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weebswrites · 4 years

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How would the demon bros react to an artist MC who secretly sketches them and they find MC’s sketchbook~?

The Demon Bros: Finding MC’s Sketchbook

Lucifer

He goes to your room to check on you and sees your sketchbook lying open on your bed

He doesn’t want to invade your privacy, but he can’t help but take a peek at what it is you’re working on

He’s seen you working hard on something for the past few days and has been curious

He steps towards your bed and looks down at the page

It’s him!

His eyes scan the page, taking in how handsomely you’ve portrayed him, sitting at his desk working

He smiles and flips the pages to see what else you’ve drawn

It’s all him ? Reading, cooking, talking, existing. You’ve captured him in every light

You walk back into your room

“Lucifer!” you gasp, rushing over and shutting the sketchbook, in denial that he saw the pages and pages of himself

“What did you see” you ask him, standing on your tiptoes to try to intimidate him

He debates whether or not to lie, but knows how strongly you value honesty and communication

“I saw a few, but, they’re all incredible, MC. You don’t have to hide them from me”

You blush, “I just didn’t know if you’d think it’s weird that I draw you so much”

He leans down and kisses you, gently, whispering “It’s not weird at all, it’s quite flattering actually” against your lips

You spend the next bit of time going through your sketchbook, showing him the sketches and explaining how he made your heart race

Mammon

You two are chilling in your room on your bed, chatting about this and that

He reaches over to your nightstand and grabs the sketchbook, “Hey, human, what’re you always drawing in here anyways” he asks innocently

“Mammon no!” you try to grab the book from his hands but he’s already opened it

He goes silent, flipping through page after page of sketches and drawings of him, some colored, some not

“Mammon…I can explain…” you whisper, face red with embarrassment

He shakes his head no and continues flipping through each page, the silence in the room making you nervous

After he’s done looking he closes the book, “Mah human~” he says lovingly, and leans over and presses a kiss to your lips

“I shoulda known you were drawing The Great Mammon, what else would you draw?” he teased, kissing you again before returning the sketchbook to your nightstand

You giggle, “Exactly, what else would be so worthy of the pages than you?”

He teases you about it from time to time when he sees you sketching, but you know that seeing page upon page of himself in your sketchbook really struck a chord in his heart (sometimes he poses for you but tries to act like it’s just how he’s naturally sitting, but you both know that’s a lie) (and he looks at you with so much love in his eyes when he knows you’re drawing him, it fills your heart with such a warm feeling)

Leviathan

He’s on his fourth hour of playing through a new game

You normally play with him, but it’s not MPG, so you’re just watching him and refilling the snack bowl for the two of you when it gets empty

One trip back you stop by your room and get your sketchbook and favorite pencil

You drop the snacks beside him and sit on his bed, beginning to sketch the back of his head and body looking at the monitor

He doesn’t notice at first, but during a scene change when the screen goes black he sees you sketching, glancing up at him from time to time

“MC, what are you drawing?” he asks

“Uhh…nothing really” you stammer, hoping he didn’t catch on to your obvious lie

He does, of course, and pauses his game to come look

You try to hide your page, but don’t stop him when he sits next to you and lifts it from your arms

“Babe…” he whispers, admiring the work you’d done in such a short time, before flipping a page back and seeing another sketch of him

“I just…you’re my everything, Levi, and sometimes I see you and I just, have to capture the moment” you explain

“These are incredible, why haven’t you shown me sooner?” he asks, flipping through page after page of your work

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, thinking I was always trying to draw you

“I appreciate that,” he says, stopping on a page to admire a drawing from a few weeks ago of him reading a manga, “You have so much talent”

He showers you in compliments and after a brief kiss, goes back to his game, resuming the same position he was in earlier so you could finish your drawing

Satan

You were in the library on the couch, he was rereading a favorite book and you were sketching

You sat on either end of the couch, facing each other with your legs intertwined

You’d been working on sketching your view of this for about an hour, and were proud of how well it was going

Suddenly, Satan closes his book at you and meets your eyes as they were studying his face

“Can I ask what you’re studying my face so intently for?” he asks bluntly, never holding back any punches

And you didn’t either, “I’m…drawing us. And I want to capture your face as accurately as possible” you explain

He holds his hand out for you to hand over the sketchbook, and you do after a quick glance down to look at your work

He studies your drawing before flipping to the beginning and looking through each page, admiring each one

You watched as his eyes took in every inch of every page

“Satan?” you ask, wanting to hear his thoughts

“MC, I had no idea you had so much talent” he whispered, taking minutes on each page, sincerely admiring the time and effort you’d put into each drawing

“I hope it’s okay I draw you a lot, you’re always on my mind and I want to capture every moment we have together”

“It’s perfectly, kitten” he reassures you, a light blush crossing his face as he reached the piece you were working on currently again, scanning it before handing you back your sketchbook

“Show me your work more often, it’s beautiful”

You smile, falling even more in love with him than you thought was humanly (or demonly) possible

“I will”

Asmodeus

You’re a bit tipsy, whoops

“What are you always drawing in that sketchbook of yours, anyways” he teases, poking your shoulder

“Nothinggg” you defend yourself

“Then show me if it’s nothing” he smirks, getting off your bed and walking to your desk, flipping open your sketchbook to a random page

