiderman is awesome, you can’t shame me about it.”

“I’m married to a comics nerd, so it’s really only a light bit of pretension,” Lucius informed him. “So. College?”

“Schools have to recruit for swim early cause of how our seasons fall out. I got some offers and then it was just choosing.”

“Offers? As in more than one?”

“Uh, maybe,” Charlie mumbled.

“How many?”

“...four.”

“Four?!” Lucius slapped him lightly on the bicep. “I thought I was impressive for getting $500 a semester to cover books. How good were the offers?”

“Full rides?” he said sheepishly.

“Congratulations, I think I might actually expire out of retroactive jealousy,” Lucius decided. “Not that you don’t deserve it, but fuck, that’s a lot. So you chose already?

“Yeah,” Charlie warmed to that part of the topic. “I did a few weekend campus visits last month, met coaches and some of the teams.”

“And?”

“And it made me realize that I wanted someone who would get me to the next level without taking years off my life. Most of the coaches just brag about how hard they work everyone and then numbers. There was only one guy that talked about regimes and break times, and how low injuries were. I was into that.”

“I’ll bet, so where are you headed?”

They trooped down the stairs to the subway station, the familiar rush of hellish noise and smells rushing to meet Charlie. He was almost fond of it by now.

“Southern State.”

“But...that’s a plane ride,” Lucius frowned. “Not even a super short one.”

“Yeah,” Charlie shrugged. “None of them were close. And I like the idea of it being warm year round.”

“Gotta follow your heart,” Lucius looked away, "but we’ll miss you.”

“I’m barely here anyway,” Charlie protested. “And I’ll come around for holidays and stuff.”

“Not the same,” Lucius put on an old lady voice. “Our babies! All grown up! Sunrise, sunset!”

“Shut up,” he laughed. “You’ll all live just fine without me.”

“Debatable, but fine, go spread your wings or whatever.”

“You went to college, right?” Charlie checked. “For fine arts?”

“Uh huh. Learned how to hold a pencil and everything.”

“Any tips?”

Lucius came to stop on the platform. He stared down at the tracks, biting his lip then said, “Put some energy into making friends and keeping them. It won’t just happen on its own.”

Charlie didn’t say that he’d figured that out. Because he was still pretty fucking bad at it.

“So...you didn’t like it much?”

“Yeah, no, I won’t lie to you,” Lucius sighed. “I’m glad I stuck it out and I did make good contacts, yada yada yada. I mean, that’s who’s show we’re seeing tonight. One of my college buddies curates this edgy kind of gallery and they put the show together.”

“But...”

“But I never figured out how to connect,” he said distantly. “It’s kind of funny now. Like I’m living in a suite with a bunch of dudes, working in a bar, and acting like an asshole on stage. Sort of went in reverse, but better.”

“I don’t know how college it is to be married to one of the ‘dudes’,” Charlie pointed out.

“Upgraded experience. Anyway, point is: no, I’m not your college tips guy. Don’t ask Roach either. He doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Noted,” Charlie grimaced. “I’ll ask Buttons.”

“Buttons?” Lucius frowned. “Why?”

The train rolled in and they lost a minute getting on. They both laid hands on a pole.

“Buttons has a Ph.D.” Charlie reminded him as the train finally pulled away.

“He does?” Lucius swung around the pole to face him. “Stop...no. Really?”

“Uh, really?” Charlie raised his eyebrows. “How do you not know that? You know everything!”

“I’m not omniscient and I didn’t know because he never said. In what?”

“Philosophy.”

“That makes more sense,” Lucius allowed. “But he was definitely on the carnival route for a while.”

“Yeah, he won’t tell me how that happened. He says it’s a story that belongs to the sky,” Charlie admitted. “And only after I asked him a bunch of times.”

“I wonder if Pete knows? Hold on, fact checking.”

“I’m a reliable source!”

“Remind how long it’s been since we had to debase you of the notion that you couldn't put hand soap in the dishwasher?”

“Hey! That as a perfectly reasonable-”

Lucius held up a hand in his face and Charlie considered it for a second then did the only thing little brotherhood had trained him for.

“Fucking gross!” Lucius groaned and rubbed his licked palm over Charlie’s shoulder, who snickered.

“Better than Alma, she almost broke my nose over that.”

“As she well should. I’m voting for her rights on that, you’re disgusting,” Lucius determined. “I was right, being an only child is the only way to go.”

“Hey, it was this or not being born, so.” Charlie considered that. “I guess I wouldn’t know if it didn’t happen.”

“Great, you have an existential crisis, slime boy, give me a sec.”

Lucius texted, waited then frowned, typing quickly again. “Well then.”

“Ha! In your FACE!”

“On my hand, actually. I need to boil my flesh now.”

“I’m clean. Ish. I mean I brushed my teeth since the last time I put my mouth somewhere questionable.”

“When did you-”Lucius started, caught the look in Charlie’s eye, then stopped dead. “No. Nope. We are not having fun hook up gossip. It’s too fucking weird and you’re a child.”

“I’m almost 18.”

“Not almost enough,” Lucius grimaced. “I’m too young to be a dirty old man.”

“What age makes someone a dirty old man?” Charlie asked merrily. “Cause you hang out with a looooot of old guys. Maybe you’ve become one by injection?”

“Fuck. Off. You. Asshole.” Lucius groaned. “Why did I want to take you again?”

“Cause you got ditched and I was five feet away? Be more proactive next time.”

“A pox on me,” Lucius agreed, but he was kind of smiling, so Charlie figured it was fine.

The Italian place really did have enormous portions. When Charlie scraped the bottom of his plate and sucked down the last noodle, Lucius golf-clapped.

“Truly horrendous. Amazing. Dessert?”

“Yeah, absolutely. I need coffee and cannolis.”

“I was...joking, but okay,” Lucius said gamely. “I like cannolis. I’m getting my own, I’m not interested in losing a finger.”

“I haven’t mauled anyway recently,” Charlie leaned back in his chair, pleased. “So how many of my selections have wound up on your shelves recently?”

“Very few,” Lucius admitted. “Izzy knows my tolerance levels and apparently you’ve been on a body horror kick. I liked that one though...Weaveworld?”

“Clive Barker,” Charlie said appreciatively. “I thought you might.”

“You had me at Nimrod”

They lapsed into book talk, an easy meandering around the few titles they had in common as they polished off the cannolis and Charlie drank two cups of coffee.

“You won’t fall asleep.”

“Good,” Charlie sighed. “I’m sleepy by ten, how is that gonna fly in college?”

“Life finds a way,” Lucius said wryly, taking out his wallet. Only to find Charlie already holding the billfold out to the waiter. “Charlie, no.”

“What? You asked, I’m paying. Who cares?”

“Charlie-”

“Trust fund. Full ride. Spoiled brat. Plus side for you: I pay.”

“You’re not spoiled.”

“Say I’m not a brat with a straight face.”

“I don’t lie to children.”

“Maybe you should start,” Charlie smiled at the waiter as they took the check. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” the waiter stalled out for a second.

“Seventeen,” Lucius said flatly.

“Have a good evening!” The waiter’s eyes went wide and he took off toward the register.

“I do actually need my debit card back,” Charlie laughed.

“I’ll get it, menace.”

The gallery wasn’t far from there, a nice space, with big white walls. Currently covered in fever dream of gore.

“Oh this is awesome,” Charlie said reverently, stepping closer to a painting of a ribcage.

“It’s definitely inspiring awe. Like the old school, fear of the lord kind,” Lucius muttered, but he didn’t rush Charlie along, or snap at him for skipping ahead and rotating back. He let him do his thing while he paused at his own interests.

“Come see this one,” Charlie circled back around him, tugging once at his sleeve like he really was an eager little kid. “It’s a knockout.”

“Mm, if you say so,” Lucius followed after him.

He took him to a large canvas at the back. The artist had sketched out an anatomical heart with felted yarn in shades of blue and green, laced through with yellow veins. Tucked into the weave of yarn were coins, buttons and some safety pins.

“Fountain Wishes,” Charlie pointed to the plaque.

“Huh,” Lucius took a step back. “That’s...huh.”

“Right?” Charlie grinned. “Like I know it’s not the most profound thing ever, but I dunno. I think it’s something.”

“I like it better than the rest of this. Blood for the sake of blood never does it for me, but...yeah. I like this. It’s a little...dreamy.”

“I think it’s kind of sad,” Charlie offered. “Like those wishes don’t come true. Wishes just don’t.”

“Don’t know about that. But...maybe not the kind of things people ask for on coins most of the time.”

“We’re asking too much of our hearts,” Charlie concluded.

“Or not enough,” Lucius countered.

Either way, they stood there for another minute or so, before Charlie was off to the next thing. When he turned around though, Lucius was still there, but no longer looking at the art. He was watching Charlie, brow furrowed. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

He shrugged it off. He was used to adults tracking his movements. He wasn’t going anywhere. At least not tonight.

Lucius: Returning your offspring shortly.

Stede: Thank you for taking him out. Did you both enjoy the show?

Lucius: Yes. Him more than me. Did you see the dry cleaning?

Stede: The blue dress is missing.

Lucius: It’s at the bar, you said you’d use it this Friday, figured it would be easier.

Stede: You’re right. Thank you.

Lucius: Charlie told me where he’s going to school. Are you okay with it?

Stede: He picked a place? He told me he was still considering it! Mary too as far as I know.

Lucius: oops.

Stede: I won’t tell him you slipped. Where did he choose?

Lucius: Forgot already! You’ll have to ask him.

Stede: Fine. I wonder why he told you first?

Lucius: Don’t know. Just asked?

Stede: I'll do that then. I was trying to give him some space.

Lucius: sure. Subway now. See you in ten.

#leda house and the kraken verse #lucius black #charlie bonnet

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etheralisi · 3 months

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I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

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Nice knowing you guys

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Wtf??? Where do you live?

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You can’t just ask someone where they live

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op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

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The hell is happening in your city?

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The end of the world

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Where else would you learn that?

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🚀jj-sails Follow

Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

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🦙dramallama Follow

So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

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At this point no one is surprised

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

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I lived bitch

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Context?

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No ✨

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Sorry everyone ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

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Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

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♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined

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Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

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Hello

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JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

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It’s Sensei’s fault

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#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

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Relatable

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Umm???

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Day 3667 of me posting: no

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Wow this blog is dedicated

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Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

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This post… aged

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Pay up op

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there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

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I thought that was a rogue cosplayer

#for real though. What even happened to them?

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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

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🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE

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I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

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🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from.

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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

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Pretty lights and vigilantes?

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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

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Isn’t your fandom super dead?

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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never

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Fandom still going strong 💪

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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

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Sorry, mutants???

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Nah it’s defo aliens

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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

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Children are terrifying

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Agreed. But I feel like there’s a story here

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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

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Woah

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@ HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

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Set a profile picture because apparently everyone’s blocking me thinking I’m a bot?

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Sorry CJ

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine ☀️ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy

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Aww, hey Orange

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Hey, where’s my ask

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Orange?

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs 🪳 Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they’re bugging you

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Two can play at this game

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Jk ☀️☀️☀️

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I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didn’t know the name of my account. Back when they didn’t bug me in my inbox

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Then make another one?

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Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

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What about your sister?

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You’re fine

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Favouritism

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Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.

❤️🧡💜💙

#I don’t know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and that’s that you are heroes

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selecia-garris · 9 months

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Meeting Sam and Colby

Because I was bored so why not 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

Selecias pov

“Come on slow poke” I call to my best friend shawn mendes, we’re in the airport headed to Canada because he wants to go and he invited me, I’m currently in the lead and he’s walking so slow.

Sh- dude I’m trying

S- I’m not even walking that fast

Sh- I knowwww but I’m tiredddd

S- shut up you can sleep on the plane

Sh- I really don’t like you

S- yea I know *laughs*

We finally get to security and we go through the check our passports and our plane tickets and then we board the plane.

S- it sucks I gotta sit next to some rando *laughs*

Sh- I know I wanna sit next to my bestie

S- you’re the one that invited me super last minute

Sh- now that’s just rude

S- no it’s not *laughs*

I find my seat and wave bye to Shawn and sit down I put my headphones in and decide to watch some Sam and Colby videos they aren’t posting at the moment but I love rewatching there videos, I click the first one I see and it’s the conjuring video, ouuu I love this one, I watch the video and try not to laugh too loud because I don’t want to disturb anyone or be the loud seat mate for anyone. I end up watching waverly hills sanatorium, Lizzie Borden, and a bunch of random videos of there’s I’m on one of my favorite videos it’s the Samantha and Colleen cooking video and it’s at the part where “Colleen”/colby is explaining saying first we put the butter in the pan and Sam pretends to him and he screams don’t, i giggle and continue watching the video.the video ends and I just clicked on another one and I’m waiting on it to load when I hear.

C- damn you having a Sam and Colby marathon over there

I look over and my eyes meet Colby’s

S- holy shit have you been there the whole time?

C- yea *laughs*

S- wow how did I not notice you *laughs*

C- I have no idea I’ve been seen here watch you try not to be loud when you laugh at the funny parts I heard all of the commentary and the “the hold Colby has on me” yea I heard that *laughs*

S- oh my god *laughs*

C- yea don’t worry I thought it was adorable *smiles*

S- thanks *smiles* so why are you guys headed to Canada is it for a videooooo?!

C- yup, me,Sam and Kat are investigating Canadas most haunted fortress with Celina spookyboo

S- oh shit that’s awesome *laughs* I love her and kmk

C- you watch kmk?!

S- yea I love her TikToks *laughs* I say okay like Riley does all the time, otay!

C- love itttt *laughs*

S- I’m guessing Sam and Kat sat next to each leaving you to see here and talk to me?

C- yup *laughs* why are you going to Canada?

S- my best friend Shawn mendes invited me he’s from here and missed his family plus it’s winter time in Canada and from alllll the pictures I’ve seen it’s so beautiful

C- it really is

S- yes I love it and I was really nervous because this is literally my first time ever on an airplane and I’m scared shitless of heights but your videos helped distract me and now you can *laughs*

C- awe well I’m glad we could distract you especially me because I’m actually talking to you

S-*laughs* your an idiot

C- I know *laughs*

S- well at least you know

Colby and I talked the whole flight half way through we exchanged numbers and then we head to grab our luggage we have to wait because there’s other in front of ours apparently so we stand there and wait and Shawn texts his mom, that’s when I notice colby coming over.

C- awh the ole luggage waiting game *laughs*

S- yea it’s such a fan game

I say sarcastically and I laugh

C- yea I know right *laughs*

S- *laughs* oh look there it is

C- awe I was hoping we could talk longer

S- awe I’m sorry I’ll text you and we can hang out tomorrow or something *smiles*

C- okay *smiles*

S- bye Colby

C- bye selecia

We head towards the exit and we find Shawn’s mom and we head to the car and we get in and drive away.

K- how was the flight?