The random page happened to be a page with a drawing of him, sitting at his desk and applying a face cream

“Honey…is this a drawing of me?” he asks, voice soft

“Yeah” you say, getting up and walking over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist

“They’re all of you” you explain, scanning through the pages with your thumb

He takes a bit to flip through the pages slower, appreciating each drawing for a moment before moving to the next

After he’s done he closes the book and turns to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips

“Seeing myself from your eyes…it was amazing” he whispered, pulling away, “Your art is amazing”

“Thanks, Asmo” you say, smiling and kissing him again

He absolutely makes you draw him posing now, he’ll sit in any pose he can think of, in all sorts of cute or seductive outfits, letting you draw him for hours and hours

Sometimes he’ll wear an outfit, and well, the drawing doesn’t last long lol

Beelzebub

He doesn’t want to pry at what you’re doing, but you can tell by the way his eyes linger whenever you’re drawing that he’s curious

After you get a good portion of the way done with your current drawing, you scoot next to him

(You’re in the kitchen, because duh)

“Beel, can I show you what I’ve been working on?”

“Of course, my love”

You turn the sketchbook from your chest to his eyes, handing it to him

He takes it, carefully admiring the most recent few pages

His heart is beating fast, the fact that you saw him and wanted to draw him made him so soft

“MC…” he whispers

“Beel?”

“These are so good, your talent is undeniable” he praises you

“Thank you” you reply, heart warmed by his kind words

“You…always draw me. Why?” he asks

“You always stick out to me, love. You’re handsome and strong and the love of my life. Sometimes I get hit with a wave of appreciation for you and want to capture the moment” you explain

He smiles, blushing more before leaning in and kissing you

After a few kisses you two pull away, resting your foreheads together

“I love you, Beel”

“I love you too, MC”

Belphegor

You keep it Very on the down low when you’re drawing him

You know he doesn’t like attention on him, even when it’s from you, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable

One day he catches you

The two of you are in his room, he’s reading something on his phone and you’re sketching

You always told him it was for your art class, which was sometimes true, at least

“MC, can I see what you’re working on” he asks

You hesitate for a moment, “Belphie, I’m…I’m drawing you” you confess, lowering your head a bit

He just looks at you, “Oh…”

“If it makes you uncomfortable I’ll stop, it’s just sometimes you look so peaceful I want to capture it forever” you ramble

“Hey, MC, it’s okay. I trust you” he says, holding out his hand for you to give him the sketchbook

You do so, and study his face intently as he flips through the pages

He stops at one, and you glance to see which one it is

It’s one from a few weeks ago, he was mid-nap, hair messy and face perfectly calm

“You’re so talented” he commented, “this one in particular, the level of detail is impressive”

“Thanks” you say, letting out a sigh of relief and laughing a bit

“You should show me more often, I’d love to see more of your work. Even if it’s just drawings of me” he teases lightly

You smile, nodding, “Yeah, I will”

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A/N: wow I’m not doing too hot on posting every day am I lol, but I’ve gotten some really fun requests (like this one !! thank u anon I loved writing this so much) and they’re keeping me motivated

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcannon #obey me headcannons #obey me reader insert #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader

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sweetsoobinie · 4 years

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Do u have any txt blogs you’d recommend I really like yours and feel like you’d have great taste

thank you sweet anon!!! and yes, i do have great taste, all of the blogs i mention are absolutely wonderful 😌 please check them out if you haven’t already!!!

@txtdream: all of tanya’s works are incredible, adorable, and hilarious, i don’t think i’ve read through anything she’s written without giggling to myself like a child. also she’s coming out with a richkid!taehyun fic soon that from the preview alone seems amazing!!!

@yeonjuncore: sae’s writing LITERALLY blows me away, she should be paid for it istg. her series demimondaine and revenant have me hooked!! i feel like i have an actual novel in my hands when reading her works, they’re absolutely fantastic and i love them so much :’)

@star-daegyu: ace has a library of works and every single one of them is adorable and amazing. also her blog is so aesthetic and beautiful??? i love seeing all of her posts because they’re so nice to look at!!!

@pxppinstars: sara’s writing is super cute!! i’m super excited for her and @spookybias’s beomgyu series “listen before i go”!! i really love the concept and think it’s super intriguing from the first part alone!!

@spookybias: ahh her writing is so cute too!! i really love her headcanons and her “little things that matter” posts, they make me drop multiple uwus. she also writes for stray kids i believe, so her blog is great if you’re a multistan :)

@luvmoa: rynn’s writing is amazing and so adorable!! i especially loved her tae “paper airplanes” fic, it was super unique and cute!! also the aesthetics at the top of her works are top notch, they look really nice :’)

@ye6njun: her blog is so sweet and wholesome?? every time i see any of her posts on my dash, even her anons, i smile because she’s so cute and her writing is even cuter if that’s possible. i absolutely love her headcanons, they’re so fluffy and well done!!

@momentsofalwaysness: i am the biggest simp for her writing, every single one of her fics made my heart flutter and i love them so so much. i may or may not reread them all the time uwu her yeonjun college au “when the universe puts your hand in mine” was amazing, please read it and love it as much as i did!!!

@s-uwu-binie: i love kim’s headcanon posts so much!! they’re extremely cute and fluffy, two adjectives i absolutely love in case you couldn’t tell lol. she also has a bg mind-reader fic that i adore, i thought it was so original and unique when i first read it!!

@bffsoobin: her writing is so good!!! i really loved her “just one day” idol!yeonjun fic, i had many Thoughts™️ and Emotions™️ after reading it, i may have gotten a little too attached to idol!yeonjun kskshds

@soobindipity: her blog is quite new i believe, but all of her works are really fantastic and i love them a lot!!! her angel!beomgyu fic “vanity” was especially stunning + well done, i felt for him so much :’(

@taheyun: i really love her work!! i can’t wait to see more of her writing because what she’s posted so far is great!! :) her recent fic “a lovely night” was amazing and i was rooting for bff!yeonjun so hard the whole time

@euphoriatxt: i actually fell in love with her headcanons, they’re hilarious but also PERFECTLY aligned with the members personalities!!! i can’t wait to see more of what she makes because they were so entertaining!!

@starrytxt: i really love her ongoing idol!reader x idol!yeonjun social media au!!! its really great and if you like content like mine/image based stories then her blog is perfect :)

If I missed anyone, please let me know!! But these are the moa writers I love and admire, in no particular order! As you can see, I read a lot but can’t write to save my life hskdkfjs

#anyways this was me simping for the entire moa community #sorry this is so late!! i had a lot i wanted to say lol #i use the word love about 300 times but i meant it genuinely every time i typed it 😌#asks 💌#blog recs

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gaiyofanfiction · 6 years

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“Love Yourself” Reader!Namjoon Angst/Fluff

“Love Yourself”

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Reader!Namjoon Angst/Fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon. Actually was requested a while ago. I really am truly sorry I took so long to write this. The reason I went on a bit of a hiatus is that I went into a period of doubt. I felt my writing was incredibly subpar and I almost thought I was going to quit. No ideas were flowing and I just couldn’t get myself to write. After some time and talking to my bestie (Yōsei) I finally got some courage to write again. I really, really hope you like it! Anon didn’t specify the topic, so I made up my own situation. ~ Gaishō

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Namjoon is such a soft sweetheart and cares for every thing and every one.

Trigger Warning: Slight abuse and attempt to rape. Plus, Namjoon angst... I mean that shit hurts.

“I spy with my little eye… A bored Joonie who needs a pick-me-up.” You creep up behind him as he’s studying.

He turns around with a big dimpled smile and reaches out his hand, “You didn’t…”

“Oh yes I did! A coffee milk tea with boba!” You hand him the chilled drink and his eyes widen with excitement.

“You’re the best. Hey, have you started studying for the psychology exam?”

You scoff, “that exam is one month away… You really think I started?”

“True, I was never as smart as you,” he says as he nestles his face between his fists and gives you a look of wonder.

You sort of shrug it off and start to study with him. There was some time of silence, but your mind starts to wander. Flipping pages and doodling on the side, you sigh and sigh again.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Your mind seems occupied with something else.” He closes his books and averts all his attention to you.

You look at your fingers and start to fiddle with your nails. Namjoon notices this and puts his hands over yours. Your cheeks become flushed.

“Hey, you know you can always talk to me. Want to go for a walk and clear your head?”

Without saying anything you nod and you both start packing up your things.

Walking beside each other you both head to your favorite park with the trail. It’s the middle of fall so all the leaves are changing beautiful colors and the sunlight illuminates the leaves to make them look like shining stained glass.

He nudges you to sit at one of the benches that are placed under this big willow tree. There was some awkward silence, but he finally says something.

“S-so, what’s been on that busy mind of yours?” He pokes your temple playfully.

You swing your legs back and forth and lean forward to sigh. “Do you believe in love?”

Suddenly Namjoon was a bit flustered. He looks the other way and runs his fingers through his hair. “Heh, y-yeah of course, with the right person. I believe there is someone for every one.”

You begin to get antsy and start bouncing your knees. “W-well, what if you’re afraid to ask them out? What if they don’t like you back?”

Namjoon thinks to himself for a little bit, and then smiles. “Then you tried. If we let our opportunities pass by, you may never get them again. It’s better to try and fail than to never have tried at all. Everything is a learning experience.”

His words always calm your thoughts. You giggle a little bit and nudge his shoulder with yours. “Thanks Joonie. Walk me home?”

“Always,” he replies with content.

Once Namjoon says goodbye to you at your doorsteps you give him a warm hug and head into your apartment.

Dropping your things left and right you head straight into your room to change into some baggy sweatpants and sweater. Plopping onto your bed you stare at your phone and one contact in particular.

Your finger hovering over the call button you keep having second thoughts. In the back of your mind you think about what Namjoon told you. ‘Sigh. Why does he always have to be right…’

You hit the call button and each ring made you more and more nervous.

“Hello?”

You freeze. Your mouth opens, but words don’t come out.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat you finally talk, “y-yes! Hi! It’s me, Y/N. Sorry.”

“Hey! What’s up?”

You start to tap your foot rapidly, “u-uhm, I was wondering if you… would go on a date with me?”