Sh- boring for me and fun for her

Shawn grumbles the last part and my smile fades.

K- why was it boring for you and fun for her?

Sh- I had to sit by myself and she got to fawn over some hot YouTuber, awe I wish we could talk longer, ew

S- are you jealous Shawn?

Sh- pfttt no

S- hmm something is telling me otherwise but I don’t wanna argue with you so when your ready to talk about we can

Sh- how can you not see that I’ve been in love with you since we met, all those years ago

S- w-what? Your in love with me Shawn? I-

Sh- don’t say anything you clearly like Colby it’s cool

S- ughhh whatever

I put my headphones in and I go on my phone ignoring Shawn, what the fuck?! He’s in love with me?! Since we met?! I shake the thoughts and questions away and focus on the music, of course it’s a Shawn song so I change it and there she goes by Justin Bieber starts to play.

Shawn’s pov

K- honey why would you blurt it out like that

Mom asks me after I the fight she just witnessed

Sh- I don’t know mom she made me upset

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh and look back at selecia she’s listening to music and singing along, I’m not sure to what song but she’s in her own little world, I can’t help but to smile it’s true, I have been in love with her since the day we met.

*flashback* (Shawn’s pov)

Im sitting at a lunch table by myself when a girl walks up to me, she’s got on a one direction t-shirt on and a pair of jeans her hairs in a bun and she’s truly beautiful.

S- hi I’m selecia mind if I sit here

Sh- no go ahead, I’m Shawn by the way

S- your quiet the talk everyone knows you how come your sitting all alone?

Sh- because the people talking are making fun of me, I’m not like everyone else I like Harry Potter and I love music and I want to be a singer

S- well see that right there is why people don’t like you, you have goals and dreams and things you want to accomplish and they jealous, I heard you singing in the choir room and wow you got some vocals on you, she smiles and continues you’re gonna make it and all those people making fun of you now will be buying tickets to your concerts for there daughters, neices or hell newphews,brothers, sisters, cousins just wait, she smiles and starts eating.

Sh- thanks for that *smiles*

S- no problem Shawn, I can tell we’re gonna be besties

Sh- yea me too *smiles*

*end of flashback*

K- you’ll be okay son I promise she’ll come around, you can’t rush love

Sh- what do you mean she’ll come around?

K- she’s in love with you she just doesn’t realize it yet, she will though give it time, she may like this guy and that guy or whoever but she’ll find her way to you

Sh- thanks mom

K- no problem son, I love you

Selecias pov

Karen’s words echoed through my head “she’s In love with you she just doesn’t realize it yet”, “she will though give it time” “she may like this guy or that guy but she’ll find her way to you” wow does Shawn’s mom really believe that? I’ve known her for years and i knows she’s always known Shawn and I have always flirted, well up until he met left and then he met Camila, but i try and focus on the music but I can’t Karen’s words reply in my mind and I’m confused I don’t know what to do right now, we eventually get to the house and I grab my bags and go inside and set them in Aaliyah’s room.

A- hey you okay?

S- no I heard a conversation between your mom and brother about us dating and now it’s left me confused

A- i thought you liked my brother?! Who’d you meet?!

S- Colby Brock, he was had the seat next to me on the plane

A- what?! That’s insane dude

S- yea you’re telling me

A- well personally I ship you with my brother I always have, you guys are always flirting and he’s always making you blush and being all protective over you

S- yea you’re right *smiles* I just don’t want to break Colby’s heart

A- I’ll date him that way he’s not heartbroken *laughs*

S- *laughs* I mean you are 18 now *laughs*

A- see and it’s legal *laughs*

S- *laughs* thanks layiah that made me feel better

A- no problem *smiles* now what was Colby like

S- that man is so much hotter in person oh my god and his smile ughhhh I died a little

A- oh my god and how are his hugs

S- the best fucking hugs in the world besides your bothers but I’m saying that from a fan stance and not because I really like your brother

A- oh my god I knew it *laughs*

Sh- y-y-you really like me? I-I thought

S- you thought wrong mendes *smiles* well actually you didn’t but I just needed a little push in the right direction I was confused because I like you but I also like Colby well liked now but you know what I’m trying to say *laughs*

Sh- I do *smiles*

S- soooo mendessssss

Sh- sooooo garissssss

S- you wanna be my boyfriend?

Sh- do you wanna be my girlfriend?

S- duh *smiles*

Sh- of course I’ll be your boyfriend then since no one else wants you

S- you’re rude *laughs*

Sh- I’m joking *laughs*

K- see told you

S- *smiles* yea she told you Shawn *laughs*

Sh- you heard us?

S- yea, but I’m not mad your moms right and Aaliyah was that push

Sh- thank you Aaliyah *laughs*

A- yea no problem don’t say I’ve never done anything for you *laughs*

Sh- yea I won’t *laughs*

S- *smiles*

C- so when we’re you gonna tell me?

S- colby how long have you been standing there

C- long enough to hear everything Shawn’s mom let me in cause I asked if you were here

S- oh, listen Colby I’m really sorry I am, I never met to hurt you, your my second favorite person in this world and I would never intentionally hurt you, I was so confused because I liked you and I like Shawn and I didn’t know what to do it was all to much

C- hey it’s okay breathe selecia breathe

S-*breathes*

C- you good now?

S- yea, thanks

C- listen I got the vibe there was something between you two so I’m not mad I’m a little upset because you are incredibly beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you *smiles*

S- awe thanks Colby *smiles*

Sh- she is incredibly beautiful isn’t she

K- yes she is *smiles* wow your right sese he is hot *laughs*

A- mom?! *laughs*

K- what I’m just saying *laughs*

A- well as long as we’re just saying, I’m just saying I’m single and I’m legal *laughs*

S- layiah *laughs*

A- what? I’m just saying *laughs*

S- I can’t with you dude your too much but go ahead *laughs* shoot your shot dude *laughs*

A- hey Colby!!!

C- hi *laughs* why you’re beautiful

S- see he tell that to all the ladies *laughs*

C- wow don’t make me sound like a manwhore

S- your not though well maybe for ghost hookers *laughs*

C- ouch that hurt but true *laughs*

A- soooo we’re just gonna ignore the fact that he just called me beautiful like I could die and be okay with life *laughs*

C- *laughs* she’s funny

A- and he Called me funny dude I’m dead now

She falls back on the bed and pretends to be dead.

S- we are here to celebrate the life of Aaliyah Marie Mendes taken from the world but a complements from her favorite YouTuber Colby Brock he called her beautiful and funny and now here we are celebrating her life, she was taken from us too soon, way too soon?! Colby how do you feel about all of this

C- I feel incredibly bad I didn’t mean to kill her I was just complementing her and is this a funeral or an interview *laughs*

S- it’s both shut up *laughs*

A- it’s the “Colby how do you feel about all this?” For me *laughs*

S-*laughs*

A- *laughs*

C- I love you selecia *smiles*

S- I love you too Colby *smiles* your my best friend

C- yesssss *laughs*

S- you’re such an idiot I can’t with you *laughs*

C- but you love me

S- yea unfortunately i just told you and I can’t take it back now *laughs*

C- haha!

S- shut up *laughs*

C- no I won’t *laughs*

Sh- wow you guys fight like children *laughs*

S- *laughs* it’s cause he’s childish

C- well so are you *laughs*

S- I never said I wasn’t *laughs*

Eventually Colby leaves and Shawn leaves the and layiah and I relax in her room.

A- dude I’m so happy for you

S- thanks *smiles* I just hope when we tell the fans they don’t compare Camila and I

A- oh god me too I hate that they do that

S- me too

A- but I know the fans are gonna love you

S- i hope so

A- they will have some faith, not all fandoms are like the same and Colby fandom when Colby hangs out with a girl

S- true

A- I know it is

S-*smiles*

Layiah and I lay in her room on our phones and Shawn comes in and lays next to me

S- hi

Sh- hi *smiles*

S- what are you doing?

Sh-bugging you

S- well obviously

Sh- I wanted to lay with you but I know you wanna hang out with Aaliyah so I came in here

S- awe arent you sweet *smiles*

A- yea only for you *laughs*

S- that’s not true he loves you guys and his fans *laughs*

Sh- yea what my girlfriend said

S- *blushes*

Sh- I love saying it *smiles* my girlfriend, my girlfriend, m-

S- say it one more time and I swear to god Shawn *laughs*

Sh- that’s just rude

S- no it’s not we get it I’m your girlfriend *laughs* and I love that title but you’re gonna annoy your sister *laughs again*

A- yeah Shawn you’re gonna annoy your sister

Sh- shut up, and it’s my job to annoy her I’m her older brother *laughs*

A- *laughs*

S- he has a point *laughs* All my brothers get on my nerves

Sh- how are your brothers the one ones in Florida

S- they’re good why?

Sh- just asking *smiles*

S- oh okay *smiles*

Sh- yea, you haven’t talked about them in a while

S- oh well it’s cause there’s never a reason too I mean unless we talk about siblings which we don’t *laughs*

Sh- true *laughs* come on we’re going on a walk

S- ouuu okay *smiles* it’s freezing outside though

Sh- I’ll keep you warm *laughs*

S- you better *laughs*

We walk outside and the cold air hits us and I start freezing.

S- it’s so cold out here

Sh- come here I’ll hold you while we walk

S- how is that gonna work

Sh- just come here *laughs*

S- fine *laughs*

He holds me and we take a few steps and it’s not working.

S- told you *laughs* but it’s okay I’ll wait till we find a place to sit.

Sh- okay *smiles* there’s a Tim hortons not to far from here you wanna walk there?

S- is it the same we always went too?

Sh- yea actually it is *laughs*

S- oh my god, I missed that Tim Hortons, that was where I realized I liked you

Sh- really?

S- yea we were studying for a test and you kept sticking sticky notes on my paper so I couldn’t write

Sh- oh my god I remember that *laughs* god we have so many memories together it’s crazy

S- it honestly is *smiles* why’d it take us so long to get together?

Sh- I don’t know

S- me neither *laughs* I know handwrittens about me

Sh- y-y-you do?

S- yea Andrew told me the night it came out at your album release party, also said there’s a couple songs on illuminate and Shawn mendes the album, he told about illuminate and Shawn mendes the album later but yea *smiles* the only question I have is where does i don’t even know her name fit?

Sh- the back to school party at Tiffany’s house in middle school when you showed up with one of your friends and I seen you for the first time

S- oh my god that was so long ago *laughs*

Sh- it was, sometimes I wish I could go back and see where life would have taken me if I hadn’t left if I hadn’t waited so long to tell you how I felt

S- well me too, but everything happens for a reason Shawn, I smile and hold his hand.

Sh- I like holding your hand *smiles*

S- me too, omg you remember that time in high school right before you left when that one girl liked you I think her name was Vivian or something with a v I don’t remember but she had the biggest crush on you and would ask you out like everyday and you told her you were dating me and to prove we were dating she made us hold hands me kiss *laughs*

Sh- oh my god I remember that *laughs* after that kiss was when I fell in love with you

S- really?

Sh- yea and then I left met Camila and dated her and now I’m with you and I always knew I’d end up with you

S- really how?

Sh- because my feelings for you haven’t faded or changed or anything they have always been the same, madly in love with you, some nights when I was with Camila, I’d think about you and I’d wonder about what you were doing, how you were doing, if you were getting treated like a queen every ran through my mind and I felt so bad I really did, I felt bad for leaving, I felt bad for not texting or calling you I felt bad for how we left things.

S- I hate talking about the night we left things

Sh- me too

S- no I have entirely different reason why

Sh- well why?

S- I made out with someone that night to piss you off

Sh- ohhh I’m so over that *laughs*

S- you are?

Sh- yea that was when we were in high school I don’t care about anything that isn’t happening now and you shouldn’t either.

he smiles at me and I smile back, he’s right.

S- you are right Shawn *smiles*

Sh- I know I am *laughs*

S- Shawn

Sh- yea, I love you

Sh- I love you too beautiful

S-*smiles* I like when you call me beautiful it makes me feel beautiful

Sh- well that’s why I do it because you truly are beautiful

S- *smiles*

Sh- you have the most beautiful smile in the world *smiles*

S- thanks babe *smiles*

Sh- you remember the first time we had seen each other after I wrapped the illuminate tour, you were here visiting and I seen you walking

S- yea I remember that, I remember almost getting hit by a car to her across the street to you too

Sh- I actually forgot about that I do remember that now *laughs*

S- yea *laughs* oh since we’re bringing up memories you remember when you asked me to senior prom with life of the party and I cried and told you no because I liked you as a friend and then I went with what the hell was his name

Sh- Shane something *laughs* but yeah I remember

S- I only went to prom with him to protect you

Sh- what do you mean?

S- well before you had asked me Shane threatened to hurt you so I told him yea and that’s why I turned you down that day I never wanted to hurt you, in fact I would have much rather gone with you because he almost uh

Sh- oh my who stopped him

S- you did calling for me

Sh- that’s why you ran to me crying

S- yup

Sh- Jesus dude I’m so sorry

S- it’s okay, he didn’t and I’m still a vrigin *laughs*

Sh- true *smiles*

S- I miss the old times, before you left when we would go to the movies all the time go skating, and just live life

Sh- maybe we should stay for a while, I mean we have nothing going on in la and mom and dad and layiah would love to have us around for a while, plus Christmas is coming up *smiles*

S- oh my I forgot about Christmas *laughs* I think we should too it’ll be fun *smiles* and we can go to all the spots and places we used to go to

Sh- oh my god yesssss *smiles*

S- yay *smiles*

Sh- this is fun walking with you talking about old times

S- yea I agree *smiles*

Shawn and I eventually get to the Tim Hortons and while we’re waiting in line I see Justin Bieber come in I’ve never met him but Shawn has so when he sees Shawn he walks over.

J- Shawn what’s up man?! Good to see you

Sh- oh hey Justin it’s good to see you too man, how’s Hailey?

J- she’s good she’s at home with the family she wanted Tim’s so here I am *laughs* who’s the girl just staring at me is she okay?

Sh- Justin this is my girlfriend selecia and no she’s not she’s a huge fan *laughs*

J- oh this is the best friend you were telling me about wow you’re right Shawn she is beautiful

S- y-y-you talked about me with Justin Bieber?!

Sh- yea *laughs*

S- I- wow uh okay give me like 3 minutes to compose myself *laughs*

Sh- come here

He grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes

Sh- breathe babe breathe

S-*breathes* thanks wow that really helped

Sh- great now let’s talk to Justin well actually you can I’ll wait in line to order our drinks your usual

S- you remember?

Sh- yup iced mocha latte blended with chocolate drizzle and a stake egg and cheese bagel

S- wow I can’t believe you remember that *smiles* but yea do they still do all day breakfast?

Sh- it’s on the sign so yes *laughs*

S- okay jeez I didn’t see it *laughs*

Justin and walk to a booth and sit down.

S- wow who would have thought I’d be sitting in front of Justin Bieber *laughs*

J- still a little starstruck? *laughs*

S- yea *laughs* it really is an honor you are my og Shawn mendes and by that I mean my og favorite person in this world *smiles* I’ve had Bieber fever since 2012

J- jeez that’s a long time *laughs*

S- oh yea *laughs* my favorite album is justice because there’s just too many good songs I mean there she goes, life time, Hailey god I love that song it’s so good oh and the one with kid laroi uh unstable, I’ve never felt a song more in my life, anyone was actually a song i decided to my ex girlfriend s she was the love of my life but she left, but before we broke up anyone came on the radio and I told her it was my song to her *smiles*

J- aweee that’s cute and thank you for the support I can’t believe you’ve been a beliber since 2012 dude, it blows my mind and I’m really sorry about your ex girlfriend but you’ve got Shawn now and he’s a really great guy

S- you’re welcome Justin and you’re so right *smiles* you know those TikToks where people rate where you stand a fan of your music

J- yea

S-well one day I was scrolling through my fyp and one came up and I legit knew every song on the list and once I realized I was a true fucking Bileber It made me realize how far you’ve come and it made me sad because you started when you were so young you didn’t really have much either and I think that’s why I love you so much is because growing up I didn’t have much and when I turned 18 it was you need to get a job and help with bills and be an adult I hated it I hate working fast food jobs, if I didn’t live in la I’d go back to my last job, I moved there after I graduated college and i never looked back

J- wow im sorry you never had much *frowns* I know what it’s like and it’s not exactly fun

S- no it’s not it’s also the reason I’ve never seen Shawn live, we weren’t talking when he was touring and I was broke, but at least when I do I’ll be his girlfriend if not I hope im there as his best friend *smiles*

J-damn that’s so ass dude, and awe I don’t think you guys are gonna ever break up if you guys do it won’t be long *laughs*

S- you have a point *laughs*

Sh- here you go beautiful

S- awe thank you *smiles* Justin is literally the coolest person ever

Sh- I’m glad you love Justin babe *laughs*

S- I do love him a lot his my og favorite person in this world *laughs*

J- you hear that mendes, og before you *laughs*

S- shut up *laughs*

Sh- who’s Justin Bieber?

J- ouch still not over that?! *laughs*

S- no it’s the “you know when I said who’s Shawn mendes I-I really didn’t know it was the first time i ever heard your name” for me *laughs*

Sh- oh my god *laughs*

J- *laughs* i- can’t even say anything

S- damn I made Justin Bieber speechless *laughs* when you were on the verge of getting deported and that clip of you saying “I don’t recall” I seen it and was so upset I was like no not Justin he’s just a baby, leave him be *laughs* but then I laughed because of the “I don’t recall”

J- awe I know I’ve done some stupid shit and I’m not proud of it but who I was than isn’t who I am now ya know

S- oh I know that we’ve all done some stupid shit like one time when Shawn and I were in high school I got mad at him for something so I made out with one of his friends, Cameron Dallas actually and I still regret to this day but I would never ever do that again, your verse in monster is so fitting because that’s exactly what people did with you they judged you because you made a couple mistakes, and I didn’t stop loving you but I did take a break from the fandom for a while and that’s when I found Shawn and that i heard one of my favorite songs by you on pandora it’s called runway love, I can sing that song with no lyrics to this day, every time I hear it before you even start singing I am *laughs*

Sh- I can vouch she did one time when we were making dinner for my family and she was showing how to cook and that song came on and it was like the beginning of the song and she was screaming the lyrics *laughs*

S- oh my god I remember that I had convinced you’re family to leave for a bit one night and we made dinner, that’s my favorite memory of us

Sh- really?

S- yea *smiles* because when life of the party came on you used the spatula to sing it to me *laughs*

Sh- i remember that *smiles*

S- I’ll never forget that day or that memory *smiles*

J- so you guys know each other from High School?

S- middle school 7th grade, he was sitting at the lunch table by himself and I asked if i could sit with him because well I was new and had no friends and that same day we decided we were best friends because we both bonded over ed Sheeran’s Lego house

J- aweee and I love that song

S- me too *smiles*

S- how I found out Shawn was famous after he left Canada was his cover of a sweater weather by the neighborhood it had a lot of views and I was shocked I was friends with him at the time but I had no idea he was famous on YouTube and so I texted him and was like what the hell dude and he was I knowwww I’m famous and I just laughed because he’s an idiot *laughs* and to this day I love that song

J- that’s a good song damn your throwing out all the classics

S- oh I know Eminem, 3 days grace, panic at the disco, uh that one stupid as song that’s like “something something I fucked her so good she on top of it some shit like that I don’t know *laughs*

J- is it sad that know exactly what song your talking about because as soon as you started singing it I instantly felt old

S- me to dude me to *laughs*

J- well it was nice talking to you guys and seeing you again Shawn and meeting you selecia but I should probably order our drinks and get home *laughs*

S- yea we should head home too and it was nice meeting you too Justin you are really chill and listen I don’t know the whole story nor is it my business what happens behind closed doors and I don’t learn everything from tea channels either but I just wanna say yes I did say some not so nice things about Hailey but that’s only because I’m an idiot and believe everything on the internet *laughs* but I’ve never met Hailey so I can’t judge her based on what people say about her online, now she does give off that mean girl vibe but I’ve been off about that before and like I said I’ve never met her so I can’t say weather or not she’s mean or rude and maybe when she is she’s having a bad day and doesn’t mean we don’t know what goes on just from the pictures and I know that this might sting a little but it’s solely because Selena raised me i grew with her music and wizards and princess protection program and when she was on Sonny with a chance and the sweet life of zak and Cody so i will always and forever be team Selena but that doesn’t mean I won’t disrespect Hailey she seems nice and I can’t wait to meet her one day, and I see videos and pictures that you guys post or that someone post on TikTok and you guys seem pretty cute *smiles* and as a fan as long as your happy I’m happy for you

J- aw thank you*smiles* Hailey is truly a sweetheart and I know the drama channels only say the bad things but she’s truly amazing and I love her so much

S- aweee I’m you’re welcome and that’s cute *smiles*

J-*smiles* oh shit here’s my number maybe we can hang out sometime I’ll be here for a while that way you can meet Hailey and get your own impression of her

S- I love that idea *smiles* and I don’t have a problem with Hailey other than you know the drama but I like I said I’ve never met her so I can’t believe the stuff the internet says and at first I did because Selena was involved and I’ll fight someone about Selena, Harry styles, you, Shawn, my favorite YouTubers Sam and Colby, and dr Spencer Reid from criminal minds.

J- awe thanks again and thanks for being so honest I wish more fans were like you and this is by far my favorite fan experience and I want to show you how much appreciate your support by giving you 2 tickets to my show tomorrow

S- oh my god, thank you so much Justin this means so much to me, I’m so fucking excited!!!!

J- I’ll even sing runaway love for you, any other song request?

S- uh well this is the justice tour right?

J- yea

S- well you’ll already be singing all the songs off the album so I’ll throw some throwbacks at you *laughs* you should sing baby because it’s a fucking classic, uh one time another classic and the best classic of them all beauty and a beat I’m kidding boyfriend *laughs*

J- ouuu those are classics *laughs* I’ll see you guys tomorrow at the show I can’t wait to tell Hailey about this

S- aweeee my heart *smiles*

We start our walk back home as justin pulls out of the parking lot with their drinks, we arrive back home and ma and pa are sitting on the couch.

K- hey guys how was your walk, I see it lead you to tim Hortons *laughs*

S- yea and I’m glad it did I just met and had a whole conversation with justin freaking Bieber

A- No way?!

S- yes way?!

A- that’s iconic honestly

S- and he gave me two tickets to his show tomorrow youre brother suggested we go

A- wait are you serious?!

Sh- yea consider it an early Christmas present *laughs*

A- you are the best big brother in the world I’m so excited!!!

S- me too and aweee

Sh- thanks layiah *smiles*

A- no problem *smiles*

Shawn and I say goodnight to everyone and we head to bed.

Hehe I posted another fanfic cause I’m still bored and I have too many in my notes already 😭😂 Anyways comment if i should make a part 2 and give me your honest opinions as long as they are nice I’m sensitive 😭😂

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If I Could Die In Your Arms [p.p & p.p]

pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x reader x tasm!Peter Parker

(Tom Holland!Peter x reader x Andrew Garfield!Peter)

summary: When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

(thank you @t-lostinworlds for this beautiful summary <3 pls i was struggling)

warnings: smut, (oral (m and f receiving), not a threesome, Pete just watches, unprotected sex but nothing happens bc this is fictional, Peter is in his feeeels, slight nwh spoilers (this is a different timeline tho, the things that happen in nwh don’t happen here (plot-wise?)), angst i guess? but not really, mentions of death (the reader died in Andrew!Peter’s universe), omfg writing the warning and summary for this is the hardest part idk why gfshjdfkl, this ended up being so much more emotional than sexual (how i originally planned) but if you just want a sexual fic, i’m on it already kjsahd plus my requests are open <3

word count: 8.2k… i–

❗️I actually feel like it’s very clear which Peter I’m talking about most of the time but still, to avoid confusion: Tom=Pete, Andrew=Peter (after the first few paragraphs at least, after she calls him my Pete lol (I even put it in italics AND BOLD)) (so Tom is the reader’s bf, Andrew is the one who comes to their universe)

thank you so so much @ t (and m and lauren) for helping me with this ilysm <333

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“Find Peter Parker,” Ned says, trying to imitate the yellow sparkly thing he’s seen Dr Strange and Wong do a few times.

A bright portal appears in front of him, Peter at the other side of it, wearing his Spider-Man suit.

Ned freezes for a second, shocked that he actually managed to do it. He was just messing around.

“Peter!” He calls out, and his masked best friend turns around in confusion and then starts running towards him. “Dude, I’ve been looking for you,” Ned says, ready to hang out with Peter like they’d planned.

“Where am I? Who are you?” Peter’s voice sounds different and Ned takes a step back. His eyes go wide when he realises he’s conjured up the wrong Peter Parker, and when Peter takes off his mask to reveal a guy Ned has never seen, Ned faints with a dramatic sigh.

When he opens his eyes again, lying on the floor, Ned finds his best friend standing over him. “Oh, thank God it’s you, I thought I–”

Ned’s breath catches in his throat when he glances to his other side. Also leaning over Ned is the other Spider-Man who just came through the portal. With an apologetic smile on his face, the guy lifts his hand to faintly wave at Ned before everything fades to black again.

“Dr Strange is on vacation at the Grand Canyon or something and since it’s not an emergency he told me to wait until he’s back in a few days. But we’ll be able to get you home then,” Peter smiles at himself… at another version of himself from a different universe.

“Thank you. And what about your friend? Do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Ned will be fine, he just texted me that he made it home. So you can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the couch-”

Both of their heads snap in the direction of the door when they hear your knock.

You open the door slowly, head popping in and then opening the door wider when your boyfriend smiles at you to let you know you can come in.

“Oh,” is the first thing you say, smiling, “I thought he was going to look like you.”

You’re about to take a step forward to say hi to the other version of Peter but he steps forward first, mouth open and whole body tensed.

He’s on edge; his expression changed as soon as you walked in.

Peter jumps in front of you immediately, shielding you from the other Peter. The latter slowly says your name - it’s a question, and he swallows hard after he says it.

“I never told you her name,” your boyfriend says defensively.

He’s protecting you, not budging from in front of you, but threatened is the last thing you feel right now.

You see longing in the other Peter’s eyes, something hopeful yet heartbreaking. But most of all, even though you’ve never met this guy, he feels familiar. Or maybe it’s just because the expression on his face tells you that you feel familiar to him.

“You died. You died in my arms,” he finally speaks up.

It’s quiet for a while, the information sinking in.

You existed in his universe. He knew you, and he loved you–he hasn’t said it, but the pain in his voice is unmistakable.

“In your universe?” You’re asking simply to fill the silence. The tension in the room is so thick you can barely breathe. You hate knowing that you’re the cause of it, even if it’s just indirectly. He might not be your Pete, but he’s still a version of him; you feel drawn to him and you don’t want him to suffer.

Peter nods at your question, sitting down on Pete’s bed as he rubs a hand over his face.

“Well.. I’m still here,” you say quietly. Pete turns around with worry written across his features, “I-I, that’s not going to happen to you. I will protect you and if it’s the last thing I do–”

Your hands find his cheeks quickly, “I know, Pete. I know you will. I’m not worried,” you assure him. What happens in another universe is none of your business, and you have no doubt Pete will protect you, no matter what.

You look past your boyfriend to see Peter watching you two, his eyes red, holding his mask in front of him and gripping it hard.

Holding your boyfriend’s hand, you sit down next to Peter.

“You don’t have to- please don’t say anything,” Peter says, barely able to look at you.

“Okay.”

Pulling Pete down to the bed next to you, you first place your hand on Peter’s shoulder, and then you lean your head on it. You feel comfortable doing so. His love for you–albeit a different version of you–is palpable, you feel loved and you can’t help but be drawn to that raw emotion.

You sit there in silence for a while, a few tears silently rolling down Peter’s face.

“Sorry,” he says after a bit, “I’m okay, I just.. I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again.”

“It’s okay. I can imagine how– well, actually I can’t imagine what that feels like,” you tell him, still leaning against his shoulder.

It’s a weird situation to be in, a truly otherworldly one, and you don’t know how to handle it.

“Do you want to get some rest?” Pete asks the other Peter; he can’t stand seeing him like this either. He doesn’t even want to think about how he’d react if you died. In his arms. And then he gets to see you again but knows it’s only temporary.

“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straight and you stop touching him. You immediately want to lean back in. Pete squeezes your hand that’s still holding his and he gives you a small smile.

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask Peter. He only has a few days with another Peter Parker, and you don’t want to ruin this once-in-a-lifetime experience for either of them.

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll stay then,” you smile, looking between the two of them.

Peter retreats to the sofa while you and Pete sleep in his room.

You don’t say it out loud, but you’re both grateful that your fate is different. You’re still together, both alive and well. Pete holds you all night long and you’re surprised when you wake up without his arms around you.

You take your time getting ready, as you can hear your boyfriend and the other Peter in the kitchen, goofing around and laughing as they make breakfast.

“Don’t burn the kitchen down,” May warns as she comes in to say goodbye before she leaves for work. She wasn’t surprised when Pete told her what was going on.

After half of the population both disappeared and then came back with the snap of some fingers, nothing shocks May easily nowadays. As long as Pete is safe, she isn’t phased by things like this anymore.

Both Peters lean down for May to kiss them on the top of their heads and she waves at you before she leaves out the door.

“Is your May also that hot?” You ask Peter while you take a sip of water.

“She’s my aunt!” The two Peters turn around in sync, bewildered looks on their faces and you giggle at their reaction. Peter’s eyes stay on you a bit longer while Pete goes back to cooking. Peter’s eyes are locked on yours and you smile at him, the skin by his eyes crinkling as he grins back for a few more seconds, eyes sparkling back at you.