“Y/N, I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“O-oh my god, really!? I can’t wait!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Y/N.”

“See you tomorrow… Shane.”

You squeal in delight. ‘Oh my god, I can’t believe I just asked him out!’ You went right to sleep dreaming about your date with Shane tomorrow.

The next morning you woke up with so much excitement that you showed up incredibly early to the coffee shop where you said you would meet Shane.

You sat there watching people pass you by hoping one of them is Shane. Suddenly you hear a familiar voice.

“Oh? Y/N! What are you doing here?” He walks up to you with a sweet smile with a coffee drink in each hand.

“N-Namjoon!?” His presence really caught you off guard.

He looks at you with a puzzled face. “I thought we were meeting at the library today so we can study together.”

You don’t respond and start to fidget with your fingers.

“Ah, you forgot…” The sweet smile leaves his face leaving a blank stare.

Another voice yells for you, “Y/N! Hey! I’m over here!”

He comes up to you and wraps his hand around your waist making you blush and your heart is racing.

“You can’t be serious… him!? All this time it was Choi Seung Ho!?” Namjoon says in a bit of an angry tone.

“Hey man, it’s Shane. And don’t wear it out.” He pulls you in closer to him. Your face is beet red at this point.

“Please, Joonie… Calm down. I-I wanted to tell you.”

“Joonie? What kind of stupid name is that?” Shane interrupts.

You ignore his comment and continue to keep eye contact with Namjoon. You see in his eyes he’s completely hurt. But, you think of an idea to make up for it.

“W-we’ll study tomorrow, okay? And I’ll treat you to some good food! I promise!” You smile and giggle.

Namjoon doesn’t respond. His demeanor was seemingly cold. ‘I don’t understand. Is there something more to his behavior?’

“Well! You won’t be needing two coffee drinks anymore.” Shane snatches one of the drinks from Namjoon and he takes you with him.

You look behind to see Namjoon in shock. Never have you ever seen him so broken. ‘He’ll understand… Right?’

For now, you just focus on your date with Shane. The night went pretty well, better than you expected. However, towards the end of the date he brings up Namjoon.

“So, what’s up with your friend? He’s seems to be really into you,” Shane claims.

“W-what? No way. He’s just my best friend.”

“Hmph, yeah. Joonie, Joonie, Joonie!” He mocks you.

You didn’t like his comment. It actually turned you off. “Uhm, well it was a great first date. I really do have to get home and study tonight. Chat later?”

He scoffs. “Yeah sure. Maybe next date will be at my place,” he winks at you suggestively.

You feel disgusted, but you let it go. You say your goodbyes and head in different directions.

Walking home you start to think about how Namjoon is doing. You call him to check in on him. The phone rings and rings, but it doesn’t go to voicemail.

“H-he rejected my call!?” You scream.

You call him again, and again, and each time he rejects it. You start to feel a little sick to your stomach. ‘Oh Y/N, what have you done this time…’

That night you tossed and turned, barely getting any sleep. *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* Your alarm clock jolts you awake. ‘It feels like I didn’t sleep at all.’

Sighing, you slump out of your bed and check your phone to see if Namjoon called or texted back. Instead, you see that you have a missed text from Shane.

It reads: “Hey baby, my place tonight ;)”

You gulp. Your anxiety acts up and your hands start to shake. ‘I have a bad feeling about this date. All I can think about is Namjoon right now…’

Checking the time you see it’s close to the time you normally have study sessions with Namjoon so you pack your things and head to the library.

Arriving at the library you sit at your normal meeting place and set your things down. Minutes pass, then hours. You call and text Namjoon what seemed like a hundred times.

Finally, you get up and start to look around at the usual spots he would be at. A light bulb went off. ‘I know! He’s probably at the studio rapping. He does that when he’s stressed.’

You went to the local music studio and sure enough you find Namjoon rapping his heart out. While watching you find yourself immersed in his lyrics and even feel how he feels; all the anger, frustration, and sadness.

He finishes up and you see him sweating, even panting because of how hard he’s working. You tap on the glass and he looks up, but not with a smile. It was almost a death glare and it sent shivers down your spine.

He comes out from the recording studio. “What are you doing here?”

You play with your sleeves. “I-I was wondering how come you haven’t been returning my texts or calls. You didn’t even show up to the library.”

Namjoon doesn’t even bat an eye. “Figured you’d be with Shane. Ya know, your new boy toy.”

You didn’t like how he said that and you cross your arms. “Chill, we went on one date. What’s it to you anyway?”

He shakes his head and laughs. “Seriously, Y/N? He’s an asshole. You could do so much better.”

“He’s not an asshole. He just has a different sense of humor. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of it.”

Suddenly he slams both his fists onto the table, “because I love you! I have always loved you. But, you decide to date some guy who just wants to get in your pants.”

His words caught you off guard. Your face turns bright red and your eyes start to well up with tears. It took you a second to gather your words. “H-he’s not that kind of person!” You start to choke. Your voice got lower and you murmur, “at least he was man enough to ask me out on a date.”