You watch them as they make the pancakes together, joking around and being equally clumsy and carefree.

It’s baffling how similar they are, even though it shouldn’t surprise you at all. It’s just that you always thought Pete was the man of your dreams, but now there’s another one of him, just as perfect as your boyfriend. It’s a weird feeling, but a nice one.

Pete turns around for a second to grab a plate and catches your expression, looking into your eyes curiously, “What?” He asks, grinning.

“Nothing just... two yous,” you shrug shyly, ashamed that your boyfriend isn’t the only one you’re attracted to right now.

Peter is just a slightly different version of your boyfriend so it makes sense that you like him–especially considering how he looks at you, with you also being the love of his life in the world he’s from and everything. But he’s still a completely different person. A person who isn’t your boyfriend. You shouldn’t like him this much, not after knowing him for a few hours.

You shrug off your feelings and scoot closer to your boyfriend while you eat the pancakes and hold his hand all day throughout the various activities you get up to.

You don’t ignore the other Peter though; you just don’t want to send him any mixed signals before you’ve discussed your thoughts with your actual boyfriend.

But you notice how Pete gives you some time alone with Peter, walking a few steps behind you two or making sure that he’s not walking in the middle while you and Peter talk, smiling, giggling, holding eye contact the whole time.

And it’s good to see that Peter is more light-hearted around you today. You can picture how he stayed up all night thinking about you–whichever version of you that might have been. You wish you could have comforted him, cuddled him while Pete cuddled you.

They spend the last few hours of the day together, and you’re grinning the whole time while you wait for them at Pete’s place, thinking about them swinging around New York and exchanging stories about their life, finding similarities and differences.

You thought about leaving them alone completely, but they assured you that they wanted you to be there when they got back from being Spider-Man tonight.

You kiss his cheek when Peter says goodnight to you after they come home, and he drops down on the couch immediately after, soft snores leaving his mouth a minute later.

Pete is ecstatic while he tells you about his time with Peter, how cool it was swinging together, showing each other what they could do and saving people together.

You smile at him the whole time, smile at seeing him so happy.

He gets tired after talking for about twenty minutes, and he rests his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

“It must be hard for him. Seeing me. Seeing us,” you say.

“Yeah I’d be jealous too, we’re a great couple.”

You chuckle and think for a second. “I don’t think he’s jealous. I can tell he’s happy for you because well.. you’re him. And happy for me that I get to live in this universe.. for now I mean-”

Pete sits up and looks deep into your eyes, holding your hands, “And you will get to live until we’re both old and grey and die of old age, okay? Or maybe we’ll die of climate change or something,” he trails off, “But if it’s something I can influence, I will keep you safe forever, I promise.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you peck his lips as he lies down again and wraps an arm around your waist.

He’s quiet for a bit. For a moment you think Pete’s fallen asleep but then he says something that makes your cheeks heat up.

“I can tell that you like him,” he whispers.

“God, is it that obvious?” You lift a hand to your forehead in shame; you don’t know how to react, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“No it’s not obvious, I’m just an attentive boyfriend,” he grins up at you.

“You are. And that’s just one of the millions of things I love about you. And I only love you.”

“I know. Please don’t worry about it. It’s kind of reassuring to know that you even like the me from another universe.”

“But you just said you’d be jealous if the cards were reversed,” you think out loud.

“Well, they’re not reversed. And with his story… It’s natural that he’s acting this way around you. I can’t blame him. I wish we could do something for him, just something to alleviate his pain. I know we’re not to blame for what happened in his universe but it hurts seeing him hurt. There’s this connection between us, I feel what he feels. And I think it’s the same for him, I mean have you seen how wide he smiles when you and I kiss or even just talk to each other or hold hands?”

“I have,” you take a deep breath, “And I see longing in his eyes. Do you think we could…” you can’t help but bite your lip even though it immediately gives away what you’re thinking.

Pete sits up quickly, eyes wide. He drags his hands over his face, “Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.”

“Why not?”

He pauses for a second. “Just to make sure we’re talking about the same thing.. what are you implying?”

“A threesome, I guess. If he wants that as well.”

Pete’s face drops. “Oh. Oh–yeah, of course, me too. Yeah- yeah, obviously that’s what I had in mind too.”

You squint when you realise he meant something else, “Wait. What were you thinking?”

“Well, I was thinking that you and him… could have sex.”

“And what about you?”

“I um,” he swallows, “I watch, I.. I guess.”

You can’t help but smile at Pete getting off to you having sex with someone else–even if it’s just another Peter Parker, “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Only with him. Because he lost you,” he clarifies.

“And because he’s you?”

“And because he’s me. So I don’t really have a reason to be jealous… do I?” He asks and you hear the tiniest bit of jealousy.

“You’re right. He might be Peter too but you’re my Peter. My Pete. I wish I could give him more, I wish I could make another me but I can’t. But this... I can give that to him. And I really think he deserves it - a proper goodbye from me, even if I’m not entirely the same. One last time to make love to the person he loves more than anything. I really want to.”

“I love you so much. You’re so good to him, so good to me,” Pete rubs his nose against yours as he kisses you. You grab his jaw as you kiss him back, a million thoughts racing through your mind as you think about your plan.

Will Peter even want it? You like him, but he loves you. Would it even work like that, with your feelings for each other being so different, on such different levels?

Without a knock, Peter comes into your room, “Hey where are the— oh shit, sorry.”

He closes the door when he sees you and Pete kissing, but you tell him to come back.

He must have woken up again. You wonder how much he heard. Pete isn’t normally one to pry, so you guess this version of him isn’t either, but then again, this isn’t a normal situation.

“Sorry uh. I was gonna ask if you have another blanket, mine’s a bit thin. But no worries if you don’t have another one.”

Peter stands in the middle of the room while Pete looks for another blanket. You look into Peter’s eyes and he looks straight back, smiling. It’s an innocent and loving smile, not a teasing one, so even if he heard what you and Pete were just talking about he’s not saying anything about it.

“Sorry, I don’t think I have another blanket uh…” Pete snaps you and Peter out of your trance and you stop staring at each other.

“Unless you just wanna sleep here,” you lift the blanket and look at both Peters.

“If I’m allowed,” Peter says, looking between you and Pete for confirmation.

“Of course,” Pete smiles, still making sure to quickly get into bed next to you before Peter does, so he can sleep next to you.

You grin at your boyfriend and push him further to the edge of the bed so you’re the one in the middle anyway. You’re glad he recently got a bigger bed.

Making room for Peter, you watch him as he gets comfortable next to you. When your eyes meet, your heart starts beating furiously in your chest. You know both of them can hear it which makes it beat even faster.

Pete takes your chin between his fingers, pulling you to face him “Hey, it’s okay,” he leans over and kisses you.

A shy smile on your face, you look at the other Peter who is comfortably tucked in. You’re squished between them and you want nothing more than to hold them or be held by them. Both of them. But you’re unsure about the boundaries.

It’s like they both read your mind, turning to their sides so they’re both looking at you.

“Is this okay?” Peter asks when he wraps an arm around your waist. Warmth blooms across your belly where he’s touching you; you feel safe, you feel at home, nearly as much as with your Pete, if not just as much.

“Um…” you glance at Pete but he’s just smiling.

“Don’t ask me if you’re okay being touched,” he says like it’s obvious and his carefree tone allows you to relax.

You have to remind yourself that Pete trusts Peter. And more importantly, he trusts you. He knows how you feel about Peter and he’s okay with it, he told you that himself.

You nod at Peter and his arm around you tightens as he relaxes and drops the weight of his whole arm on you and you’re pulled flush against him.

Pete puts his hand on your lower belly where he always has it and he scoots closer to you too. You all exchange grins for a second and then Pete turns off his bedside lamp.

“Goodnight,” he says and you kiss his lips for the last time tonight.

You turn your head and place your hand on Peter’s jaw to make sure you can kiss him in the right spot. While your fingers brush his lips you give his cheek a short kiss and despite not being able to see each other in the dark your eyes linger on each other.

“Was… was that on the lips?” Pete asks from beside you and you chuckle, “No, just on the cheek.”

“Oh okay… it-it would have been fine if it was on the lips but I-I just wanted to know.”

Silence settles between you for a few seconds before you ask, “Are either of you tired?”

There’s commotion around you as they both immediately reply with a chuckle and a no and Pete turns the light back on.

Peter stays close to you but leans on his elbow as he looks over you and at Pete, “So… what do you mean a kiss on the lips would have been fine?”

“Well, what I mean is.. We’re together, we’re a couple,” he looks at you, then at Peter “And… and, you’re me and I’m you. I’m not saying that makes you two a couple but–”

“What he’s saying is that Pete and I talked,” you interrupt Pete, facing Peter, “And we would both be okay with you and I kissing. We’d enjoy it, even. I’d enjoy kissing you and Pete would enjoy watching. But only if you want it too.”

Peter sits up completely, glancing back and forth between you and Pete when he registers what you’ve said, “We really are the same person,” before you can question what he means he’s looking at you, “What do you… I mean what’s your… your opinion and–”

You smile at the familiar stuttering and care for you, always making sure you’re certain about decisions like this. “You’re right, you two are the same,” you grin before wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck and pulling him down to smash your lips against his.

The kiss is pure love. You feel the passion coming from his chest, from his heart when he presses his lips against yours desperately and lifts you off the bed slightly to wrap his arms around you and to hold you as close as he can.

Your hands are on his face, not letting him go. Your back arches and you’re pressed against him completely. When you pull away from the kiss his eyes are still closed, cherishing the moment. You turn to Pete for a second and he leans in for you to kiss his lips. Peter’s eyes open and meet your boyfriend’s.

They exchange a look–one you don’t see–that makes Peter kiss you again. It’s shorter this time, but just as sweet and full of adoration.

His hands stay on your waist but he drops back onto his back, out of breath and grinning like crazy.

You can’t wipe the smile off your own face but neither can Pete–you never knew your boyfriend would be so happy seeing you kiss another man. Then again, he and Peter share a connection you will never be able to understand.

They’re in silent agreement, knowing just how much they both love you, and you make peace with the fact that you’ll never entirely understand what either of them is going through, much less how infinite their love for you is.

You stay like that for a bit, all smiling like idiots and exchanging a few more kisses.

That’s how far you’re willing to go today. Kissing you again seems to be more than Peter ever dreamed of and you don’t even know what Peter thinks of having sex with you; maybe it’s too early or maybe he just can’t do it, maybe your feelings are too different. You don’t want to ruin a beautiful moment, but mostly you don’t even think about doing more tonight. It’s perfect just how it is.

Kissing him feels amazing and you have nothing but the current moment and your two Peters on your mind. But even if you’re all buzzing with happiness, Peter is the one who radiates the most of it.

While you don’t understand exactly how the Peters’ minds work in relation to you, neither you nor Pete will ever be able to understand what Peter is feeling. Losing you, thinking he lost you forever, but then he gets one last chance to spend time with you, same version of you or not be damned–you seem to be similar enough to the other you for Peter to love you. You can feel it.

You realise after a while that you’ve become tired and Pete switches the light off again. You kiss them both goodnight, pulling each of their arms on you closer to you and making sure you feel enough of them before you fall asleep. If it was ever possible to hear a smile, the room would be bursting with sound.

Pete wakes up to the message that Dr Strange will be back tomorrow, ready to send Peter home. He tells you after you’ve made sure Peter is still asleep.

“Do we… do we tell him?” You ask, “He deserves to know but I don’t want him to feel like he’s under pressure now. Maybe it’ll just make him sad knowing that it’s over so soon.”

From just looking at the frown on Pete’s face you can tell you’re right, he’d feel exactly how you just described if he was in Peter’s shoes.

What you don’t know is that Peter’s listening. He’s not happy about having to leave soon but if there’s one thing he has learned since he lost you it’s to live every day like it’s his last, so he’s not going to spend his last day with you mourning. He’s going to live it to the fullest with you and Pete.

He gives you a few more minutes to believe he’s still sleeping as you and Pete start talking about something else. When Peter sits up he immediately kisses your neck, making you laugh when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“G’morning,” you mumble and Peter kisses the corner of your mouth. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and snuggles up to you. You glance at Pete who’s just staring at you with a sleepy smile on his face. You tug him towards you and he cuddles you too.

You bask in the sheer comfort and love for a while, all of you still a bit tired and clingy and too lazy to move.

That’s until May comes in and sees you all like that, and she quickly pulls the door shut again, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

You don’t even want to know what she’s thinking, seeing all of you sleeping in the same bed and cuddling in a way that you can’t imagine looked merely platonic.

“I’m going on my girls trip with some of my friends for a few days and I just wanted to say goodbye in case we don’t see each other again,” May tells Peter a few minutes later in the living room after you’ve all gotten ready and dressed properly.

You tell her to have fun while Peter gives her a long hug goodbye.

That leaves you and the two Peters all alone for the last day. You decide to go out and just see where your mood takes you, free of obligations and only doing what you want to.

You make sure to give them time alone too when you’re back at Pete’s and you take a long relaxing shower, letting your idea run through your mind a few more times.

If Peter wants it–both your boyfriend and the other version of him–you’re more than happy to enable him one last time in bed with his love.

If you’re different to the variant of you in his universe, Peter hasn’t made you feel like it. While he’s never touched you unless you initiated it, he’s been treating you with so much love and infatuation that you simply can’t ignore it. You feel loved and while saying you love him too would be too much, you just want to see him happy.

Not to mention that you’d want to fuck him stupid regardless, even if he didn’t make it obvious that you’re the love of his life. He’s the same as your boyfriend, so of course you want to have sex with him, even if it won’t hold the same significance for you as it does for him.

You join them in Pete’s bedroom, grinning while you listen to their conversation for a bit. When Pete’s eyes meet yours you give him a subtle look, asking if you should tell Peter now.

“I uh, I heard you two this morning, I heard that I’m leaving tomorrow,” Peter chimes in, “It’s okay. I got this amazing opportunity to meet you,” he looks at Pete and then at you, “and to see you again. I’m just grateful I got to experience this, and I have to go back home eventually anyway so, I’m okay.”

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you know because I wouldn’t have had the heart to tell you that you’re leaving soon,” you say, sitting down on Pete’s lap.

“Really, I’ll be okay. This is more than I could have ever wished for, and all great things come to an end at some point.”

You all smile at each other and you feel like this is the right moment.

“Did you also hear us talking last night?” You ask Peter and he shakes his head.

You share a nod with your boyfriend as you look into his eyes for confirmation. He lets go of your hips for you to get up from his lap and walk over to the bed where Peter is.

He gets up before you reach him and he looks at you questioningly, “Wha.. what?”

You reach up to place your hands on his shoulders, intertwining your fingers behind his neck, “Pete and I thought we could uh…” you glance around, Pete giving you a reassuring smile from his seat.

You feel Peter’s hands at your waist, squeezing to let you know you can say whatever you’re about to say–and maybe also to steady himself; he has no idea what’s going through your head.

“Pete and I were thinking… You can love me one last time. If you want.”

“What… What are you implying?” Peter asks, expression serious.

“That we have sex. I can see in your eyes how much you want me. And I want you too. I– we want to give this to you.”

“And I thought getting to kiss you again was the best thing that ever happened to me. Wow I can’t believe– are you sure?” Peter’s still gripping your waist as he looks deep into your eyes.

“Yes, more than sure,” you say.

He wills himself to look away from you and at Pete for confirmation from his side; he knows he’d be okay with it too in Pete’s situation. But, after all, he doesn’t want to destroy your relationship and have Pete end up without you and be as miserable as Peter. But a nod and a sincere smile from Pete lets Peter know everything he needs.

Peter turns back to you, “It would be an honour to feel you one last time.”

Your small smile turns into a wide grin when Peter lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

His expression turns into one of pure desire before he slams his lips into yours, turning you around and laying you on the bed. He follows you immediately, his hands never leaving you. Peter holds you close to him the whole time.

The initial feelings that resurfaced when he kissed you again slowly fade, and Peter is in the moment, nothing else matters.

His hands travel across your whole body, leaving no inch untouched. “God, I missed you so much. You’re so beautiful, so pretty, so gorgeous, you have no idea,” he pauses to cradle your face in his hands and the want you see in his eyes is indescribable.

Your heart drums wildly against your rib cage when he turns you around and pulls you on top of him, sitting up with his hands firmly gripping your back.

“How is this gonna work?” He asks Pete who’s watching with a visible tent already straining the front of his sweatpants. He’s not the only one though, you could practically feel Peter’s dick through his pants as soon as you told him you wanted to have sex with him.

“You two do whatever you want and I just… watch. You can pretend I’m not there.”

“Fine with me,” Peter shrugs, kissing along your jaw.

“You sure?” You turn around and reach out to Pete so he can scoot his chair closer to you; you want him to be able to see everything you do.

“Trust me, I might be enjoying this more than you two.”

“Not possible,” Peter says, adjusting you on his lap. You pull Pete towards you for one more kiss before you focus on Peter entirely.

You lie down as he hovers above you and undresses you slowly, not daring to remove another item of clothing before he’s kissed every single inch of your newly exposed skin. You feel butterflies in your belly at his every touch, your hips involuntarily bucking up every time his hands or lips are near them.

Once you’re only left in your panties, they’re drenched. You’re soaking through them and your pussy is throbbing. You tug Peter’s shirt off and lick your lips when you get to his pants. You pull them down and are met with the sight of his hard dick, slapping against his lower abs.

You reach out for him but Peter pushes you across the bed, making room to situate himself between your legs, lifting them in the air by your ankles.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, a finger slipping under the seam of your panties and pulling it off where it’s clinging to your skin. He lets go again and leans in, pressing a delicate kiss to your still clothed pussy while he looks into your eyes.

You squirm at his touch when he licks all the way from your pussy to the top of your panties once, still not taking them off you.

You begin to lift your hips to just remove them yourself, but he replaces your fingers and pulls the panties down your legs, throwing them to the floor.

“So fucking pretty,” Peter licks his lips. He grabs your thighs, spreading them, and folds them towards your body to get a better look at your pussy. And once he does, he grins. Without a second thought, his mouth is on you, tongue parting your folds and he gives you everything he has.

You cast a quick glance at Pete who’s jerking himself off now, thumb running over the head of his cock, hand squeezing himself hard while he watches Peter eat your pussy.

“You like when he touches you?” Pete asks. You try to smile at your boyfriend but all you can do is moan when Peter begins sucking on your clit and you almost see stars.

“And you like when he watches me eat this pretty pussy?” Peter asks, and you’re still too overwhelmed by his tongue between your folds to even speak.

Your hips buck up but Peter holds you down with his free arm over your tummy.

You see Pete’s hand speeding up as he strokes himself to the scene unfolding in front of him and the sound makes you even wetter.

Peter’s hand trails up your body and he cups one of your tits, playing with your nipple. You arch your back in pleasure and he pushes his whole face against your pussy as he continues eating you out as if his life depended on it. Simultaneously, you hear Pete’s low groans, reminding you that he’s watching and getting off just as much as you.

Peter’s tongue stays on your clit the whole time, lapping up all you give him. His mouth on your pussy is so loud, creating an obscene wet sound that turns you on even more.

“I missed this pussy. So so much. God, you taste even fucking better than I remember,” Peter moans. You grip his hair and start grinding your hips against his face, chasing nothing but your pleasure.

The best part is that Peter doesn’t even have to look at your pussy to make you feel good. His mouth on you is all he needs but his eyes stay on your face the whole time while he licks your clit over and over again; paired with your own movements, the pressure of it is just right.

You take a last deep breath in before waves of bliss flood through your body. You push Peter’s face between your legs as hard as you can and you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking, and making your back arch off the bed and against him.

Watching another man eat your pussy, Pete completely loses it. The sight is sexier than anything else he’s ever seen. You, blissed out from the touch of another man, and Peter’s face all but disappearing between your legs, drowning in your pussy.

Pete’s eyes involuntarily squeeze shut as ropes of white shoot all over his hands. He bites his lip but is unable to keep in his moan – a moan that you’d recognise anywhere.

You come down from your high at the same time as him, a fucked out look clouding your eyes as you grin at Pete and slowly push Peter’s face away, only a few inches. He beams at you, eyes sparkling and forehead a bit shiny.

He comes up to your face to kiss you, delivering a bruising kiss to your lips, his tongue in your mouth.

You hear Pete getting up and cleaning himself up while you lay back down, breathless, with your eyes closed. When you open them again Pete’s kneeling next to the bed, reaching out to hold your hand.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a second, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking for confirmation in his eyes. He nods softly and kisses you. You hold his hand until he’s out of reach and he tells Peter to take care of you even when you all know he will.

You smile at each other when he leaves out the door and you feel completely at peace with his decision. You focus all your attention on Peter on top of you and brush his hair out of his face.

He kisses your jaw, down your neck and then your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you.

“You too,” you smile shyly.

Peter looks between your legs, positioning himself on top of you, “Can I?”

“Please,” you breathe out.

You both close your eyes when Peter pushes into you slowly. You lean your forehead against his for support as you feel all of him filling you up.

His gaze never leaves your face and he slides his hands underneath your back, holding you tight and not letting go as he thrusts into you.

Even though you’ve never done this with him before, it doesn’t feel like your first time. He knows all of your sweet spots and when to slow down or go faster.

His hand comes down to rub at your clit, slow but steady. You grip the hair by the back of his head, pushing your chest against his, feeling like you’re in heaven.

“Can’t believe this is happening. I thought about it so many times but it felt so wrong,” he whispers.

“It’s happening. And it feels so right. Fuck, it feels so good,” you breathe out, close to your second high and close to him, both physically and emotionally. You look into his eyes the whole time, letting him see you at your most vulnerable and the look in his eyes tells you that, to him, perfect.

“I know, cum for me. Please, baby. You’re so gorgeous, I need to feel you around me,” he pleads, rubbing tight circles around your clit until your legs tense and you’re overcome with another orgasm.

He gently rocks you on his dick until it’s over and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles against your cheek and grabs your chin to move your lips to his.

Peter’s mouth slowly trails down your body once more, “Can I taste you? Just one more time.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you smile and lay back, relaxing as he works his magic on you. He has you coming undone within another minute, positively drowning in your pussy, worshipping your body with every movement.

He moans into you when you reach your high for the third time and you throw your head back, pushing your hips up and against his face while he grips your thighs.

Peter gives you a few moments to calm your breathing down, your belly still pulsing with the aftershocks. You notice that he’s still hard, somehow having managed not to cum yet.

“I wanna go down on you. You wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Anything you want. I’ll do anything,” he begs and you take his hands for a second to steady yourself when you change positions, you on top now. You stay there for a few moments, kissing him with his dick nestled against your pussy, both of you pulsing and wet with want.

You push yourself up with a hand on his chest as you grind against him, you can’t resist. He grabs your hips and helps you rub your pussy against his dick faster. When you see him look down between your legs, barely managing to keep his eyes open you scoot back, “Wait, I wanna feel you in my mouth first,” you tell him, noticing he was close.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he pulls you up and towards him, not able to stop himself from kissing you again. But you feel his precum on your stomach and you can’t imagine how badly he wants to just cum by now.

He takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and you place your other hand on his abs for support when you get between his legs.

He looks you right in the eyes when you lick up his entire length once and an uncontrolled moan leaves his lips. You let some of your spit dribble down on the head of his cock.

“Oh my god, fuck” he gasps when you suck his head into your mouth, and he looks away for a few moments so he can last longer.

You breathe through your nose while you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and you hum simply because he feels so good in your mouth.

You grab him by the base and push his dick against the inside of your cheek and when you pull away, you kiss down the side of him, spit coating your lips.

You moan with him as you take him all the way, bobbing your head up and down slowly, pulling off every now and then to lick the top of him.

“Fuck I love you. I love you so much. I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he groans, hips shooting up, and you take it all when he spills into your mouth, taking your time to swallow all of him.

You don’t stop until you feel him soften and he gently tugs you up, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close, and he pulls the blanket over you to keep you warm.

You feel his lips on top of your head and lean in when he gives you a few more kisses all over your body. He takes a deep breath in and suddenly you hear a quiet sniffle.

“Hey,” you pull his head on your chest with the blanket still around you, “It’s okay,” you cradle his face and kiss his forehead, tears forming in your eyes too.

“Thank you so much for this. It means the world to me,” he whispers, squeezing your hand.

You give him a soft smile and he relaxes, shedding only a few more tears. He knows better than to apologise to you about being emotional and crying, but you can tell it was as unexpected for him as it was for you.

“You’re so pretty,” you brush a hand through his hair and notice how his cheeks become red in an instant. It’s cute how easily all versions of Peter blush.

“You wanna get cleaned up?” He asks as a distraction and when he suddenly picks you up you squeal and hold on as tightly as you can even though you know he’d never drop you.

By the time you’re in a comfy hoodie and sweatpants, Pete is back and you tackle him to his bed with a kiss and a hug, pulling Peter down with you.

You don’t talk about what just happened, you know it’s nothing you can describe with words. Just how Pete didn’t have to explain himself when he left; he just wanted to give Peter the closure he deserved and knew you wanted the same and could actually give it to him. It was way more than just sex and neither of you had to say that out loud.

Which doesn’t mean that you won’t be thinking about it for months–if not years–to come. It wasn’t just sex but it was sex nevertheless. Not to mention that it fulfilled a fantasy Pete’s been thinking about forever and allowed him to witness it in a safe space without really having to bring another man into the bedroom with you.

With you lying between the two Peters you trade stories about your relationship, about your lives.

“The first time we had sex…” Peter starts, you and Pete listening intently, “It was so clumsy and silly. But still so lovely and sexy. Your hair got stuck in my belt and—”

“I leaned on your finger and sprained it?” You finish his sentence and Peter smiles, realising how similar some of your experiences are.

He’s quiet for a bit and then he looks down, not letting go of your hand that is intertwined with his, resting on your belly next to your and Pete’s hand. “The way you died was wh—”

You silence him immediately, “No. You don’t have to tell me. I trust you, I trust Pete. It’s not going to happen again. When I die one day, then I die and it was meant to happen. But I know you– I know Pete will protect me with his life. And I promised Pete early on that I wouldn’t get involved in anything Spider-Man related.”

“You promised me too, but you always had a mind of your own,” Peter says, kissing your temple.

“I’ll do what I think is right, it’s what we all do.”

Peter and Pete exchange a look that you can’t decipher. You don’t know if he’ll tell Pete the story before he goes, to know what to look out for. If they decide to do that it’s just what they think is right and you won’t try to stop them.

You listen to them telling more stories with a smile on your face, occasionally kissing one (or both) of them, as they talk about anything and everything. They place kisses on each side of your neck after you let out a long yawn and they tell you to rest.

You fall asleep feeling as comfortable and safe as hardly ever before.

“I had so much fun, it was an honour to meet you... I love you,” Peter says to Pete the next day during their goodbye hug.

Pete pauses for a second, “Love you too, dude. Get home safe.”

“I will.”

They hug for a few more moments and both pull away with a grin.

Peter stands in front of you next and you hug him exactly how you hug someone you’re never going to see again. You don’t know if you stand there for seconds or hours, you’re not paying attention to anything but the warmth of his chest and his arms around your back.

With your hands on his face, you lean in to kiss his forehead, then his cheek, his other cheek, and then you place a quick kiss on his lips and pull him in for a last hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and he doesn’t let go of you.

You look past Peter to see Dr Strange pretending not to watch, an awkward silence among you all that nearly makes you laugh. “I’m not judging I just.. okay I am judging. But I don’t care quite enough to stand here another hour, so please just hurry up so we can get this over with,” Dr Strange says.

The three of you smile and you take Peter’s hands in your face once more, “You deserve to find another love. Don’t give up, okay? And stop being a wimp and ask out your neighbour. The one you told us about, he sounds nice.”

“I promise I will,” he chuckles, slowly letting go of you.

“Stay safe,” you look him in the eyes.

“You too.” He decides to kiss you once more, holding you tight while he does it. You pull away with smiles on your faces and tears in your eyes.

He gives Ned a high five, promising to find a version of Ned in his own universe.

“It’s whatever,” Ned shrugs, “But I’m just saying it’s your loss if you don’t have a Ned in your life.”

You all smile at each other, okay with the fact that it’s over now. It was amazing while it lasted.

Dr Strange completes his spell with you tightly holding one of Peter’s hands and he disappears in a flash of light, but not without holding up a peace sign to say goodbye.

As soon as the other version of him is gone, Pete immediately wraps his arms around you in a loving hug.

“I love you so much, Pete,” you look at him with a few tears escaping your eyes, feeling even more love for him than ever before, “You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. I love you.”

You thank Dr Strange and say goodbye to Ned, arranging to hang out soon before he leaves in the opposite direction as Dr Strange.

You sit outside with Pete until the sun goes down, enjoying each other’s company and sitting arm in arm. You feel more peaceful than ever, sitting next to the love of your life in an untroubled silence.

You look at each other and don’t need words to know what the other is thinking.

You’re both silently rooting for Peter, wherever he may be, and you know he’s rooting for you.

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

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boom-bakugou · 4 years

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‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

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breelandwalker · 3 years

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A Brief History of Tarot

I'm seeing a lot of questions about the origins of tarot going around again, so I suppose it's time to make a Post With Sources. Because from what I'm seeing, a lot of y'all are pulling from some bad information.