Namjoon just about had it. Before he replies he starts to gather his things before you. He did it so calmly it was scary. “Y/N, I thought I knew you. You’ve been abused in the past by so many boyfriends and I just wanted to be the guy that could be there for you emotionally. I have always been by your side; every text, every call, every night that you have cried. As time went on I started to fall in love with your soul. It amazed me how anyone could treat you so poorly. You’re such a wonderful person. But, I put my emotions aside so you could fully recover. I never asked you out because I wanted to wait till you were ready.”

He walks past by you and stops. “I guess I was wrong. You’re not the person who I thought you were.”

Namjoon walked away without looking back. Your knees start to buckle, but you turn around quickly to yell after him.

He stops again, but still doesn’t look back. “Bye, Y/N.”

He exits the studio. Your heart was breaking. ‘How could I have been so blind!? God I am so stupid!’

You run home sobbing. All you could think about was how ignorant you have been this whole time.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” you say as you try to call Namjoon. Of course he rejects every call. You keep trying to get a hold of him.

Suddenly he picks up. “N-Namjoon? Please!”

“Y/N…” He says softly.

“Yes? Please… Please talk to me.”

“Don’t EVER text me, and don’t EVER call me again. I never want to see your face again. I wish our paths never crossed in the first place,” he says firmly and hangs up the phone.

Your jaw drops and you drop to the floor. Crying so hard you gasp for air and can’t control your body from shaking. ‘Namjoon, I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I hurt you.’

Your phone starts to buzz and you hurry over to see who it is. ‘Ah crap, I still have my date at Shane’s house.’

It was Shane texting you his address. Feeling at a loss you didn’t know what to do, but you sure as hell didn’t want to date Shane anymore. ‘Joonie was right.’

You text Shane back asking if he could meet you outside first, he didn’t understand why, but he said that was fine. You planned to end it then and there.

Arriving to Shane’s house you felt sick. ‘Hopefully I can just cut this thing off and go home.’

The door creeks open and Shane comes out to see you. He kisses your cheek and you back away.

“What’s wrong, babe? Looks like you’ve been crying.”

“Uh, yeah. Shane, I-I thought I could do this. But, I don’t think I’m ready to date anyone right now. I came here to tell you that face-to-face. I didn’t want to be rude.”

He grabs your waist and pulls you in, “oh c’mon baby. I can make you feel better. Is it that Namjoon dick? Forget about him. I’ll show you a good time.”

Suddenly his hands were under your shirt. You try to push away, but he has his grip on you. “Let me go! I don’t want to be with you!”

Shane slaps you right across the face and his hand wraps tight around your neck, “bitch, nobody says no to me. You’re coming with me.”

You scream and fight him as much as you could. ‘No, this can’t be happening. Not again!’

You shut your eyes tight and continue to fight him hoping you can break free. All of a sudden you hear Shane grunt and fall to the ground. Opening your eyes you see that Namjoon punched Shane in the face.

Shane gets up and pats down his shirt, “fuck this, you can have her.” He walks back into his house and closes the door.

Namjoon just stood there with a tight fist. He still doesn’t look at you. “You alright?”

Tears stream down your face, “y-yeah. Joonie?”

He starts to walk away, “don’t call me that.” He disappears into the distance.

‘I swear death would be less painful than this.’

You stood there with a blank stare, not knowing what to do or where to go next. It felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds. Sighing to yourself, “I guess this is what they mean by ‘you don’t know a good thing till it’s gone.’”

Days passed, even months. Eventually you let Namjoon alone; no texts, no phone calls, not even trying to find him at his normal hangout spots. Life was dull. All you really wanted was to see him smile again, to hear him laugh again.

It was just any ordinary day, but something compelled you to go and get a coffee drink. Walking in the shop brought back memories of Namjoon. The smells were so overwhelming you couldn’t decide if you wanted to smile or cry.

“Miss? What would you like to drink?” asks the cashier.

“O-oh, yes. Uh, coffee milk tea with boba, please.”

The cashier quickly whips up your drink and hands it to you. You hand her your card, but she shakes her head, “the man over there paid for your drink.”

When you looked over you see… Namjoon!? You completely froze and almost dropped your drink. He didn’t smile, but you two stared at a distance for what seemed like an eternity.

‘I guess I should at least thank him.’ You slowly walk over to him and he motions for you to sit down.

“Hm, t-thank you for the drink, Namjoon.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The silence was so awkward, but neither of you knew what to say.

Namjoon clears his throat, “you know why I always enjoyed taking you to the benches at the park under the willow tree?”

You tilt your head. ‘What a random question to open up a conversation with.’

He continues. “Willow trees signify strength, stability, balance…life.”

You scoff, “none of which I possess.”

Namjoon ignores what you say; “it was a place of learning for me. Where I would sift through the racing thoughts in my mind and find peace and clarity. I brought you there so you could experience the same thing... Each day you blossomed. Y/N, I literally watched you grow to become a much stronger and better woman. I saw you do it for yourself, and no one else. But, the day you became weak-kneed for Shane, was the day you doubted yourself. You didn’t respect yourself…”

“And most of all, I hurt you,” you say as your voice starts to shake and eyes welling up with tears.

“Y/N, I love you. But you need to love yourself too.”

“Take me to the willow tree. Please, Joonie?”

Your hand stretched out for his. His face lit up with his dimpled smile. ‘I swear his dimples just jump-started my heart. I feel alive again.’