I've seen some of the discourse on tarot with regard to the decolonization discussion, but unfortunately, it often veers in the wrong direction. The discourse seems to focus on whether it should be a closed practice because of the Romani/Roma connection, but the origins of this idea are a misnomer.

Tarot cards originated in 15th-century Italy as perfectly mundane playing cards for a game called tarrocchi appropriati. Players would draw cards and use the thematic associations of the artwork to write short poems about each other. The cards were also used to play a trionfi or trumps style game similar to bridge.

The cards later became popular as fortune-telling devices in the 1780s. At this time, standard-suit playing cards (hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades) were already being used for playful divinatory party games that were taken about as seriously as a middle school game of M.A.S.H.

Mystical origins for the pictures on the cards were first suggested by Antoine Court de Gébelin in 1781. The first official divinatory meanings were assigned to tarot cards by Jean-Baptiste Alliette in 1783. The deck was later revised by Mlle Marie-Anne Adelaide Lenormand, Jean-Baptiste Pitois, and Arthur Edward Waite of Rider-Waite fame to become the version we know today. The suit cards became the Minor Arcana and the trumps or wild cards became the Major Arcana.

From there, card-reading became a popular party game and tarot decks were indeed used by Romani/Roma people to tell fortunes. Since most people wouldn't hire them for "honest" work, they had to make money by busking, doing odd jobs, and trading on whatever skills they had, including knowledge of tarot cards and their "mystical" reputation. As mysticism and tarot decks faded from popular mundane use, the Romani/Roma people carried on using them. Eventually, this was the strongest...and only...association that remained in people's minds.

(And if you need an example of how quickly this can happen, just look at how long it's been since Rick Astley's biggest hit has been associated with anything other than internet memes.)

This supposition was only strengthened by the writings of modern occultists such as Éliphas Lévi (who reinforced Gebelin's claim of an Egyptian origin and introduced the idea of Hermetic Qabalistic associations; both ideas rooted in colonial exoticizing of other cultures), Raymond Buckland, and two of the three founding members of The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. Aleister Crowley also wrote extensively about tarot and it's "ancient" mystical associations in his works and texts related to his self-created system Thelema, including the creation of the Thoth deck.

All of these ideas filtered down through modern pagan and New Age practices as part of the literature on the modern witchcraft movement, but so few authors bothered to look into the mundane history of the cards that their proper historical origins were often overlooked in favor of more mystical explanations. Yes, including their supposed genesis among the Romani/Roma, and all the superstitions pertaining thereto, i.e. your first deck must be a gift, and so on.

In short, cartomancy through tarot is an open practice, the tarot cards themselves are mundane objects that originated on gaming tables, it was never exclusive to one group or tradition, and the only reason we think it first came from some secret sacred practice of the Romani/Roma is because the scholarship that the New Age movement pulled from for their ideas on tarot was done by a whole lot of Western White Guys with imperialist mindsets. (The reductive/racist thought process of the day was basically, "Well, the Romani/Roma allegedly come from Egypt, and Gebelin said the card designs do too, so there it is!")

I also encourage reading of the Wikipedia articles on Tarot and Tarot-Reading, and the Encyclopaedia Britannica article on the same. I know these aren't the end-all-be-all of resources, but they do trace the history of the cards and the parties involved with the changing conversation on their design, origins, and deeper meaning. It's worth noting that many texts discussing late 19th-century occultism are now in the public domain and can be found on Project Gutenberg, if you're interested in seeing how ideas and views about tarot progressed over time in the words of the occult scholars themselves.

It's also worth noting that scholarly speculation on the supposed origins of a practice do not always constitute historical fact, no matter how often they're repeated. (See also: Bede and Eostre.)

So what does this mean for modern tarot users?

It means if you like a deck, you don't have to wait for someone to gift it to you. It means you're not stealing anything if you read tarot, even if you ask to be paid for your readings. It means bad information disseminates faster and more easily than good information, largely because it's shorter and easier to fit into performative agendas. And it means we still need to do our homework when it comes to the history of witchcraft.

#witchcraft #witchblr #tarot #divination #I am FULLY prepared for backlash on this one and I've got my receipts.

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The Holidays are here so let's spread a little cheer! Here are some Sterek Fic Recs that center around the holidays.

PART ONE | part two

Follow the Jelly Beans by Julibean19 (5k | Teen)

Derek waves hello to everyone else who is gathered around a bare tree and hops up the stairs to his childhood bedroom to put on his soft flannel bottoms. Gracie had picked them out especially for him last Christmas and he made sure to pack them for the traditional pajama decorating party.

Only his pants aren’t in the bag. In fact, none of his belongings are in the bag. It’s not his bag at all.

“Oh no,” he mutters, sifting through the contents. “Who the fuck packed this?”

Dutch-Processed, Derek Approved by stilesinwonderland @stilesinwonderland (6k | General)

“So do you make your own hot chocolate, or is this like Swiss Miss?”

or the Christmas fic where Derek owns a store in a mall selling his high-end hot cocoa

Secret Santa by rainbowninja167 (7k | Teen)

Derek is already thoroughly sick of Christmas by the time Erica bullies him into dressing up as Santa for a holiday charity. It was only supposed to take a couple hours. Until some kid starts accosting him all over Beacon Hills, insisting that Derek is the real Santa.

Checks and Balances by AwaitTheMorrow (13k | Teen)

Stiles starts dating Derek after a chance encounter and can't believe how lucky he is.

Derek is smart, funny and genuinely the sweetest person Stiles has ever met. The guy is perfect.

...Maybe a little too perfect.

A Royal Christmas Engagement by skoosiepants @pantstomatch (25k | Explicit)

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

Or –

An arranged marriage, mistaken identity, a/b/o, accidental heat fic

Fade and Then Return by paintedrecs @paintedrecs (15k | Teen)

Holy shit, Stiles texted Scott, fumbling to get the words out before he had to actually interact with the driver. The battery guy is literally the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. Or imagined. It’s possible I’m dreaming.

***

When Stiles reluctantly called for emergency roadside assistance to help with his beloved Jeep's dead battery, the last thing he expected was to form a connection with the Hot Battery Dude, who showed up in fluorescent yellow pants with heartbreaking news for his wallet and a surprising connection to his past.

It was only logical, then, for Stiles to invite him home for Christmas...right?

I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by yodasyoyo @yodas-yo-yo (16k | Teen)

“What is with that sweater, dude?”

Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries."

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

Mother of Dragons by Lissadiane @lissadiane (11k | General)

Since Hogwarts had opened its doors to werewolves, many Hale children had apparently come through, wary and angry, refusing to socialize with the other students. And one by one, they’d been sorted into Slytherin, obviously, with the odd Ravenclaw to mix things up.

And then along came little Derek Hale, who’d barely gotten his ass on the stool before the hat was calling out Gryffindor.

Everyone thought it was funny, even now, when Derek was in his seventh year. Stiles, though, found it fascinating.

It helped, of course, that Derek was two years older and hotter than the sun.

Lay a strong enough foundation by Mynuet (12k | Teen)

Stiles is the single father of a brand-new preemie; Derek is a nurse that works in the neonatal intensive care unit. They fall in love, and then magic happens.

It's a Wonderful Life by kitsunequeen @stilesbansheequeen (10k | Teen)

It's a Wonderful Life AU in which Derek wishes he were never born, Stiles is angel who sets out to show him just how terrible that would be, and things turn out far better than anyone could've expected.

“Yeah,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You’re right, Stiles. Maybe it’d just be better if I was never born at all.”

“Hmm,” Stiles says. “Huh.” He starts talking to the ceiling again, and Derek’s seriously beginning to wonder if this guy escaped from Eichen. “You think that would work? Hmm. Yeah, I getcha. Alright.” He looks back at Derek. “You’ve got your wish.”

“What?”

“You’ve never been born."

“You’re crazy,” Derek huffs. “Absolutely out of your mind.”

“The jury’s still out on that one,” Stiles says, shrugging. “But I suggest you take a quick look in the mirror.”

Derek’s reluctant to look away from a potential hunter, but what he sees when he glances over is enough to make him full-on turn his back to the man. He staggers forward and grabs at the sink, using it to hold himself up.

His eyes are glowing gold.

Not red. Not even blue.

Gold.

#fics i love #teen wolf #eternalsterek #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #christmas fic #teen wolf christmas #kitsunequeen #mynuet #lissadiane #yodasyoyo #paintedrecs #skoosiepants #awaitthemorrow #rainbowninja167 #stilesinwonderland #julibean19

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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[SKZ Imprinted] Minho: One-Eighty

anonymous asked: HI! CONGRATULATIONS! you deserve each follower you're writings are amazing (even tho I don't have the time to chatch up with TFTP nor the Xperiments but I'm dying to) 🥺For the Stray Kids imprinted can I request one for Minho? I don't have anything in mind but like...fluff i guess? I really don't mind I would probably like anything you write.Once again congratulations! And have a happy evening!

Characters: Minho x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, barista au, just a lot of fluff and maybe some humor sprinkled in for funsies, a hint of angst at the end but the ending to this part is still happy i swear

Word count: 4,240

Summary: Minho’s always been a ‘sarcastic asshole’ as his peers call him. He’s a great guy, sure, but let’s just say he’s not the best at making friends. But when he meets you, a whole new world opens up for him, and he wants to learn more about it from you.

a/n: i’ve been listening to strangers like me on repeat all day bc of something else i was working on, so yes this is 100% inspired by that song lmao

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Chan returned to the table with their orders, freshly made by Felix -- and partially Sam, but she was mostly focused on inventory at the moment since the café wasn’t too busy. Chan handed out the drinks to their respective owners before he sat down and sipped from his own cup.

“Hey, Felix,” Minho called, sitting on the back of his chair with his feet planted on the part he was actually supposed to sit on. “This sucks, can you remake it?”

Unamused, Felix looked up from the blender he was now cleaning in the sink, “Y’know, it would be a shame if you were to fall backwards and smack your head off the floor, causing you to lose your memory so you can’t be rude to me at work.”

“I’ll push him for a dollar,” Changbin offered casually before taking a sip of his own beverage.

“I’ll pay to push him,” Seungmin scoffed.

“Okay, okay,” Chan tried to settle his pack -- especially before Jeongin showed up because they knew he’d already be in not-the-best mood, “let’s not get started, please. I don’t need all of you wrestling each other in the middle of Felix’s work. It’s good at least one of us has a stable job so let’s maybe keep it that way, yeah?”

“Aeri has a job,” Minho shrugged. “Just make her your sugar mommy.”

“Minho, you’re going to make for a really shitty mate,” Jisung told him.

And it was funny he said that, because it was then that the bell dinged softly. Nobody was paying attention to it -- except Felix, of course -- because then the pack at the table began bickering about how Minho was going to treat his mate.

Nobody was paying attention until you walked by the table to get to the counter, and then you were all Minho could pay attention to. As soon as he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, his eyes followed you as you walked up to the counter. His brown eyes widened, his jaw going slack s the world around him faded away, leaving just you and him.

“Uh oh...” Hyunjin giggled.

“Quick, someone push him,” Changbin whispered.

“Sammie!” Felix called to the back. “The new girl’s here!”

“Ooh, and it’s Felix’s new coworker,” Seungmin grinned almost evilly. “This should be good.”

You had applied to work at the café because you wanted some extra money. Would it make it difficult to have a social life since you were already going to school? Yeah, but you weren’t one for going out a lot, anyway. You mostly stayed inside and just texted your friends instead.

The girl who had interviewed you, Samantha, came out from the back and grinned at you, “Hey, _____. Ready for your first day?”

“Well, guess we’ll find out what kind of mate Minho’s gonna be,” Chan chuckled staring at the boy who was still staring intently at you.

It took a lot to drag Minho out of the café, but Chan and Changbin managed to drag him back to the apartment.

With Aya no longer living with Chan, the two boys moved in and took over. Changbin and Minho had to do rock, paper, scissors for the bedroom, but Minho ultimately won. There was that time, though, where her and her mate, Jeonghan got into a bad fight and she moved back in. Minho and Changbin shared the living room, and that was a mess.

Minho laid face-up on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought about you. He didn’t expect imprinting to his so hard. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. He wanted to go talk to you, but what was he supposed to say?

“Hello, I’m Lee Minho, and I’m in love with you. Let’s get married.”

No.

“Do you even know how to confess to anybody?” Chan had asked in the car on the way back home. “You’re blunt, but you’re not good at expressing your feelings, either.”

“Yeah, how the hell is that possible?” Changbin had asked.

Minho knew they weren’t wrong. He was the type of guy to blatantly tell someone their shirt was ugly, but at the same time, his previous relationship ended because his boyfriend said he was bad at communicating. Minho himself wasn’t even sure how he could be so upfront but still so awful at telling people how he felt.

So how was he supposed to get you, his mate, to talk to him and ultimately accept him if he couldn’t talk to you?

“See, I told you morning rush isn’t that bad,” Felix grinned brightly at you. “That’s the good thing about working near a college campus: hardly anyone yells at you because everyone our age is full of anxiety.”

You laughed, “Yeah, that’s a perk. But uh, I should get going to--”

“Oh, hey Minho!” Felix cut you off, waving to somebody behind you.

You turned to look at the door, seeing a slightly familiar boy walk in with his hands stuffed in his front pockets. You were pretty sure he was one of the rowdy boys sitting at one of the tables yesterday when you’d walked in.

“Hey, Lix,” he nodded before standing at the counter.

“Just take Minho’s order, then you can clock out, okay?” Felix told you.

You locked eyes with Minho, and he smiled softly. That smile didn’t leave his face as you punched in his order and took his card. It never left until he stepped to the side and Felix began talking to him while making his order so you could go punch out before getting to class.

“So how’s that uh...problem?” Felix asked with a smirk.

Minho rolled his eyes, “Shut up.”

“Have you figured out how to talk to her yet?”

“If I did, don’t you think I would’ve made a move?”

Felix walked up to the counter and slid Minho’s drink over to him, “Can I offer some advice?”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed. “You were so bad at trying to talk to Sam. If you help me, she’s gonna leave the country.”

“Well it can’t get worse,” Felix shrugged. “It’s not like you have the best track record with girls.”

You caught the butt-end of their conversation as you walked back out, raising your eyebrows, “What about having a bad track record with girls?”

The two boys turned their attention to you. Minho’s low-set brows suddenly raised as his sour expression dissipated when he looked at you.

Felix turned around, and an idea suddenly clicked in his head. He smiled at you before he turned to look at Minho, his smile turning sinister.

Minho gulped.

“Actually, _____,” Felix began, “I think you might be able to help my good buddy, Minho.”

“Ooh, is it girl problems?” you guessed, walking up with your bag slung over your shoulder, placing your palms on the counter as you stood beside Felix and looked between the two boys.

“He’s got a big crush on this girl but he’s never been great with like, expressing feelings and being romantic,” Felix explain with a clearly teasing look on his face, loving that he was embarrassing the hell out of his brother. “Can you teach him that stuff?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you thought it over. Did you have the time? Would your brother get on your case about it?

Eh, he had been away on a mission for a while, and you didn’t expect him back soon. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. ...Right?

“I’ll tell you what,” you began with a half-smile, “I can help you after my trigonometry test. I really have to study for it because I’m not doing too hot, so I don’t really--”

“I’m good at trig!” Minho blurted before he could even think over what he was saying. “I can tutor you!”

You blinked a few times at the sudden offer, while Minho was questioning what possessed him to suddenly say that. Sure, he was good at trig, but was he actually ready to be around you and speak to you? Could he manage that? Probably not, but now it was too late.

“R-really?” you asked.

“Perfect!” Felix grinned. “He can tutor you in trig, and you can tutor him in dating. Everybody wins!”

You nodded, aiming your smile at Minho again, “Cool! How does tomorrow afternoon sound? We can meet up here?”

“Yeah, perfect, awesome,” he nodded, hardly processing anything.

“Sweet,” you grinned bigger before you went to the opening at the counter to leave. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Minho!”

You waved before you jogged to the door and left, leaving the cafe with just Felix and Minho. The younger boy looked at Minho with a smirk, reaching over to poke his chest.

“You’re welcome.”

Minho’s loving gaze turned cold as he glared at Felix, “I’ll kill you.”

“What, why?! I got you an in, bro!”

“I don’t know how to talk to her and now I have to!”

Felix just shrugged, “Not my problem.”

The next barista coming to clock in walked in on Minho lunging across the counter to grab Felix by the collar and choke him out.

It was a good thing Minho was tutoring you and didn’t have any work of his own to do because there was no way in hell he’d be able to focus on it. You were just too cute when you were confused and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even as you leaned over your notebook to scribble down answers that he was trying to help you with -- he originally offered to just give you the answers, but you scolded him for that and said you needed the method of getting said answers to be explained.

“If I don’t know how to do it, how am I gonna pass?” you had asked.

“Easy,” he shrugged, “if you can get your grade up high enough, failing your final won’t even be a big deal.”

“Minho!”

So now here the two of you were: you with your brows furrowed in concentration, and him simply admiring you while you weren’t looking. Then you’d lift your head up, and he’d try to act like he’d been looking around or something while you were busy writing notes.

Outside, his friends just ‘happened to be walking by’ and decided to stop to peer in through the window. Minho was too busy chuckling at something you’d said, but Felix noticed from behind the counter and smirked.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that,” Seungmin commented.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile,” Changbin scoffed.

“They’re kinda cute, though,” Chan shrugged. “They’re like, so opposite, y’know?”

“Except he turns into a huge softy when she’s around,” Seungmin replied. “She would never know he’s the world’s biggest pain in the ass.”

“He’s not even that bad,” Aeri spoke up. “He’s just a little...sarcastic sometimes.”

Seungmin side-eyed her, “Yeah, I guess that’s a word for it.”

Back inside, you were finally able to close your textbook. While you were enjoying being tutored by Minho -- he was very kind, very polite, really funny, and he explained things in a way you understood and was very patient with you -- you still weren’t too into having to do homework. Nothing could make that fun, not even Minho.

“Okay, so...should we move onto my first lesson?” Minho asked slowly, eyebrows raised.

You let out a little huff as you managed to put your heavy schoolbag on the table and began shoving your work inside, “This was your first lesson.”

“I-- Huh?”

You laughed softly and turned your head to look at Minho. You didn’t know how fast his heart was beating seeing you smile at him like that.

“Lesson one: talk to her. You passed,” you told him.

“But-- But--”

“For these lessons, I’m gonna have you pretend I’m the girl you like,” you explained.

‘How fitting,’ he thought to himself.

“So you’re basically gonna practice on me. We’ll work our way up to like, dates and stuff. Next time I see you, I want you to practice flirting. Okay?”

“You want me to flirt with you?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yup. I mean, unless this whole thing is too weird. I can come up with a new--”

“No!” he blurted.

Outside, the three wolves could hear the conversation and shook their heads at his embarrassing outburst.

“He couldn’t make it more obvious,” Changbin sighed as he facepalmed.

“At least she seems oblivious,” Seungmin shrugged before muttering, “No wonder she’s failing trig.”

Chan whacked him in the shoulder, “Be nice.”

“I-I mean,” Minho quickly tried to compose himself, but his nerves were getting the best of him, “this is fine. I can do that.”

You smiled, “Okay, cool. Then I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Same time and place.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” he nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

You flashed him one last smile as you stood and grabbed your bag. Quickly Chan, Changbin, Seungmin, and Aeri began shoving each other away from the window to hide beside the building, pressing their backs against the brick wall so you wouldn’t notice them.

“She’s coming, shh,” Changbin shushed, hearing your footsteps approaching.

They saw you walk by them, your eyes staying forward the whole time. They thought they were in the clear as you had just barely passed by them without a glance or a word.

“Hi, Minho’s friends,” you greeted them suddenly without a passing glance.

You continued walking to your destination, leaving the four stunned. They pushed themselves away from the wall, watching your back as you carried on down the street.

“How did she know we were here?” Aeri wondered.

“I...don’t know,” Chan replied slowly.

You spent every single day for two weeks together with Minho. The first couple days were spent with him trying to flirt with you. Both of you were surprised by how naturally it came to him. But honestly, Minho realized that when it came to you, the smooth lines that came out of his mouth just made themselves. You were pretty, funny, smart -- there were endless things he could use to flirt.

But flirting was something he already had practice with. He was good with the cheesy stuff where he could smirk and say something smooth, and whoever his target was would swoon, and that was that. But it was all the cute stuff that he was bad at.

So the next step was new to him: small but nice gestures.

“Opening doors, pulling out chairs,” you listed off, “just little things like that. Small things that show you care enough to do those small things.”

That wasn’t anything he was really too familiar with. He’d done things like buy his boyfriend a coffee when they were together, but that was really it. He’d never done little gestures other than that. People were capable of opening their own doors, weren’t they?

“But...why?” he asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do stuff that they can do themselves?”

You shrugged, “Because it’s sweet. It doesn’t matter if they can do it themselves, it’s the thought that counts.”

Just to prove a point, you had gotten up while Minho was in the bathroom to order what he typically got at the café -- you asked Sam to make it extra good -- and had it waiting on the table for him when he got back while you continued to work on the trig problem he briefly explained to you.

“What’s this?” he wondered, picking up the coffee that said his name with a heart under it on the side of it.

“The coffee you like,” you replied. “I got it for you.”

His curious expression melted into a smile as he looked at you, his heart skipping a beat, “But you didn’t--”

He paused, realization hitting as he nodded slowly, ��Ohhhh, I get it now.”

From then, on, Minho would do little things for you. Every other day, you had a drink waiting for you on the table with your chair already pulled out. Minho once brought you flowers to work even though he wasn’t even ordering anything from the café. He showed up at your classes a few times to wait for you and walk you to your next one or to your car or have lunch with you.

It quickly became something Minho didn’t consciously think about for an ‘assignment’. He just did it because he wanted to and he wanted to see you. This whole world of cute relationship stuff was new to him, but he loved it when it came to you.

Unknown to him, a lot of this was new to you, too.

Slowly, you moved along, working your way up. You taught him about every cute thing that came with relationships to woo this girl he liked. Until finally, you were nearing the end goal.

He was tutoring you once again, watching you fondly as you scribbled in your book. You never caught him staring, but he was always staring when you weren’t paying attention. He was surprised he even managed to tutor you the last couple weeks without getting distracted or flustered or called out.

When you were finally done with tutoring for the day, you gave Minho his next assignment as you were putting your things away.

“I want you to ask me out,” you told him.

His heart stopped, completely forgetting that you were just assigning him a task. His cheeks turned pink, “Y-you-- What?”

“The date will be like your final,” you explained. “So ask me on a date, plan said date, take me out, and I’ll decide if you’re ready or not.”

Then everything clicked, and he let out a breath. He nodded, trying to not let it show that he had panicked from what you said.

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “I can do that.”

“You have a week from the day you ask me to plan the date,” you told him. “But don’t ask me right away. I wanna be surprised.”

“Why?”

You shrugged, “Makes it more realistic. I’ll see you Monday!”

As you turned and walked out of the café, Minho just watched you. He had to take you on a date now? Sure, it wasn’t a real date, but still!

“So what’re you gonna do?” Felix asked, breaking Minho from his thoughts.

Minho turned around to see his brother standing behind the counter, arms resting on it as he looked at the older boy with raised brows.

“I dunno, ask her, I guess,” he shrugged.

Felix let out a sigh, “No, I mean are you gonna confess yet or not? That was kind of the whole point of this, remember?”

No, Minho didn’t remember. He forgot all about that. He was too busy getting wrapped up in the world of being all cute and romantic that he forgot you were basically training him to ask out, well, you.

“You’re gonna ask her out, take her on the fake date, and then what?” Felix asked. “Tell her after the date that she was the person all along?”

Minho’s brows furrowed, “Is that a bad idea?”

“I don’t know, you’re the expert on being cute and romantic now,” Felix chuckled. “You figure it out.”

He had a point. Minho was practicing for two weeks now. He should be able to figure this out himself. And dammit, he was going to make sure to impress you.

Sundays were your day off. You never had anything going on on Sundays. No tutoring, no work, no school. Just you and your TV.

And your brother, who had called you to check in.

You were close with your brother. Though, the last couple weeks, you tried to distance yourself more and more from him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, you just...started to not really agree with some of his beliefs and morals.

It was the typical “how are you?” “how are things?” “what have you been up to?” kind of conversation for a little while. But then things started heading exactly where you expected.

“Have you heard from Elsie?” he asked, and you could hear the slight annoyance in his tone.

You let out a sigh, “No. I would’ve told you like you told me to.”

You knew that your two siblings didn’t get along. Elsie was adopted into your family and at first, the three of you were close. But some big disagreement happened between her, and your brother and his friends. She ended up leaving home and having no contact with either of you -- not that she had an issue with you, but she didn’t want your brother to end up giving you a hard time. She wanted to keep the issue between her and them, rather than dragging you into it. So for you, she stayed away even though you missed her. She changed her name and left, and you hadn’t heard from her since.

“How’s it going with Minho?” he wondered.

“I’m...working on it,” you decided to say.

“That doesn’t sound too great,” he chuckled. “_____, you know if this is too much for you--”

“No, I got it,” you quickly -- maybe a little too quickly -- reassured him. “He’s not like, too much to handle or anything. It’s just... It’s taking longer than I thought. But it’s working.”

“Good! I’m proud of you!” he said, and he sounded genuine. You knew your brother just wanted you to succeed. This was your first time doing anything like this, and he was rooting for you -- you knew that. “Just let me know if you need any help or anything.”

There was a knock at your door, and you just knew who it was. You paused, staring toward the door.

“Hey, can I call you back later?” you asked. “My food just got here.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he replied smoothly. “See ya!”

The line went dead, and you put your phone down on the coffee table before going to the door. You knew lying to your brother wasn’t your best move -- especially since you knew how much trouble you’d be in if he found out -- but you were nervous to tell him who had actually shown up -- especially when he wasn’t supposed to. Your brother knew Sundays were for relaxing and being alone. He’d probably get worried or suspicious knowing a certain someone had shown up, and then he’d end up coming over. You didn’t need that happening.

You unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a nervous-looking Minho.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked him, genuinely curious.

Minho looked at you with wide eyes as he rubbed his hands together, trying to somehow relieve some of his anxiety. He took a deep breath and tried to remember what he’d rehearsed to say.

But he blanked. So he just spoke.

“I want to take you on a date,” he blurted.

You raised your eyes in surprise. You figured that was what he was here for, but was that really how he was asking?

“Minho--”

“It’s not for the assignment,” he quickly clarified before you could say anything about the assignment. “I’m asking you on a real date -- an actual date. _____, you’re the girl I didn’t know how to talk to.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Minho continued to ramble.

“And I know you wanted me to ask you out on a fake date in some romantic way, but I’d rather be honest and tell you beforehand. And...I don’t know, I think a confession is still pretty romantic, right? So...yeah. I want to ask you on a date, but a real date. I like you, _____. A lot.”

By the time he was done talking, you were laughing softly. Not like you were laughing at him, but you were laughing because you thought the whole thing was silly but in a cute way.

“Yeah, I know,” you admitted.

Minho seemed even more scared now, “You knew?”

You nodded, “I had a feeling. But my answer is yes. Why do you think I butted in? I didn’t know you but I was offering to help.”

“I-I thought it was for trig...”

“No, that was just a bonus,” you shrugged.

“O-oh...” he trailed off as his eyes found the floor, feeling more confused than ever. But his eyes lit up as he looked at you. “But you’ll go out with me?”

“Yeah,” you grinned.

“Cool,” he gave you a relieved smile. “But can I ask...how did you know?”

Maybe you should’ve left that part out. Because what were you supposed to say? You knew because you felt the pull, too? That you knew what that feeling you got when you first saw him was? That you knew he was a werewolf? Then you’d have to tell him everything else about your brother and why you applied for the job at the café in the first place. You’d have to tell him what the original plan was until Minho went and fucked it all up and you started to fall for him.

Maybe you could tell him that later. Maybe when he admitted to you first that he was a werewolf. Maybe. But not now. You wanted to have your moment.

So you just smiled and shrugged, “I just had a feeling.”

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer.

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair.

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week. I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

~ ~ ~

I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Consolation || Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: you know it’s probably not great that you always turn to your best friend Bucky whenever you’re especially hurt by your husband. you know your husband should probably care that you spend so much time with him, but he doesn’t. which is good, in the end, because you two really are just friends… until you’re not.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut!, infidelity (see summary, reader is married), descriptions of failing/sexless marriage, angst, fluff, ~feelings~

You were good at hiding it— the real reason why you showed up at Bucky's apartment unexpectedly, that is.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected: you sent a text first, asking if he was down for a movie night, telling him you missed when you used to hang out more. He did, too, but he had always been afraid your husband would be an issue. Nice enough guy, but he didn’t seem to trust Bucky entirely… certainly didn’t seem to love that you two were so close.

And who could blame him? A beautiful, sweet, smart girl like you… he understood why your husband didn’t want you hanging out with other guys when avoidable. I’ve told him a thousand times, you’re just a friend— you’re just Bucky, you would tell him when you were recounting arguments, explaining why it had been a while since you two had had a chance to catch up. But Bucky never told you that your husband was right to worry, that he had dreamed since he met you of being more than ‘just a friend,’ that he himself was the reason you two didn’t spend more time together: because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from confessing his feelings.

Because of course he would never make a move on his best friend— on a married woman. It would be so overwhelmingly inappropriate, such a colossal waste of time; and it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle just being your friend. Sure, it killed him a little bit sometimes, but it was worth it a million times over to be near you at all. He would take what he could get… and if that meant platonic movie night because you’d had another argument with your husband, then so be it.