Grabbing your hand he leads you to the willow tree at the park. Just like old times. You both sit next to each other sipping your coffee drinks under the tree. It was quiet and peaceful.

Namjoon slowly whispered, “You should go and love yourself.”

You smile a little and whisper back, “…love myself.”

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My Heart Went Boom

I combined a couple of requests from a couple of v v v lovey anons, I hope you guys don’t mind!:

1. Hi!! I had an idea where the reader is in the library doing something and listening to music with headphones and she sees Peter Parker and Helpless from Hamilton comes on?? And it goes through their relationship please? Thank you if you can!!!!!

2. If requests are still open, could you please do a really fluffy one with Peter Parker where you are not dating yet but are best friends and are cuddling while watching a movie and fall asleep together??? Thank you so much!!!!

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you guys for sending those requests in! I really hope you don’t mind me combining the prompts, but they fit together so nicely I couldn’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this piece!! ;u;

Pairing: Peter ParkerxReader

Word Count: 3303

Warnings: None

-Fifteen-

He’s been sitting there, across the room, for the past hour and a half, fidgeting and trying to study. He’s not getting much done and a few librarians have had to come by his table and ask him to quiet down. Almost every single time he would look up at me, we would lock eyes and then he would quickly look away like he’s embarrassed. I don’t know if he’s embarrassed to know that someone’s been watching him or if it’s the fact that he’s been shushed so many times, but it’s cute.

I’d look away but, the fact of the matter is, I don’t want to. His face is slightly angular and holds a soft attractiveness. His mannerisms are different from anyone I’ve ever seen before. I’ve been around people who are prone to fidgeting, but this is a whole new level. Both of his legs are bouncing, he’s tapping his pencil on the book he’s trying to read and he keeps flexing and relaxing the muscles in his shoulders. It’s like sitting down doesn’t agree with him at all and his entire body is protesting being sat in a chair for so long. He’s got his face all scrunched up in concentration and his hair is a little messy due to the amount of times he’s run his hand through it. Everything about him is just interesting.

He’s getting shushed for the fourth time as Right Hand Man is fading into A Winter’s Ball. He looks up at me, eyes wide, and I cover my mouth to muffle the giggle that slips past my lips. He immediately flushes and drops his gaze back to his book, tangling his fingers into his hair and I decide the lyrics of the song don’t fit him at all.

After a few moments of actual peace and quiet a sizeable explosion can be heard from outside and the entire library seems to shake, the windows rattling loudly. I pull my earbuds from my ears and look around the building, concerned for my fellow patrons, before looking back to the boy whom I had been staring at for nearly two hours, but he’s gone. It’s like he vanished in the ten seconds it took for me to look around.

A round of shouting outside prompts me to head to one of the windows to see what’s going on.

There’s a massive crowd gathered around a small crater in the middle of the street. There are about four cars turned on their sides from, what I would guess was, the force from the blast I’d heard previously. I don’t see anything that could have caused the explosion until I look up. Above the rooftops a glider circles the small patch of New York as if it’s looking for something, possibly someone.

There’s a blur of blue and red past the window and the glider practically dives after it. As it gets closer I find that it’s the Green Goblin. He must have modified the explosives he usually uses to be more powerful to draw attention to what he’s doing. He must really want someone’s attention.

The blue and red blur slows and finally solidifies enough for me to make out who it is. It’s Spiderman. That’s who the goblin was trying to draw out and that’s who he’s dive bombing right this second.

I watch in awe as he manages to dodge and sling back every single attack the Goblin threw at him. He’s incredible and I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from him. That is, until he lands on the outside wall of the building and the Green Goblin follows suit. I slowly back away from the window as the Goblin produces a bomb from his belt. As soon as Spiderman launches himself away from the wall I break out into a sprint away from where I was standing.

The blast propels me forward, knocking me to the floor. The force of the second explosion sends shelves toppling and books flying everywhere. I'm buried under a massive pile of books, but I can still see the fight. Spiderman continues to dance around the Goblin, flinging the occasional bookcase at him and webbing him up as much as possible when he has the chance.

Eventually he goes down, knocked out and webbed to the neck. Spiderman walks away from the scene triumphantly and I heave a sigh of relief. He disappears from my line of sight but, about two minutes later, I hear the pounding of feet headed in my direction.

Someone starts shifting the massive piles of books that's covering me. When it's gone I can finally take a full, deep breath again. I roll over onto my back to find the boy I had been looking at kneeling next to me. A look of relief flashes across his face when our eyes meet.

“You're okay.” I say sitting up from the pile, books shifting as I move.

“Yeah, I am, I guess. Why?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow slightly.

“After the explosion you disappeared for a bit. I got a little worried.”

“O-oh,” I watch as his face flushes and he looks away in an attempt to hide it. “Yeah, I, uh, I had to go use the, uh, the bathroom.” He pats his legs absentmindedly, nodding his head, seemingly pleased with his answer. “That is definitely where I was.”

“Okay,” I laugh at his response. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I extend my hand to him. “I figure I should introduce myself after staring at you for so long.”