“I stopped by the store on my way; heard your ice cream reserve was depleted,” you explained as you brandished the Ben & Jerry’s before slipping past him to put them in his freezer.

He watched you walk there, silently hating how comfortable you were in his apartment. He loved it, but he hated it, too.

“What are we watching?” you asked, snapping him back to reality.

“Uh, I dunno…”

“You were supposed to pick while I was driving over, genius,” you grumbled sarcastically.

“I narrowed it down to The Ring or You’ve Got Mail,” he decided suddenly.

You chuckled lightly and the sound lifted his spirits. “Okay, so, two drastically different evenings."

“I mean, if you think about it, they’re both about meeting new people through technology,” he corrected.

“Do VHS tapes count as technology?” you raised an eyebrow incredulously.

“They do to me,” he shrugged.

With the ice cream supply exhausted and Bucky’s largest plastic bowl now containing only the unpopped kernels and little broken pieces of popcorn that didn’t make the cut, the third act of The Ring was beginning and you were spending more time covering your eyes than not.

“Let me know when the scary part is over,” you requested weakly from between the hands on your face.

“It’s a horror movie; the whole thing is one long scary part!” he laughed.

You peeked out through your fingers only to see another terrifying moment, yelping and hiding yourself in his chest.

He froze, not sure at all what to do with your face pressed against him; he held his breath in case the inflation of his chest would disturb you.

“I can’t look!” you whimpered, voice muffled by his shirt.

He lifted his hand in consideration of stroking your hair comfortingly, but ultimately decided against it and set it back down.

Thankfully, the movie was almost over and you wouldn’t stay cuddled up to him after it ended— meaning he’d finally be free from the glorious torture of your nearness.

But then the credits were rolling and you still didn’t budge, holding him tight. At first he thought you were just still scared, but then you took a slow, shaky breath… and he realized something was wrong with you, way beyond just a spooky movie.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, preparing to hear you explain what really happened with you and your husband that made you come here.

You just shook your head a little against his chest, making him sigh.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he continued, and you hesitated before pulling back and sitting up straight again. As painful as it had been, he missed your touch already.

“Yes,” you answered, “but I shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“But I need to.”

“Okay.”

“But I can’t.”

“...okay…”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands— not from fear this time, but exasperation. “I told myself that if it ever got to this point, I’d tell someone. But now I… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

"He doesn't… we don't…” you started and stopped a few times. “God, Buck, I can't even say it…"

"You don't have to—" he began to tell you, but you said it anyway, tearing your hands away from your face and looking back at him sternly.

"He hasn't touched me in months. And today marks an entire year since the last time I had sex."

He tried not to choke when he heard that. He figured you were just going to say that he was texting a female coworker too much or flip-flopping about if he wanted kids or not. This was something else entirely. "Oh… um, wow."

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure where to start. In spite of all his obliviousness, he was pretty sure he should say something, he just didn’t know what. “And he… he knows that you… want that? I mean, you’ve like… tried to, you know… initiate things, right?” He cringed at his own voice, and stupid question.

You laughed a little, in a sad way. "I've begged him for it, fuck, it's so humiliating. It doesn't even work. He's always too tired, not in the mood, busy with something. And of course I want to respect him and not pressure him into anything but at the same time, I feel so fucking unlovable— so hideous."

"You're not hideous,” he said firmly, more sure of that than anything else he’d said so far.

“I try to believe that, really,” you mitigated, “I try not to take it personally— but fuck, it feels personal. Do you know how often people talk about sex? It’s like society has this idea that men just wanna bang twenty-four hours a day and the only thing stopping them is women being prudes. Do you know what it’s like to hear people talk like that when your husband rejects you every night? Do you know how it feels to hear your girlfriends complaining about how their boyfriends are pestering them for sex too often, and you’re just sitting there screaming inside your head ‘at least he wants you’? Bucky, you can’t even imagine…”

“I can’t,” he agreed.

"It's been so long…” you sighed shakily, collecting yourself before you started again. “It's been so long since somebody touched me. I wondered if I would forget what it felt like."

His hand shook a little as he reached out with his flesh hand and brushed it against your arm, staring into your watery eyes and finding less fear there than he expected, thankfully.

"Did you forget?" he asked softly.

"I must have," you mumbled, "it feels better than I remembered."

The heartbreak in your voice made anger bubble up in his chest, amazed at how your husband ever allowed this to happen; ever allowed you to become so touch-starved that even just a brush on your arm made you emotional. "I can't imagine being with you every day and not wanting to touch you whenever I could get the chance,” he admitted. “I can't imagine being your husband and not making love to you every day, every hour, whenever you wanted; whenever you'd let me. I can't imagine having you beg me for something and not giving it to you— I'd give you everything."

He had to fight a gasp as you suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, a bit sudden at first but melting into something gentle and patient and soft.

“Then do it,” you whispered as you finally pulled back; he could barely think straight to even process what you were saying. “Give me everything.”

He nodded a little before he kissed you again, rough but deep and slow. His hands roamed your body like he'd wished to for so long; his tongue slid against yours and the taste of you drove him wild.

As hard as it was to break from your lips, he moved his kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking at your pulse as you groaned and clutched at his shoulders through his shirt.

"Fuck," you whispered under your breath, and he must've heard you swear a million times but this time it sounded so different.

His cock was straining against his jeans already, just from this— it was like he was a fucking teenager again, but to be fair, you'd always had that effect on him: sweaty palms, stammering, sudden boners. It was like lifelong puberty with you around.

When his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, just barely brushing over the skin right above your sweats, you pulled back briefly to pull your shirt off over your head. He thought it might be awkward if he just stood there gawking at your chest, so he only allowed himself a moment of it before he got back to work holding you tight and kissing your collarbones.

He pulled you closer and you must've felt his cock pressed against you because you gasped a little. And you must've liked it, because your hand slipped down and rubbed him through the front of his jeans, making him choke on nothing.

“S’big,” you mumbled, and he grinned a little.

“Feel what you do to me?” he asked softly, and you nodded a little before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand down your body and into the waistband of your pants. He shuddered when he felt how warm your skin was, the lacy fabric of your panties, the slick folds you guided his fingers through.

“Feel what you do to me?” you shot back, but your cockiness faded when he circled his middle finger over your swollen bud. He loved the way your body reacted so easily, subtle little gasps and shivers, your hips jolting forward for more stimulation. You both moaned when he pushed a finger into your channel, your walls already pulsing around him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You whispered your approval and he twisted the finger inside you. Even just that made you let out a heavy breath, your hands reaching down to grip his wrist— they didn’t push him away, thankfully, just reminded him to be gentle with you as he added the second finger, pushing a bit deeper than before.

“More,” you whimpered your plea, “I want more.”

For a second he thought you meant more fingers, but then you opened your eyes and gave him a look… that look.

It made it abundantly clear that fingers weren’t going to be enough. After all, you had asked him to give you everything. So he gladly obliged when you started to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. You lifted your hips to let him pull down your sweats, not giving him much time to drink in the sight of you before you started opening his fly for him.

Being undressed by you made his heart race; the way you rushed, like you couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him, was flattering yet relatable.

You sighed when you got his cock out, instantly wrapping your hand around his shaft and stroking. He shuddered at the softness of your hands, at your gentle but persistent exploration. Clearly it had been a while since you’d gotten the chance to interact with a dick, but it didn’t show in any lack of skill— if anything it just made you more eager, your grip firm but your touches gentle. He kissed you again, holding your face in one hand and leaning you back with the other until you were laid on the couch and he was hovering over you.

He guided your hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own as he guided the weeping head over your slick folds, smiling at your gasp when he bumped against your clit.

“Do you want this?” he asked, fully prepared for you to back out now before you did something you really couldn’t take back.

“Yes.” Your answer was more confident than he was expecting, but he still couldn’t really believe it. It was just too good to be true. So he had to check again.

“...are you sure?”

"Don't make me beg, Bucky," you whimpered, "I've done it enough, I can't do it again. Just make love to me— I need you inside me, please…"

Your head fell back as he pushed into you, your nails digging into his shoulders until he stopped from fear of hurting you (even though it took more willpower than he knew he had).

"Don't stop," you whined, "need to feel all of you, Bucky, please please don't stop—"

He definitely didn't have enough willpower to resist that. Slamming into you all at once, he hissed as you cried out, baring his teeth at the sight of you quivering and moaning beneath him.

"I— I need a second," you explained, voice tight with ill-concealed pain, "it's been a while.”

"I can wait," he nodded, "I won't move until you're ready."

He could tell you were struggling, because how could you not be when you felt so fucking tight around him? He guided you to breathe slowly with him, feeling your body relax slightly and noticing the way your face untwisted as you became more comfortable.

You nodded a little, but he needed to hear you say it. "Fuck me," you whispered.

And he did.

He still kept his pace measured and relaxed, savoring every inch of you— savoring your reactions to every inch of him.

But watching your face was going to push him towards the edge too fast, and he wanted to make this last if possible, so he leaned down to suck on your neck, thoroughly tasting your skin as you moaned and writhed beneath him. It felt incredible to surround your body with his, to cage you in and pin you down with his weight— it made him feel like he could protect you, keep you safe, even though he knew he couldn’t save you from heartache as much as he wanted to.

If you wanted someone to touch you, to give you affection, to make love to you and make you feel loved, then you’d come to the right place. That came to him naturally; the hard part was going to be letting you go, letting this be the one-time favor for a friend that he already knew it was.

“You feel so good,” he found himself whispering against your skin, just beside your ear, “so good for me.”

The praise must have had a strong effect on you, because your walls tightened around him suddenly.

“So perfect,” he continued, wanting to feel it again, “my perfect girl.” And you weren’t his girl, but maybe he could pretend you were; you certainly seemed to enjoy pretending, with the way your moans egged him on. “God, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock.”

“Bucky,” you whined, arching your back, and he grinned because it was obvious that you responded even better to dirty talk than praise.

“You like that, huh? You like makin’ me feel good?” he pressed, laughing a little when you nodded feverishly. “Fuck, such a good girl… takin’ me so good, so fuckin’ deep…”

You grabbed him by his hair to make him kiss you again, hungry lips smashing against his.

Inspired by your passion but afraid of what he’d do with all of this control, he wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you up until he was sitting while you straddled him, looking up at you with a grin. "Ride me, pretty girl, show me how bad you want it," he instructed lowly. The way you rocked your hips and threw your head back was everything he'd dreamed it would be, increased exponentially. Of course, he'd never told anyone that he dreamed about that, but he'd also never thought it could ever come true. He ran his hands over every part of you he could reach, just to make sure it was real; just to make sure he memorized the feel of you while he could.

He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around a hardened nipple, sucking gently and smirking a little when you moaned loudly. “You’re sensitive here,” he noted aloud, kissing his way to the other nipple but still teasing the first with his metal fingers.

Your moans came faster and louder, your fingers combing through his hair and pulling seemingly unintentionally. He noticed that you let your eyes fall shut, your head crane back, and although he was glad that it was a sign of pleasure, he wanted to see you; he wanted you to see him, know that it was him making you feel this way. so, he reached up and cupped your face in his hand, cradling your cheek, pulling you closer to look at him, staring into your eyes— and he knew it wasn't a subtle move, wasn't believable as a guy just helping out a friend, but he didn't care anymore. When he kissed you again, it almost felt like you meant it, too; like you wanted him first, and not just as a consolation prize.

But you pulled back a little too soon, a reminder to both of you that this couldn’t be anything more than what it was.

Your hips gyrated faster and more vigorously, his hands gripping you tight and guiding your movements while you sighed and bit your lip. You looked so indescribably good when you were immersed in pleasure like this, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for balance, your chest swelling and deflating with quick breaths.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered below his breath as his hand softly trailed from your collarbone down to your thigh. The sounds you made were constantly changing, a little more high-pitched and needy now as you rode him faster. He was already picking up on the little signs that you were getting closer: your thighs flexing where they were straddled beside his own, how your body jolted and shivered in his grasp, your eyes wrenched shut and your skin breaking out into goosebumps.

Already he knew your body so well, but he knew there was so much more he would never get the chance to discover. For now, he’d just have to settle for a preview of all the perfect little ways you fell apart.

And, in the interest of speeding that process up a bit, he reached down to where your bodies were joined and circled a thumb over your clit.

“Fuck!” you yelped, your inner muscles bearing down on him out of nowhere until he was forced to groan from your tightness.

“You close?” he stammered out, way less confident than he meant it to be. He should’ve said something cool like ‘I know you’re close’ or ‘aw, baby, does that feel good?’ but no, he was too far gone and gave his own desperation away.

"Yes, baby, I'm so close," you sighed, "I'm gonna come— you're gonna make me come."

You said it with a hint of shock in your voice, like you could barely believe it. He couldn't believe it, either, because it was surely too good to be true.

"Come for me," he instructed firmly, pulling you closer until his nose brushed against yours, "say my name when I make you come."

It was unfair, but he needed to pretend you were his for just a moment. Only his.

"Bucky," you whimpered shakily. Your walls tightened around him so perfectly, over and over, until it took everything in him not to bust right then. "Bucky, I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming—"

"I know," he whispered, "I know, pretty girl, keep going."

Your nails dug into his skin, but he couldn’t even notice the pain when he was watching your face as you came— it was tight and twisted at first, before falling into a gasp and a moan that made his heart swell along with his cock that painted your walls the absolute second he knew you’d come. It was intense, not just from holding back for so long, but from knowing he was coming inside you.

He sighed and started to catch his breath as you slumped forward and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, the warmth of your body nearly overwhelming now as he felt little aftershocks ripple through your channel around where he was still within you.

"Thank you," you whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. But he did, and he nodded a little as he rested his face against yours, stroking your hair gently. You held each other in silence for a long time, so long that when your breathing slowed down significantly and he could feel your body relax entirely, he realized you had fallen asleep.

Carefully, he held you tighter so he could stand up and carry you to his bedroom, your body instinctively wrapping around him like a koala… like even in your sleep, you could act all adorable and break his heart just that much more.

He did his best to tread quietly and gently, laying you down onto the bed and only then pulling his softened cock out of you, finding his discarded boxers to put back on before joining you between the sheets.

He knew you would be gone in the morning but he indulged himself in holding you tonight, breathing your scent and pressing your back against his chest. He didn't want to fall asleep because he didn't want to miss a second of your body wrapped in his, but it was impossible not to with the soft pace of your breathing almost rocking him to sleep like a beautiful lullaby.

Where there was warmth and peace before, he awoke to cold and emptiness— both between his sheets and in himself.

It’s not like he really expected you to stay, and even if you had it wouldn’t mean that you would leave your husband for your best friend, that this would have ever been anything more than a glimpse of what could’ve been in another life or another universe.

He could still smell you, barely, and he buried his face in the sheets to take it all in before it faded away. When it was gone, he pulled back only to find a wet patch of his tears there instead.

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