“Sounds appropriate.” He chuckles in response and shakes my hand. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

I see a familiar face in the crowd. I can’t quite remember where I’ve seen them before, so I hang back at a newspaper stand so I can figure out who they are. They’ve got their head down, probably looking at a phone, but somehow they manage to avoid every single person in their path. When he finally looks up I finally recognize him and he grins at me.

“Peter!” I call, waving to him. He waves back and quickens his pace.

“It's good to see you, (Y/N).” He greets me with a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders.

“It's good to see you too!” I hug him back and relish the embrace. He smells like a campfire, lavender and pencil shavings, but in the best possible way.

“How have you been?” He asks, pulling away from me and holding my shoulders.

“I've been good! How are you?”

“I've been pretty okay. School’s been a little crazy, but nothing I can't handle.” He nods, satisfied with his answer.

“Well, that's good.” I laugh. “Where were you headed?”

“I was gonna try my luck at the library, but it's still closed for construction, so I decided to just walk in the other direction until I found something interesting.”

“Oh! I had no idea the library was still closed. Dang...”

“Yeah...”

“Hey, would you maybe want to hang out at my place? I don’t live too far away...”

“That actually sounds awesome.”

“Really? Cool, okay, well I just live about five blocks that wa-” My voice is drowned out by a loud chorus of shouting. Peter seems to be frozen in place as he looks around the block. “What is it?”

“Something’s coming.” He finally looks back to me. “I think you should head back home. It could get dangerous.”

“What about you?”

“I'll be fine, don't worry.” With his hands on my shoulders he turns my body around. “I just need you to be safe.”

“O-okay.” I grab his hand and scribble my phone number onto the back of it. “After whatever's happening is over, you call me and you let me know you're safe, okay?”

“Deal, now go.”

I quickly jog back to my apartment and park myself on the couch, phone in hand, to wait for his call. I wait for about half an hour before I get bored and try to distract myself by listening to Hamilton again. I pick up right where I left off at the end of A Winter’s Ball and Helpless immediately begins to play.

Leaning back into the sea of throw pillows I close my eyes and finally relax for a moment.

My phone vibrates and I immediately answer it. I rise from my seat, pulling my earbud from my ear and replacing it with the speaker of my phone.

“Hello?” I ask, my voice shaking ever so slightly. I pace the room hoping waiting for the response.

“(Y/N)?”

“Peter? Is that you?” I hear a quiet sigh on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry.” I sigh in relief and flop down onto the couch. “You went back to your place, right? You’re safe?”

“I’m good, yeah.”

“Thank goodness.” He sighs, relief evident in his voice.

“Y'know, the offer to come over still stands.”

“Does it now?” He sounds like he's smiling.

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna swing by we could watch a movie or something.” I shrug. “I dunno, it's all up to you now, Parker.”

I hear him laugh on his end. “Earlier, you said you lived a few blocks away?”

“I did yeah. If you just stay on that same sidewalk and keep walking straight you could be here in, probably, five minutes?”

“Sounds like an interesting proposition, (Y/N).” He says. “Guess I'll be there I feel five minutes.”

“I'll wait for you on the stoop!”

-Seventeen-

That afternoon turned into dozens of afternoons in the weeks to come. As we got to know each other better time seemed to fly faster. Before we knew it, two years had come and gone during our friendship.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think Peter was handsome. He's grown taller and his face has become more trim. He's grown into the angles he had when I first saw him. His eyes are bright most of the time, like he's finally found his passion. Most of the time I worry that he's met someone at his high school and left me for people who are closer to him. The most reassuring thing is when I see him ambling up my street and bounding up the stoop to the front door of my apartment building.

Today Peter convinced me to watch a quiet Ghibli movie, Whisper of the Heart, and as soon as the movie started he stretched himself out across the couch and rested his head in my lap. Absentmindedly, I started to comb my fingers through his hair and he was soon asleep.

I tried to make it through the movie, but it's been a long week at school and I just can't keep my eyes open.

Peter wakes up, groggy from his short nap. The unfamiliar strain of fingers in his hair reminds him of where he is. He doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he's glad he did. Something about being one of the few people to know what (Y/N) looks like when she's asleep warms his heart. In the most appropriate and platonic way, of course.

He always feels most comfortable around (Y/N). Something about the way she accepted him so readily that first day caused him to feel drawn to her. She's always been very understanding of his schedule and how it changes unexpectedly. She's never once questioned him having to cancel a get together and he's thankful for that.

Peter hates feeling like he has to keep Spiderman a secret from her. Knowing (Y/N), she'd probably accept him in a heartbeat and their relationship would be stronger for it. The only thing keeping him from telling her is his worry for her own safety. He worries that if she knew who he was, she would be in danger, and he couldn't live with himself if that were to happen.

Gently, he removes (Y/N)’s hands from his hair and rises from his entirely too comfortable spot on the couch. He doesn’t want to leave quite yet. He really, really doesn’t. Instead, he picks (Y/N) up and lays her down on the sofa before joining her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest. Unconsciously, she snuggles into his chest and sighs quietly. He smiles happily to himself before drifting off to sleep.

-Nineteen-

“What’s got you so antsy, Pete?” I ask, gently taking Peter’s left hand in my right and lacing our fingers.

“Hmm?” He hums absentmindedly, turning his head to look at me. For some reason he never runs into anyone, regardless of whether or not he’s watching where he’s walking. “I’m sorry, my mind was somewhere else, did you say something?”

“You’ve been jumpy all day.” I furrow my brow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No-yes, it’s just...” He trails off, lifting his right hand to his mouth and biting at his thumbnail. “I don’t know how you’ll react.”

“We’ve been dating for nearly two years. I don’t think there’s much you could tell me that surprises me at this point.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, stopping us in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Why are you so worried about this?” I run my thumb over his knuckles. “Are you cheating on me or something?”

“What?! No! Of course not, (Y/N), you know I would never do that.”

“Then just tell me what’s going on.” I huff. “If it’s got you this worked up, then it has to be something important.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly. Once he’s calmed himself enough he pulls me across the street and into the alleyway next to a corner store with a flickering ‘open’ sign. When Peter determines that we’re far enough away from the public to actually talk to me he releases my hand and turns away from me, running his hands through his hair.

I open my mouth to speak but, before any sound can come out, I find my mouth covered with a weird, sticky webbing and my sound of horror is muffled by it. When I look at Peter he’s looking at me apprehensively. My eyebrows lower, unimpressed by his little show.

“I fmphinph nephit.” My words come out in a muffled mumble.

“What?” He asks. I roll my eyes in annoyance and point to my mouth. “Oh, right, sorry.” He manages to rip the webbing away without leaving any strings behind. “You were saying?”

“I said, I fucking knew it.”

“Wait, you knew?!”

“Yeah, you’re terrible at hiding your costume.” I have to suppress a laugh. “I mean really, you bring that backpack on every date we've ever gone on and you constantly wear shirts that are a little too small for you so when you stretch your arms over your head, I can see the red and blue part on your little tummy there.” I poke him in the stomach to prove my point.

“Okay, you've made your point.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me to his chest before moving his hands to my waist.

“Have I?” I place my hands on his chest and quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” His grip on my waist tightens. “Are you mad?”

“No. I know you had your reasons.”

He gently pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “Thank you for understanding.”

“It’s in the girlfirend job description, Pete.” I feel a laugh rumble through his chest.

“Is it really?”

“Yup, must be understanding. It’s right under; incredibly generous and fantastic hugger.”

-Twenty Two-

“Where are you, Peter? You were supposed to meet me at my apartment fifteen minutes ago.”

“Sorry, there was a bank robbery and I got held up. I promise I’m on my right now.”

“You better be.” I grumble.

“You want me to pick you up?”

“What?”

“I could swing by and grab you if you wait for me on the stoop.”

“Wait, you mean actually swing by and grab me, don’t you.”

“What else would I mean?”

I sigh and shake my head. “I honestly don’t know.”

“So, do you want me to pick you up, or just meet you on the stoop like a normal boring person?” His tone is light and joking. I don't answer straight away, not entirely sure about what to do. “I'm two blocks away, so I kind of need an answer.”

“Are you sure it's safe?”

“Of course it is.” He says, sounding entirely confident. “I wouldn't have suggested it if it weren't.”

I sigh and stomp down the stairs, out the front door of the apartment building and out onto the stoop. “You better not drop me, Parker.”

I hear him chuckle before the line goes dead. I tuck my phone away in my purse and wait for him to “swing by” as he promised he would. It's not long before I hear a loud whooping and am quickly scooped up by the love of my life.

He holds me tight to him, his hand fastened securely around my waist. Just to ensure my safety, I wrap my arms around his neck before burying my face in his chest to avoid watching the blur of buildings and lights around us.

After a short time, we're standing on solid ground again. Regardless, I refuse to open my eyes.

Peter laughs and takes my hands in his. “You can open your eyes now, (Y/N), it's okay.”

“Nope, I refuse.”

“Okay,” I feel his arms move in what I'm guessing is a shrug. “But you're going to miss out on the view.”

“What?” I ask, cracking open one eye. I see a soft blurry glow surrounding Peter and I can't help myself opening both eyes. Behind Peter has to be the largest amount of candles I've ever seen in my life. Peter has his mask off and is looking at me expectantly. “Peter, what is this?”

“How long have we known each other?” He asks.

“Seven years.” I answer quietly.

“And how many of those years have I loved you?”

“Peter...”

“How many?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“All of them,” He squeezes my hands. “I have loved you all seven of them.” He sighs quietly and lets go of one of my hands before getting down on one knee. “I want to love you for as many years as I possibly can, so,”

“Peter, oh my gosh, what are you doing?”

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), will you marry me?” He asks, producing a simple ring from the collar of his suit.

I cover my mouth with my free hand, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, of course I will.”

He grins and slips the ring onto my finger before quickly standing up and hugging me, picking me up and twirling me around in the process. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

“Ditto, spider-dork.” I laugh and press a kiss to his cheek.

A flash goes off and both Peter and I look around, confused.

“Oh yeah, that’s going in the scrapbook.” A slightly electronic voice sounds to my right and Peter’s left.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter and I ask at the same time.

“What, you expected me to sit at home and wait for you to visit with the news after you told me you were proposing to your sweetheart? Sorry, kid, that’s not how I work.”

I roll my eyes and kiss Peter on the cheek one more time. “You’re lucky he’s cute, Mr. Stark, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with this nonsense.”

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